Okie Dokie, uh, this chapter sucks. I know it's not medically accurate. I also can't write fight scenes….Enjoy? Or at least try to or something. IDK. Thanks for the love guys!

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"Alright, Shithead. We're gonna win this! Just stay out of the damn way."

Midoriya nodded, not really knowing what else to do. They were playing the villains and, looking past Bakugoes dramatic commands, he did have a pretty solid plan. He would guard the bomb while Bakugou took the other two out. The clock hadn't even started but Bakugou already left the room. Izuku sighed, debating if he should say anything or not.

In the end, he decided to just screw it. It took a moment to find the right button on the headset.

"Uh, hey, Asshole?"

"What, Shithead? I thought I made the plan clear!"

Midoriya tsked, looking out the window and frowned when he saw the two heroes heading in.

"They're coming in, east entrance. They haven't separated yet."

There was a slight pause before he heard the shuffle of running feet.

"Thanks, nerd."

Midoriyas face contorted into confusion before he rolled his eyes. "Anytime, angel."

He muted it when the telltale sound of yelling came through. He could hear him clearly from the floors dividing them anyway.

Izuku scratched his cheek, looking around the room. There weren't any rules against moving the bomb, right? He kept an ear out as he walked towards the 'bomb.'

It was big and, yes, very heavy.

Midoriya huffed, tilting his head. There was no way to move it by himself, so it seemed that it would be staying there. Right in the middle. Lovely.

The yelling and explosions became both louder and clearer, so he assumed that Bakugou was either really mad or they had gotten closer. The teen glanced around the room before sighing.

Midoriya found himself leaning behind one of the pillars. As he waited, as instructed by Bakugou, he pulled out the capture tape they were given. He was surprised that they were given it, seeing as they weren't the heroes.

He clicked the headset back on and was able to hear what was directly being said instead of the muffles. Katsukis curses coming through the headset like fine crystal.

" – ithead! Did you really turn this fucking thing off?"

Izuku took a deep breath, internally regretting said action. "Yup."

The P popped like Katsukis temper.

"They – they fucking tied me up but I'm almost out! Those fucking – "

Midoriya heard the sound of a car – interesting – and relying on the instincts he had learned over the years, he stuck his leg out.

"Ow."

He looked down as Speedy was sprawled out. From the corner of his eye, he saw the shadows move and flipped out of the way. He wasn't quite fast enough and found one of his wrists tied in the capture tape. He hid a wince as he back round kicked Ura – something a good distance away. He slapped Speedies arm away and kicked him as well. Except ow. The guy was fucking built and he may have broken a toe.

"Bakugou, I swear to god, get your ass up here!"

Midoriya eyed the two who were standing and looking at him in surprise and wariness. Midoriya praised them for it, even if it meant it would cause him trouble.

"I'm fucking trying, Deku! This shit is sticky as fuck!"

Midoriya swallowed, pulling on said wrist and discovered that it was indeed sticky as fuck. Nice. They were halfway to capturing him already.

His fingers itched unconsciously for his staff, narrowing his eyes and went to grab it before his hands froze. His jaw twitched as he pulled out the two tanboes. Already, his confidence seemed to drop. To make matters worse, they worked well as a team and it showed. Speedy had really good leg work. And they hurt. His legs.

By some miracle, he managed to get them closer to the edge of the room and not in the middle. They were both looking at him with matching disbelief, red faced and panting. Izuku had cracked Gravities helmet and there were several dents in Speedies armor. He, however, found that his ribs hurt like never before and that he had probably damaged his legs somehow.

Metal hurt like a bitch to kick or punch but it was even worse to head butt. Iron was disgusting.

Spitting out a glob of blood as he kept a weary eye on them both. He wanted to know how much longer this stupid practice would go on. He wondered if he was taking this exercise too seriously. Probably.

He should have just let him have the bomb if the fight was going to be this painful.

"Surrender now, villain! You know how this will end!"

Midoriya keened, shuffling back. "Bakugou, you ass. Get up here."

There was a grunt on the other end, "All Might said I was out. How the fuck are you still in?"

Izuku laughed, standing straighter and hid a wince with ease. Katsuki was out. The teen could honestly say that he wasn't expecting that. On a side note, he really didn't want to hurt the other two, but he also wanted to win. He should have done something from the beginning. Not let himself get tossed around.

