U.A. High School- Ground Beta Observation Room

Toshinori Yagi had a bit of a crisis on his hands.

'What's the crisis', you ask?

Oh, well y'know; it was his first day, he was a bit nervous about his reception to the class and-oh!

HIS SUCCESSOR JUST MURDERED SOMEONE!

The class was rather shaken.

Understandably so.

He was quite sure that none of them had ever seen a murder and it was likely quite disturbing for them to see one of their peers so quickly and effortlessly end the life of another one of their peers.

Good god, he had really screwed the pooch on this one.

When he rigged the team selections at the start, he'd expected to witness a heated exchange of wills between two passionate, yet still friendly, rivals.

What he actually saw was a full-on thrashing.

A beatdown with no breaks hurtling fast towards its neck-snapping conclusion.

He needed to end the match, de-escalate the situation before things got even more out of hand.

He moved to spring into action, when suddenly-

"Yo, Sensei."

Toshinori stopped dead in his tracks, turning back to the monitors.

There, on one of the screens, was his murderous successor staring straight up into a camera.

He'd spoken through loud enough for his classmates to hear him, as evidenced by their jump at the sudden sound of his voice, though Toshinori could hear him loud and clear through the headset he was wearing.

"Young Midoriya… what have you done?"

The cold-blooded greenette sighed.

"Alright, before you jump to any conclusions, let me say this: I didn't kill anybody."

Toshinori was silent for a moment.

He had no words.

After all, it had been so long since someone had the audacity to tell him such a bold-faced lie to his face.

Well, not exactly to his face, but the principle was the same.

"Young Midoriya… stay where you are. I'm terminating the match and then-"

"Wait, what? No! You can't do that!"

"I can and I am, you just murdered-"

"I didn't murderanyone!"

"You're standing over Young Bakugou's de-"

Thud!

He- he just- he just… kicked a dead body?

Good god, really dropped the ball on this one.

He had completely burned his bridge with Mirai by not only not choosing the successor that the man had lined up, he then further spurned his sidekick by picking an unknown young man based on two conversations and a failed rescue attempt.

And then that young man happened to be a psychopath…

I'm sorry, Master.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

"OI! Wake up, you asshole!"

He's still kicking the body…

At this point, at least half of the class looked sick or faint.

"Young Midoriya, please-"

"Unf!"

Toshinori was interrupted by a pained grunt unlike any he'd heard from his baneful charge in the past year that they'd trained together.

A quick look at the other monitors confirmed that neither Young Uraraka or Young Iida had cause to make such a sound and the other students around him hadn't let out a peep since they saw… what they saw.

So, using simple deduction, that only left one person.

And looking back at the screen, Toshinori could scarcely believe his eyes.

Izuku watched as Kacchan writhed in pain on the concrete floor.

He knew Kacchan wasn't dead.

He learned that hold directly from Goro-jiji years ago and Goro-jiji never killed anybody.

Now he just needed to get upstairs.

Turning his gaze up to the camera in the corner, he addressed his mentor through the earpiece he'd received at the beginning of the exercise.

"See? Not dead. Incapacitated."

"Young Midoriya, how did you-?"

Izuku cut off the blond pro again, appropriating the capture tape from his downed adversary's pocket and beginning to wrap it around the boy's wrists and feet.

"Look, don't think about the how. Can I go now? Kinda on a schedule here."

A beat of silence.

"Well?"

The greenette finished taping the ashen-haired boy's ankles together, tapping against them to test the firmness of his handiwork.

"I- uh, well, I suppos-"

"Awesome. Thanks. Bye!"

He was up in an instant, and, in an instant more, he was hauling ass up towards the roof.

Ochako was somewhat peeved as she trekked up what had to be the final set of stairs leading to the rooftop.

The building for the exercise didn't seem all that tall from the outside, but rushing through the winding hallways in search of the stairs on each floor was something of a cause for fatigue.

