The alarm clock blared loudly, the early sun shining through the blinds. The French boy yawned, stretching in his sparkly PJs.
He still had time before class, but the quiet of the morning only lasted so long before the loud pomeranian and others woke up. Yuga opened his bedazzled closet, his school uniform hanging off a prepared hanger. He smiled and looked at himself in the mirror, his face was tired and his fabulous blonde hair was messy. Though nothing a little time and gel can't fix!
He looked at one of the wardrobe doors, a poster of Best Jeanist hanging on with the words: 'Bring out your inner beauty!'
"I always try to, though I sometimes think there is no beauty to bring out Jeanist." he muttered to himself, puting the uniform down on his sequined bed. He started his slow morning routine of taking care of his hair, his face and getting dressed. He glanced at himself in one of the many mirrors in his room.
"Quite a sight to see, even Maman would be proud." he smirked, grabbing his school bag.
For a moment during classes, he glanced at his classmates. So much potential, so much power, so much...beauty. Even those who were regularly disheveled and rarely took care of themselves like Mina Ashido or Denki Kaminari, had such a flare to them that is just worked.
He shook his head and opened the back of his notebook, where he had a copy of a very special list. He called it his Hit List, though Beauty List would be better. No matter!
Aoyama sighed, going through it. He had written it in French, most of his classmates could read the western alphabet and would decipher their names but not the contents of why their names were there. Well at least he hoped, or else a lot of ruckus would have probably been raised whenever somebody glanced at it.
At the top of said hit list was none other than the manly man himself, Kirshima Eijiro. Though Yuuga respected him deeply, everything else about him was rather wrong. He could look so good with just letting his hair down, not that spikey mess! It reminded Yuuga too much of the dog like classmate and Kirishima was better than that mess of emotions.
Most of the class was on this list, with a few exceptions (like Mineta and Tokoyami). He sometimes dreamed of what the school would look like if he had a hand in their fashion just once! Sparkly uniforms! Princes and princesses who looked their best and were the height of Parison fashion!
"You alright there Aoyama?" a familiar voice called him out his most wonderful daydream. It was the cotton candy girl, Mina Ashido. Her hair an unkept mess with those lil' horns sticking out. He glanced at her uniform, at least she didn't put on the one with the holes at least.
"You had that twinkle in your eye, like more than normal." She booped his forehead, which made him blink a few times.
"And what if I do?" he inquired, quickly closing the notebook so she couldn't see more.
"Last time you had that twinkle, we were getting glitter out of the couch and kitchen sink for a month." she smirked, reminding him of a past failure to maybe make the dorms more fabulous. Why should the living area be so boring? So average? When it can be the most beautiful thing for the eye to behold!
He quickly shook his head of those thoughts, he could plan more on that later.
"But it was well worth it, non? We saw our classmates Kirishima and Bakugo covered in glitter for a few days." his face not changing from his distinct 'V' smile.
"I will give you that, French Fry." she winked, messing up his hair by going through it. He cursed, trying to get it back to its original position. Curse that pink girl!
After classes, he was drinking some tea in the living area. Most of the others were milling around, studying or chatting. He glanced at Kirishima and shook his head again. That spiky hair will be the death of his fashion sense! That boy dressed like he is going to the gym every moment. Oh, his Maman would have been appalled! Once he finished his cup, he calmly cleaned it and headed back to his room. His more enthusiastic peers were going to return soon, he couldn't study with them in the room.
He watched the floor as he headed to his room. His 'V' smile faltering since nobody was around. Gosh he was tired, he should go to bed-
He felt like he was hit with a baseball bat to his stomach, falling down.
"Oh merde!" he muttered, taking a few gasps to gather his breath. He looked to see who he run into, not really surprising to see young Midoriya Izuku. His notebook was on the ground, the muttering boy rubbing his head.
Oh god, another one of Izuku's shirts. The ones that simply had 'shirt' written in them, they were the bane of his fabulous existence. Why would somebody wear that?!
He dusted himself off and his 'V' smile appeared again.
