Deku becomes Dekiru. Kyoka wants to move seats.

CPU Deku Part 2

The seating plan had to be a cruel joke, right? Kyoka hadn't really noticed it yesterday, but classes had made it super obvious. Perhaps the novelty of being taught by Pro Heroes would have made regular high school lessons more exciting…

But Kyoka would never know, because any novelty or excitement had been overshadowed by how freaking annoying it was to be sat behind the TALLEST person in class! And Shoji wasn't just tall, he was broad, too! Kyoka had to keep leaning around the guy just to see the freaking board!

Kyoka was no swot, but she wanted to do well in classes, damn it!

If that wasn't bad enough, she was sat between Captain Inferiority and the Wannabe Cassanova, who kept shooting her worried looks while covering his ear. It wasn't like she was going to ear blast him in the middle of class or anything!

She was also in the same row as Ashido, whose gifted profile was visible every time she happened to glance to the right. Her apparent allergy to wearing the uniform's blazer in class only made her 'high PH levels' all the more obvious.

Wait, acid has a low PH level… Great, she was catching stupid from Sir Earache.

And if all that wasn't bad enough, she couldn't sneak glances at Midoriya without very obviously turning around and looking over her shoulder. And she was, like, right behind her, diagonally at least. If she was on the other side of the room, maybe the temptation wouldn't be so bad, but no, that adorable nerd had to be so close! And yet, so far.

In the end, it didn't even m-

Nope, she wasn't making THAT reference. That was more Kaminari's jam, she was sure. Besides, bit of a stretch, wasn't it?

Sticking her neck around Shoji again, Kyoka memorised a few words, retracted her head, wrote them down, then repeated the and again. She was going to get a cramp at this rate.

Maybe Midoriya would give her a neck ru-

Nope! Class was so not the time for such thoughts.

Then again, maybe it's a good thing that Midoriya wasn't so easy to see. Kyoka would probably never get anything done.

The girls of 1-A had, apparently, been magnetically attracted to the same table at lunch. First it had been Kyoka sitting opposite Midoriya and Uraraka- who seemed to be BFFs/Bosom Buddies/Heterosexual Life Partners already (Kyoka tried not to be jealous, because damn, Midoriya really needed friends).

(She also hoped that the heterosexual part was up for debate. Well, not for Uraraka, because then she really might get jealous.)

Then it had been Yaoyarozu - or Yaomomo, as Ashido delighted in calling her - followed by said nicknamer, and then the other two had followed suit.

Yaomomo's christening prompted the discussion of nicknames, and then the elephant in the room was rolled out, trussed up in neon lights saying 'LOOK AT ME!', and pointed at by a giant foam finger.

"So, Midoriya-chan," Uraraka said, after swallowing her giant mouthful of rice, "what's up with what Bakugo calls you, anyway? Deku, right?"

Midoriya froze, which, considering she was halfway through chewing, wasn't a pleasant sight no matter how cute she was. Quickly swallowing her own mouthful, Midoriya looked down. "W-Well, my q-quirk came in l-late."

"You were a late bloomer, Midoriya-chan?" Yaomomo said.

Midoriya nodded. "I-It manifested when I was eight."

Eyes were wide around the table. That was pretty damn late!

"M-My quirk specialist said it might be because it had to wait until I started puberty."

Ashido whistled. "Damn, you weren't a late bloomer in that sense, at le- OW!" Ahsido's hand shot to her side.

Kyoka shot her a glare, then turned back to Midoriya, forcing her face to hide any of her annoyance. "So, what's that got to do with the nickname?" Though, she had an idea, and she didn't like it one bit.

Midoriya squirmed, butrelaxed when Kyoka shot her a calming smile. Kyoka might have imagined it, but Midoriya's cheeks might have gone a bit red? Kyoka didn't have an overly active imagination, so maybe! "W-Well, Kacchan and I used to be, um, friends. We've known each other since kindergarten."

"How the heck did a sweetie like you become friends with a guy like Bakugo?" Hagakure said, and from the sounds of it she was still eating. Benefits of invisibility, Kyoka guessed.

