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The sun sat right at that evil angle where every reflective surface became a tactical flashbang, and Izuku Midoriya was dressed in the world’s most offensive hippie costume.
He made a really good old man—a believable one at that. The gray wig looked like the dying remains of a mop someone had given CPR to. His tie-dye shirt was so bright it was practically a threat. And the bell-bottoms…? Well, they were trying to swallow his ankles whole. His make-up? Let’s just say Shinsou would actually be a really good beautician—though Izuku would never admit it and stroke his ego.
Izuku adjusted the wig for the fifteenth time and stared into the camera with wild determination.
“Okay, bunnies! We’re doing a totally normal neighborhood exploration stream today! This is part two of the YouTube video I posted a few weeks ago, where I—uh—um—channel peace and harmony to the citizens of my city!”
The chat immediately spammed.
@PIXELDRINK: BRO LOOKS LIKE A RETIRED DISCO BALL
@froggyswag: DEKU YOU LOOK LIKE YOU SMELL LIKE INCENSE
@mochiitoshii: MY FRIEND TOLD ME TOSHI IS HERE. WHERE HE ATTT 👅👅
@its.waterhose {MOD}: That fit is absolutely dogshit 🥹✌️🥀
@Samthing.aintright: Bro looks organically sourced 🥀💔
@LurkLord42 {VIP}: This is not ironic, that’s the problem💔
@DrewTheGoblin: can he just play games on his pc 😭😭
@robrobin: Why does it actually eat 😭✌️
@phdbro: Theres more than 15 mods??? WHOS WATERHOSEEE????!!!1!
@jameshoven: Neighbors already trust him with their packages 😭🙏
@notlebron.butjames {MOD}: AYEEE PART 2
@pookichopin: This man votes in local elections bro
@panicnotatthedisco: Hippie core but employed. 💔🥀
@dude.brooo: u mean unemployed streamer 😭😭
@LurkLord42 {VIP}: Brochachos getting offered kombucha 😭✌️
@GreenTeaGoblin: That’s not cosplay, that’s market-ready 🥹✌️
@ao3finalboss: Lowkey this fit clears. You’re undercover for real.
@heartstrung {MOD}: I can’t even 💔
@dekunumberonefan212 {MOD}: Yeah no, neighbors will believe everything you say. 😭🙏
@laufeyno.1fan {MOD}, {EDITOR}: prank aside, this is your best look Mr. Eclectic 😭
Izuku glanced behind him.
Shinsou was crouched behind a recycling bin, holding the camera, wearing the expression of a man who needed a shot of expresso.
“Deku,” Shinsou muttered, “I just want to clarify. I did not agree to get arrested today.”
“You won’t!” Izuku whispered back. “Probably!”
“Probably?” Shinsou hissed.
Too late—Izuku was already marching toward the first house.
He adjusted his microphone underneath his bright T-shirt. His phone—which he had only to check the chat—was neatly placed into the tight back pocket of his bell-bottoms.
Izuku exaggerated an old-man shuffle up the walkway, leaning on a thrift-store cane like his bones were made of regrets.
He turned his head around, looking to see if his friend had hidden yet. Shinsou dove behind a shrub so small it covered exactly none of him.
Izuku rang the doorbell.
He immediately started humming noises that sounded like a kazoo having an emotional breakdown.
The door opened.
A middle-aged man stared at him like Izuku had materialized out of a crack in reality.
“…Can I help you?”
Izuku widened his eyes dramatically. “Greetings, traveler of the concrete plains! Your aura… is in distress.”
Behind the bush, Shinsou wheezed.
The man blinked. “My what?”
Izuku nodded. “Your—your energy. It’s screaming.”
The man looked down at himself like something might be physically screaming.
“Oh,” Izuku added, leaning closer. “Also your porch has—uh—structural turbulence. I can feel it.”
The door shut so fast Izuku almost got smacked in the face.
Shinsou poked his head out, looking deadpan.
“Bro. He didn’t even threaten you. That’s a new record.”
Izuku stepped onto the next lawn and the chat immediately egged him on.
@rskldkbktgcktdso: DEKU HARRASS THE LAWNN.
@NOODLECOOL {VIP}: LAWN. LAWN. LAWN.
Izuku nodded gravely as he shoved his phone inside of his pocket.
“It appears the spirits require…dance.”
Shinsou whispered frantically, “Deku, no. Deku—”
Too late.
Izuku began to dance.
But not like a normal person.
No—he moved like someone whose limbs were being puppeted by three toddlers fighting over the remote.
He twirled.
He stomped.
He windmilled his arms like a malfunctioning wind turbine. His bell-bottoms flapped so hard they created a small breeze.
Then the front door opened.
A man in cargo shorts stared at Izuku with the expression of a father who had found someone destroying his begonias.
“…Get the fuck off my lawn.”
Izuku froze mid-hippie sway.
Shinsou whisper-yelled, “Mid—Deku, he means it!”
The man turned on his garden hose.
Izuku shrieked, "He's summoning the element of water!”
The hose sprayed.
Izuku fled, hands trying to cover his wig, sandals slapping loudly against the pavement. Shinsou chased him, filming with shaking hands.
Izuku aggressively pulled his device out, his arms wailing. The chat was exploding.
@sloppystyle69: HOSE NO JUTSU 💦
@dinostolemylunch: LMAOOO HE GOT SNIPE WATERED
@knssshbcksksn: shinsou is gonna pass out from wheezing istg
Izuku, panting, trotted up to the next house. Shinsou hid behind a potted plant so tiny it covered approximately one of his fingers. Izuku raised a shaky fist and knocked.
The door burst open.
A stern woman glared out. “You again.”
Izuku’s wig slid halfway over his face. Not this lady again! Last time he was on her porch, Shouto and Shinsou rode on her lawn mower, accidentally breaking it because Shouto—the fatass—decided to start jumping on it.
Okay.
It wasn’t accidental.
They got chased by the lady all the way down the street. Worst part of that whole fiasco? Those two left him—the one who hadn’t even touched the fucking grass eating machnine—there to get attacked by a feral broom lady. It got clipped and used out of context. They still haven’t recovered. Maybe nothing bad will happen.
Shinsou whispered, “Deku…Deku… run.”
Izuku tried to recover. “Peace… and love…?”
She reached behind the door.
Oh no.
Izuku saw the broom.
Oh no.
There goes his hope in nothing happening.
He stumbled back. “Wait! Wait! Let us leave with—with dignity!”
“No,” she said, brandishing the broom like a weapon.
Izuku bolted.
Shinsou screamed-laughed behind the camera, sprinting after him. “Holy shit! She's fast!”
