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BUZZ!
“I just watched red do it.”
“WHY YOU-“
”I watched him vent in and kill pink as well!”
”NO I FUCKING DIDN-“
“Dynamight!” A new voice spoke out, a sterner one who chose to firmly scowl the man currently yelling. “Be mindful, there are young audiences currently watching.”
”Not my fault they are awake past their bed-time!” Now Dynamight (4.9million subs) wasn’t incorrect. It was 4am on a Tuesday during the school week.
Slowly Midoriya (2.5million subs) reached across his desk, pressing the button that allowed him to talk in Disc-illain. Since he had died, he was unable to talk in game chat. “Please just save it for weekends Dynamight, we don’t want to get demonetised!”
“You fault for streaming on two platforms at once! Not my fault fucking You-Hero can’t handle it…”
Midoriya let out a soft sigh. He didn’t want to prevent his followers from watching him due to the fact he was on one sight and not the other, finding it easier to have two cameras set up. One for You-Hero, and the other for U.A, a streaming platform.
”Just… please…? U.A. is also beginning to complain.” Midoriya didn’t want to put a damper on the mood, and it actually caused the opposite effect. Of all the chats across the streamers separate platforms being filled with jokes about demonetisation. And how ‘destructive’ it would be to Dynamite’s current aim to 5-million subs.
Oh so many puns…
Midoriya’s streaming avatar would wiggle their ears, like many of the group he was a V-Tuber, having his own personal avatar as a humanoid-rabbit. They were a mix of his actual appearance, with concept art he discovered whilst creating them- this character was named Deku. Which was also the name he went by online.
During the time Dynamite was arguing with Ingenium (632k subs) and Deku. The rest of the group were still chatting, currently voting Dynamite out, whilst he was too distracted to defend himself.
He cooled down when hearing the count down on the game, spinning around to the gaming monitor and yelling out in rage as the votes were all set on him. Minus his own which he had quickly placed on Shoto (3million subs) the streamer who blamed him in the first place.
“I DIDN'T GET ANY TI-“ His screams of rage were cut off for all other streams and streamers apart from his, due to his character’s death.
This in turn caused an uproar of laughter within the group, only for this laughter transformed into whined and complaints as their game finished. After all, Dynamight wasn’t the murderer. The two who blamed him, Shoto and Cellopane (473k) were. So… they lost the game.
“Nooo!” Ugravity (981k) wailed, her astronaught character joining her on her stream as she dramatically threw her head back. A few others would join her.
“Fucking karma!” Dynamight cackled into the microphone, a clear teeth-baring grin on his face. “Next time maybe listen to me!”
”I never doubted you Dyna-“ Midoriya began, he was quickly shot down.
”Because you died first!”
“If you’re going to simp, at least be good at it.” Alien-Queen (893k) spoke with a giggle, her hand obviously covering her mouth to try and block the sound of her amusement.
It was a constant on going joke- well, less of a joke now. That Dynamite and Deku had crushes on each other. In fact, not only did they find this amusing, them being the group. All the fans found it adorable, even those who were only watching for that one person.
Oh the fan fictions, art, comics online made by their fans, was insane…
Even more so than the two public relationships on the group. Froppy(234k), and Ugravity, then Alien-Queen and Crimson-Riot(627k).
”I’m not trying to simp!” Midoriya stuttered out, his face exploding in a horrid blush. The boy wouldn’t dare outwardly display the crush he had on Dynamite. No matter how obvious it was.
Alien-Queen would smirk, watching chats blow up as she leaned forwards closer to the microphone. “So your not trying to suck up to our dynamite Deku?”
During this time the man in questions was silent, Midoriya could imagine the man leaning back in his chair.
Midoriya gulped, his words not making no sense and dragging together before he soon dragged them together to form words.
”I-… I mean Dynamite is m-“
Chargebolt(385k) but in, dislodging the tension.
”I mean, there are other ways he can ‘suck’ up to him.” Usually he would revive much laughter, yet the fans would groan at the interruption. Due to this his joke plummeted hard.
“H-Hey!” He complained to his chat, turning off his microphone to defend himself to his fans.
“Fucking Dunce-Face.” Dynamite snorted out, bringing everyone back to the lobby, as he went into the settings playing with the random role allocator.
“Ready to beat these guys Deku?” Ugravity grinned as she spoke, Midoriya was one of the best people at this game despite how sweet he was.
Midoriya let out an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “One more game. I am at work tomorrow.”
Due to the work factors the group was smaller tonight, the usual thirteen being seven.
Alien queen huffed loudly. “I have no idea how you work in a coffee shop Deku… I can’t stand taking orders.”
Midoriya only laughed, readying up on the game. “I like meeting people.”
The group was unaware of the boys other job, as a parking-ticketer. It was already embarrassing he let it slip that it worked in a cafe. Of course he earned enough money to make this his full time job. But… this money was spent on other things let just say.
He watched as he ended up with the murderer role. His V-Tuber eyes widening dramatically before hushing the chat.
“You guys know the rules, microphones off.” Ingenium spoke out, causing the two streamers to role their eyes yet turn their microphones off.
Midoriya turned to his chat, smirking as he spoke to them. “Time to get to work guys.”
He leaned backwards in his seat as he would instantly hit the lights and vent through the game. He easily took out White-Ugravity right next to Yellow-Chargebolt as they fixed the lights. Swiftly however he vented away, knowing fully well Charhebolt wouldn’t notice the very dead Ugravity next to him.
“Who’s next?” Midoriya glanced at his chat, wanting to see who they nominated, a cruel game he was used to playing. Ingenium.
He spent a while stalking the Blue-man, before taking him out as they rounded a corner, he hid in the room as Mina-Pink went past.
“Have they seriously not found Ugravity yet?” Midoriya smiled as he moved across the halls, taking out Cellophane-Grey, as he passed him.
He frowned as the screen didn’t show the ending screen. “Eh? It’s two versus so and so now! My team mate had to have killed someo-…”
His voice trailed off, as he realised at the same time as his fans Dynamite had set the murders to one, and him next.
Midoriya scowled, as he leaned forwards- allowing himself to get riled up in game.
“Okay. He’s next!”