Midoriya blushed at the endearment. Oh, yeah, that. Kyoka narrowed her eyes at Hagakure. Just how powerful were Midoriya's powers of sapphication? She'll have to keep an eye on more than just the boys.

"W-We're both huge fans of All Might. None of the other girls talked about heroes, or if they did they talked about the cuter, animal based ones. But I've always really looked up to All Might." Midoriya's shoulders hunched up, and she looked up at them through her eyelashes. Kyoka's heart just about stopped at the sight. "I-I want to become a great hero like him, w-who can save people with a smile." She hunched down further, her shoulders becoming fleshy earmuffs. "I-I wanna be a cool hero like that."

Ashido and Hagakure squealed, and Kyoka's eardrums all but exploded. "Midoriya! You're way too cute!" Ashido said, grinning widely as she reached out to poke Midoriya's neon cheeks.

"A-Ashido-san!" Midoriya squirmed away, but then jumped at nothing. "H-Hagakure-san, please don't pinch my cheek!"

Sure enough, Hagakure was leaning across and her empty seeming sleeve was in the air. "Then maybe you shouldn't be such a cu-GAH!"

"OUCH!"

Kyoka's ear jacks wiggled in the air, aiming right at the duo. "Oi, stop making her uncomfortable."

Ashido pouted, rubbing her side again. "Like you don't think she's cute, too."

Kyoka's cheeks warmed up, and she narrowed her eyes. "That's besides the point!"

"Yes, yes, Midoriya-chan is very adorable," Yaomomo said, raising her hands up. The sheer certainty in her tone, like she was pointing out that the sky was blue, made Midoriya blush even further. Damn it, Kyoka was supposed to be making her blush! But, wait, she also wanted Midoriya to be comfortable. The duality of life is harsh indeed. "But let's let her finish her story before lunch ends, okay?"

Midoriya gave Yaomomo a grateful look. "Erm, anyway, K-Kacchan's quirk came in at the normal time, and everyone praised him for h-how strong it was. It really was a quirk perfect for a hero. And everyone else started getting their quirks, too. Soon enough I was the only one in class who didn't have one.

"Kacchan was also really good at reading hiragana and he learned about the word dekunobou, a-and he s-said that it suited me better than Izumi."

"Dekunobou?" Ashido said, frowning. "Wooden doll?"

"It's also used as a term referring to a 'good-for-nothing'," Yaomomo said, eyes narrowing. "Relating to, I assume, your lack of a quirk at the time."

The table moved as a thud sounded out. "What a jerk!" Hagakure said, hitting the table a few more times for good measure.

"Kero," Asui said, her expressionless face slightly pinched.

Kyoka was apoleptic, herself. It took all of her restraint to not walk over to Bakugo's table and blast his brains out.

Uraraka let out a little gasp. "I had no idea it meant that! It sounded like dekiru to me! You know, like, 'You can do it'!" She said, throwing in a fist pump.

Midoriya's eyes widened. "De-Dekiru!?" She looked down at the table. "I-I've never thought about it like that, before…" She glanced up at Uraraka, a small, shy smile pulling at her lips. "U-Um, y-you can call me that, if y-you like?"

Uraraka grinned. "Dekiru-chan, it is!" This time she pumped both fists. "Hey, Dekiru-chan, give me a nickname too!"

Midoriya hesitated. "U-Um...Occhan?"

Uraraka practically vibrated in place. "It's so cute, I love it! I've never had a friend give me a nickname before!" She wrapped an arm around Midoriya's shoulder, giving her a squeeze. "I think that makes us besties!"

Midoriya gasped. Her sparkling eyes had much the same effect on Kyoka as her favorite Deep Dope album; complete rapture.

"Ooh, gimme one too!" Ashido said, bouncing in place.

"Me too, me too!" Hagakure waved her arms. At least, Kyoka assumed she did. Her sleeves moved, at least.

"M-Micchan and Tocchan?"

The two squealed again. "SO CUTE!"