The woman chased them halfway down the street, broom swinging, Izuku shrieked like a dying kazoo.
@erinnpbelike: BROOM WOMAN SWEEPING THE COMPETITION
@gotoSwifeY: SHINSOU RUNNING WITH THE CAMERA IS CINEMA
@ren_is_the_best: HIPPIE DEKU SPEEDRUNS HIS OWN DEATH 😭😭
Finally, Izuku and Shinsou dove behind a parked car, gasping and sweating like they'd just fought a villain from MIGHTYrpg.
Izuku stared into the camera, wig slipping sideways. “Chat… if I don’t make it… tell everyone I died following the vibes.”
Shinsou leaned in, completely deadpan. “You’re not dying. I’m dragging your stupid hippie ass home myself.”
Chat spammed hearts.
Izuku grinned wildly. "You see guys, he does love me!"
Shinsou pulled his face like he ate someting sour. "You just ruin everything."
Izuku chuckled.
The stream wasn’t over.
Not even close.
It was only, Izuku checked the clock on the side of his phone, 7:48pm. They weren’t even halfway through the stream. Izuku peeked over the hood of the parked car like a terrified meerkat. Shinsou crouched beside him, camera still rolling, hair fluffed with pure regret.
“Deku,” Shinsou whispered, “can we please pick a house where no one has a broom, hose, or violent tendencies?”
Izuku put a hand on his chest, “Toshi. We don’t pick the chaos. The chaos picks us.”
Shinsou cringed. “You need to be cancelled.”
Izuku let out a gasp.
@saywallahibro0972: Someone pls get him to stop being cringe🥹
@ishuwspeeddd236: YOUR WIG IS SIDEWAYS KING
@hoppiindihdihdihd: TOSHI LOOKS LIKE HE WANTS TO PASS AWAY
@dinocantstoptwinkling: please stop giving us second hand embarrassment king 💔
Shinsou pinched the bridge of his nose. “Please fix your wig. People are staring.”
Izuku slapped it back in place—backwards.
@triplet6767: THE WIG IS BACKWARDS
@scienceee_rockss: PLEASE STOP 😭😭😭
@cookiemontster123: HE LOOKS LIKE HE MESSED A FLOUR BAG ON HIS FACE
Izuku didn’t notice.
He was too hyped.
“Okay,” he whispered. “Next house.”
Shinsou groaned. “Someone save me.”
The house had at least fifteen decorative windchimes. All jangling softly in the breeze like a calming nostalgic video.
Izuku gasped dramatically. “Shinsou… it’s a sign.”
Shinsou muttered, “It’s a house.”
Izuku rang the doorbell. Instantly, all the windchimes went crazy, like they were summoning a ghost. He started swaying with them like he was doing an interpretive dance. Shinsou whispered, “Bro, you look like a leaf having a panic attack.”
The door opened just enough for one suspicious eyeball to peek out.
“Yes?” the voice asked.
Izuku pointed at the windchimes.
“I hear… messages.”
The eyeball blinked. “…What?”
Izuku leaned in closer. Way too close. “They’re telling me your mail will arrive… late.” He moved forward, stayed still for a beat before blowing his breath into the eyeball.
The door slammed shut and he walked backwards laughing.
@glasssofmilk342: can he like go home
@rockyhquji: saying shit to say shit 💔
@gigififihuh: and he's laughing at himself too omds
Shinsou facepalmed so hard the camera shook.
“Deku,” he muttered, “I’m losing brain cells.”
The next yard had fresh grass, trimmed perfectly, suspiciously green. Izuku tiptoed onto it. Shinsou whispered into the mic, “Dude, If a sprinkler pops up, I’m leaving you.”
Izuku whispered back, “Toshi. Believe in the peace vibes.”
Izuku heard a faint gushing in front of him, he tried to think nothing of it and moved a step forward—hands up to his chest as if he were a T-Rex. A sprinkler erupted right underneath his foot.
He screamed. He flailed. The wig flew. The bell-bottoms soaked instantly.
@12Hozierfozier: YESSS THE SPRINKLER ARC CONTINUES
@Hehuysh: HE GOT BLASTED LIKE A POKÉMON MOVE
@skibidmila: SHINSOU FILMING LIKE A NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC DOCUMENTARY
@heartstrung {MOD}: oh he not serious bruh
Shinsou zoomed in dramatically. “Look,” he announced. “Observe the hippopotamus in its natural habitat, pretending it meant to walk directly into the sprinklers—a proud display of confidence, confusion, and zero survival instincts.”
Izuku, was dripping wet, “I— I can fix it!”
Another sprinkler fired.
Then another.
And another.
The entire yard became a water battlefield and Izuku was the only enemy target.
Shinsou filmed it all.
Izuku fled, with a shriek, “The earth rejects my presence! AGH!”
He was soaked, he was panting. He felt a little cold from the water as his clothes and bell-bottoms clung onto his skin like wet seaweed. Izuku marched to the next door, fully confident it would be a success.
Shinsou tried to hide behind a mailbox again, but at this point, he looked like a man just accepting fate.
He called Shinsou over as he stood on the doorstep. “Okay, chat, Toshi and I are going to attack this door with full force.” He whispered.
“Uhh—Deku, are you sure? I mean this house—This house…”
Izuku smiled at him like he was a kid running off a sugar rush. What was the matter with this house?
"C'mon scaredy cat! You're acting like it's haunted!"
Shinsou sighed. “Nah! Let’s do this shit.”
However Izuku watched as a devilish grin grew on his friend's face. As much as he wanted to ignore it, it felt… unusual. Not at all like his regular tired grins, a proper, proper grin—one he hadn’t seen in a long time.
Izuku took a few steps back before jumping forward, foot thudding against the door in a dramatic, wildly unnecessary flourish before he immediately pivoted and bolted, to front wall of the house. Izuku continued to watch. Shinsou, clearly committed to doing too much, followed up by bonking it with his head and palms in a flurry of panic and bravado, as if volume alone is the goal, he span around and—
And…
And…?
“Hitoshi? What are you doing here? I just got Eri to give me her phone, Hizashi probably snuck it back to her after all this noise.’’ The voice spoke gruffly.
The chat spammed.
@dekunumberonefan212 {MOD}: WHOS THISSSSS 👅
@gotoSwifeY: he kinda fine ngl
@notlebron.butjames {MOD}: how does he know him???????????
@rinnie_24: is he single lwk 😛
@coffeesshake: YALL FOCUSED ON THE WRONG THING, WHO IS HEEEEE???
@adonsmukx: yall dumb asf he definetly knows shinsou omfg
Hitoshi spun around, “Hey…”
“What? Do you hate your father so much that you don’t do your special hello anymore?” He chuckled quietly.