"You alright, monsieur Midoriya?" he asked, offering his hand. The broccoli haired boy looked at him doe eyed, before realizing what had happened taking it and apologizing over and over.
For a moment his typical smile broke into a genuine one. Oh how much beauty was within the smaller boy. So much passion, enthusiasm and kindness. Oh how his heart ached that his outside was messy and simple. That simply couldn't be it for the boy!
As he got Midoriya's notebook he noticed him looking rather annoyed at something on his shirt. Had he finally gotten to his senses and seen how silly his shirt was?! He almost gasped, until he realized that Midoriya was staring at a very ugly blotch of colour. Must have been from the pen reasoned Yuga
"Midoriya?" he tried to get his attention, offering the notebook.
"Oh! Yes! Thank you, Aoyama." he bowed, looking ashamed. "I am so sorry for not looking where I go! I was just too distracted-"
Yuga cut him off with a wave of his hand and shook his head.
"We are going to be pro heroes Midoriya, a simple scruffle like that is nothing." he cackled. He looked at his shirt again and suddenly gears started turning. Could...Could this be something to jump start his dream? To complete the Hit List and make 1-A finally look like the beauties they were?!
He shook his head, he needed to be methodical with this! One slip up and his dreams would go down faster than him at that god awful Sports Festival.
"Oh non! Your shirt!" he gasped dramatically..okay maybe he could tone it down. The look Midoriya gave him was one that would probably shatter his dream.
"It's just a shirt. I'll get a new one from my room-" before Midoriya could continue, the noise of angry screaming and explosions started up. And it was getting increasingly closer. Katsuki had not had a good day.
Midoriya looked at Yuuga, who simply opened his room door and he was in the sparkly room before he could bat an eye. Ah, he would have to thank the pomeranian later. Maybe with some cheese.
Midoriya grunted and shielded his eyes, the sun's light was hitting all of the sparkly things in the room and making it so much worse to look at. Yuuga seemed to almost have an immunity to it, not even blinking.
"I shall get you a new shirt, monsieur." he said with a dramatic bow, opening his wardrobe. It showed off his poster of Best Jeanist and his one poster of All Might which he put his uniform over in the evening. It was an old poster, battered and most of the colour faded.
Izuku seemed immediately interested — of course he got interested if it was All Might — watching the French boy sort through his wide array of clothing.
"So what were you muttering about?" He broke the silence that had settled, Midoriya fidgeting.
"Just about today's hero training and how everybody was improving. Especially Tenya and Uraraka were making such great progress! She can stay up even longer and Tenya…" as he talked, Yuuga chuckled. This boy couldn't shut up could he?
"And what about you Midoriya?" he asked, turning around.
"Me? I...Well I am making progress with my fighting style. Trying to keep up with Tenya is hard, especially with his speed." he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.
"At least you can fight for more than a few seconds." he cackled at the freckled boy. Midoriya started apologizing again, sputtering like he had said the worst thing.
"Relax." he beamed, waving it off. He gestured for him to get up and handed Midoriya a very simple white shirt.
"Try this on, Midoriya." he said, getting up. He turned back to the wardrobe and continued to look through it. He had something in mind, now he just hoped Midoriya wouldn't be against it.
"You know, I always wondered. Why do you look up to All Might?" he asked, grabbing a light blue denim jacket.
"Well..why wouldn't I? He always saved people with such a passion! He never gave up and even sacrificed himself! And he always did it with a smile, wanting everybody safe and happy!"
"Ah, oui..he does have a certain spark. Even his non muscle form, he holds life." Yuuga was forced to agree and turned to see that Midoriya had actually tried the shirt on. A mischievous smile snaked itself on his lips, glancing at Midoriya.
"Are you still wearing those ragged old pants?" he pouted, the pants Midoriya had looked like they hadn't left him since he was a kid! Washed out colour, some holes starting to make themselves visible and oh so much more.
"Well I–" before Midoriya could defend himself, he got black jeans thrown at his face. They landed with a loud SPLAT, making him fall back on the bed.
"Midoriya Izuku, today I shall give you what has been missing all your life. A spark of life, to bring out the beauty within you! Now get dressed!"