Then there was the fact that Bakugou was… not a very good teammate to say the least.

Ordering her around, falling for obvious traps, calling her 'Cheeks'.

The last one bothered her slightly more than the others because she wasn't quite certain which pair of cheeks he was referring to.

And then there was the fact that Dekkun was taking the exercise far more seriously than she was expecting.

That wasn't exactly an issue, it was just a point of observation.

She wished he could've been on her team instead, maybe they could've fought Bakugou together.

… Or not, seeing as they seemed to have this whole childhood frenemy thing going on. Those were conflicts you didn't get involved in.

It probably still would've been a cool fight to see. Two strong, stubborn guys like that facing off.

She reached the top of the stairs and pushed it open, blinded by the light from the outside.

Like a Bam! Pow! Shing! Ka-cra-

"I've got you now, hero!"

Huh?

Thud!

"Ack!"

Before her eyes could even adjust to the light, she felt something impact her chest and then felt herself falling back into the darkness of the stairwell.

Had she been prepared, she likely could've used her quirk on herself to halt her descent, but she hadn't been, and so one thought came to mind as she felt herself plummet down toward the previous floor.

Well, guess I'll die.

Her eyes closed and she felt her back hit something firm, her legs lifted as something slid under her knees and she shifted seemingly in mid-air.

"[Nice Catch]! Looks like I got here in time."

Ochako opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was green.

Dekkun looked down at her with a smile.

"So, I'm gonna assume that you surrender. That alright with you, Occhan?"

All Ochako could do was nod.

Over the speakers, All Might announced that the exercise was over.

The Villains won.

Tenya Iida was conflicted.

On one hand, he was glad that he and Midoriya won their match.

On the other hand, the way that their classmates were looking at them was rather concerning.

He had absolutely no idea what occurred when Midoriya went down to confront the hero team.

He was just following the plan Midoriya laid out.

"Are you certain that this is the best idea, Midoriya?"

The young Iida had just finished concealing the 'weapon' on the second floor of the building. It took some time, but due to a great show of strength on Midoriya's part (and a great sacrifice on the ceiling's part), it was surrounded by enough rubble to seem like just another piece of refuse.

The greenette attached one of his strange cube-like gadgets to a corner of the room.

He'd been doing so during the entire trip to this particular room.

Apparently, the instruments were somewhat integral to the plan. He supposed he would see how when the plan was enacted.

"Course, Ii-chan! It's all about hero psychology."

The green-haired boy's voice was projected from several different places, all at varying volumes.

The boy in question tsked before continuing at his normal volume, walking over to Tenya as he did so.

"Anyway, it'll buff out." He patted the bespectacled boy's shoulder and gave him a smile, "Now, you should get up to the roof. We've got about a minute left before showtime."

After that, he waited for maybe 3 minutes.

He spent it getting into character, much like his teammate so obviously had.

And then rooftop access opened up, so he enacted phase two of the plan.

"As soon as that door opens, don't even check to see who it is. Just run at it and kick the person in the door almost as hard as you can."

"Almost as hard?"

"Ii-chan… you have engines for calves."

He did as he was told and moments later, he listened as All Might-Sensei announced the Villain team's victory.

And so then he stood in front of the rest of his class after the fact, the class that seemed somewhat awkward after the return of the quartet.

Midoriya had taken Uraraka to see Recovery Girl, he apologized and offered to bring her himself but the pair waved him off.

Bakugou was standing off angrily to the side, rolling his neck.

"Tell me, class. Who would you say was the best in this match?"

There was a murmur amongst the class from at least several of the other sixteen people gathered in the room.

Only one stepped forward, a girl with black hair and sharp, dark eyes.

"It would have to be Midoriya."

"Hoh? And what would make you say that, Young Yaoyorozu?"

Momo Yaoyorozu, one of the recommended students from what Tenya remembered, cleared her throat before jumping into an explanation.