Izuku's eyes widened. He knew that voice, he knew the gruffness of it, he knew Eri, and he definitely knew his friend didn't tell him that his family moved?
When was Shinsou going to tell him his family moved to a new house? Why did he deliberately lie to Izuku about it? That walking corpse fucking mentioned visiting them a few weeks ago, he didn't, I don't know, think, "hm, maybe this is something important to share with my friend," when they were standing outside the house?
Mr. Aizawa.
Standing in hello kitty pajama pants. Holding a mug that said: "Best teacher ever." Hair, half up in a bun and the rest down on his shoulders. Looking exactly like he was meant to be in bed a long long time ago.
“…Dad,” he said flatly.
Hizashi appeared from a hallway that Izuku could make out from where he stood.
“Sho? Who is that–” he gasped loudly before speaking again, “TOSHI!?”
Hizashi ran towards the doorway, swooning over his eldest child, “We just spoke to Eri about you, what’s—”
“ACHOO!”
Fuck.
Izuku did not just do that.
He really messed up this time.
He felt so bad, he shouldn't have let himself act so childish! Now he has to deal with an Aizawa lecture, which will delay the stream even more. And let’s not forget revealing Shinsou's parents to the internet with—he double checked his phone to see the stream—a hundred thousand people!
Izuku groaned out of frustration.
Shinsou whisper-yelled, “Deku!”
Aizawa sipped his tea.
He stared at Izuku. He stared at the backwards wig. He stared at the dripping bell-bottoms.
“Do I want to ask?” he murmured.
Izuku mumbled a quiet "shit" as he hit a hand against his forehead. He just wanted to curl up in a ball from embarrassment in that moment.
Shinsou filmed everything up to there. He dropped his hand down realizing it was panned straight onto his parents, showing the floor on stream.
“I should’ve known when I saw Hitoshi holding that stupid camera.”
“Oh! Is your friend here? Which one? is it just Izu—” Hizashi questioned.
“Deku.” he chuckled awkwardly, “It’s Deku, Pa..” he added sternly.
“Deku? That’s a new nickname, I thought you called him by his–”
“Hizashi. He’s trying to say that’s his internet name.”
“Oh. Now I understand.” He rubbed his neck. "Just give a guy some heads up next time!"
Aizawa sighed deeply. “Whatever this is,” he muttered, “stop before the neighbors call the police. And we'll see you next Sunday” He pointed to his son, who was standing as still as a statue. Hizashi waved his hands furiously to say goodbye to them.
He closed the door.
Izuku checked his phone in fear.
@keybofor3: SHINSOUS DADS JUST SIDE QUESTED INTO THE STREAM 😭
@not_a_bot_fr: SHINSOU’S DAD IS DISAPPOINTED
@toasterOVERload: OMG shinsou has two dads??? CUTEEEE
@ash_in_chat: IZUUU??????????? IS THAT A PART OF DEKUS NAME???!!!
@softpuddingcloud: SHINSOUS FATHER FEEDING US HINTS TO HIS REAL NAME????
@midwestmorningWJSN23: izu is such a cutesy nickname omggg
@HOWITZERimpactLEMspam: bro deku give us the full name
@minsxkir: stalkers pls do ur job
@dekunumberonefan212 {MOD}: GUYS!!! theres prolly a reason he doesnt want us to know his name! pls dont disregard his privacy!
Izuku turned to the camera, trembling.
“Chat…I fear no man… but I fear his father.”
Shinsou collapsed laughing.
"I'm so sorry dude!" Izuku apologised profusely.
"It's okay Izuku! I knew that even if our prank worked we would still come in contact with my dad." He put a hand on Izuku's shoulder. "Your good."
Izuku let out a sigh of relief. He would annoy Toshi about not informing him about how his family had moved into an entire new house later.
Izuku really should’ve taken Aizawa’s warning seriously.
Like, really seriously.
But no. The wig was reattached (wrongly). The cane was ready at his hands. The bell-bottoms were dripping but somehow functional.
Shinsou trailed behind him, out of breath, with the camera like a man who couldn't walk another mile.
“Deku,” Shinsou muttered, panting, “the stream is still going. You know everyone can see this, right?”
Izuku nodded. “Yes but—chat said we need one more house. One more.”
Chat spammed.
@spaghettiProtocol: ONE MORE ONE MORE ONE MORE
@KeyboardYeeter9000: END IT WITH A BANG DEKU
@CaffeineGoblin: WE DEMAND THE GRAND FINALE
Shinsou sighed. “This feels like foreshadowing.”
Izuku shuffled toward the next door, performing his “ancient wise hippie shuffle” (which looked like his knees forgot how legs worked).
Hitoshi’s head fell into his hands dramtically. Shinsou whispered, “Midoriya please, the street is quiet. Too quiet.”
MIdoriya ignored him and rang the doorbell.
No answer.
He rang again. Still nothing. Absolute silence.
He rang a third time, holding it so long it sounded like the doorbell was begging for mercy.
Shinsou panicked. “Bro stop pressing the—”
Then the window blinds snapped open.
A furious old man glared out. He wore a white tank top, angry eyebrows that were furrowed that made it look like that was his resting face. He gave the energy of someone who reports people to the neighbourhood watch for blinking too loudly. He looked down at Izuku in disgust.
“Stop ringing my doorbell!” he yelled.
Izuku and Shinsou froze in their tracks.
@NOODLECOOL {VIP}: OH HE MAD MAD
@GigaSnack: RUN BRO
@LagLord876: THIS MAN WOKE UP AND CHOSE VIOLENCE
Izuku tried to salvage it. Tried to hold onto a sliver of hope that he could it a rememberable last part of the stream
“Sir! I—I sense your porch is… energetically distressed—”
The man slammed the window shut.
And then they heard it.
The unmistakable sound of someone dialing a phone.
Shinsou whispered, “…Iz-Deku... that man is calling the police.”
Izuku gulped. He couldn't afford to get arrested by the police. He wasn't a YouTube prank account! He just did videos like these for fun! It's not like he couldn't get bailed out of a disturbance to the public—he just didn't want the reputation.
Shinsou stared at him.
“…Run?”
Izuku nodded violently.
They sprinted down the street like two idiots fleeing a crime scene they didn’t technically commit. Izuku tripped over his own bell-bottoms multiple times. On the most threatening trip, Shinsou caught him by the wig. It snapped off and fell straight onto the gravel of the road.
“My hair!”
“Leave it, we don't have time!”
Chat was in hysterics, relishing in their pain.
@ChillVibes79832: THEY STRAIGHT UP FLEEING
@paulryddd3: THIS STREAM GOT PLOT TWISTS
@ao3finalboss: DEKU BALD SPEEDRUN
Izuku skidded behind a bush, panting.
