Omnipotent X - You know I didn't even consider infidelity until you pointed it out. I just wanted Inko to get some love because she deserves to be spoiled rotten. I don't think anyone will care.
When he received the message to visit the 1-A dorm, he didn't know what to anticipate. Normally on Saturday, he would take his girlfriend out and spend the evening with her.
"Can you come to my dorm for a minute? There's something I want to talk to you about in person." The message had read. It was bizarre, and Kyoya knew something was amiss, but the psychic obliged and headed towards his juniors' abode. The walk was short and filled the second-year student's head with inquiries. The message didn't appear urgent nor solemn, and earlier today, his precious kitty cat was radiant as can be. He didn't see a problem. Well, his grade in biology could be better, but it wasn't below the threshold for Passive Mode to be implemented.
'I don't think I did something wrong. Her birthday isn't for another seven months. Hmm, I wonder what I'll have ready by then.'
The psychic was baffled, even more so when he looked upon his destination. Something about the dorm gave off a bad feeling, one that made him growl under his breath.
"Hey, I'm walking up to the door now," he quickly shot Momo a text and rang the doorbell once he reached the wooden entrance.
"Coming!" He heard someone announce.
'Midoriya.' Kyoya guessed. His assumption proved true as the green-haired powerhouse of class 1-A greeted the senior with his familiar cheery smile, still dressed in his uniform.
"Hey, Shuzenji-senpai. Are you here for Yaoyorozu-san? You're early."
Kyoya didn't know if Izuku was feigning innocence or not. The strange feeling swirling in his chest refused to die down, and the psychic knew something was waiting in the wing.
He decided to play along. "She sent a text wanting me to come over. Said she wanted to tell me something."
"Oh, okay. Come on in; she's in the living room."
Kyoya didn't ask any questions, but he stayed on guard in case this feeling was just the Spirits getting to him. Their emotions ranged from slightly perturbed to outright displeased.
"By the way, senpai, if you're not too busy tomorrow, do you think you can have a look at my Shoot Style? Iida-san has been helping me with my kicks, but according to Kacchan, I'm telegraphing too much."
"Sure, I don't mind."
The boys entered the living room, where they both stared confusedly at the scene.
'Someone watches too many movies.' was Kyoya's initial thought.
"Shuzenji-san, thank you for coming. Have a seat," a suit-wearing, sunglass-wearing Mina gestured to the lone chair. She wasn't the only one dressed up. Aside from Momo, who was looking cute in her blouse, by the way, all the girls of Class 1-A wore the same black suit and shades as Mina.
"Uhh, what's this about?" Izuku asked before Kyoya could pull out the whiteboard. "How did you get changed so fast?"
"Deku," Uraraka stated, "This is between us and the boyfriend. Please give us some privacy."
To accelerate the process, she and Tsuyu seized the freckled-face teen by the arms and escorted him to his room, ignoring his pleas for answers.
"Shuzenji-san," Mina called out again, gesturing to the chair more forcefully.
Kyoya catered to Mina's demand and occupied the chair. He expected traps to bind him to the seat, but nothing transpired.
"You can probably guess why you're here," the acid girl stated, "But I'll explain. You are here to receive your evaluation."
'Excuse me?'
Kyoya glanced at Momo, who kept her eyes closed.
"What's this about?" he asked via basic telepathy, to which Momo shook her head.
"Listen up," Jirou demanded, waving her earphone jacks threateningly. "We're going to ask you a series of questions, and your goal is to answer them all correctly. You don't want to know what we'll do if you get any wrong."
Kyoya noticed Uraraka and Asui were now standing behind him while Mina, Jirou, and Tooru stood in front.
'Well, isn't this precious?'
"Question."
"We're asking the questions here, bub," Mina snatched the whiteboard away and erased its contents before plopping it down on Kyoya's lap, "And there will be no help from Momo either. She will either confirm or deny your answers. Your fate is in your hands."
Kyoya narrowed his gaze.
'All the girls are here. Their mistake was leaving Hagakure visible. Some of the guys must be out because I don't feel all of them.'
His thoughts were interrupted by Mina shining a flashlight in his face, momentarily blinding the psychic.
"First question! When is Momo's birthday?" she interrogated.
Kyoya's mind was already working, writing the answer on the whiteboard.
"September twenty-third," Mina read aloud, "Momo, is this correct?"
The onyx-haired beauty held up a sign with a circle on it.
"That's correct. Congratulations, but how did you know when it hasn't rolled around yet?" Mina continued.
"Because she wrote it down in the notebook she gave me on our first official date."
The white circle went up again, eliciting a growl from the pink student.
"Don't get cocky. We still have more questions to ask. Tooru."
Mina backed away as the invisible student strolled forward.
"Hello, Shuzenji-senpai," she greeted him, getting a wave in return, "Tell me, what do you like most about our girl, Momo."
The girls had never seen someone write so fast.
"That big sexy brain of hers," Tooru read off, which caused the Vice President to turn several shades of red. Her blank look was shattered, replaced by a giddy smile that made her sway back and forth in her seat.
"And look at that smile. It's too beautiful for mere words to describe. She's sparkling."
"Oh stop," Momo put her hands on her cheeks.
"Oh, you're good," Tooru commented.
Kyoya showed his chompers with a big grin.
"You're putting up a good fight, Shu-kun," Mina removed her shades. "Let's kick it up a notch then, shall we?"
With a snap of her fingers, Jirou stepped forward and positioned her earphone jacks close to Kyoya, poised to strike.
"You seem alright talking about Momo, but let's get personal," she stated. "I don't like you."