He huffed, turning on the oxygen and also taking out lights, closing the doors the bodies were. As he ran about looking for Dynamite he grumbled. “Where is he!”
He completely ignored taking out Shoto-Purple as he passed him, too focused on finding his ‘prey.’
”Yes, I know I missed Shoto chat. I’m looking for Dynamite! Tell me where he is!” The chat refused, enjoying seeing the v-tuber so riled up. He took out Chargebolt-Yellow, smirking as he glanced at chat. “See! I took out this person now!”
He turned back to the screen only to freeze up seeing the colour red on his screen, stood over the body he just took out. Dynamite.
”…Damn it…” Midoriya sighed out, as Dynamite being the sherif would end the game.
“YOU CHEATER!” Deku slammed his hands on the desk once the microphones came back on, scowling the man who was howling in devilish laughter.
“No need to be a sore-loser Deku!”
“I AM NOT!”
“You certainly sound like one!” The group was silent at the fight between them, as chats would chant: ‘Fight! Fight! Fight!’ It was rare that these two were so furious at each other, hence why they were so amused by the current show.
”YOU SET ME UP!”
”Wheres your proof greenie?”
”The proof is that I can do my maths! Unlike YOU!” Midoriya pointed at the screen knowing his v-tuber was copying him as he snarled the words out. It was very rare the boy got upset in his games.
”HA! And you say your not a sore loser!”
”You stupid, entitled, fake blondle sounding b-b-BITCH!” Midoriya was mad, no one messed with his games.
“Not such a simp anymore… are we? Deku.~”The deep voice purred the words out, clearly close to the microphone. This close caused the boy to hear the breath of the man, as his tongue rolled out his words. It caused a short-circuit in Midoriya’s brain. He went silent, staring at the screen, before reaching over and just straight up leaving the call and turning the stream off.
He fell backwards into his chair, hands covering his face as he couldn’t help the blood rush to his freckled cheeks. He knew what the internet would say tomorrow, but couldn’t find himself to care. He cared much more about the way his heart was pounding, loud enough he heard it in his ears within the empty room.
Eventually he managed to use his lungs again, taking a long gulp of air. Leaning forwards he triple checked everything was off, even turning it off at the plug to be sure.
Midoriya was terrified of his face being seen, his identity known. He had been physically, mentally and emotionally bullied all of his life, in school and online during his schooling days.
And this lead to the loss of his arms. One too many beatings and broken bones later… he was an amputee going into university.
He slumped against the bed, forcing the thoughts of being found out against his head only for the ‘face’ of Dynamites avatar to fill his head. God he was whipped, even before the internet decided they had to get the two together.
The boy buried his face into his pillows removing his arms at the same time and setting them down at the side of the bed, of course this was after he stripped down to his boxers.
No. Don’t think about him, you didn’t know if he was gay- ”Deku.~”
Yup, never mind as he screamed into his pillow in a gay panic. Jesus he had the largest crush in the world on the man. And he didn’t even know his face, what if he was ugly?!
No. A person with that much confidence, oozing that much sex-appeal with just a voice, was not ugly by a long shot. He was probably a model knowing Midoriya’s luck. Far out of the league of a man who worked in a cafe.
Gosh he wasn’t a fan of his work, he had to work two jobs. He spent all his streaming money on his dear mother, and medical bills- with the occasional free game if he didn’t get a sponsorship with the newest game on the market.
He worked in a cafe, as well as handing out parking-tickets. He always dreamed of becoming a police officer, or even a secret agent. Alas that wasn’t in the cards for him, despite the fact he could do it. The academy wouldn’t take him, because of his arms.
Rolling onto his back he stared at the roof, forcing himself to close him eyes and drift off the sleep. Fighting of the thoughts of a certain streamer as he did so…~
And when he woke up the next day, he would avoid admitting he had a hard on. And avoid admitting he thought of a certain blonde as he worked it of in the shower.
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Currently a green-haired male was rushing across a cafe, balancing multiple trays in his hands and on his shoulders filled to the brim with dirty dishes. He barely managed to avoid dropping them as a child ran about his feet.
This wasn’t how he hoped his weekend would begin, a stressful hour at work was one thing. But an entire DAY?! It was late in the afternoon, and since it opened the place had been overflowing with customers. This didn’t help the fact he was having his weekend 24hour stream with the group, which happened every Saturday to Sunday. This would be the first stream he has done with Dynamite since he blew up on stream, as well as the fact they were introducing a few more people to the Class-1A streaming group. Creati, Tsukuyomi and GrapeJuice.
Earjack(263k)has suggested it, finding a few much much smaller streamers who could join their class. Creati(45k)who played more educational and scientific games, making videos on how to study for your finals as well as tutor multiple subjects online in her streams.
Tsukuyomi(32k)playing horror games, as well as had a podcast about ghost stories.
GrapeJuice(13k) playing anime games, and overall games with a hot female protagonist.
So much stress was piling up on the young streamer, who would have skipped the stream taking a sick day if there wouldn’t be new people showing up.
Eventually he made it to the kitchen, laying out everything onto the side next to the dishwasher, he apologised to the person on clean up dirty as he caught his breath. They didn’t even flinch at the sight of these plates, only grin brightly. This was someone who was paid for the amount of plates they cleaned up, they were ecstatic by the amount flooring in today after a quiet week.
Turning round, he duped his hands around his mouth to speak to the kitchen staff about the orders. Already a smaller cook was ready to write down whatever the boy called out to them. “Table 23 wants 2 cheese omelettes, with the cake of the day, and three afternoon tea sets.” He spoke of from memory, continuing to speak as the kitchen staff rushed to write down the orders. A few of them even already began to cook or bake.
”Table 9 wants 4 cheesecake slices, lemon.”
”Table 1 wants an afternoon tea set.”
”Table 17 wants a bacon sandwich, and a scone.”
Midoriya didn’t have any time to see if they got everything down, rushing out the kitchen and behind the bar already preparing every drink that had been ordered.He was an absolute assist to the team, incredible speed matched with his memory. All the workers were grateful he was working today.
Frequently he had been offered a management position, but Midoriya refused due to having another job that the company were aware of- parking tickets. Not the fact he was a very large streamer.
