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“Thanks everyone! This was Neito Monoma and Itsuka Kendo from class 1-B! Did you all like the show?” Kendo held out her microphone to the crowd and everyone cheered.
“Now I want to extend a challenge to our rival class 1-A, you all saw our FANTASTIC performance, and we want to challenge you to a sing off. The crowd decides who wins and obviously that class has the better singers. The only requirement is that it has to be a duet and it has to happen now.” Monoma smirked.
The crowd cheered, of course they wanted a sing off! Class 1-A looked at each other, they were irritated by Monoma’s actions. They knew they had to accept, otherwise 1-B would hold this over them forever, but they don’t have a duet! Sure, Jiro could go up and sing but it had to be a duet and that’s hard to improvise. The whole class tried to come up with a solution while looking at each other hoping that someone had an idea. No one saw that two of their classmates were walking towards the stage. Suddenly two very familiar voices were heard.
“We accept your so called ‘challenge’ you Copycat bastard” said Bakugou, he had taken the mic from Kendo. He and Midoriya stood on the right side of the stage, arms crossed in front of their chests and two identical cocky smirks on their faces. The whole class looked at each other, they all had an “oh no” look, Bakugou and Midoriya? This couldn’t end well.
“Oh? Arm breaking kid and angry issues? Well, this will be interesting. Very well, tell the DJ your song and start then. But don’t be too sad when we win.” Monoma said into the mic.
“Hah, it will actually be fun to prove you wrong Monoma-kun” said Midoriya with a kind smile, with an underlying threat.
The crowd watched as Monoma and Kendo left the stage, giving the other mic to Midoriya. Now everyone, especially their own class were looking on in anticipation, waiting for what would happen next. They saw as Midoriya walked over the stage to the DJ and whispered something to them. Then Midoriya and Bakugou started arguing, 1-A let out a deep sigh, here we go. But to their surprise they started doing rock, paper, scissor. Apparently Midoriya won, and he raised his arms over his head in a winning gesture. Midoriya turned around and nodded towards the DJ, the song that started playing surprised the whole crowd.
“It’s Can’t hold us by Macklemore and Ryan Lewis, but that’s only in English? Isn’t it going to be too hard for them?” they all thought but then the lyrics started, and they all soon forgot that thought.
“Hey, hey, hey” it was Bakugou who started.
“Good to see you”
“Come on dude, let’s go”
“Yeah! Let’s go!”
“Ha-ha-ha-ha all right.”
“Alright okay. Alright okay. Alright okay”
“Wooooooo”, the crowd was in shock over Bakugou’s range in tones, who would have thought that the angry Pomeranian of class 1-A had such a good singing voice? But the real shock was when the next part of the song started and Midoriya started rapping.
“Return of the Mack. Get ‘em, what it is, what it does, what it is, what it isn’t. Looking for a better way to get up outta bed, instead of getting on the Internet and checking on who hit me, get up. Thrift shop, pimp-strut walkin’, little bit of humble, little bit of cautious. Somewhere between like Rocky and Cosby, sweater game, nope, nope, y’all can’t copy, yeah. Bad, moonwalking, this here, is our party. My posse’s been on Broadway, and we did it our way. Grown music, I shed my skin and put my bones into everything I record to it and yet I’m on.” Who knew that Midoriya could rap so good? All that muttering at lightning speed finally paid of huh, thought 1-A. But then their whole train of thought went out of the window as it was Bakugou’s turn.
“Let that stage light go and shine on down. Got that Bob Barker suit game and Plinko in my style. Money, stay on my craft and stick around for those pounds but I do that to pass the torch and put on for my town. Trust me on my I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T shit, hustlin’. Chasing dreams since I was fourteen with the four track, bussin’. Halfway across the city with my back (back) pack (pack) fat (fat) cat (cat), crushin’. Labels out here, now they can’t tell me nothin’. We give that to the people, spread it across the country. Labels out here, now they can’t tell me nothin’. We give that to the people, spread it across the country. Bakugou finished with a smirk, lowering his microphone and turning, bypassing Midoriya that walked towards the front, when had he moved back? As the next part came.
“Can we go back? This is the moment, tonight is the night, we’ll fight ‘til it’s over. So we put our hands up. Like the ceiling can’t hold us”
“Like the ceiling can’t hold us. Can we go back? This is the moment, tonight is the night, we’ll fight ‘til it’s over. So, we put our hands up, like the ceiling can’t hold us, like the ceiling can’t hold us.”
The crowd is starting to warm up, they are whistling, clapping and some are just vibing. They were all getting excited as Bakugou started on the second verse.
“Now can I kick it? Thank you, yeah. I’m so damn grateful, I grew up really wanting gold fronts. But that is what you get when Wu-Thang raised you. Y’all can’t stop me. Go hard like I got an 808 in my heartbeat. And I’m eating at the beat like you gave a little speed, to a great white shark on Shark Week, raw!” Bakugou makes a little bite motion when he sings raw and it transforms into a full-on smile, showing of his teeth. He is looking at a specific person in the crowd. Kirishima feels his cheeks heat up, but he can’t look away, he is mesmerized by Bakugou’s singing and his smile. Everyone else in the crowd starts clapping to the beat as Midoriya continues.
“Time to go off, I’m gone, deuces, goodbye, I got a world to see. And my girl, she wanna see Rome. Caesar’ll make you a believer. Nah, I never did it for a throne. That validation comes with giving it back to the people, now sing a song and it goes like, raise your hand, this is our party. We came to live life like nobody was watching. I got my city right behind me if I fall, they got me. Learn that from failure, gained humility and then we keep marching, I said.”