They were training to be heroes, right?

Midoriya wasn't a fan of monologue. And he would not go down as the villain who did so. He dropped both weapons, surprising the other two and ran straight for them once again. Gravity eeped, throwing her arm out for a punch at the same time as Speedy raised his leg.

Midoriya growled, glaring the limb and ducked under the arm and tugged, Speedy shuffled for balance. Izuku raised it higher before shoving it back. With Speedy down, he spun back around and grabbed the arm again. She needed to learn a new routine, he noted.

Twisting it behind her back, he ignored her shriek and, with the tape hanging out of her own waist pouch, he tied it around her torso with her arm around her back. He pushed her down as well, turning back to Speedy and was met with a fist to his face.

"Fuck!"

"Deku? What the hell is going on?"

He ignored the headset, running straight for Speedy who was running for the bomb. Right before the taller teens fingers grazed the metal, he was body slammed out of the way. He oofed.

Midoriya and the metal man wrestled. By some miracle, Midoriya ended up on top. His nose hurt, probably broken, and pointed down at the others face making him go cross eyed.

"Speedy, no!"

The others mouth fell open before kneeing the other off him. "Speedy, yes!"

Midoriya was still on the floor, the other making yet another run for the bomb and Midoriya grabbed at his ankle before throwing his own body back, making the teen faceplant. Midoriya quickly crawled onto his legs and wrestled for his arms, one hand searching desperately for the capture tape.

Somehow, he had to give the other points, Speedy rolled backwards – forwards, something, Midoriya barely refrained from screaming when metal dug into, literally, everything. Mainly his face. And nose. If it wasn't broken before, it definitely was now.

Bakugou was still screaming in his ear and they all seemed to pause when a robotic voice rang overhead,

"Thirty seconds until bomb departure. 30, 29, 28 – "

Both him and Speedy began fighting even harder, the taller to be flipped over and Midoriya to, surprisingly, stay under and maintain hold of the others arms.

Midoriya mentally counted down with the clock with his eyes shut tight. He refrained from whimpering. He would rather get thrown through another wall then do this again.

"Iida-kun!"

"Deku, don't you fucking mess this up!"

He growled animalistic, more wounded but still beast like, when an armored elbow dug into his ribs.

"Let me go this instant, villain!"

Midoriya sniffed, blood getting inhaled and making him gag. He managed to wrap one of his legs around the others waist and flipped them over, his arm going around the neck. He remembered to not hold on too hard but enough for it to be a warning.

"People will die, villain! Is that what you want?"

Midoriya gritted his teeth for more reasons than one, knees digging into the concrete as he quickly found the capture tape. Speedy saw and tried even more earnestly to buck him off.

"– 10, 9, 8 – "

Midoriya cursed under his breath, screaming ringing in his ear and Gravity shouting and sounding close to tears. Speedy was fucking strong and only a bit more –

"No!"

Midoriya rolled off, tape roll still in his hand but attached to Speedy on the other end. He found himself laughing hysterically at the two devastated glares he received from the other two students.

"– 1. Bomb has gone off. Training Ground Beta is destroyed. Villains win."

"The villain team has won! Do any require immediate medical service?"

"The fuck! Did we win!? Deku? Did we win!?"

Izuku didn't stop laughing as he stood, wincing slightly. He had definitely broken some stuff. Speedy and Gravity were still on the floor. He pulled out a push knife and cut Speedy loose, ignoring the look of surprise. He offered a smile to Gravity as he cut her loose as well.

"We-we're fine!"

He assumed that All Might could hear them somehow. He took another step and almost faltered, pain wracking through his leg. He really hoped he didn't mess up his ankle. That would be the last thing he needed.

"No, Midoriya-san needs immediate assistance!"

Izuku turned to Speedy, surprised look that quickly changed to denial. "No! I'm fine!"

"I'll have a bot come up. Just hold on, Midoriya-kun."

Izuku tsked, glaring at the two. He shut off the headset and leaned against the pillar. He spat/ threw up some more blood.

"Oh, no."

"Are-are you ok?"

Midoriya nodded at the other two's questions but otherwise didn't respond. He bit his lip and pulled up his shirt.