He poured out every drink, placing them on multiple trays balancing them across the busy floor to every person on his side who were waiting for him. They personally, the customers, seemed surprised they already had their drink orders. But Midoriya never messed around. Going Plus-Ultra with everything, as the streamer community would call it with their odd slangs.
Whilst the secret streamer, laid out all the drinks across the cafe, he heard the bell at the front of the house. Of course he spent no time paying attention to this, as his co-worker was already there leading them to a table on her side of the cafe. He never minded his workers taking customers from him.
Midoriya bowed his head to the older couple as he gave the two their drinks. “I hope you enjoy your drinks!”
They smiled up at him, cooing at how much of a gentleman he was too them only to speak excitedly about their latte art- two cats shaped in a heart for both of them.
A tap on his shoulder pulled him from the conversation, as he stuttered trying completely humble. “Huh?”
”I’m sorry Midoriya-Kun! There is no room in my area so I sat them in yours.” She spoke out, knowing how much stress everyone was under today.
Midoriya only grinned and nodded at the woman, shaking off his dimples. He had zero idea almost all his co-workers were crushing on him. “Don’t worry about it!If I receive a tip please consider it yours, I’ll place it in your jar” He ignored the grateful thank yous, grabbing hold of menus to go and greet his table, walking around to stand in front of the soft green booth he turned the page in his notebook. Not that he ever used it.
“Hello!” His customer service voice entered the chat.
“My name is Midoriya, I shall be your server today! May I interest you in your speci-“
”Deku?! Is that you?”
The world seemed to stop, as Midoriya heard his streamer name. Slowly he looked up from where he had been doodling in his note bad. A wave of nausea took over, as he wished with all his heart it had actually been a fan once he saw his customers.
The entire world came crashing down as he faced the boys before him, he felt the urge to faint barely standing upright. The terror was extraordinary, his anxiety crying out inside despite the medications he constantly used to middle it’s presence. His metallic hands grew close to crushing the notebook he held. He was horrendously grateful for the gloves and sleeves he wore during work as he stared down at the table of faces staring right back at him in disbeliefs
Tesaki. Hashiga. Tsubasa.
The three boys who took his arms from him.
His eyes snapped down staring at the paper as he didn’t dare allow this to impact his job. Who knew, maybe they had changed after so long in the real adult world. ”W-w-we have t-the special menu today. B-being the-“ His stutter from school had returned at the simple sight of these boys. “Velvet and s-s-strawberry cak-“
”It is you!” Hashiga barked out, recognising the stutter from anywhere. After all that was what caused them to start bullying him in the first place in elementary leading all the way through to middle school.
”Deku working in a cafe? This is seriously taking the cake.” Tesaki laughed at the sight of their victim in this environment. “What happened to becoming a police officer? Eh? Would they not take a bony brat like you?”
“Of course they wouldn’t. He is a Deku after all, they probably pitted him.”
Midoriya confused his practices ced speech, trying to not make eye contact as he laid out the menus. “W-we do s-a-s-serve hot d-drinks, w-w-with a-a-r…ar…” he found his tongue refusing to bend properly to continuing his words, tears began to build up in the corners of his eyes. He refused to let them fall in front of the three. Midoriya was an adult now, they couldn’t hurt him like before.
”A! A! A! Arrrr! Your like a fucking pirate!” Tesaki barked out, mocking the boys stutter.
Midoriya forgot his confidence, shaking physically. He was no longer Deku the popular and adored streamer. He was Deku, the boy at the back of the class who couldn’t speak or even answer a question correctly. The Deku who lost his arms.
Hashiga grasped a tight grip on Midoriya’s wrist as he tried to not drop the menus placing them in front of them.”Let me see your notebook Deku? Still doodling or can you actually write now? A malicious grin came across his face- referencing how often the trio broke the boys limbs when they caught his drawing characters in his notebooks.
Now. They were unaware of what they had done to Midoriya’s arms. All they knew was that Deku dropped out of school half way through their third year and was ‘home-schooled.
In reality Midoriya was going through dozens of surgeries to try and fix his arms before he was told they had to be removed.
Hashiga tightened his grip as he waited for the answer. Despite Midoriya being unable to feel the grip, he winced out of reflex. The bully laughed at the face Midoriya made in amusement.
”Oops…~” Tsubasa would knock the menus onto the floor under the table, smiling sweetly.
“Can you pick them up for me? For old times sake.”
“Will you extras fucking quit it!” An unknown voice snarled out in obvious annoyance. Seemingly more annoyed at the language their were using, than their actions. Midoriya had been so distracted by his old bullied to really look at the stranger at the table.
Midoriya felt a stab of recognition from the tone of voice, but had less as much when he finally made eye contact with the blonde. Who was absolutely the streamers type to be blunt.
”Acting like your middle-schoolers!”
”C’mon man! Don’t be a downer!”
The man’s hair was spiked up all natural just like the violent blonde colour. There wasn’t a hint of bleach there. Midoriya was positive the man would be insulted it be suggested it. The sides were all neatly shaved, with a light stubble across his jawline, which looked like it could cut someone. A common analogy but it really could.
“Says the fuckers causing a scene!”
Midoriya watched the man in question lean back in the booth, crossing his arms as he went. His black shirt strained against the way his body moved, clinging to the muscles which decorated his torso, it stretched up his shirt all the way to his jaw. He wanted to be that shirt.
“Your the one yelling at the top of your voice.”
”Because I’m sat with immature imbeciles!”
Tattoos peeked up from under the man’s shirt, with one arm decorated with explosions, his neck black and white looking like henna from this distance. These in turn matched the piercings he had, a nose ring, a tongue, and many decorating his ears.
“C’mon Bakugo!” Hashiga whined, as his grip tightened on Midoriya’s wrist. Too distracted to realise how hard it felt. Midoriya was brought back to the presence feeling his arm becoming loose.
”We all know you want to! Don’t act like you have a clean past!”
Snarling Bakugo suddenly pounced, hand grasping hold of Hashiga’s wrist. He held it tight enough veins appeared on Bakugos’s wrist, and Hashiga’s hand turned a violent shade of purples.
Midoriya was free, he would back up grabbing hold of his arm acting like he was defending it, in reality was reattaching his arm before it fell out his sleeve and terrified everyone.
