Cub-like whimpers flew frantically out of my mouth, tightly grasped by my slender, shaky fingers. My rosy pink cheeks shone against the perl-white dorm light, the glaze of tears and snot covering my face like itchy ink on a page. How could Horocoshi do this to me? How could I not even be SLIGHTLY involved in the main plot of an entire season? My now hard sepia bangs shook slightly as another burst of tears flew out of my vintage brown eyes, my back crashing into the creaky bed frame. It would have made so much symbolic sense for fucks sake! But no, I'm a woman right, all my character ark and personality for my one trait of crushing on Deku! My arrow eyebrows pointed sharply at the worn TV screen nestled on top of the jet-black TV stand, as the reflection of my beet-red face word and eroded with tears rose up, my arms clasping together as my elbows weakly split apart. My voice fell into a dry, hoarse plea as I desperately attempted to yell "Horikoshi please! Just please make me interested again, make me relevant, make me fight something! I don't care how absurd it is, or what I have to do just please - make me fight!" My body crumpled onto the carpet, the dank scent of tears and sweat rising into my tired nostrils. I can't take this anymore. My hand quickly scuttled towards the idle tissue box, slowly dragging it along the ground like a predator holding limp prey. My fingers gently glided the coarse paper towels along my face, the fuzzy outlines of the worn cardboard box becoming visible, the logo now replaced with bubble text, boldly reading 'Bet'. I knew you were real. I knew my faith and all the bullying, all the abridged series, all the stereotypical teenage romantic interest behavior, was all for a reason! I KNEW IT I KNEW IT! GAME ON!
Chapter 1:
The sun crawled confidently through the metal borders of my window, streaks of orange and purple intricately painted across the morning sky. My blanket gently patted me as the itchy fleece rubbed me out of my bed, the flimsy wooden frame releasing a grouchy creak as I swiftly got up. You've heard my prayers Horokoshi. Now I just need to prove myself worthy! I propelled myself up against the mint-green wall as my My dusty grey eyebags twitched as I swiftly whipped a flurry of cold water against my face, the water crawling into my dry eyelids as I nimbly sprinted out of the room. I'M GONNA BE RELEVANT! I need to train those skills I've been developing the whole series so I can finally be USEFUL. I need to train before Deku wakes up, as I want at least a quick cameo, PLEASE!
My shoes pounded against the soft emerald tufts, their worn soles hitting the diamonds of dew like drumsticks as I flashed across the lawn, landing a flurry of kicks and punches at unsuspecting trees. I raced across the courtyard, like I'm starring in an episode of Haikyuu!, my legs flailing on the lime-green pathway as I raced the morning breeze that whistled in disappointment as rivers of sweat flew across my O2pods. I'm gonna be relevant, I'm gonna be powerful, I'm gonna be great. I'm gonna make you so proud of Horikoshi as your loyal child, and will be the badass female character you need for video essays for centuries to come. I will! I WILL! My legs extended in a desperate shove of my glutes as I tumbled across the ground as if i was playing broken bones 5. A dusty-yellow sausage stopped my tumbling figure, as he released a slow, mechanical growl. My teacher?! What the plot convenience fuck?
"Nerd" he quietly hissed "Why are you training at 6 am on a Saturday morning?"
Yknow what? I'm sick of this sheer disregard by the plot AND characters!
"Well what's so bad about it huh" I yelled "It means I'll be a better hero!"
His face turned, a derpy smile growing as a muffled laugh slowly grew louder until he was on the floor, arms reaching like a drowning child reaching for air.
"Y'know the cost of living isn't that bad yet, and you'll be able to afford a Hawaii trip as long as you graduate!" he chucked.
"SHUT UP WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP" I yelled "Like literally all you do is stand around to get stanned by the fandom"
Oh Horikoshi. I'm so so sorry. I stole his screen time. Forgive me.
"You must have had some of Shinso's 'Panadol'" Mr. Aizawa replied, his eyes narrowing like an elevator door.
"Let me take you to the staffroom and we'll see what we can do"
How will you punish me, Horokoshi?
"Welcome to the staffroom" he stated, his raspy voice partly blocked by the blasting TV, a loud female voice screaming angrily in the new episode of keeping up with the Cardashians, as Mr. Aizawas eyes rolled towards the television.
"Sorry, I was watching that until I noticed you going through your winter arc" he cooly stated "So would you be interested in fighting a villain?"
Thank you Horikoshi. Thank you. Thank you.
"Now I know wha you're asking" he slithered, followed by a long, quiet Kira laugh as he zestily waved his arms in the air like a hand model.
"Why well-"
"Why not Deku? Or Zuko? Or Bakugou?" he chided "Well because this villain well … does not fit their qualifications"
What does he mean… What is this villain? What are even my qualifications?
slowly pressed the remote as a loud booming voice began to speak, the 10 news logo shining brightly behind the reporter as the voice slowly began to speak.
"Oh perfect, It's just starting" the teacher grumbled.
"A new villain is on the rise, a man with a quirk that allows him to stretch his neck to extremely long lengths and change his size, but at the cost of his body being mutated into a toilet. This villain known as 'Skibidi' is currently classified as a high-level threat and should be avoided at all cost, with the cameramen hero agency currently working to stop them before they join a villain group where they can become even more dangerous."
Hookoshi, what? WHAT?
The TV screen clicked into a smooth jet black surface as my mind spun with shock, my fingers trembling as my brain scrambled to find the right reaction. What do I do? Is this my destiny, or does Horokoshi have something better planned for me? Oh my.
My eyes spun around the room in shock, until my blurry eyesight landed on a newspaper, idly basking in the patches of sunlight shining through the window. What do I do Horikoshi? Tell me. My eyes slowly scanned along the front page, as I skimmed across the obscure story about Stain's death and the latest grammys until my eyes land on a sentence in crismon bold text
"It's it's this or talk to- to- Mineta" I whispered.
Oh please not that.
"So" the teacher tiredly asked "Are you in?"
Whatever I'm signing up for will change EVERYTHING.
"Yes" I cooly replied.