Shinsou crouched next to him, sweating, filming like this was a wildlife documentary.
“Toshi,” Izuku whispered. “Do you think he actually—?”
In the corner of his eye he could see flashing lights. Hues of blue and red flushing the street.
A police car rolled slowly down the street.
Izuku’s soul left his body.
Shinsou whispered, “You have got to be kidding me.”
Chat blew up in absolute chaos.
@xenoniteruyand: BRO THEY ACTUALLY CALLED THEM
@Chatsaywalahi: 🧍♂️🧍♂️🧍♂️ ENDGAME ARC
@eddiesuen: THIS IS BETTER THAN TV
@CvvntyredLIpstuck2: RUN. RUN. RUN.
The car stopped next to them, the window rolled down.
A bored-looking officer leaned out. He was holding a printout.
“Excuse me,” the officer said. “We got a report of… uh…”
He squinted at the paper.
“‘A deranged disco wizard terrorizing porches?’”
Izuku wanted to evaporate. Shinsou started laughing so hard he had to clutch the bush. Surely enough his accomplice would laugh at him as if he wasn't involved in his shenanigans.
The officer looked between them. “…It’s you, isn’t it?”
Izuku squeaked. “W-Well—Y-You see—ahem—the vibes—”
Shinsou, through tears of laughter let out a violent chuckle. “Officer, please, he doesn’t mean harm, he just has a bit of the ‘tism.”
“Shinsou!” Izuku never felt more betrayal than he did right now.
The officer sighed the sigh of a man who wanted to go home.
“Look,” he said, stepping out of the car, “I’m not arresting anyone. You two just gotta stop bothering the neighbors.”
Izuku nodded so fast his wig bounced. “Oh yes—absolutely—peace and love—only peace and love—”
“Good,” the officer said. “Because this is the weirdest call I’ve had all week.”
Shinsou patted Izuku’s shoulder. “Might be the weirdest thing anyone has had all week.”
The officer returned to the car, muttering, “Disco wizard… kids these days…”
And drove off.
Izuku slumped to the ground.
Shinsou stared into the camera.
“…Chat,” he said. “Stream’s over. We’re going home before his father kills us.”
Izuku covered his face with both hands and groaned.
“Fuck. Let's go home, dude.” Shinsou shot.
“Why! I wanted to prank the complex down the road!” Izuku sulked, pushing his curls back.
“Well for starters… your tits are out and the shirt really is defining your body right now. “ Shinsou pointed out.
Izuku looked down. Yeah, he was drenched. He couldn't lie, but it's not like he can see the so-called defining Shinsou pointed out.
“Dude. I want you to take one good look at my horrendous eyesight and tell me I can see any definition.”
“Sorry you weren't born with twenty-twenty vision, unlike me.”
“Lets talk about those botched eyebags, it truly is a goddamn miracle you have perfect eye sight, bitch.”
“Don't even start with me right now. Now hurry up, we'll entertain the complex later on in life.” Said Shinsou, frustrated with Izuku's comments.
“You heard that first hand bunnies! Toshi has agreed to drag our whole group to this complex.” He turned around, “ソールメイト レーン, huh?”
“I'm gonna leave you here alone.” He shouted already half-way up the hill they were on.
“You don't even have my keys,” Izuku chuckled.
Izuku did not, in fact, have his keys.
Shinsou came back five minutes later, car revving, hoodie pulled up like he was trying to evade the concept of his father catching him driving his friends car down his street.
“You’re lucky you need me alive for content,” he muttered.
Izuku beamed. “You love me.”
“I tolerate you with extreme prejudice.”
They piled into Shinsou’s car—Izuku still damp, wig abandoned somewhere in a bush like a fallen comrade. Izuku placed the camera above the dashboard, before falling back into his seat.
“We should totally do a mukbang right now,” Izuku deadpanned.
“You seriously think we should buy food when we have it at the apartment?”
Izuku whipped his head toward his friend, “No, I’m being so serious right now! I’ve been seeing so much on my Youtube and Tiktok feed.” He took Shinsou’s phone out of his hand.
“I’m ordering from Burger King.” Izuku sing-songed. Shinsou opened his mouth to speak. “Uh-uh, Toshi don’t worry! We’ll use my card!”
Shinsou sighed, “I was literally just about to say.”
“Don’t even bother with that,” he placed Shinou’s phone down.
The rest of the ride was filled with laughter, comments and interacting with the bunnies (Izuku’s personal favorite, even though he avoided half the questions and statements about his name). They got home in less than a few minutes. Shinsou parked in their usual spot.
Izuku grabbed the camera, “Well bunnies, at least we’ll do part three on Sunday.”
Shinsou chuckled, “Only if the others say yes, dumbass!”
“They will, trust.” Izuku giggled, chasing Shinsou up the stairs.
“Bunnies, we'll talk about it more with the others, hopefully they’re home.”
Izuku wondered if his friends would say yes, they most probably watched a bit of the stream.
The apartment door clicked shut behind them. Immediate quiet. Not suspicious—just…normal.
The TV hummed softly in the living room. Izuku kicked off his damp sandals with a wet slap, dragging himself inside like a soldier returning from war.
“Home,” he sighed dramatically.
From the couch, Ochako didn’t even look up at first.
“Welcome back,” Todoroki said, looking up from his phone. “You look horrendous.”
Izuku groaned mid-step.
“Please use the shower—it smells like you haven’t in years.”
Shinsou shut the door behind them, already peeling his hoodie off. “Don’t tell him that.”
Too late.
Ochako seated beside him, continued to watch the television in front of her.
“You were labeled ‘disco wizard,’” she said calmly.
There was a pause.
Izuku slowly turned his head.
“…I’m never going outside again.”
Shinsou snorted, tossing his keys onto the counter. “You say that like you have a choice.”
Ochako finally looked up fully—and immediately burst out laughing.
“Oh my god—Deku, you’re still soaked.”
Izuku looked down at himself like he hadn’t noticed.
“…It builds character.”
“It builds pneumonia,” Shinsou muttered.
Izuku ignored him, stepping closer to the couch.
“You guys watched it?” he asked, a little more quietly now.
Ochako grinned. “We joined right when you got chased with the broom.”
Todoroki nodded. “Your speed improved under pressure.”
“I was fighting for my life—”
“You tripped thrice,” Shinsou added.
“I recovered from it!”
“You screamed.”
“I was strategizing on how not to get arrested!”
Ochako laughed again, curling into the couch. “No, the best part was the sprinkler—”
Izuku covered his face. “We’re not talking about the sprinkler.”