“Hey! Man! Chill out!” Hashiga yanked on his wrist, trying to free it from Bakugo’s grip.
”Not so fun now is it?!” Bakugo grinned baring his white teeth, as his tongue poked out revealing a piercing. Suddenly he let go, sending Hashiga crashing to the floor, causing quiete the scene.
Midoriya gradually backed up, staring at Bakugo as well as the three men at the table. “I-I… I-… n-new menus!”
“Don’t bother. We aren’t staying.” Bakugo rose to his feet, passing by the waiter as he gave the three men a glare. Automatically they were up following after him.
Midoriya didn’t move from that spot, before suddenly he was rising to the back of the cage.He ignored the worried servers as he passed the bar his smile gone completely. He just needed silence, needed to leave the whispering patrions.
He even ignored management, instead heading for the kitchens, barely avoiding sending someone flying where they were boiling the eggs.
Izuku slammed the door to the freezer open, before closing it behind him. Only now did he break down, falling backwards against the door as he let his head fall to his lap and tears stream down his face. Eventually management managed to get him to come out, being understanding as he gave context hiccuping his tears. He was sent home early, full pay guarantied.
It was only a few hours later he matched a name to the face of Bakugo. Katsuki Bakugo, Kacchan. His childhood friend, before his fashion-parents put him into high end schooling academies.
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It was the 16th hour of the 24 hour stream. They were over half way through, and Midoriya was on his 7th coffee, buried in a pile of blankets as he worked through the horror game. Friday the 17th. A game in honour of Tsukuyomi usual choices for games, the male has been hoping to do such a game for a while now and was happy to do so in a group setting.
Admittedly a few of the group had fallen asleep at their desks, such as Ugravity, Alien-Queen, Chargebolt, and a few others. The rest were still going strong, allowing those who had passed out to sleep.
The stream alway started at midnight in Japan, this was to allow people to get home from real jobs or spend the day sleeping to prepare themselves. Of course not everyone was able to stay up for so long, and others sleep schedules were not happy with the change, with others not being able to nap before hand. So what of course people fell asleep, last time only Chargebolt and Insomiac (342k) were left awake when the timer went off.
Midoriya had a feeling he would be one of those passed out at their desk soon enough, barely keeping his eyes open as he ran into another wall. His v-tuber was unconnected to his face, in a sleeping idle in the corner of his stream. This meant he could move his camera to the side, having no need for it to be hooked up to his face, and have plenty of even more room to spread his blankets and pillows across the place.
Midoriya was in a way… willingly trying to fall asleep. He just wanted to curl up in his bed, and drift into dreams far, after away from the rest of the world. Earlier had really gotten to him. The streamer was horrified, and prepared to cry into next week. He had the tissues out and all ready.
He didn’t want to stream tonight, arriving a good 30minutes late to the group his stream turned on, yet on the waiting screen.
When he managed to get on his had to turn down the volume of his headset from the ‘class’ talking to their ‘new classmates.’
He chose not to say anything, keeping quiet as he listened to them talk about what games they were planning to play. The first hour of every stream was someone scree recording their screen on ‘Paint’ making a list of what they would play.
No one noticed him sneak in due to his silence, apart from Dynamite who would speak to Midoriya under the louder voices of the group.
“Oi. Deku chat room 3.” Dynamite barked out the orders at the male, switching over to the other servers room.
Dynamite ignored both their chats giggling like school girls as he checked in on him. A few people in other streams heard them. Every stream had everyone had different volume levels depending on who they were talking to, very few had Deku and Dynamite on very loud. Now in another server, it was just them and their streams.
“What’s fucking wrong?”
Deku huffed speaking for the first time since he turned on his stream. “nothing…”
”That’s the biggest load of shit I have heard in my life.” Bakugo scowled.” And Chargebolt is a daily person I talk to.”
Midoriya couldn’t help the laugh that left him, a smile across his face as he looked at the man’s avatar. “Dynamite!”
”Not wrong.”
Midoriya allowed the smile to fade.” Bad work day… ran into some people I hoped to never see again…” He sighed softly as he loaded up the first game, Minecraft for Creati. It matched her name in a way.
“…”Dynamight thought for a few moments in his stream, thinking of how to comfort the other streamer: “Don’t feel pressured to chat as much as you usually do.”
”I-… thank you…”
”I won’t snitch if your the first one ‘asleep.’”
Midoriya only bashfully giggled. “Someone turning soft?”
”Shut up nerd!” Dynamite snapped back, yet was clearly smiling through the screen as he chuckled, “Everyone has shitty work days! It’s not like I can’t fucking sympathise.”
”Whatever you say Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.”
”Piss off! I made this account when I was ten!” Dynamite however was still laughter despite snapping at the other streamer.
Midroiya only rolled his eyes. “If I switch over to your stream will I see some baby hands then?”
”They asked for this not me!”
”Didn't want to see your face in your web-cam, just your hands. They really think your ugly…”
”HEY!”
This was absolutely getting clipped by multiple people currently to add to the videos shipping them. Wouldn’t be surprise if it’s on Hero-Tok as a trending sound in less than 10minutes.
Now, later on in the stream they pretended the conversation had never happened, instead moving around the game barely taking to his stream as they played ‘Friday the 13th.’ This was always a quiet stream, most people watching were asleep generally.
Midoriya watched his character climb through a window, ducking down as he moved to the nearest a draws looking though them. He already had a walkie-talkie, now his aim was some firecrackers or the very least something to heal himself with.
“Hello? Hello?”
Midoriya’s character went still, as did he as he froze up. It had only been a few minutes, had he already been found? As he listened to the voice he glanced up, watching the pop in the corner with a phone symbol next to it.
”I’m here, Deku. West side.” Midoriya yawned as he rubbed his eyes.
“AYO Deku-bro! Anyone with you?”
”Nope, no one else spawned down here by the looks of it, all the houses are unraided.” Midoriya yawned as he spoke, finding some fire crackers, moving to the bathroom, opening windows as he went to jump through if needed.
“Grape-Juice, and Insomniac are with me by 4 seater car, North side.”
Midoriya nodded before realising he couldn’t see him. “G-got it! I’ll have a look around for a battery, probably at the barn.”
