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Hitoshi was seething.
Sure, he’d already heard the story, but hearing Izuku yelling at All Might like that brought a whole new meaning to it, even if it was satisfying to hear the idiot being verbally eviscerated by someone who was a third of his size.
Of course, hearing All Might’s attempts to defend himself didn’t help the boiling rage that was coursing through his veins. Which is why it gave him so much joy to watch all the color drain from Ass Might’s face when the man realized that he, the rest of 1-A, and Togata had overheard the conversation.
Kirishima was first to speak up.
“A-All Might-sensei, was—was all that true?”
All Might opened and closed his mouth soundlessly for several moments, somehow going even paler. Then the man turned around and booked it out of the training ground. He felt his lip curl in disgust.
Coward.
Then a whimper from Uraraka caught his attention. He whipped his head around to check on her, and he realized that her eyes were filled with unshed tears.
“ Was all of that true?” she whispered. “D-did All Might really say that to Deku-kun?”
“Yes,” Shoto said, his calm voice at total odds with the small streams of snow and fire that were flickering off of him. “We learned about it a couple of weeks ago, but he wasn’t ready to tell anyone else.” His friend shrugged. “Guess he decided not to bother; not that I blame him.”
“Yeah, All Might was way out of line,” Kaminari agreed. Then Ashido jumped up, her face filled with determination.
“We can’t just let him get away with this! He hurt Midori-kun, so now we gotta make him pay for it!”
Now that was an idea he could get behind. He grinned evilly and beckoned.
“Then let’s go make some plans~”
****
“So, what ideas do you have?”
“. . .Move everything in his workspace a few centimeters. It’ll give him a vague sense of wrong, but he won’t be able to tell what’s wrong.”
“Can you brainwash him and make him do something?”
“Possibly, but it would have to be something that couldn’t be traced back to us.”
“I believe you mentioned making him do the conga in a speedo, Hitoshi?”
“. . .As hysterically funny as that would be, I think a skeleton in a speedo would give me nightmares for weeks.”
“That’s fair.”
“Are you absolutely sure we should be doing this? All Might is still our sensei!”
“Ida, he hurt the Green Bean. And you heard what he said; he thought Mido would be ‘nothing’ without him.”
“. . .Point taken. Perhaps we should remove certain items from his workspace like paperwork, then return it after he’s already filled it out again.”
“Ooh, fiendish. I like it.”
“Glitter bombs. That stuff gets everywhere and it never comes out.”
“I see that, and I raise you one: paint and glitter bombs. ”
“I’m sure Hatsume-san could be convinced to assist with that.”
“. . .All Might is truly doomed.”
“Good!”
“D’you think we could get away with pretending we couldn’t see or hear him?”
“Maybe. . .”
“I could bring him muffins mixed with laxatives. That’s a classic.”
“*snerk* Please. I need to see that, especially if it takes effect in the middle of class.”
“Alright, this is a good list. Now we need to split it up. Hagakure, do you think you could move all his stuff just enough to mess with him? And if you can occasionally steal his stuff and set it somewhere else, that’d be great.”
“Aye aye, captain!”
“Great. Sato, definitely make those muffins, but make sure none of us can eat them. Yaomomo, Uraraka, can you go to Hatsume-san and request the glitter-paint bombs? If she can figure out a way to launch them, that’d be even better.”
“I believe that could be managed.”
“. . .Shinso, we definitely need to film Ass Might doing the conga in a speedo.”
“. . .I make no promises, but I’ll see what I can do.”
****
The next day dawned bright and beautiful, and Shoto was gleefully anticipating the chaos.
Throughout homeroom, he noticed Kaminari and Ashido vibrating in their seats from anticipation, and Hagakure wasn’t there at all. Aizawa definitely noticed that they were up to something, but he asked them no questions, and as the man climbed into his monstrosity of a sleeping bag, he caught the barest hint of the famous ‘logical ruse’ smile—which bore a telling resemblance to Izuku’s feral grin.
Hmm. . .note to self: ask Izuku if he’s Aizawa-sensei’s secret love-child. Come to think of it, with the new knowledge I have about him, it makes much more sense. And that would make him and Hitoshi brothers. . .I need to write this down.
The day progressed as normal until Heroics, and when Ass Might stepped into their classroom, he had to stifle a laugh. The man was covered in patches of pink paint and rainbow glitter, and jumped at every loud noise.