Todoroki tilted his head slightly. “You stepped on it voluntarily.”
“I didn't even know it was there—”
“You walked directly toward it.” Todorki interruppted.
Izuku turned to Shinsou. “Why is he like this.”
“He’s right,” Shinsou said simply.
“You're supposed to be on my side of this!”
“I’m on the side of truth.”
”Did you guys see the part where Aizawa came out?” Izuku questioned.
“Yes! I feel very betrayed for not knowing this information by the way.” Ochako responded.
“Didn’t think it was important at the time.” Shinsou pointed.
“And the skies pink!”
“It was so funny. I swear at one point I thought Eri was going to pop out!” Shouto responded.
Izuku smiled, “I’m just happy my brother wasn’t there—I can’t imagine what I would’ve done.”
”You’d nuke the whole planet.” Shouto answered.
”Right!”
Izuku dropped onto the arm of the couch with a defeated groan, leaving a damp patch behind.
Ochako immediately shoved his shoulder. “Hey—don’t soak the couch!”
“I’ve already lost everything,” he mumbled.
“You lost a wig,” Shinsou corrected. “Calm down.”
Izuku gasped. “That wig had history.”
“You bought it yesterday.”
“It had an emotional value to the stream.” He let out a chuckle at how stupid he sounded.
Todoroki said, after a small pause, “…Didn’t you say it smelled like glue.”
“That’s not the point!”
Shinsou leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching him spiral with a faint smirk.
“Chat clipped everything, by the way.”
Izuku went still.
“…Everything?”
“Everything.”
Ochako nodded sympathetically, but she was still smiling. “The police part already has like—thousands of views.”
Izuku stared at the floor. “…I’m so done with today.”
“That's rough, but please take a shower—your stinking up the house.” Shinsou asked.
“Right,” He got up and stretched for a few seconds.
A phone buzzed.
Izuku shot upright.
“Food.” He looked for the keys, "I'm so fucking hungry."
Instant mood switch.
Shinsou exhaled. “Finally.”
Ochako perked up. “Already?? That was fast.”
Todoroki stood. “I will get it since that fatass genuinely can't wait another second."
Izuku felt like he should've been at least a little bit offended by his remark, but the hunger was hitting him.
“You don’t even know where—” Shinsou started.
Too late.
Todoroki was already at the door.
“…He’s gone,” Izuku said.
“Yeah,” Shinsou replied.
Ochako leaned over the back of the couch. “At least he’s efficient?”
A moment later, the door opened again.
Todoroki stood there, completely calm, holding two large takeout bags like nothing had ever happened.
“The driver seemed confused,” he said.
Shinsou pushed off the wall, grabbing one of the bags. “That’s because you just stared at him, didn’t you.”
“…Yes.”
Izuku lit up, immediately digging in. “You’re a hero.”
Todoroki paused. “…I did not do much.”
“You brought food. That’s enough.”
They all settled—Ochako and Todoroki back on the couch, Izuku dropping onto the floor in front of it, Shinsou leaning nearby like he refused to fully relax.
For a second it was just quiet again.
Comfortable silence this time. The kind you get happy to just exist in.
Izuku opened his bag, then glanced back at them.
“…So.”
Shinsou groaned immediately. “No.”
“I didn’t even say anything yet—”
“You’re about to suggest part three.”
Ochako perked up. “Wait—are we doing part three?”
Izuku pointed at her like she’d proven his entire argument. “See—”
“No,” Shinsou repeated.
Todoroki took a bite of his food, thoughtful. “…What would be different from today.”
Izuku grinned. “Bigger.”
“That is not reassuring.”
Ochako laughed. “We could all go this time.”
Shinsou looked at her slowly. “…You too?”
She smiled. “…Maybe.”
Izuku’s eyes lit up like he’d just been handed unlimited power.
“Oh, it’s over for everyone.”
Shinsou dragged a hand down his face. “I’m surrounded by bad decisions.”
Todoroki nodded slightly. “That seems accurate.”
Izuku leaned back against the couch, finally relaxing, food in hand, damp hoodie sticking uncomfortably to his skin—but he didn’t care.
“…Chat’s gonna lose it.”
Ochako bumped his shoulder lightly. “You already made them lose it.”
Shinsou huffed. “Yeah. ‘Disco wizard’ isn’t going anywhere.”
Izuku groaned, dropping his head back.
“…I hate all of you.”
“You love us,” Ochako said easily.
“…Yeah,” he admitted, quieter this time.
Shinsou glanced at him, then looked away again.
“Don’t get sentimental. It’s weird.”
Todoroki took another bite.
“…This is normal.”
Shinsou paused.
“…You’re right. That’s worse.”
Ochako laughed.
The chaos settled into something softer.
But not for long.
Izuku grinned into his food. “Sunday,” he said.
Shinsou didn’t even look up.
“…I’m not dressing up, plus, I'm with family that day.”
“We’ll see.”
“…I’m serious.”
“We’ll see.”
Ochako smiled. "It's not like you'll be with them the whole day Toshi!"
Todoroki nodded once. "I'm sure Aizawa and Eri can handle you leaving an hour earlier because you have plans."
Shinsou sighed.
And somehow—that sounded exactly like a yes. Izuku paused mid-bite.
Slowly.
Very slowly.
He turned his head toward the camera still propped up on the counter.
“…Chat.”
Shinsou froze halfway through opening his drink.
“…Don’t.”
Izuku squinted at the screen.
“…You never ended the stream.”
A beat.
Ochako’s eyes widened. “Wait—seriously?!”
Todoroki glanced over, unfazed. “It has been running this entire time.”
Shinsou dragged a hand down his face. “Oh my god.”
Izuku lunged forward, grabbing the camera and checking the viewer count.
“…Twenty-three thousand.”
“Twenty-three?!” Ochako choked.
Chat absolutely exploded.
@notlebron.butjames {MOD}: THEY FORGOT THE STREAM
@pookichopin: WE NEVER LEFT
@laufeyno.1fan {MOD}, {EDITOR}: THIS IS A MUKBANG NOW
@Mrs.Goblin_can: DEKU NOTICE ME PLEASE
Izuku stared.
Then—slowly—a grin spread across his face. “…Well.”
Shinsou pointed at him immediately. “No.”
Izuku turned the camera back toward all of them, backing up dramatically.
“Bunnies,” he said, voice suddenly bright again, “welcome… to the afterparty.”
Shinsou groaned. “We are not calling it that.”
“We ordered food,” Izuku continued, ignoring him completely, already dragging the bags onto the table. “A lot of food.”
Ochako leaned forward, peeking into one of the bags. “Oh my gosh—you weren’t kidding—”
Todoroki looked inside another. “…There are multiples of the same item.”