”Keep your eyes peeled bro, Froppy is down there currently being chased.” Crimson-Riot warned the other streamer. Froppy did actually have a wallow-talkie, unable to speak as she was currently hiding in the bushes.
”Killer?”
”Dynamite. Oi, Insomniac I have some spray for you.”
Midoriya let out a groan at the sound of it being Dynamite. “He’s way too blood thirsty… it’s too late for this.” The boy pouted as he moved through game, climbing through a window to head to the next house.
”Yeah, he said he was going to go all French on Froppy.”
”But… isn’t that kinda…?”
”Yup.”
Midoriya groaned again, knowing Dynamite didn’t mean it offensively. The man openly talked about his skills in the kitchen, whilst people with context knew he wasn’t trying to be be offensive- others wouldn’t.
They would just have to hope, something else during the stream brought the attention away from him.
”Of course…” Midoriya yawned again, leaning back against his chair as he grumbled. “I think I’m going to be next to fall asleep…”
”I can tell bro, you are yawning like maaad!” Crimson-Riot chuckled as he drank another energy drink. “ I had no work before hand, so I am PUMPED!”
Midoriya let out a jealous grumble. “I wish I had your energy, I can barely keep my eyes open. Heading to you now.”
He hummed as he moved through the bushes towards the group, careful to avoid anywhere near to the barn. He was quick as he moved, noting down all the houses that had been raided and hadn’t been. Though he came to a stop noticing the house with the phone.
”I’ve found the phone!”He lit up, his character running over as he started the processes of calling. Knowing that the fact the phone was working meant that someone else had repaired it. He should avoid heading to the back of the house due to the likely hood to find the repairer dead.
“FUCK YEAH! Deku-bro has found the phone!” Kirishima grinned as he spoke to the others.
Midoriya leaned back in his chair, curled up under the blankets, he held down on his keyboard taking a sip of his drink through the straw whilst his other hand scrolled through chat. He toned out the sound of Red-Riot chatting to the others.
He may as well take this time to engage in his followers who were still awake and going strong. “Thanks for the 10 subs, CrispyLips692!”
His character would emote, stretching out before giving a smile at the camera, holding up a smoothie as if cheering. Before returning to their idle-sleeping emote.
The man smiled, always appreciating those who watched his stream, even if they watched for a few minutes and then left.
“BlondeVampire said…” his words trailed off, realising he couldn’t really repeat what they said regarding their characters lack of injuries. He gulped as he continued to read the long message, they liked bloo- Pardon?
Casually he would mute their messages from showing up to others in the chat.
”Yeah personally I hope I don’t get hit, because-“
“Dynamite heard tha-!” Red-Riot was cut off by Midoriya screaming in terror, a knife flying into his character.
The male would slam his hands back onto the keyboard, moving his character to rush through the household.
He knocked his drink in his rush to hide running through the house, luckily it was empty but landed pretty hard on his keyboard which even people through his microphone would be able to hear.
”HOUSE BY THE BOAT!” He yelled out to Red-Riot, hearing Dynamite laughing maniacally from outside throwing another knife through the window, Midoriya barely moved out the way in time.
“Aw, what’s wrong Deku?” He growled out, watching Midoriya scurry around inside the windows.
He smashed a window by Midoriya, chuckling when the male would squeal in fear. Dynamite stalked the male, as he moved around, careful to make sure Midoriya didn’t know his exact locations. “You seem a bit… distressed.”
Sadistic much?
“Because you STABBED me!”
Midoriya ran through the room eventually finding some beds he could climb underneath. He cowered below them listening to the door be kicked in. His finger was ready to have his character hold their breath.
“I did?” Dynamite spoke as he finally entered the house, he moved slowly checking every corner for the man’s character. Midoriya built his characters for speed and stealth in this game. “I really couldn’t tell.”
He waited patiently for Midoriya to bite back at him, which would help him figure out the streamers location. He received no response.
“Don’t go-“ he smashed up a window, “QUIET, on me now Deku.”
He turned his character into breaking a wall and door down. Midoriya knew how Dynamite worked, he often smashed the building up in hopes they would leave their hiding spot to run, chickening out. So despite all the noise he didn’t move at inch, holding his breath as Dynamite walked past him.
“Red-Riot is severely bad at paying attention to his surroundings.” He spoke out, Liam wrong carefully as he moved through the house. He was running out of things to break.
”Went on about your location when I was right behind him.”
“…” Midoriya brought his knees up to his chest, inching closer to the screen. His nose was practically touching the pixels. He was going against his rule of not getting too close to the screen to avoid eye damage. His stream would be scowling him if his v-Tiber wasn’t in idle mode. His entire body jolted as he watched dynamite rip open a bed across from him, his hand covered his mouth instantly.
”Greenie…~ I know you’re still in here.” He chuckled as he spoke, knowing Midoriya was holding his breath under one of the two beds that were left in the room untouched. They were the last thing she was to destroy, so he knew one of them was his hiding place. “Hmm…”
Despite this he would leave the room, waiting for Midoriya to take the bait. He could wait. The group had a habit of leaving no one behind.
He frowned when Midoriya didn’t take the bait instantly. However he was just as stubborn as the green haired streamer, and would happily wait as long as he had to for any sound at all. Dynamite loved to play with his food.
“Me, Earjack and Grape-Juice are on our way!”
Red-Riot spoke through the speaker, swiftly driving as fast as he could through the map. They managed to get all the parts of it, which would allow him to rescue him all the easier.Grape-Juice was less than happy regarding the fact they weren’t leaving, he hadn’t fully fallen into the groups dynamic just yet.
Insomniac was working on the second car whilst Dynamite was busy, hoping to get it working as well. Which would be a very, very rare occurance within this game.
“Try get outside!” Red-Riot would add after a few moments knowing Deku was very, very quiet within this game. Now came the risks, leave the bed and hope he didn’t get grabbed, or leave the other three to the wolves when Dynamite went for them instead of him. Midoriya chose the former creeping out from under the bed.
He checked the other room, finding that Dynamite was no where to be seen. Allowing him to climb through the window.
”Got you.~” Dynamite chuckled as he came around the corner snatching up Deku just before he managed to get through. Deku shrieked in terror, almost falling off his chair as he grabbed hold of his microphone.
