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2024-09-26
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2025-06-13
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Face the music 🎶

Summary:

Brain got away with me. Not sure if this one is any good but. Here it is. Basically, Jiro is jealous of Izuku and causes problems.

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Chapter 1: The beginning

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   “Wooo! Go ‘Zu!” “You've got this!” “Kick his ass Izuku!” Kyoka's head swirls with anger as she listens to her classmates cheering on Midoriya. Today was quirkless hand to hand combat. Midoriya had beaten everyone and was now going against Aizawa-Sensei. Kyoka hadn't even gotten into the top ten. Again. The golden boy had beaten her. Again. It wasn't enough for him to have the highest grades of the class, or to be the best fighter and rescuer with his quirk, now he had to be the best quirkless fighter. Shinso had come in second, Bakugo third, and Todoroki fourth. Bakugo and Todoroki were always second and third to Midoriya. They switched regularly, but neither ever getting lower than third or higher than second. This was a first. Not that it really mattered because Midoriya is still in first place. 

 

   Kyoka herself had ranked seventeenth. Midoriya was the one to put her there of course. She hadn’t even lasted five minutes. And she couldn't blame his quirk because they were all wearing quirk suppressant bracelets. No, the asshole had beaten her with his… Skill. Ugh. It's not even skill! He's just good at everything! Inhumanly so. He beats everyone and no one else is upset about it! Not even Momo and Iida, who were first and second place with grades, and have now been kicked to fourth and fifth. 

 

   Even Shinso likes the asshole now! He'd hated him when he transferred in  after the Sports Festival. But Midoriya managed to sink his claws into Shinso, and now they're fucking dating! Shinso's also quickly climbing the ranks. It won't be long before he's at fourth in the class. All thanks to Midoriya's tutoring. Seriously, can't he let anyone else shine? And why does have to be so goddamn cheery all the time? “No! Get up!” Kaminari's cry makes her focus back on the match. 

 

   …Where Aizawa-Sensei has Midoriya pinned. Hell yeah! Mic's counting down from ten and- Aizawa-Sensei goes flying out of the ring. How the fuck- did he just throw Aizawa-Sensei off like a fucking bull? Wait. Aizawa-Sensei is out of the ring. Midoriya isn't. Mic-Sensei was at six. Did- did Midoriya beat Aizawa-Sensei?!? Seriously??? Not even Eraserhead can cut him down??? The gym is silent as everyone processes. Then the cheering starts, Shinso runs into the ring and holds Midoriya's left hand up in victory. Aizawa-Sensei smiles, not his scary one but a- Proud?!? A proud smile?!? Seriously?!? He's not upset about being beaten by a teenager?!? 

 

   Aizawa-Sensei gets up from where he'd landed on the floor and walks up to the pair. His hand reaches out- please hit him- please hit him- goddammit. He ruffles Midoriya's hair with that fucking proud grin “Well done kid. I don't think I've ever had a student beat me. Hell, Mic has only managed to beat me a handful of times.” “Can confirm!” Mic-Sensei chirps. Midoriya frowns “I didn't actually beat you though. I didn't pin you or anything. I just got lucky.” Is he seriously- “In the fifteen years we've known eachother and worked together, I've managed to pin Aizawa twice. Both times when we were adults. I didn't so much as manage to toss him while we were in high-school. Hell, I barely manage to last ten minutes against him as an adult. You, a teenager, managed to not only hold your own against him but win. Sure, you didn't pin him, but I'm sure you will eventually.”

 

   “...Really?” Compliment fishing asshole- “Really.” And Midoriya smiles that fake ass sunshine smile up at them. Aizawa-Sensei smiles back, gives him one more hair ruffle, and turns to dress the class. “Alright hellspawn. Come see me or Mic to get your bracelets removed, then you're dismissed for the day.” Aizawa presses a finger to both of Shinso and Midoriya's bracelets, and they unlock. They wander off and she busies herself with changing back into her uniform and heading to the dorms, a little behind everyone else.  

 

   She spots Midoriya grabbing an apple from the dorm fridge, chattering with Shinso and Bakugo. He tosses a block of cheese to Aoyama, who catches it and sets it on the counter before returning to rifiling through the pantry, eventually pulling out a box of crackers. “I need to talk to you.” Kyoka says, not caring that she'd interrupted the conversation. What she has to say is more important. Midoriya raises an eyebrow at her “Ok?” 

 

   “You need to knock it off. Chill out. Whatever you want to call it. You're making the rest of us look bad.” He has the audacity to look confused. “What? What do you mean?” “Your need to be first. Knock it off.” “Ohhh. Ok. Lemme make sure I've got this straight. You want me to stop trying because it's making you look bad. Is that right?” “Yes.” “Well why didn't you just say so? In that case-” his cheerful expression and tone change to dark and angry “-HELL NO! I will not stop giving my all, and improving to make you look better. You want to look better so bad? Put in the work and get better. I work my ass off every day. Being first is a side effect, not the goal-” He catches her fist and squeezes it “So stop whining, get off your lazy ass and do it yourself.” He snarls before letting her hand go and shoving past her. “I will find a way to get rid of you!” Midoriya snorts “You can try.” Bakugo, Shinso and Todoroki follow him up the stairs. 

 

   She leans against the counter, cradling her sore hand. She'd gotten off easy. She knew she had, he could've easily broken her hand if he'd wanted to. But he took pity on her. He didn't even bruise it. “What was that Jiro?!?” Momo says, tone making it clear she's pissed. “The truth.” “No the fuck it wasn’t! Did you talk to ANY of us before saying we all felt that way?” Kyoka blinks, startled by prim and proper Momo using a curse word. “I- well- No?” “Of course you didn't. Because if you did, you’d know that none of us feel that way. Midoriya is a hard worker. He has earned every first place he's gotten. And he is constantly helping us get better! He offers tutoring, sparring, workouts, analysis. All for free. Just because he wants to help. Because he wants us to be the best we can be too. I don't know where you've gotten the idea that he's making us look bad, but it isn't true.” “Yes it is! The golden boy-” “Don't you dare call him that!” Momo cuts her off, jabbing a finger in her chest.

 

    “He is not a golden boy. He has earned everything.” The snarl looks out of place on her normally calm face. Kyoka rolls her eyes and shoves past Momo, heading to her dorm. They'll see. They'll all see.