"From the moment he saw the weapon to the moment he appeared behind the hero team, Midoriya was in control of the situation. He proposed to move the weapon down to the second floor as soon as he took a quick look at the floor plan. He mentioned something about 'Hero Psychology'. I think he was referring to hero media."

"Hero media? What's that gotta do with anything?"

A girl with pink skin and hairs, thin horns, and yellow eyes was the one to ask that question.

"I think she's talkin' about movies and comic books and stuff, Ashido."

A boy with spiky red hair was the one who answered her, Tenya remembered that he had introduced himself (rather loudly) as Eijiro Kirishima.

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm referring to. Thank you, Kirishima. In hero media, there's an incredibly dramatized view of crime-fighting. Most stories end with a villain monologuing at the top of their headquarters, with a ticking time-bomb at their back. This is very rarely the case in real-life situations, but the bias still remains. A bias that lent itself well to the simulation, seeing as both Uraraka and Bakugou walked right past it on their way up."

"Wait, but what about when Midoriya punched himself and Bakugou through the floor? What if Bakugou had gone into the room he hid the bomb in?"

It took everyone a moment to find the girl who had spoken out, seeing as her voice had come from the direction of the floating pair of gloves in the room. Tenya believed her name was Hagakure.

"I think Midoriya-chan planned for that too- kero."

The girl who answered that had long green hair and wide eyes. Her name was Tsuyu Asui.

"Yes, I believe so too, Asui. Midoriya shadowed the hero team from the second floor and only made his presence known at a specific time. Not even for a surprise attack, at that. He was baiting Bakugou, who took the challenge with no hesitation, and then convinced Uraraka to go find Iida, who was waiting to ambush her. Then he traded blows with Bakugou, riling him up all the while, before dropping them both to the darker floor below. After that, he slipped away into the dark and left an angry Bakugou to chase after his voice-"

It was at this point that Tenya spoke up.

"Using the gadgets he'd set up while we were hiding the weapon."

"Exactly, Iida. After that it was all a matter of incapacitating Bakugou and running up to the top floor to catch Uraraka. He'd planned a total victory the moment he saw the floor plans."

He'd planned that far ahead? Midoriya… what are you?

"Exactly correct, Young Yaoyorozu. He'd sized up the situation and came up with a plan to deal with the heroes in question. Most organized villain groups would do the same; think of heroes who are in the area at the time and develop countermeasures to beat them. Even controlled demolition of their headquarters isn't out of the question. An excellent display of villainy!"

Is that really something a hero should be saying?

"To be completely honest, the plan wouldn't've gone nearly as well without Ii-chan."

Everyone turned their head toward the greenette standing in the doorway. In the corner of his eye, Tenya saw Bakugou tense up slightly.

"Young Midoriya, you're back."

"Yeah, Occhan's fine by the way. Recovery Girl said she had a few bruised ribs, so she's resting up in the Nurse's Office. She'll be back by the end of class."

"Right, thank you. So what was it you were saying before?"

"Ii-chan was the most important part of the plan. Without him, there would've been no one to split the heroes' attention with. If they had chosen to fight me together and got that capture tape around me, I woulda been screwed. But because of Ii-chan, Occhan was forced to make a decision. Get in between me and Kacchan and risk running down the clock while my partner sat comfortably-"

"Or go to where the weapon is and hopefully end the match as soon as possible even if it meant leaving behind her teammate and fighting Young Iida."

"Exactly. Ii-chan managed to get up to the rooftop in record time on account of being so quick. So I had to work extra hard to make sure his effort wasn't wasted. If I'm bein' honest, I couldn't have asked for a better teammate."

"Well, would you look at that? An excellent show of teamwork as well! Great work, D Team. Now, I suppose we should move on to the next round."

As the blonde pro sent off the next two teams, Tenya watched as Midoriya was flocked by some of the class, chatting lightly with them.

He moved to join in, taking two steps forward.