“No, no, no, no!” Deku whined out, desperately trying to break free as he spammed his ‘B-Button.’
“Please, please, please!” He tried to desperately bargain despite knowing Dynamite wasn’t going to let him go that easily.
“I can hear you pressing that button through the screen.” Dynamite took his time carrying Midoriya into the bathroom of all places. Dread hit the male hard, knowing that Dyanmite was going to take his time killing him. Dynamite would drop him, not caring for the fact that Midoriya may have broken free. He briefly noticed a message pop up on his other screen away from his streams eyes from the male on discord: “Red, if too much.”
Midoriya stared at it clearly confused for a few seconds before turning back to his game.“Dynamite!” Midoriya fought to get past the male, the doorway blocked by Dynamite, who didn’t even bother pressing on his screen even as the firecrackers were dropped stunning him. He was confident Deku was going no where.
“What’s wrong? Can’t get by?” He grinned as he spoke, watching the male struggle before him, pushing up against his character which didn’t work at all.
“Because you won’t move!” Midoriya whined out, only to continue to yell at Dynamite when he moved out the way only to get right back into position.
“But I just did?”
“…” Midoriya‘s silent annoyance was Crystal clear.
“Beg.” Dynamite grinned, happy to get the chat screaming. It was his personal joy to do so, paired with how predatory got within the game, it was no surprise he was doing this now.
“I-I’m sorry?” Midoriya needed him to repeat that for him, his face burning a horrific shade of red. Now he knew what the message meant.
”Go on bunny. You heard me.”
“N-No!”
“Oh well then…” Dynamite let out a sigh, aiming a knife and sending it at Deku who would cry out not being able to duck in the small space he was in. “Okay! Okay…!”
Midoriya hesitated, unsure of how to go about this. Only to gasp when Dynamite began to aim another knife at him. “P-please please!”
He caught his breath. “P-please Dynamite? I-I’d like it if you let me go…”
Dynamite listened to this as on another account he pulled up Deku’s stream to be able to look at both chats at the same exact time. It seemed a lot of people were suddenly wide awake. He chuckled against the microphone, being a complete sadist as he turned back to the game. “We both know that’s not good enough, bunny.”
Dynamite also may have very strong love for embarrassing others
“I-I’ll be… g-good?” Instantly Midoriya regretted it, gulping as his cheeks went numb from how red his face had become. Thank god his v-tuber wasn’t on right now.
”That sounded more like a question Deku.” Dynamite would deny the fact he was close to getting off on this.
”I’ll be good! I promise Dynamite, j-just… please don’t kill me?”
Dynamite hesitated before chuckling. “Pardon?”
Midoriya would take this the wrong way, assuming Dynamite wanted something else after a stream a few weeks ago regarding a 18+ stream, being a truth or dare game with the chat controlling it. It quickly turned towards kinks. “P-please D-daddy…?”
Dynamite short-circuited. As did the chat.
Dynamite went silent for a minute, catching his breath ignoring the car engine coming from outside the building. Leaning towards his microphone he threw all acknowledgment of how the BakuDeku shippers would take this, including how others would. He spoke out in the tone from the Tuesday stream again. “Will you be a good boy for your Daddy, little bunny?”
”Y-yes…” Midoriya couldn’t barely speak at this point, shaking in his chair. His crush on the man had caused his heat to try and explode from this conversation. “D-daddy…”
”Excuse me but, WHAT?!” Earjack spluttered out loudly, appearing out of no where. Dynamite couldn’t help himself as the tension cracked, he fell into a wave of laughter. Tears rolled down his face his arms grasping hold of his stomach as he struggled to stop himself from laughing so hard.
Red-Riot rushed forwards slamming the bat into Dynamite’s side. The man would away before falling backwards and landing onto the ground completely stunned. “Go! Go! Go!” The male yelled out to Midoriya, as he launched himself through a window to escape.
Midoriya wasted no time in running off, moving as fast as he could to leave the building rushing for the car. Only to find… it wasn’t there… instead driving away- Grape-Juice at the wheel.
”TRAITOR!” Earjack swore as loud as she could, rushing towards the woodland area. Midoriya would hesitate, before following after her, as scrambled through the woodland bushes.
“W-wait up Ea- AH!” Midoriya cried out as Dynamite grasped hold of him using his ability to catch up.
Dynamite didn’t say a word as he would snap his characters neck, before running off towards the car Grape-Rush was driving.
“Hey Deku.” Froppy, the first to die would hum after watching his death sequence. “It seems Dynamite caught up to you as well. I was grabbed jumping through a window in the barn.”
“Hey Froppy.” Midoriya slurped his drink, crossing his legs as he lazily moved through the spectating screen. “Grape-Juice left us.” He didn’t speak this unkindly, only as a matter of fact.
”Dynamite isn’t happy.” Froppy replied, watching Grape-Juice being hunted down once Dynamite managed to stall the car.
”He never is happy when things like this happen.” He was referring to the rare times they would betray each other whilst Dynamite was killer.
”From my observations, Dynamite’s biggests pet peeve is leaving others behind.” Creati spoke softly, as she watched the game. She was the second to die.
She stuttered realising that she said that as a matter of fact. “Pardon me, it’s what I understood after watching several of his streams.”
”You’re not incorrect Creati, don’t worry.” Midoriya smiled seeing how nervous the woman was, knowing she didn’t wish to come off the wrong way.
“I’m fact you’re completely correct.” Insomniac spoke, he had managed to make it over the road with Red-Riot in the two seater car. “He’s chasing Grape-Juice down only.”
This in turn caused others to look through the spectating screen, seeing Zoom(163k)and Tsukuyomi waiting for the police after calling them. Dynamite had passed by them without so much of a glance.
“That sounds like Dynamite.” Midoriya tried to make light of the conversation with a sweet laugh, as he crossed his legs. “Grape-Rush is going to have to leave that the hard way.”
”Serves the pervert right.” Alien-Queen yawned as she spoke, awakening from a nap. She had willingly chosen to spectate and not play the game so she could rest her eyes. But woke up due to the conversation between the other streamers.
Her stream in question would suddenly show the ‘Be back Soon! <3’ page, with dance music playing softly in the background.
”five, six, seven, eight.” She spoke softly, as other streamers heard the code word placing their streams on pause as well. Creati would hesitate, unsure if she heard correctly.