“Variety!” Izuku said.
“That is not variety.”
Shinsou grabbed a bag and dropped into a chair. “This is a mukbang now, isn’t it.”
Izuku pointed at him. “No shit, sherlock.”
“I hate that I knew that.”
Izuku adjusted the camera slightly, making sure everyone was still in frame before settling back down with his food.
“Okay,” he said, exhaling. “Mukbang and leftover Q&A questions. We’re multitasking.”
Shinsou leaned his head back against the wall. “We’re suffering.”
“You’re thriving,” Izuku corrected.
“I’m surviving.”
Ochako giggled, tucking her legs under herself on the couch. “Just answer the questions, streamer boy.”
Todoroki nodded once. “Efficiency.”
Izuku pointed at him. “See—someone understands.”
“I am here for the food.”
“That’s fair.”
@elizatwitchxx: TODOROKI REAL
@faedae: SHINSOU IS DONE
@dingo45fi: DEKU ANSWER PROPERLY
Izuku squinted at the screen. “I do answer properly.”
“No you don’t,” Shinsou said immediately.
Izuku ignored him and scrolled.
“Okay—first question…”
He read it, then made a face.
“…‘What’s your type?’”
Ochako immediately leaned forward. “Ohhh—”
Shinsou let out a low oh no.
Todoroki looked mildly interested.
Izuku blinked. “…Why is this a question.”
@teddyhear5: ANSWER IT
@kittyty: WE NEED TO KNOW
@cookieMoNster34: tell us king 🥹
Izuku shook his head. “No.”
“No?” Ochako laughed.
“No.”
Shinsou snorted. “Coward.”
“It’s irrelevant,” Izuku shot back.
“It’s a Q&A,” Shinsou said. “That’s the point.”
Izuku frowned, shoving a fry into his mouth to buy time.
“…I don’t have a type.”
Ochako gave him a look. “That’s such a lie.”
“It’s not a lie!”
“You’re telling me you have zero preference?”
Izuku waved a hand vaguely. “I don’t know—just…someone who’s…nice.”
Shinsou choked. “Nice? That’s your answer?”
“What’s wrong with nice?!”
“It’s the most basic answer you could’ve given.”
Todoroki considered it. “…It is broad.”
Izuku pointed at him. “Thank you—exactly.”
“That was not a compliment.”
@princessdrarry: NICE???
@ewratttyy: BRO HAS NO STANDARDS
@octopoessie: LYINGGGG
Izuku huffed. “Next question.”
He scrolled again, faster this time.
“…‘What do you do when you’re not streaming?’”
“Oh, that’s easy,” Ochako said.
Izuku narrowed his eyes. “Don’t.”
She smiled sweetly. “You rot.”
“I do not rot—”
“You disappear for like twelve hours,” Shinsou added.
“That’s called recharging.”
“That’s called vanishing.”
Todoroki nodded. “You ignore messages.”
Izuku looked personally attacked. “I don’t ignore—”
“You do,” all three of them said at once.
Izuku paused.
“…I selectively respond.”
Shinsou deadpanned, “To no one.”
@williegoodnight: EXPOSED
@LadyOfTheLamp: HE GHOSTS US TOO
@dinocantstoptwinkling: RELATABLE KING
Izuku sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. “I just like being alone sometimes.”
That landed softer than expected.
Ochako nudged his shoulder gently. “That’s normal.”
Todoroki added, “Solitude is not inherently negative.”
Shinsou shrugged. “Just don’t vanish mid-conversation.”
Izuku mumbled, “No promises.”
@heartstrung {MOD}: AW HE’S REAL
@dekunumberonefan212 {MOD}: PROTECT HIM
He quickly cleared his throat.
“Okay—next one.”
He scrolled, pausing on one that was strange. “…Oh, this one’s weird.”
“Read it,” Shinsou said.
“…‘Have you ever met any of your viewers in real life?’”
Izuku blinked. “…No.”
Ochako tilted her head. “Not even by accident?”
“Nope.”
Todoroki added, “Statistically unlikely.”
Shinsou smirked slightly. “What if one of us is secretly your viewer.”
Izuku pointed at him immediately. “If it’s you, I’m banning you.”
“I’d deserve it.”
Another scroll.
Izuku’s expression shifted slightly. “…Oh.”
“What?” Ochako asked.
He hesitated for a second.
“…‘Why don’t you ever talk about your past?’”
Shinsou went quiet.
Ochako stilled.
Todoroki’s gaze flicked to him.
Izuku scratched the back of his neck, eyes dropping to his food.
“…I just don’t think it matters,” he said lightly.
Shinsou didn’t call him out this time.
Ochako didn’t push.
Todoroki simply said, “That is your choice.”
Chat slowed again.
Izuku nodded once, small.
Then—just as quickly—he forced a grin back on.
“Okay! Next—”
“Midoriya.”
He glanced up.
Shinsou was looking at him—not pressing, just…there.
“…You don’t have to answer everything,” he said.
Izuku blinked.
Then smiled—softer this time.
“…Yeah. I know.”
A beat.
Then he looked back at the camera.
Izuku adjusted his sleeve absentmindedly as he reached for another container, barely glancing at the camera.
“Alright, next question before Ochako eats everything,” he said, popping the lid open.
“I heard that!” she snapped, already mid-bite.
“You were literally reaching across the table.”
“I was exploring options.”
“That was my food.”
“Our food.”
Shinsou snorted quietly, sipping his drink. “You’re not getting that back.”
Izuku sighed dramatically before glancing at chat again, and pausing for half a second.
“…Oh.”
Nothing dramatic nothing shock worthy. (Is what Izuku would love to think.)
Just… oh.
Shouto noticed first. “What?”
Izuku leaned back slightly, chewing as he spoke. “Pinky’s here.”
That got a reaction.
Ochako perked up instantly. “Oh?!”
Shinsou raised a brow, glancing at the screen. “She’s back already?”
The chat was still flowing normally—people reacting to the food, spamming emotes, asking questions—
But one message stood out.
@Pinkyyx: so…we’re just not gonna talk about it?
Izuku huffed a quiet laugh through his nose.
“Oh, we’re talking about it, huh?”
@softpuddingcloud1: WAIT WHAT
@heartstrung {MOD}: OH???
@randombun015: WHAT DID HE DO
Ochako leaned forward, eyes scanning. “What did you do?”
“Nothing,” Izuku said simply, grabbing a fry.
Shinsou gave him a look. “That’s never true.”
“It is this time.”
@Pinkyyx: u said u were curious yesterday
@Pinkyyx: just saying
The chat immediately caught on.