"That's okay, Aoyama! Thank you for this but-"Midoriya tried to get out of this, blushing and smiling sheepishly.
Yuga raised a brow, his 'V' smile making it look somehow more menacing.
"Midoriya Izuku, I will give you the sparkle of All Might to make everybody gasp at you. Even that pomeran-I mean, that Bakugo. Now do you once in your life want to wow the others? Want to make everybody speechless? Be finally confident?"
"I am perfectly confident!" he tried to defend himself, while blushing again.
"Confident in your ability to fail." he scoffed, flipping his little fringe. "Do you think I did not notice how you deflate when trying to even talk about your progress? But how much you are awed at your two friends? For once Midoriya Izuku, let yourself be the one to make people wish to be you!"
Midoriya blinked a few times, opening his mouth and closing it. Trying to formulate an answer.
"I guess maybe one outfit change wouldn't hurt–"
"Monsieur Midoriya, you have made my day more than you can imagine!" he said, throwing the jacket next at the blushing classmate. It was going to be a long way to go!
"Oh also! Put these on." he handed Midoriya some sunglasses.
"But why would I need these?" he asked, looking scared.
"Most people cannot see if they spend too much time in here. We don't need you blind when the world sees you at your best!"
Once they were done, Yuuga put the finishing touches on Midoriya's hair and and clothes. He smiled at his work. His classmate nearly had fallen asleep again as he was applying the gel and make up. The green-haired boy had gotten quite relaxed as they chatted about heroes, their dreams and Midoriya had even slipped that he had always seen All Might as a father almost. Well, everybody in 1-A as a weird family. It was rather adorable.
"I think you are ready, Midoriya! Get up and show the world you are better than anybody else!"
He opened the door and he spotted Ochako Uraraka and All Might talking about something, both looking pretty happy. Todoroki was rounding the corner, looking aloof as always. Yuuga pushed his classmate and he stumbled out, rubbing his eyes.
"Deku-kun! Are you okay?! What were you doing in Aoyama's room–" as she talked her voice turned into a high pitched squeal. A blush dusted her cheeks, staring at her best friend.
"I...I'm blind. I can't see anything, Uraraka." Midoriya let out weakly, trying to feel around.
"That is quite the makeover young Midoriya!" chuckled All Might, looking amused.
Yuuga smirked. It seemed that step 1 of his plan yielded positive results.
"He is now a shining star inside and out! Just like his mentor and father!" he said loudly, his voice booming. At closer inspection it was obvious where Yuuga had taken his inspiration. All Might's outfit when he had saved Katsuki from the sludge villain, with the white shirt that clung to Midoriya's body. Some casual pants and a belt with a metal belt buckle that looked familiar.
Todoroki stopped dead in his tracks, muttering. "I fucking knew it–"
"Is that Todoroki!? How many times must I tell you? I am not–"
"He said he saw an inspiration in All Might, wanting to make people smile like him! So I gave him a glitz of life. So he could model himself after his parents, All Might!" he beamed, the ruckus attracted some people.
"AOYAMA WHY!? NO–!" Midoriya was barely keeping himself up, his vision slowly coming back. Just in time to see All Might coughing up blood and kneeling over. He was either laughing or embarrassed. Maybe a mixture of both. He quickly ran up to him.
"Dad! Are you okay?!" he gasped, kneeling next to him. Everybody within earshot froze, shocked and awkward expression. Midoriya didn't seem to realize what he said at first, a few seconds going by before it hit him.
"GOD DAMN YOU, TODOROKI!" He had more bark to his speech, too distracted by All Might spitting up blood. He helped him get up, all but sprinting to get All Might to Recovery Girl and escape the mortification. With that they passed a lot of curious classmates, a few gasping and staring at Midoriya's new look. Expression from shocked, to amused and even curious. A few girls started to talk lively, saying how much better he looked!
Ochako turned to Yuuga, looking puzzled.
"What did you do?" she asked, her face caught between intrigue and confusion.
"Made Midoriya Izuku's inner star shine! A little pep talk goes a long way." he waved with a wink, closing the door behind him. This was going to be fun.