”Five, six…?”
”Seven, eight.” Red Riot finished for her, due to the fact those asleep couldn’t pause their stream they moved into another chatting stream of Disc-villian.
“Move into his stream, and look at the time stamps I just placed in the chat.” Alien-Queen scowled as she spoke, pasting the ones in questions. She also shared her screen with those in the discord chat, playing them for them as well. “He’s being disgusting.”
”In what way?”
”Making perverted comments.”
”He’s been doing what?!” Red-Riot yelled out, as he pulled up Grape-Juice’s stream on his alt account. He didn’t need to because Alien-Queen was already playing them.
16:21:34:” Creati would be so much hotter if she had a bigger ass.”
“5:19:24, I’m grateful that EarJack sounds bitchy, because I’m not into flat girls.”
“3:61:63, it’s disappointing non of these people have face cams on, so I know if I’m jacking off to hot people.”
”1:29:60, Deku sounds hot, I wouldn’t mind having a private stream with him. If you know what I mean.”
”15:30:23, Why-“
”I think we’ve heard enough pinks.” Red-Riot spoke kindly cutting over the video that was playing, sighing with his head in his hands. No that anyone could see this of course.
“Sorry y’all… I found a bad one…” EarJack spoke referring to the fact she brought in someone that didn’t fit them into their class. It wasn’t the first time this had happened with streamers being introduced.
Earjack had sent the invite to GrapeJuice on his Instagram due to his unique stream set up, focused around the colour purple and grapes. As well as this his streams weren’t engaged with that much, despite the fact those who did enter found them interesting and would stay to watch.
“Don’t worry.” Froppy spoke softly. “We shall have Ingenium explain to him that he doesn’t fit the class after the game.” She hummed, already sending a private message to Ingenium to see if he would wake up. Ingenium was the ‘head’ of the streaming group.
”All this attention has gone to his head…” Insomniac grumbled under his breath, watching Grape-Juice’s screen. There was a LOT more people than usual watching due to him playing with Class-1A
“Just play it cool” Red-Riot would comment, as he got ready to set his stream back up and running. “We don’t want to give him a negative experience no matter how… rude, he has been.”
“Fine…” Mina huffed loudly, sulking yet would listen to her lovers instructions.
Midoriya awkwardly wiggled his joints as he set his stream back up, rubbing around where his arms connected. They always bothered him when he wore them for too long, he would slowly slip them off, making sure his sigh of relief couldn’t be heard as the aching left him the second he placed them on the table, using his knees to make sure they didn’t fall now them were off. Leaning backwards he would chat with his stream as well as the other streamers, as he awaited for this game to finish.
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“Wait, you’re kicking me out… because i DITCHED, you in a GAME?” Grape-Juice spoke in his whiny tone of voice, grasping hold of his microphone as he spoke towards Ingenium.
Ingenium who had woken up to deal with the problem at hand, due to the fact he was much more cool headed than the others when it came to these situations.
“Absolutely not, that would be shameful of us. We are not accepting you into Class-1A due to you being compatible.”
The streams were all on pause again, minus GrapeJuice who had downright refused the request. So many people had moved over to his stream to hear the tea.
“Not compatible?! HOW?!”
”The language used is not appropriate for our younger audiences, due to this not being an 18+ stream. You were informed of this fact.” Ingenium continued to explain the reasonings calmly as the rest of the group sat around muted.
”E-eh?! But Creati and Tsukuyomi messed up more than me! And they get to stay?!” What he was referring to, was Tsukuyomi making what could be seen as a dark joke regarding murder, as well as Creati very briefly voicing the alcohol she liked.
Ingenium sighed softly. “Creati and Tsukuyomi apologised for misspeaking.”
”Well, Sorry? Is that good enough!” GrapeJuice was spluttering in a quick tone at this point.
“People within Class 1-A have been watching your stream as well as watching Creati and Tsukuyomi.” This was a usual practice with new people.” It came to light that comments made in your stream are derogatory and due to this I’m sorry but we can not accept you into Class 1-A.” Ingenium spoke in a firm voice.
“So other people can make comments about others but I CANT?!”
”Like who exactly?” Ingenium questioned wanting to make sure he didn’t sound hypocritical if people in the Class had been making comments as well.
”Red-Riot called Alien-Queen good looking!” GrapeJuice fought back with his words, huffing and puffing. “Chargebolt asked Insomnia for a kiss-“
“Red-Riot and me are dating…” Alien-Queen spoke into her microphone, unmuting herself briefly, as did a few other as they started to speak as well against the male. She didn’t include Chargebolt and Insomnia since they were not yet public.
“SO?!” Grape juice had panic in his voice due to his claims hitting a wall, speaking over everyone. “H-how d-do you know and U-Ugravity aren’t dating?!”
”Because I’m a lesbian.” A few snorted into their microphones at this, covering their mouths quickly.
”T-That’s not the point!” He spoke like a five-year old, whining pathetically. “W-What about Deku! I-I-I could be making comments because w-we are dating. You don’t know! So you can’t point fingers at me!”
Midoriya sighed, pulling an arm on and beginning to answer as he unmuted his microphone. “Look-“
”Like the fucking nerd would ever date someone the likes of YOU.” Dynamite had a snarl in his voice, coming to the man’s defence. Slowly a blush rose up on Midoriya’s face, he used the blanket to hide his face despite no one being able to see him currently. A soft embarrassed mumble left his lips during this time, the microphone too far away to pick anyone up.
“The at you talk about what you’d do to people, as well as their appearance is DISGUSTING. Even if this was an 18+ stream!”
”Don't act all high and mighty with me now!” GrapeJuice huffed and puffed as he kicked his feet back and fourth. “After what you and Deku were doing!”
Deku flushed a bright, bright shade of red as he spluttered. “I-I…”
”Now. Grapejuice, Dynamight-“ Ingenium was cut off.
”This was done with fucking consent. Unlike YOU!” Dynamight responded instantly. “To fucking add on, this is a 16+ stream! Jokes like that can be made, but not to the fucking extreme you have been. You’re being fucking creepy! Talking in detail about what you would do with the girls and Deku! It may as well be 21+!”
