Class 1-A introspection. Seat 1. Yuga Aoyama
Yuga Aoyama sat down for the camera, as he always does, sparkles shining as they rolled. "Hello you lovely viewers, I felt it in my soul you were here to question me. Well fear not, the answer is no, the sparkles aren't my quirk, they're just natural." That shouldn't be natural.
"Now I know what you're thinking: This cape is far too dazzling for the mortal eye to bear!" No one was thinking that. "But I'm not here to talk about my dazzling aura." You've been doing just that.
"No, today I must talk about my one true rival, the man that shines even brighter than myself! Suzuki Iruma!" He doesn't sparkle. Are you jealous that no one has to shield their eyes in annoyance from him? "Yes, with nothing but a simple smile, he takes the attention and shines as bright as the stars themselves! I've spent years catching peoples attention and the amature barely has to try!" Because he's a danger to himself.
"Oh, so you're the type of person in love with the bad boy, rushing on the streets in a leather bike." No, we like to protect the child. "Like Twilight, where I gained my sparkling inspiration from." Burn that book now. "Clearly you have bad taste, when the true sparkling one in this class … is moi." It's really not.
"As incouth as he is, I must take the words of that mangey exploding pomeranian." Oh so you call him that too. "The Main Character has arrived!" Who the fuck would make you the main character in anything? "I believe that is all the time we have to talk about me and my rival." It was just supposed to be your opinion on Suzuki. "Until next time, lovelies." Uggh
Iruma Job Corner! Cooking for a Rush
"Suzuki, five o'clock overload, get the orders out faster!"
"On it, chef-sensei!" The man was a little scary, but he paid better than most of his other jobs, and he got to be around food! Even if he couldn't eat it, the smell of it was enough to keep him on his feet the entire day. Plus once every six months, the guy allowed him to have a free meal here, so it was a win-win in Iruma's book!
"Table six needs those fried shrimp an hour ago!"
"Yes, Chef-sensei!"
"Order for mature pasta with a velvet sauce!" The cashier placed the order out, the man was fast, writing out things with that dull look on his octopus face. "Suzuki, it's the man with the Bass Quirk again, so don't forget to add what he wants this time!"
"Right, don't forget to add the pickles!" The guy ordered pickles on everything no matter what the dish was.
"Ah, such a fine day." Spoke their Boss with big red claws. "So much money."
"You know, liking a paycheck is one thing, but your fetish is just weird." Cashier spoke up.
"I don't sleep with 'little Clary' every night when I go to bed."
"She's a beautiful instrument that needs to be taken care of to the highest degree!"
"Hey, where are my pickles!"
"Eh, but I could have sworn …" Was Iruma sleep-eating again? His parents got mad that last time.
"Wait a minute, hold it right there buster!" Iruma heard a familiar voice.
"Food-sama, you're here!" The nice cafeteria worker that always fed him!
"Yes, the calling of bad customers has summoned me, which is you bass man!" Food-sama pointed at the bass guy.
"I have a name you know. It's Bubb…"
"You're nothing but a charlatan from where I stand. Observe!" Food-sama reached down Bass-mans's mouth and pulled out his tongue. "Look everyone! Guess what's under here!"
"What, the pickles?!" Iruma shouted.
"And my keys!" Oh yeah, super shiny.
"And my car!" There was a lot of room in that tongue.
"My giant pet snail!" Who eats living things raw!?
"What do you have to say for yourself, you deadbeat dine-and-dasher?!" Food-sama yelled at the bad fish man.
"I-ah..there's my ride!" He tried to run, but forgot Food-sama was still holding his tongue. "Oh nuts!"
"Thank you, Food-sama!" He shouted with a smile. He could have lost his job, Food-sama was the best!
"All in a days work. Now I must be off, I sense …" Food-sama looked into the distance. "A waiter faking an injury for tip money!"
"That fiend!" Iruma yelled. "Go Food-sama! Defend those who work hard for their minimum wage living!" Such a nice man. If only he was here whenever that small green villain broke in to steal the secret formula.
"Fair tee we'll, humble restaurant!" The man ran off, the hero they didn't deserve, but needed all the same.
International Heroism! Paris with it's butterflies
Akumization, a dangerous quirk that lets one give another human being enhanced quirk usage at the cost of their lifespan. Some compared him to the boogey man of japan, but the madman wasn't so bold to own up to such a claim. It was much more intricate than that.
Hawkmoth, the only lead they had, used a paid system on the dark web. An address was given, a wait time was estimated, and finally a package with no sender was handed off. Afterwards they merge the black butterflies with their bodies through consumption, causing purple butterfly-like tattoos to appear somewhere on their skin.
From there, Hawkmoth made deals with them through some sort of unidentifiable wavelength, using whatever anger, sorrow, bitterness, ANY form of negative emotion to sway them to his cause, the stronger the emotion, the more dangerous they ended up being.
Miraculous Ladybug, quirk, Positive Energy. She constantly generated a positive energy into an aura that increased her luck, skills, and all around sexiness in her opinion. If this energy was used up at once, she could even create matter from thought alone.