“Can we go back? This is (Woah) the moment, tonight is the night, we’ll fight ‘til it’s over.”
“So, we put our hands up, like the ceiling can’t hold us. Like the ceiling can’t hold us.”
“Can we (Woah~) go back? This is the moment. Tonight is the night (Ooh~) , we’ll fight ‘til is over So we put our hands up (Woah~) Like the ceiling can’t hold us. Like the ceiling can’t hold us.”
Then comes the interlude and Midoriya and Bakugou start walking around on the stage. Midoriya walks and stands at the edge of the stage on the far right.
“And so we put our hands up”
Bakugou has somehow found a water bottle and is drinking, tilting his head back. Kirishima’s face starts to heat up again. Bakugou then walks to the far left of the stage and his part comes.
“And so we put our hands up”
“Woah~, woah~, woah~.” They start walking towards each other and stops face to face. Then they turn, shoulder against shoulder, facing the crowd. When the bridge comes, the crowd goes wild. They start clapping to the beat answering when Bakugou and Midoriya turns their microphones towards the crowd.
“Let’s go!”
“Na na na na, na na na na”
“Hey~”
“And all my people sing”
“Na na na na, na na na na”
“Hey~”
“And all my people sing”
“Na na na na, na na na na”
“Ooh~”
“And all my people sing”
“Na na na na, na na na na”
“Mack- le-e-e-e-e-more” Bakugou turns sideways, bending backwards with every syllable until he finally spins around instead, turning to face the crowd ones again. By this point Kirishima is as read as a tomato and he stands there in shock, mouth slightly open as he can’t take his eyes of the two on the stage.
“ Can we go back? This is the moment, tonight is the night, we’ll fight ‘til it’s over. So we put our hands up, like the ceiling can’t hold us, like the ceiling can’t hold us.”
“Can we (Woah~) go back? This is the moment, tonight is the night (Ooh~) , we’ll fight till it’s over. So we put our hands up.”
“Like the ceiling can’t hold us. Like the ceiling can’t hold us.” On the last note both of them turn away from each other, throwing something. It apparently lands where it’s supposed to and two big, short-lived explosions comes to life at each end of the stage and then the whole stage goes black. The crowd goes absolutely bat-shit crazy, screaming, applauding, wolf-whistling, all at once. The light comes on again when the crowd can see the two people still standing on the stage, sweeting and breathing hard they start applauding even louder. Bakugou and Midoriya take each other’s hand, raising their arms above their heads and bowing low. They are smiling big as they stand up again. Then Midoriya is hushing the crowd and Bakugou says, with triumph in his voice.
“Well, you wannabe, who do you think is the crowds favorite, huh? Shall we ask them?”
He is full on smirking now and so is Midoriya.
“Well extras, if you thought that copycat bastard and that other extra’s performance was better than ours clap your hands.”
There are a few applauds, mostly from class 1-B and some general studies students that really hate 1-A. Bakugou’s smirk widen even further into a smile that could rival a Cheshire cat.
“And now, if you thought our fucking performance was better, clap your fucking hands.”
The crowd explodes with noise once again, both Midoriya and Bakugou are smiling, Midoriya lifts his microphone, and they can hear his voice loud and clear even over all the noise.
“Now which class has the better singer Monoma?” Bakugou is laughing, cackling even, he’s laughing so hard he even has tears in his eyes.
“Good one Deku, now let’s get of this fucking stage. It’s hotter than a motherfucker up here.”
They walk of the stage and as they are making their way towards the rest of their class, the crowd separates, making a way for them.
“When did you learn that? That was awesome!” asks Mina as she is jumping up and down.
“How old where we Kacchan? 8 or 9 something?” asks Midoriya with a small tilt of his head.
“Eight actually” answers Bakugou.
“Woah that’s young! I’m impressed!” says Kaminari as he pushes to the front of the class.
“You think that’s impressive? Wait till you hear fucking number 27” Bakugou says, his smirk returning full force.
“You have 27 songs memorized? How?” asks Kirishima in awe.
“48 actually. Although we haven’t practiced the last one so much.” Says Midoriya and turns to Bakugou when he says the last part.
“Yeah, we have to step up our fucking game if that damn extra is going to challenge us again. And it’s because we have known each other since before we were even fucking born.” Says Bakugou with a thoughtful but irritated expression.
“Yeah, anyways I’m spent. Let’s go to bed, right Kacchan?” says Midoriya as he tries to stifle a yawn.
“I’m fucking tired, let’s go”
Bakugou and Midoriya walks away.
“You know Kirishima, you have to tell him at some point, so why not now?” says Mina with a playfully.
Kirishima chokes on his own spit and his face goes back to the same tomato red color as before. “Wh-what? I-I don’t know what you are talking about Mina” says Kirishima as he turns away.
“Come on Kiri! Be manly! Confess!” Says Mina to try and convince Kirishima.
“May-maybe someday” Kiri mumbles.
“Come on! At least think about it on the way back!” Says Kaminari as he also gets involved with the conversation that surely will be Kirishima’s death.
“Yeah! come on bro! You saw how he looked only at you!” Says Sero.
“I-I’ll think about it I guess.” Says Kirishima, giving in.
“Yeah, that’s the spirit!” Cheers the rest of the Baku squad. What they didn’t know was that a similar conversation took place only a couple meters away, but here it was a bi-colored boy and a broccoli that was in centrum of the conversation.