"I'm already quite fond of Yaomomo, so feel free to call me that too, Midoriya-chan," Yaomomo said. The tall girl looked so cheerful that Kyoka could have sworn that the word 'bouncy' was flying off her like gamma rays.

"Call me Tsu, kero," Asui said, a slight smile tugging at her flat face.

"O-Okay!" And Kyoka could have been jealous about all the cutesy nicknames, but watching Midoriya start to relax, and even smile widely at it all, just made her happy for the usually nervous girl. Then, Midoriya sent that smile her way, and Kyoka almost used her quirk on the table to check if her heart was still pumping. "W-What about you, Jiro-san?"

Kyoka opened her mouth a few times, trying to find the words. Then, like a lyric from the ACDC song, For Those About To Rock (We Salute You), they hit her. "J-Just call me Kyoka, i-if you want."

"K-!" Midoriya's face went bright red, and honestly? Kyoka could feel that hers was right there with it. Ashido let out a quiet 'Oooh', but Kyoka ignored her.

"I-I mean, you can give me a nickname, i-if you want," Kyoka said, because she didn't want it to sound like she was rejecting her or anything. Heaven forbid! However..."B-But, I wouldn't mind if you just called me K-Kyoka…"

"K-Kyoka-ch-"

"Just Kyoka," Kyoka said, then slapped a hand over her mouth, too late to catch the words and force them back down.

"Damn, Jiro, you're bold!" Ashido said. "You went straight for the jugular, huh?"

Jiro glared, but before she could get some side stabbing revenge, the bell rang.

"Ah! The bell!" Uraraka grabbed her bowl and her chopsticks. "I didn't notice the time at all!" She opened her mouth and scooped the contents inside, swallowing them all at once. "Let's go!"

As everyone rushed to leave, Kyoka started cursing her brashness. Just Kyoka? JUST Kyoka? Yeah, that's not weird at all! Who the heck calls someone they've known for a day just by their first name? There's no way that Midoriya will think of her as anything other than a complete weirdo! Maybe she should flee the country. She could go to a hero school in America, right? She could probably communicate in nothing but song lyrics. Might make conversations a bit odd, but it's already been established that she's a complete and utter weirdo-

"L-Let's go, K-Kyoka!" Midoriya's voice snapped her out of the train wreck of an internal monologue she was in.

In fact, much like a train crash, her thoughts came to a screeching, metal twisting halt. She gaped at Midoriya, who was steadily turning redder and redder.

"A-And, um, if you want," her voice went quieter as she spoke, fiddling with her fingers as she looked at Kyoko, shoulders hunched again, "y-you can ca-call me...I-Izumi…"

"Yes! I-I mean, no p-problem," she looked away, twirling one of her jacks. She could be cool about this. She might feel like backflipping all the way back to class, but she could be co- CLASS! "Agh! We're going to be late!"

Midoriya flinched, her growing smile replaced with dread. "B-But Heroics 101 is next!" She swallowed and gave Kyoka a look of steel. Kyoka almost looked away; it felt way too good to be looked at like that by Mid...by Izumi. "Kyoka," ok, the look alone she could deal with, but that was just unfair, "close your eyes."

She kinda didn't want to, but she did as asked. Briefly, she wondered if Izumi was going to ki-

Even through her eyelids, the light was powerful. Opening her eyes, the glorious sight of Izumi's transformed state greeted them. Her eyes were dragged down to her luxurious orbs, probably because they had their own gravitational field!

"Make sure to hold on tight, because I'm not gonna go slow," Izumi smirked.

Phrasing.

Kyoka's already reddening face ignited when Izumi scooped her up in her arms. Half of her vision was engulfed by softness incarnate. Oh, of course she smelt great, too. They really broke the mould when they made this one. Or rather, the mould probably fell apart due to the strain of creating such a perfect being.

"Try not to wet yourself. This might be a rough ride."

Okay, she had to be doing this on purpo- AAAGH! The world moved around her, and she shoved her face into the closest surface. Her vision went dark, and if she didn't feel like vomiting she'd be enjoying this a lot more.