That was a pretty shade of purple. He was finding that it suited him quite well.

"Oh my god."

He let it fall, looking up at the two tiredly and found Speedy looking at him in horror. He tsked, refraining from rolling his eyes.

"It's fine, Speedy. Don't even worry about it."

He looked at him in mild horror and…something else. Guilt, probably.

"You are bleeding. Internally. And out. This is not fine!"

Midoriya turned to the doorway, hearing a beep and feet running. Bakugou came in not a moment later with wide eyes. Looking past him, he noted a very small woman. His mind immediately labeled, Doctor.

"What the shit happened?"

Midoriya laughed lightly, hopping onto the robotic stretcher with mild difficulty. The other three teens were talking. Bakugou mostly swearing. Izuku felt his eyes close but not sleep.

"Young man, this was too much!"

He opened his eyes, feeling prodding and refrained from pushing her away. He didn't like hospitals. Or doctors. Or prodding.

"I'm not going to the hospital."

She tsked, as if annoyed that he read her thoughts. "Of course not, just the nurses office on campus. You don't look very alive, if I say so myself."

Midoriya didn't even have to think. "No, thank you. You're Recovery Girl, right?"

She blinked, as if surprised. The other students fell quiet as they walked (or rode) down the hall. "I am. And you are going to the office, young man. Unless you want to bleed out. And that's not happening on my watch."

Izuku spat again, the bowl resting between his legs and tried to ignore his dizziness. "Your quirk doesn't require anything. I'm not going to the office. I still need to watch the other matches."

He cursed again, the other three jumping with wide eyes and surprisingly silent as he was wacked on the head with the cane.

"Yes, you are. Internal bleeding is always worse than it looks. You're lucky I won't drag you to the hospital, young man. No arguments!"

Midoriya found himself getting annoyed, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He grunted, pushing his hand against his stomach and torso and did a very, very bad inspection. The same kind he would give himself and how Aizawa later showed him.

He hasn't died yet, so he couldn't be messing it up too bad.

"It's not that bad and you know it." Not the worse he's had, anyway. "I don't do hospitals and I'm not skipping class."

She was almost seething. "Young man – "

He cut in, allowing his urgency to show. "Please."

"What the hell, Shithead?"

They both ignored him. The doctors eyes narrowed and looked away when she found what she was looking for. "Fine. But you need to come see me tomorrow morning to make sure everything is ok. We'll go from there."

"What? No, this Shithead needs a hospital!"

They continued to ignore the other three as they came to the room where all the other students were.

"Thank you."

She continued to glare at him, though it fell softer. "Get up."

He nodded, cursing. He refrained from stepping back when she kissed his hand, too short to reach anything else. He immediately dropped, woozy. He felt somebody catch him, probably Bakugou.

"Shi – ow! A little warning next time?"

He was still blinking away black spots, straightening and finding his footing. He held his nose, which was newly back in place thanks to her…quick actions.

"Next time don't be an idiot. All Might! This is the first day, do try and not kill the students before they can be heroes."

Right when Midoriya thought everything was ok, he rushed back to the bowl and threw up. Blood. More blood. That was nice. He felt…fine, now. Tired as hell, but fine.

He blinked and turned. The rest of the class was looking at him in mild horror and he ignored the way his stomach churned by it.

"That would be excess blood from your lungs. You should be fine now. But eat this, it'll help with the blood recovery."

He grabbed the small, white pill and popped it into his mouth dry. It tasted disgusting. Like a mix between ash and chalk but he could already tell a difference. He nodded, turning back to the class. Everybody was looking at him and All Might was…blank.

It unsettled the teen and he quickly looked away, plopping himself down on the floor. He clapped his hands and refrained from yawning. "Who's next?"

It took a moment for anybody to respond and it was Bakugou at first. The blond sat down roughly next to him, tugging the oversized gauntlets down beside him and tsked, "Well shit. How was that for a villain fight?"

The class laughed uneasily and Midoriya snorted, knowing what the other was trying to do. He was surprised by the gesture and welcomed it. He bumped the others shoulder with his own, noting the stillness that followed the action.

"You should have gone to the hospital, nerd."

Midoriya only hummed, looking at the screens as class continued. It was full of quirks and talent. All of which he felt he didn't have.

He was tired as hell.