@keyboardSMASHER: WAIT IS THIS ABOUT YESTERDAY
@dekunumberonefan212 {MOD}: OH MY GOD HE DIDNT DO IT
@not_a_bot_fr: NO WAY
Ochako turned to him slowly.
“…You didn’t.”
Izuku blinked at her. “Didn’t what?”
“You didn’t message her?!”
He shrugged, completely unbothered. “I was gonna.”
Or that's at least what he hoped they'd think. He was not unbothered by this entire situation. Frankly, he was really bothered. Very, very bothered. What if this guy was a freak? What if he was some creepy guy who’d exploit him or murder him in a different country where no one would hear him scream? What if he was a troll? What if he lied about all those things and those accounts, like Pinky, were just his accomplices?
Shinsou let out a short laugh. “Yeah? When? Next year?”
“I said I was gonna,” Izuku repeated, taking a bite like this wasn’t a big deal. He hoped it was working.
Shouto tilted his head. “You had time.”
“I had things to do.” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.
“You played games for six hours.”
“That was because I was being a good brother and played mario kart to see my sibling smile,” He argued, rubbing the sweat from his hand onto his damp belly-bottoms—which had reminded him he needed to take a shower—before quickly rubbing his hands together.
Ochako stared at him in disbelief before turning to the camera. “Guys—he’s actually unbelievable.”
@Pinkyyx: wow this is crazy
@Pinkyyx: do u know how HARD it is to get that man to agree w any1???
@Pinkyyx: i vouched for u too 😔
@RedRiot: genuinely almost didnt go to work because of how worked up he got us 💔💔
@winterise: PLS DEKU OMG
@flaminho1: W WINGMAN PINKY
@Pinkyyx: i am a girl 😭
@sergiinsw: minus aura bruh
@kikiviv {MOD}: ok deku now u lowkey have to do it ngl
His eyes widened, his nerves spiking, “Okay, that sounds worse than it is.”
Shinsou leaned his chin on his hand. “Does it?”
“Yes.”
“Explain.”
“I just… didn’t do it yet.”
“That’s not an explanation.”
“It’s the truth.”
Ochako pointed at him. “You’re fumbling in real time.”
“I’m not fumbling!” Izuku shot back, sitting up straighter.
Shinsou smirked. “You are.”
“I’m literally not.”
@heartstrung {MOD}:DEKU JUST DM HER ITS NOT HARD
@100percentgenuwhine: DO IT NOWWWW
@paulryddd: WE’RE WATCHING HISTORY
Izuku exhaled through his nose, picking up his phone like this was mildly inconvenient at best.
“Alright, relax. I’ll do it now before you all start crying.”
“We are already crying!” Ochako said dramatically.
“Yeah, I can tell.”
He unlocked his phone, resting his elbow on the table.
“Username is the same, right?”
@Pinkyyx: wow he remembers
“Of course I remember,” he muttered, already typing.
Shinsou glanced over. “You sound offended.”
“I am. Slightly.”
“Tragic.”
Izuku found the account almost instantly.
“Alright, got it.”
No hesitation this time.
Tap.
Follow.
The chat spiked again.
@keyboardSMASHER: HE DID IT
@dekunumberonefan212 {MOD}: PROGRESS
@globalgbv: THIS IS HUGE
Ochako leaned closer, practically vibrating. “Now message her!”
“I’m getting there,” Izuku said, opening the chat.
His thumbs hovered for like… a second.
Not overthinking.
Just deciding.
“…What do I even say?”
“Hi,” Shinsou said.
“That’s boring.”
“It works.”
Shouto nodded. “It’s efficient.”
Izuku hummed. “Fair.”
He typed quickly.
hey, it’s deku
Paused.
Added:
:)
“Done.”
“That’s it?!” Ochako yelled.
Izuku hit send anyway.
“There. You guys can relax now.”
He set his phone down like it was just another task checked off.
Shinsou glanced at him. “That was painless.”
“Yeah, because I’m not dramatic.”
Ochako looked personally offended. “You’re not dramatic?!”
“No.”
“You literally cried seventeen times yesterday!”
“That was a controlled emotional response!”
Shinsou choked on his drink.
The chat was losing it.
@softpuddingcloud: CONTROLLED???
@randombun: SEVENTEEN TIMES IS CRAZY
@Pinkyyx: …
Izuku rolled his eyes, “You know what? Since you guys won’t stop crying about it, I’ll stalk her.”
His friend’s eyes immediately lit up.
Ochako choked on a fry. “Are you serious?!”
”Yes?” He picked his phone up again and opened up instagram. “I’ll stalk so hard that not even one piece of information will slip past me!”
Shouto laughed at him, “Loud incorrect buzzer.”
“Shut up!” Izuku waved his phone in the air, “Or else we’ll carry on with the Q&A.”
Shouto mimed zipping his lips, locking it and throwing away the key before manoeuvring himself into a more comfortable position to be able to see Izuku’s phone. “Let’s hurry up shall we.”
Izuku swiped down to her posts.
She had a popping hot pink colour in her hair, her hair was beautifully curly, her skin was tanned perfectly, her eyes were a light shade of green that complemented her skin. And her style? Don’t even get Izuku started.
“You’re so pretty, Pinky!” Ochako gazed in awe, “you need to tell us where you get all your clothes!”
A notification popped up on Izuku’s screen, it was a DM from Pinky.
“You can call me Mina! I’ll send his account when you’re done ‘stalking’ 👀💗”
”Check her story,” Shinsou took a big gulp out of his Coke Zero.
Izuku grinned, “The cup isn’t going to run away, Toshi.”
“Bro.”
“Sorry!” He chuckled and pressed on her story.
It said, ”Gang had to walk to work today, the boss’ upset w a certain someone 👀🥹”
It showed a picture of Mina covering her eyes with her hand, in the background he saw a sort-of yellow haired man and red-haired man arguing while a black haired man and purple haired woman laughed at the two.
So they were the real deal.
Apparently too much of the real deal.
”Oh my fucking God…”
“What!?” Ochako asked urgently.
“Shinsou, you’re so cooked oh my god…” Izuku pushed the phone in Toshi’s face.
He grabbed it quickly. ”What do you mean—Holy shit!”
“Shouto, I think you might wanna get in there too…”
“What?! Somebody answer me!” Ochako pleaded as Shinsou handed the phone over to Todoroki.
Shouto had probably invented a new expression when he saw who was in the photo. “Fuck! You mean she’s friends with them?!”
Izuku whispered in Ochako’s ears, so soft that the camera and the mics wouldn’t be able to catch it.
Ochako’s eyes widened.
“You’re shitting me!” She reached out, “give me the phone!”