Ok, she was enjoying it a fair amount.

All too soon- but also not soon enough- she was being put down. Kyoka took a deep breath, only just realising how suffocated she had been in there. You could kill a small animal between those things.

"Holy crap!"

"Midoriya! How could you use your quirk outside of class?! To run in the halls, no less!"

Kyoka blinked as she took in her surroundings. Sure enough they were standing just inside room 1-A, and the rest of their class was gaping at them. Or rather, Kyoka assumed, the goddess next to her.

"I would apologise, but Heroics 101 is next, and while I'm sure I don't need it, Kyoka could use the help."

And there it was. Kyoka pushed down her annoyance. If you read between the lines, Izumi probably meant that she wanted to make sure that Kyoka got the most out of her time at UA. She knew Izumi didn't mean to sound so condescending, but it was what it was.

"Dekiru-chan! I thought you two were right behind us?"

Izumi turned to Uraraka. "I was, but overtaking you all was a small feat." Her head leant back as she spoke. It was amazing she could even see Uraraka past her nose.

Uraraka just laughed. "After seeing you in the Apprehension Test yesterday, I believe you."

Izumi hummed, folding her arms under her chest. Kyoka's eyes snapped to Mineta, glaring at him with the force of a thousand speakers on max. The little grape gremlin swallowed and hid under his desk. Good. Little sticky rat...Ok, nevermind, phrasing. Ew.

"OI! DEKU! Put your tits away and sit down! I don't want to drown in Earphone's nose blood!"

Kyoka flinched, bringing a hand to her nose. It was dry. Then, the nickname registered. She glared murder at Bakugo, who couldn't give a shit.

"Hmm? Did I hear the buzzing of a fly?" Izumi turned around and looked down at Bakugo. Easy enough, since he was sitting down. "Oh, it was you, Kacchan."

Bakugo looked like he might have a stroke. "I'll kill you." He said, calmly. It was sort of scary.

Izumi tilted her head. "I mean, you can try, but I don't think you'd get very far."

Before Bakugo could start frothing at the mouth, Izumi transformed back to normal. The sight of the humanoid rage staring at her made her squeak. Bakugo scoffed and glared at the front of the room instead.

"U-Um, sorry if that was t-too sudden, Kyoka," Izumi said, fiddling with her cuff.

"O-Oh, no, it was fine."

"Ahem. I'm glad to see that you two have become such close friends already," Iida said, chopping his hands like he had a button on his back, "but class is starting soon! We should all get to our seats!"

"O-Oh, yes, of course!" Izumi ran to her seat, avoiding eye contact with the seething blonde in front of her. Kyoka sighed and took her seat next to said blonde. She shot him the stink eye from the side, but he was too busy stewing on his own fury to pay her any notice.

Looking away, she watched as Kaminari flinched so hard from her stare that he fell out of his chair.

Sigh.

She wondered if Mineta or Sero would swap seats with her?

Then again, she didn't want to sit next to Mineta. Nevermind talk to him. Or sit in his chair. Or breathe the same air he once breathed.

Her thoughts halted once more. Mineta sat behind Izumi.

Nevermind, she might just talk to Mineta after all.

She'll introduce Mr Eyes to Miss and Mrs Jack. it'll be the closest the little toerag would ever get to a girl.

...Nevermind, he might enjoy that.

...She thinks her dad might have a shovel somewhere. Said he wanted it so he could talk to any boys going after her.

Eh, she doubts he'd be missed.

(Mineta shuddered in his seat. He looked away from the back of Midoriya's head. Something told him his life depended on not looking at her. Well, there was nothing there anyway, not in this form. It's not like he can stare at Yaoyorozu, though, without being obvious and nevermind Edgar Allen Poe next to him.

Man, this seating chart must be a cruel joke or something.)

Kyoka felt vaguely ill. As if, for a moment, she'd felt a small smidgen of camaraderie with something foul.

She felt the urge to drink some bleach.

…

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...Wasn't class supposed to have been startin-

"I AM COMING THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!"