After a moment of thought, though, he stopped and walked to the monitor where the other members of the class were watching the preparations for the next match.

Midoriya, I'm not quite at your level yet, but one day- one day, I'll be deserving of the praise you just gave me.

With that thought, and a brief look towards Midoriya as he formally introduced himself to several of their classmates, he focused his attention entirely on the monitor in front of him.

U.A. High School Entrance- Afternoon

3:17 P.M.

Fucking Deku.

Katsuki was fuming. He was robbed and humiliated. Not only that, it was by fucking Deku of all people.

With his stupid fucking smile, his stupid fucking tricks, and-

"Yo, Kacchan."

Speak of the goddamn devil.

The greenette stood leaned against the wall next to the gate, his smile wasn't beaming like it usually was, but it still made Katsuki wanna rip it off his fucking face.

"Hell do you want?"

"Straight to the point, huh? Y'know, your pillow talk could really use some work. I thought we shared a pretty intimate moment back there, my body pressed close to yours, arms wrapped around you real ti-"

"What. The Fuck. Do you want?"

Katsuki's fists clenched. It felt like he was about to pop a blood vessel.

Deku raised his hands in a playful show of surrender, pushing off the wall, smile still present on his face.

"Alright, alright. You ain't in the mood. Quite frankly, neither am I. But we all got our parts to play, don't we?"

All humor left the boy's face as he said this.

Katsuki was sick of Deku's bullshit.

So goddamn sick.

"Answer the fu-"

Katsuki felt all of the air leave his lungs, words caught in his throat as he felt his skin begin to writhe.

Deku walked to Katsuki and spoke low, just low enough that the ashen-haired lad had to struggle to hear what he said next as he leaned in close.

"I'm. Talking. Listen."

A brief pause, as if he were waiting for the red-eyed boy to speak up again.

When the moment passed with no interruption, he continued, the discomforting feeling that Katsuki felt in his skin lessening just a bit.

"Look Kacchan, I'm gonna be completely honest with you. What happened back there? Total fuckin' embarrassment. Honestly, it made me cringe, dude. You fell for the bait and then had the gall to get your ass kicked? You didn't land a single hit on me, man."

"F-fu-"

He didn't know when Deku had grabbed his throat, or when he had picked him up.

He did know that his back hurt after Deku slammed him against the wall, though.

The greenette continued, his eyes covered by his hair.

"Listen with your ears, not your mouth. It's that bad habit of yours that got you into that situation in the first place. Keep it up and it's gonna get ya killed. Hell, if I squeeze just a little harder right now, I could end your hero career before it even starts."

At this, De- Izuku started to tighten his one-handed grip on the blonde's neck.

Katsuki tried to reach up, grab the arm attached to the hand on his throat, tried to activate his quirk, willed the sweat on his palms to react and combust.

But his body wouldn't listen. And Izuku just kept on squeezing.

I- am I gonna die?

Just as things seemed their bleakest, Katsuki felt the grip around his throat loosen, before leaving completely and he fell on his ass onto the hard pavement.

"But I ain't. Cuz ya see, I don't want ya dead, Kacchan. Quite the opposite, really. I wanna see you succeed."

What?

What the hell was this psycho saying?

"I'm looking for a challenge, Kacchan. A good one. A consistent one. And I picked you for that challenge. For better or worse, I picked you. And so, I'm gonna take responsibility."

Izuku squatted down so that he was on Katsuki's level.

What does that even…?

"I'm gonna make you a worthy opponent. Someone who can keep up with me. You're gonna be seeing me around a lot more. Because as of this moment, Kacchan…"

The greenette pushed his hair up out of his eyes, putting his hand on Katsuki's shoulder, smile on his face once more.

"…You're my bitch, okay?"

It was at this moment that Katsuki realized that any sense of normalcy in his life that he might've had… was gone forever.

Hey, been a while. Gonna be another while.

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