It was handed to her in an instant, as she looked over it carefully. “Holy shit… holy shit!”
Izuku was going to pass out.
This meant that they were one person away from each other. This meant that Kaminari and Sero knew LordExplosionMurder. This meant he was their boss. This meant they watched Izuku embarrass his friends over and over. This meant he probably knew all about Izuku already.
“Pink—Mina you can definitely send the account… like right now.” Ochako sat in defeat.
“I actually can’t believe this, you’ve gone and put me and Shouto in shit!”
“Shinsou it’s not like he knew they were friends with her!” Shouto rubbed his nape, “besides there’s nothing we can do now, just accept it!”
Izuku’s phone pinged. He checked. It was the account.
He couldn’t focus on that—he needed to check the chat.
@laufeyno.1fan {MOD} {EDITOR}: HWATS HAPPENED OMG WHATS W THE REACTIOSN?????!
@heartstrung {MOD}: WHO IS IT???? WHOS FRIENDS WITH PINKY????
@not_a_bot_fr: DEKU UR SHITTING ME PLS TEL US WHO THEY ARE????
@dekunumberonefan212 {MOD}: IS IT MR. EXPLODO OR SOMETHING???
@Pinkyyx: deku bro what’s wrong 😭😭😭
@coffeeshakes: i might actually crash out if we don’t get told like rn
@LordExplosionMurder: did she post me looking like a chud or smth??????
@RedRiot: is it what i think it is…
@schroederishhh: @RedRiot tells us NOW
@Pinkyyx: oh fuck i’ve js been told…
@humbleisolation1: WHAT HAVE U BEEN TOLD????
@67skibidi: I actually love how nobody gives a shit that LEM is more worried abt looking like a chud 💔😭
@jackedupearphones: Omg i’m so fucking sorry, those pea brained idiots are stupid.
@elliemansondih: WHO IS THE IDIOTS??? what the actual HELL is happening???!
”Fuck, she even tagged them!” Shinsou held the phone visibly tighter. “I swear—I’m going to ghost straight away.”
“Deadass, me too.” Shouto held his head in his hands.
Izuku looked straight at the camera. “So… uhm bunnies…”
@heartstrung {MOD}: you maybe have SOMETHING to tell us???? 🫠
Izuku held a hand on his wet bell-bottoms. “So… we may or may not actually know Pinky’s friend's!”
“And they happen to fucking be the mysterious fine shyts they spoke about on camera” Ochako added.
Shouto groaned and Shinsou laughed like Ochako said something funny.
“I’m never speaking about my personal life ever again!”
“This might be a good thing!” Izuku cut in, “we actually know them in real life, it gives as an advantage in this whole situation.”
Shouto looked up, his face burned pink. “Izu—Deku. I don’t think you understand how bad this is.”
Izuku tried to defend it. “Yes but—“
“I fucking called Kaminari a piece of trash!” He looked like he was seconds away from exploding.
“Okay! I think we all need to calm down. Deku obviously can’t understand because he doesn’t joke about people he’s talking to on camera.” Ochako cut in again. “Let’s just carry on with the stream, we’re still on camera right now—we can crash out together later.”
Shinsou breathed in slowly, “You know what? You’re right. Let’s just fucking talk to Kaminari’s best friend who has a sissy crush on Izu—Fuck—I mean Deku.”
“Just say my name.”
Shinsou furrowed his eyebrows in shock, “I’m sorry, what?”
”Deku, honey…” Ochako held her hand out.
“It’s fine! Just call me by my name!” He crossed his arms. “I’ve already exposed too much of you guys, the least I can do is offer this.”
”Deku, you don’t hav—“
”Shinsou, it’s okay!”
“Uhm… Okay.”
“‘Zu you don’t have to.” Shouto said, calming down.
“Well.. I want to! So… do it!”
“Okay… uhm.”
“I’m waiting!”
“Why don’t we just view LordExplosionMurder’s instagram then… I-Izuku.”
There it was.
The privacy freak in him wanted to claw out and immediately tell them he didn’t want to. That the public didn’t need to know just because he exposed them. Soon enough people will be able to identify him in shopping centres. He won’t be able to take his mom on a shopping spree without the worry of fans swarming and following them everywhere. He’d have to buy security. He won’t have his sweet privacy with his siblings. He’d have to cover Kota with a blanket every time they went out.
“Shit. Let’s do this.” He reopened Instagram and clicked on the account.
His chat was spamming. He didn’t have the guts to look at what they were saying.
He pressed the follow button and almost as if he was waiting for it—he followed back immediately. He reloaded his screen, and the private accounts posts and highlights finally popped up. He pressed on a random post, praying to whatever god was up there he would not be some creepy old man.
Oh.
Izuku blinked. He’s probably imagining things, right?
Oh.
”Uh…” Izuku slurred.
“I think I'm going to faint.” He gaped at the sight of the man who was in the frame.
He was tall, lean, had hard rock abs, muscles for days, ash blond hair, mesmerising crimson eyes, and he had an amazing sense of style—all his outfits were put together well.
Katsuki Bakugou. The display name said.
Izuku could feel his cheeks burn to a light shade of pink, his lips hung in an “o” shape.
And here he was. Sitting in drenched bell-bottoms, sandals next to him that squelched when he walked, hair that looked like sea moss, and a shirt that looked like he bought all his clothes from the kids isle.
“Holy shit!” Ochako remarked as she stole the phone from him.
“Our favourite word of the night apparently.” Shouto stated, sarcastically and got to stand over Ochako.
“You guys are acting like you saw a greek god or some shit!” Shinsou leaned against the couch.
“Toshi, I want you to think of senior camp when we went to the coastline. Remember Kaminari? How he wore a speedo that just fit and had his pecks out the whole time. Now imagine his six pack times two.” Ochako tried to explain the best she could before she flipped the phone.
Shinsou’s jaw dropped.
“That’s him?”
“Awh, I love it when haters win.” Shouto leaned into the pillow.
“No.” Izuku deadpanned. “I understand the frustration now, I’ve been a complete chud the whole time and now there’s probably a zero percent chance.”
“Welcome to the club, I guess.”
His phone pinged again.
“ya like what u see?”
“Oh, he’s good.” Shouto said shoving his straw into his mouth.
Another message pinged through.
“they call me boss cuz i’m ceo of Bakugo Fashion 🥱”
”He’s what!?” Ochako yelled.
”Why does Izuku always hit the jackpot?” Shouto sighed, “when is it my turn?”
“Shouto, shut up, you’re literally rich.” Ochako glared at him.
“Brokie,” He teased.
Izuku was in a stuttering mess.
“U-uh everyone apologise t-to Mr. Explodo.”