Night Hero Chat Noir, quirk, bad time. In an opposite manner to herself, he channels negative energy into creating bad luck to others, inconveniencing them to varying degrees, even able to focus all that energy into creating a decay-like effect to any object he chose to touch. He was charming, in a goofy little brother way, even with all the flirting. And apparently all of his ability to scale buildings was natural. She couldn't have asked for a better partner.
The battle between the three of them went on for years. Some battles were laughable, some closer than others, but tonight was the night it finally ended. "Chat, we don't have to do this. I can call Rena Rouge or Queen Bee tonight. It doesn't have to be you who takes him down."
"Dad problems, I wanna be out." He shrugged. "And a chance to not see your beauty my lady? I wouldn't give it up for my right hand." As she said, a flirt.
"Alright Adrian. Let's give him hell." Three years and they only share their identities now? If he wasn't so trusting, the partnership should've crumbled a LONG time ago.
"Of course Marinette, afterwards we can score some of your baked goods too." With a smile, the man jumped into battle. "Hey doggy, how about I take you to the pound!" Three years and his puns never improved.
What if … Izuku was raised by the Suzuki's (part 2)
The one thing about the misfit class everyone knew was that every single student in the class stands out in their own way. Whether it be Kaumi Caim for his 'gentlemanly perviness', Goemon Garp and his way of the warrior, or Soi Purson who stood out by never standing out, each misfit stood out in something.
The ones who stood out the most, however, are the 'Devil Twins', the grandchild sons of Sullivans, the heroes of Walter Park, the honor Student Iruma and the danger-junki Izuku.
Both of them were night and day with one another. Iruma was a naive and stupid glutton with self preservation so high he could dodge attacks in his sleep. A complete doormat that helps anyone who asks with a smile that draws them in. His ring, the Gluttonous Feeder Ring, absorbed mana of others into a large self stockpiled.
Izuku on the other hand was a smart, cynical, envious and spiteful brat with zero self-preservation, heading into danger like it was his first instinct. A bulldozer of force that meddled wherever he could, often helping people before they even asked, if they would even ask at all, armed with the Evivous Taker Ring that allowed him to steal any demon bloodline he wanted.
The two were leaders of the Calamity Cult, a group of 'friends' that came together to cause untitled havoc upon wherever they wished. It consists mainly of Alice Asmodeus, Clara Valac, Eiko Oni, Gaako Koopa, Ameri Azazel, and that Nafra student who always wore the hood.
The two were not just known for their love of chaos and kind hearts, they were … harem masters. Iruma the 'Top Score Killer', and Izuku the 'Love Bunny'. They adamantly denied this to be the case, but Ameri Azazel and Clara Valac often fought for Iruma's affections when he didn't look while Eiko Oni and Nafra stalked Izuku who didn't notice because of how dense he was.
They achieved much, achieving He(5) in their first year despite starting with Aleph(1), setting the sky on fire, saving Walter Park, finding the legendary tree which was somehow LESS impressive than their own creation, and played a Piano and Violin respectively, in the only time they saw Opera and Kalego teach in union. It was horrifying to watch them both smile like that.
And while there was no solid proof, it was speculated both had a connection to Izumi and Irumi, the two mysterious demdols that appeared randomly with Kumumo, Izumi more than Irumi for some reason.
There was that weird period where Izuku was afraid of girls after Oni confessed to him, but that seemed small in light of everything else that happened.
And the Evil Cycles … that was best left unsaid, so many flaming bunnies with axes.
One wondered what incredible and comprehensive conversation they were having at this very moment …
"Come on Izuku, it's rude to ask about people's bloodlines when you just met them."
"Not as rude as asking for seconds when you already ate more than the table itself."
Just arguing in front of the thirteen crows, as one does not.
"These two are the best choices for the Demon King?" Baal looked completely terrified and baffled at what he was looking at.
"We have four candidates." Henri looked over at the boy slipping his food onto ravenous one's plate. "Then again we may just be doomed all together.
Annon Chat! Friends.
Cannon: I'm Iruma
Fannon: I'm Iruma
Iruma: Welcome to Annon Iruma chat!
Cannon: Here we basically talk about our lives and what we go through, you know, the usual Sukima stuff Clara does.
Fannon: Who's Clara?
Cannon: My friend! She's super energetic and loves to play around.
Fannon: Is she invisible? Because that sounds like Toru.
Cannon: No, she's small with green hair, and makes stuff out of her pockets.
Fannon: That sounds like a fun quirk to have!
Cannon: It's an amazing power for fun. Do you have an Asmodeus?
Fannon: Can't say I do. Although Your friend Clara's power sounds like Momo's quirk! She makes anything as long as she keeps eating.
Cannon: If we had that we would dominate the woods! Super cool! Is she nice and fluffy?
Fannon: I don't know about fluffy, but she's really nice! We even read First Love Memories together!
Cannon: Oh, just like me and Ameri!
Fannon: Is she tall too?
Cannon: So talk I reach her waist! She's also really strict but nice.
Fannon: Like Iida. He has a super face and wears glasses!
Cannon: So he's super smart?
Fannon: Yep! Smartest friend I have! So glad I went to UA!
Cannon: And I'm glad to go to Babyls, even if I'm going to die any second.
Fannon: I feel you. I'm already fighting villains, and I'm barely in my first week!
Cannon: That's stuff, but you know what the book said right? Villains are just sad people.
Fannon: Yep, all they need is understanding!