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Part 2 of Lovely
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USJ - Alternate

Summary:

What if Izuku ordered the Nomu to be yeeted? What if Shigaraki acted like a lovesick puppy under Izuku's quirk?

Welcome to an alternate retelling of the USJ from my main story, Lovely. Crackfic.

Chapter 1: Y E E T

Summary:

Dedicated to 404_vocabulary_not_found for their idea of just. . . YEET. Special thanks to CaseLC for supporting the idea too! <3

Chapter Text

Izuku breaks the kiss and leans back. Shigaraki slowly opened his eyes, pink flooding his pupils and uh . . .

Oh shiz. He didn't think this through, did he?

Shigaraki said something and was approaching him now. Izuku had to act fast, give him an order, something, and so the first thing that popped into his mind was an age old meme that Toshi had showed him after quirk training.

Which is exactly why he promptly commanded, "Shigaraki, I want you to tell the Nomu to go yeet itself out of the building."

His kidnapper blinked.

~*~

Later, as the Pro Hero teachers and Iida were rushing back to the USJ just meters away from the door, there was a terrifying roar followed by an equally loud chorus of, "YEET!" 

A hulking dark mass crashed through the top of the dome and sprayed glass everywhere, hurtling towards them. They quickly scrambled away to avoid being crushed with screams and yelps all around. It smashed face-first into the ground before their feet and skidded a few meters before stopping, face in a mound full of dirt and butt propped up in the air towards them. 

They all stared in stunned silence at the hulking figure.

"What in tarnation . . . ?" Snipe softly swore.

A moment later a familiar head of curly green hair popped out of the doors and snagged everyone's attention. Izuku beamed, waving his hands wildly and cheerily greeting, "Oh, you're here! Sorry about that, I didn't think it would have come in this direction. Um, everyone's fine now! We've taken care of all the villains. They're kinda knocked out, so . . ."

Cheers went up from students inside the building. Iida watched as his peers jumped up and down in joy with villains scattered all around them on the ground, completely dead to the world.

He fainted.

Chapter 2: Puppy Dog Tails

Summary:

Dedicated to Cryptical_Marionette and Silentnicole_09 for spawning this cursed idea and SilvernSky and birdsandboys for spurning it forward.

This just in. The author enjoys writing crack.

Chapter Text

Izuku breaks the kiss and leans away from Shigaraki. His kidnapper slowly opened his eyes. The black pupils flooded with a bright pink hue and Izuku internally cheered because oh my Kami that actually worked and he's not dead. Thank you to every deity in the universe that made this happen, because for a moment he thought he would be DEAD.

Shigaraki stares at him, unmoving. Izuku blinks, realizing he needs to come up with an order to give him and scrambles to think up of it. 

But then tears start welling up in Shigaraki's eyes and sends Izuku in a blind panic before he wails, "I-I-Izu-chan!"

The green-haired boy stiffened as the villain threw his arms around him, sobbing hysterically as he clung to his smaller frame. Tears soaked the shoulder of his hoodie as Shigaraki continued to cry and hiccup like a dying whale. "I-I-I-I'm so h-happy that Izu-chan l-l-l-likes me back!"

He continued wailing loudly, like a newborn child. Izuku grimaced at the unexpected situation (thank Kami Toshi wasn't like this). He raised a hand and awkwardly patted his kidnapper's head as he continued bawling, not sure what else to do, and said, "There. . . there . . . ?"

He spotted the gobsmacked gazes of three Hero students a few meters away. 

"What the hell, nerd?" Kacchan hissed.

"Just. . ." Izuku casted a quick glance to the older man to see he was still crying. He looked back to them helplessly. "Just roll with it. It's an effect of my quirk."

"I LOVE YOU IZU-CHAN!" He screamed.

The Hero students' jaws dropped. Uraraka-chan slapped her hands over her mouth. Sero looked like he was about to lose it. And Kacchan's fingers were twitching in a sign that he was about to blow up.

Izuku sighed, already used to Toshi's declarations every time his quirk came into effect. "Call off the attack or I'll break up with you."

Shigaraki's face fell. Tears flowed down faster than ever as he wailed, "NOOOO! IZU-CHAN, DON'T LEAVE ME!!!!!!!!!!"

"Then get your Frankenstein rip-off away from my future teacher and then I'll consider it."

"ANYTHING FOR YOU, IZU-CHAN!"

~*~

Kurogiri watched helplessly as his young charge giggled. They were back in the bar. The TV was on and Sensei watched the scene in silence. Young Master Tomura giggled again as he fiddled with his controller, customizing a character on screen.  

"Look!" His young charge happily crowed, pointing at the character who brought a vague sense of dread in Kurogiri's non-corporeal form. "It's Izu-chan! He may be my husband in the game for now, but one day, he'll be my husband in real life and I'll be his bride!"

He shouted and cheered and Kurogiri felt himself die just a little bit more. He turned his attention back to Sensei, and rumbled, "Master, I mean this with the utmost respect for you and the Young Master, but are we certain that Midoriya-san's quirk has no longer taken ahold of Young Tomura?"

"For once, Kurogiri," Sensei began, dark and ancient as Young Master Tomura looked at the curly, green-headed character on the screen and blew kisses to it. "I am unsure."

~*~

Izuku groaned as someone rapidly knocked on his window. 

Then he jolted awake as someone was knocking on his window because he was on the sixth floor and living with Aizawa and Mic, what the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu - ?!

He whirled around and bit down a shriek. Shigaraki was there, grinning from ear to ear, dressed in a hoodie as he hung from Izuku's windowsill at three in the goddang morning. 

"Izu-chan~!" His kidnapper crooned, voice muffled by the glass barrier. "I came to see you, honey~!"

". . . Izuku, what the hell?" Hitoshi murmured, already up and staring gobsmacked at the scene before him. 

"How in the world did you find us? And how did you even get up here?" Izuku pulled at his hair and worried.

"I used my quirk to make hand and footholds for myself!" He chipperly explained. "Can you let me in, please? My arms are a little tired from climbing."

Izuku's brain blanked. "Uh . . ." 

"Th-the window has a latch," Hitoshi quickly cut in. "We - don't know - how to unlock it."

"I can just disintegrate the window then!"

"No!" Izuku's hands reached out mid-lunge. He coughed and brought his hands back down. "Uh, y-you see, w-we're b-b-both living a-at someone e-else's h-h-h-house r-r-right now, s-so, um, i-i-it w-would be b-b-bad if w-we b-break the w-window b-because th-then I-I'd be a b-b-bad house g-guest!"

Shigaraki cocked his head contemplatively. "Oh. I guess that makes sense."

"I'm just. . ." Hitoshi slowly inched away towards the door. "I'm. . . gonna get Aizawa and Mic."

"G-good plan," Izuku anxiously agreed. "Uh, I-I'll just s-stay here a-a-and keep an e-eye on o-our. . . guest."

The tired boy nodded, now long since wide awake, and briskly walked out of the room and raising his voice a bit to call out, "Mic? Aizawa? Inko? There's a situation in mine and Izuku's room . . . !"

Izuku looked back at Shigaraki, who still stared at him through the window with sparkling ruby red eyes and black pupils. He twiddled his thumbs. "Sooooo . . . um . . ." He grimaced. "Wh-what's your favorite game?"

Shigaraki beamed.

By the time all the adults came stampeding into the room wielding a capture weapon, directional speaker, and a frying pan, Izuku looked seconds away from dying on the spot as Shigaraki ranted about a dating sim he recently played where you can customize the capture targets, and how he had an enjoyable time designing fifty-three potential characters with curly green hair, bright green eyes, slightly tan skin, and freckles.

 

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