Kyoya remained still with his face neutral
"You may have the rest fooled, but I know how you really feel. Yaomomo is not your toy."
At this, the psychic raised a brow, genuinely confused by the punk girl's statement. He glanced briefly at the girl sitting across from him and noted her confused countenance as well.
"I'm not one to hold back. I don't trust you alone with her. Your letters have made it clear that you stalked her on occasion despite calling it simple observation. The others may consider you a swell guy, and even I think you're a cool dude, but let me make this clear," Jirou leaned forward, her face in Kyoya's with both hands on the armrest of the chair, and her extensions mere inches away from stabbing the psychic in the neck, "you make one slip up, one mistake. Give me a reason to make me think my best friend's happiness is in peril, and no medic alive will be able to fix what I do to you. Are we clear?"
To emphasize, Mina began releasing some acid, Tooru and Uraraka took up a fighting stance, and Asui was ready to bind the second-year student with her tongue.
"You think our practice fight was easy, but you don't know what we can really do when we put our minds to it. We don't care how strong your quirk is," Jirou prodded the older student's head, "One good strike is all it takes to bring you down. Not so mighty now, are you?"
Momo was the only one stunned beyond belief. When she agreed to the interrogation, she expected some laughs. She did anticipate her friends fighting on her behalf but not to this extent. She waited for Kyoya to respond, but the psychic did nothing but look into Jirou's eyes. It was impossible to interpret the storm within the psychic's orbs, and the growing silence was making Momo anxious.
The Vice President opened her mouth to ease the tension, but a snap from her boyfriend made her pause. He ushered her with his finger to remain silent, not once looking away from the purple-haired rocker. His lips, once set in a thin line, began to smile. His body began shaking, but there was no fear. He clapped his hands, but there was only silent laughter, a gesture that made Jirou's eyes twitch. No one ever laughed when she threatened to castrate them.
To her surprise, quicker than she could see, Kyoya grabbed Jirou by the hem of her suit and wrenched her even closer, drilling holes into her soul as a growl echoed in her head.
"I admire your guts, but you're still too early to try and intimidate me. If you think it's so easy, come at me then."
Then, to Jirou's horror, the hand that seized her suit coiled its fingers around her neck and lifted her off the ground. The girls were stunned. Momo covered her mouth as she watched her boyfriend strangle Jirou. She wanted to move but found herself trapped by Kyoya's quirk. Psychokinesis kept all the girls at bay, none of them able to move or speak. It was like the air itself was being extracted from their lungs.
Jirou forced her earphone jacks to strike at the psychic, but her mind was in a frenzy. Her extensions flailed about with no clear target.
"A-Are you… serious?" she choked out.
Kyoya's grin enlarged and more pressure was applied. Something cracked as Jirou flailed her legs to escape.
"Shhh, don't struggle." Kyoya's voice echoed in her head. "Just sit back and relax. Think about who you're talking to."
Her vision started to fade in and out. Soon, she began losing control of her body, her limbs falling slack as Kyoya added the final moment, and the sickening crunch of something snapping was heard.
Kyoya let go, and Jirou's body fell to the floor, no longer moving, eerily still.
"Jirou!" Mina finally found her voice, screaming her friend's name repeatedly. "Jirou! Jirou! JIROU!"
With a start, the girl's body sprung to life, accompanied by a loud, "AAAAAAAHHH!" that startled the girls and made Izuku run downstairs to check out the situation, alight with green electric surging around him.
Jirou was sitting on the floor with her hand touching her neck. The girls surrounded her, and Kyoya was still in the chair with his head on his knuckles and a sinister grin plastered on his face.
"Yo, what's up?" he greeted the freckled-face teen.
"What happened?"
"He," Jirou gasped and looked around. "I thought. What happened?"
"You fell," Tooru said. "You and senpai were in a staring contest, and then you just fell."
"I," Jirou looked at the older student. All he did was smile at her. When he moved his hand, her body instinctively flinched. She received a friendly wave. "None of you saw what he did?"
The group looked amongst themselves, the evident confusion telling the rocker that it was all just an illusion created by the psychic.
"How did you do that?"
"Psychokinesis is one hell of a quirk."
"Breathe, Jirou," Uraraka rubbed the girl's back, "What did you see?"
"He fucking strangled me!"
Kyoya didn't deny it but made sure not to laugh.
"That's how you intimidate someone. Come back when you can actually make me sweat."
"You call that intimidation?" Mina countered.
"Fear is in the eye of the beholder. If she wanted to put me through the test, she should've done so a week in."
"That was still too far, Teddy."
"I'm sorry, Kitty. She'll be alright after a week or two. So, does anyone else have a question for me?"
"Nope, you're free to go," Mina stated, quickly grabbing Momo and pushing her to the beast. "Momo, take him away."
Jirou was placed on the couch beforehand and given a hug from her best friend.
"Thank you," Momo whispered to her.
Kyoya rose from the chair and waved the girls and Izuku goodbye. The sole male was updating his notes while the girls tended to the heavily breathing Jirou.
"She did warn us, kero," Tsuyu commented.
"Yeah, but we didn't think he'd do it," Mina replied. "He had the fury of five girls locked on him. How can you not be intimidated by that? I bet even Bakugo would shake a little, and Jirou's performance was," she kissed her fingers, "just beautiful."
The rocker finally got her breathing under control.
"We hit him first and then interrogate him before his quirk restarts," she growled.
"Back to the drawing board then," Tooru bounded over to Izuku to study his notes.
The fight was over, but the war had yet to reach its climax.