Lovely.
As soon as Ass Might got fully into the room, Sato jumped from his seat to offer the man a muffin ‘just for him’ because he was ‘clearly having a bad day’. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Izuku raising his eyebrows, but he just smiled serenely at his best friend and watched in hidden glee as Ass Might accepted the muffin.
Oh, this is going to be wonderful.
“Okay, hellspawn, today’s lesson will require your costumes, so go change. Midoriya, your costume is finally done.”
“YES!” Izuku leapt to his feet with a familiar bright smile and raced out of the room like an oni was nipping at his heels. He chuckled and followed him out at a more sedate pace.
It’s nice to see him smiling that brightly again. He must be really excited.
“What do you think his costume is going to look like?” Hitoshi asked casually as the purple teen caught up. He shrugged.
“Not sure, but I’m certainly excited to see what he and Hatsume cooked up.”
By the time they reached the changing rooms, Izuku was already in one of the changing stalls, muttering indistinctly to himself. He shared an amused glance with Hitoshi and went to change into his own costume.
He was pulling on his boots when he heard Kirishima’s low whistle.
“Dang, Midobro, you look sick!”
He turned and immediately had to agree with Kirishima’s statement. Izuku was wearing dark gray cargo pants and boots that were similar to Hitoshi’s and Aizawa’s, along with a combat vest over a forest green shirt. A belt with several pouches was slung around his waist, and a harness with a metal bo staff was strapped to his back. As a finishing touch, he had a dark green visor similar to Kaminari’s, and his tablet was attached to his hip—in closed form, of course.
He looked absolutely badass and it was awesome. But even better was the confident grin his friend was sporting.
Hitoshi hummed in approval.
“Nice getup, Izu. Do you like it?”
“I love it!” Izuku spun around once before patting the pouches. “Mei-chan left me a list of the goodies she included and I can’t wait to try them out.”
“Should we be concerned?” Sero deadpanned. Izuku smirked—and really, he had to ask if Izuku was Aizawa’s secret love child, or possibly Nedzu’s, because that smirk absolutely reeked of them.
“You’ll see~”
Whoo boy.
Eventually, they left the changing rooms and returned to the field, and he was immediately greeted with a very uncomfortable-looking All Might.
“Now, then, students, today’s lesson is—” the former hero was interrupted by a gurgle from his stomach that was so loud, everyone in the class could hear it. All Might blushed and set one hand on his stomach. “Please excuse me!” The man hobbled away quickly, and Aizawa raised a single eyebrow.
“What did you do this time, hellspawn?”
He covertly scanned his classmates and had to hide a snort. Every single one of them—save Izuku, of course, he just looked simultaneously confused and entertained—had an angelic smile that was one step away from shit-eating.
“We did absolutely nothing, Aizawa-sensei! I don’t know what makes you think otherwise!” Uraraka chirped, looking like the very picture of innocence—if innocence included a malicious twinkle in her eyes.
“Indeed!” Ida started chopping his arm in his signature motion. “We have nothing to do with this!”
“Hmm.” Aizawa gave them an unimpressed look, but he could see the smile tugging at the man’s mouth. “Well, since Yagi seems to be. . . incapacitated for the time being, I’ll explain the exercise. We’re doing a hero-villain simulation; one will be chosen at random to play the ‘villain’ and will be given an objective to complete. The rest are considered heroes, unless they end up used as a civilian in the villain’s objective. Your goal as heroes is to resolve the situation; the villain’s goal is to accomplish their objective. First up. . .”
As Aizawa went to the random generator, Izuku leaned in.
“Seriously, what did you do?”
He could hear the smirk in Hitoshi’s voice when the purple teen answered.
“Sato baked a laxative into the muffin and Hatsume-san is very enthusiastic. So is Hagakure, come to think of it.”
He raised an eyebrow at Hitoshi. The other teen had planned the whole thing, so he was not going to let Hitoshi wriggle out of his own role.
“Did you get that video?”
“What video?”
Hitoshi snickered and nodded.
“I’ll text it to you later, Zu.”
****
“YOU ACTUALLY MADE HIM DO IT?!”
“It was highly requested.”
Izuku rubbed his eyes, then started chuckling—which steadily devolved into maniacal cackles. He nodded to himself and made a note in his journal.
Definitely some kind of relationship to Nedzu.