“Don’t start acting all high and mighty now, after chasing me through the game!” Grape juice yelled at the male in anger. This of course sparked an uproar as the group began to speak out against GrapeJuice being drowned out by Dynamite and GrapeJuice but still continued to speak.
”I thought it was just a game…?” Dynamite spoke out with a grin in his voice as he used GrapeJuice’s earlier defence against him.
“Dynamite, please.” Midoriya spoke out trying to calm the male down.
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“I-I-“ Grapejuice rushed to find something to use against him. “You… y-you… f-fag-!”
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“Excuse me?” Silence entered the call, including Grape-Juice as Midoriya chuckled the words out. “Could you, repeat that please?”
He spoke pure rage in his tone of voice as he growled the words out.
He would wait a few seconds before speaking again. “I think this is the first time you’ve been quiet this entire stream. Now. Apologise to Dynamite, and think twice before you use that language again.”
”But-“
Midoriya slammed down with his hands, hitting his keyboard as he did this. “Keep your excuses out of your mouth! In fact, just keep it shut.”
The male pulled the other arm on, doing the straps. He needed the phantom feeling of gripping down on something, even if he had a lack of a sensory experience within his arms.
“D-Deku!” Ugravity began to try and speak only for the green haired streamer to cut over her. “He needs to hear this.”
Pointing at the screen he ignored his stream in the corner, as he continued to ridicule GrapeJuice as though he was a child. “You have been inappropriate this entire time! We have literally been watching you and there is clear video evidence regarding what has been said.”
His eyes were narrowed as he spat out the words. “You are, crude, perverted and childish. Are you a twelve year old GrapeJuice?”
“N-no…”
”Rhetorical question, that only proves my point! You’re acting like you’re a twelve year old gossiping to your friends in class, making sure no one could hear you apart from those you want to.” Deku held his head in his hands as he kept speaking.
“We have been sat here… for SEVENTEEN hours. Dealing with your behaviour. Then you whine and act confused when we refuse to allow you to enter the streaming group? Don’t make me laugh.” When Midoriya got angry, he got angry. Really angry. Hence why he couldn’t stop everything from pouring out of him, as far as anyone could remember he had only snapped twice before.
Regarding a disabled joke, and an argument with another streamer.
“We have tried to be patient, we honestly have. But after a while there is only so much we can take.” He leaned backwards on his chair, crossing his arms as he tried to not snap.
“Add on to the language that has been used. Such as wanting to get me all alone and defenceless in a room so you could-“
Midoriya heard the brief 100 subs alert on his stream, pausing as he managed to calm down for a moment taking a deep breath. The person in question would have their message pop up on screen as a voice: “Deku, your face camera is on!”
The male spluttered, moving instantly as he pulled up what others on his stream could see, seeing that indeed the camera was on.
Thankfully his face was unable to be seen, it was too low to see anything above his shoulders, however his entire torso could be seen, including his-
He pulled the plug, watching the screens go dark leaving him in a dark room left with just him and his thoughts. He didn’t move from his spot on his chair, only slump backwards into the blankets he was buried in.
They knew.
Everyone knew.
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Social media experienced the biggest boom it had ever experienced since AllMight announced his hiatus from social media for half a year.
Of course he wasn’t the biggest streamer in the world, not by an insane amount, but he was one of the first streamers to be an amputee. Of course there was always a streamer missing a leg, or a finger. But never both of their arms, especially being a gaming streamer.
Almost everyone was talking about it, even those who never heard about him before.
The screen cap of his face camera being on was on every single social media platform, Hero-Tube, U.A. Instagram, even the Commission the largest video-con in the world had spoken out about it.
The video was posted all over the place, despite Midoriya desperately deleting that part of his stream from his page when it automatically uploaded itself. He had been sat there for five minutes before realising and logging into his account on his phone to delete everything regarding that last game.
The main thing however was the screen shots of his bedroom, such as his posters, bed and even how tidy his room was.
People online zoomed in on the prints he had of more popular streamers on his wall such as AllMight the most famous one in the world, as well as lesser known such as Midnight, and Present-Mic. Including those who stayed far away from the public eye yet were popular, such as EraserHead.
His bed which was a small double, no enough to long term share with a liver so he had to be single. Which meant that him and Dynamite dating wasn’t as official as the rumours said they were. His room was also incredibly tidy despite him not having a lover, so he had to be a clean freak.
Then his window, the more… conceding people chose to zoom in there… trying to look through his black curtains and figure out where he lived.
Yet what topped these screenshots, were the videos. The video of his yelling at Mineta, of his flirting with Dynamite, yet what a lot of news stations were using, was when he pulled on one of his arms in clear view of the camera.
Midoriya wished they saw his face, and not his arms. However with it being his arms, the rare few who had seen him with them openly, and talked to him would be able to put two and two together.
Of course Midoriya knew non of this, after temporarily deleting all social media from his phone so he wouldn’t be tempted to look. So he would see how far his subs would have dropped, the hate, neither his emails.
He kept his discord on his phone, but had muted all messages to avoid talking to Class 1-A. His phone has been tossed across the room in an arc, landing by the door to stop him from being tempted to look.
Instead he turned his attention to Netflix- the only platform free from videos about him or of him. Where he was safe to browse as he pleased, and wallow in self-pity.
It was Sunday when his phone began to buzz across the room, snapping him out of the movie ‘Nimona.’ He whimpered, pulling his pillow over his head to drown out the buzzing. “Go away…” He knew it was a call due to the sound of AllMights Hero-Tube opening being played.
It couldn’t be work, as he had called them up saying he was on medical leave even forging a doctors note. And it couldn’t be his mother. She wasn’t on social media and called him every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. So she couldn’t be calling him today due to the fact it was a Sunday.
Midoriya whined dramatically, kicking his feet about like a toddler as he waited for it to leave. It continued for over ten minutes of Midoriya hidden under the blankets. Eventually he crawled like a caterpillar through his blankets, rolling off of his bed and picking up his phone- he only did this when he realised it wasn’t going to turn off, he pouted, snatching hold of it and pressing it to his ear.
“Look… Mum, I’m a bit busy right now I promise that I’ll come around and have dinn-“
“Last I checked, my name isn’t fucking ‘Deku’s Mum.’” Midoriya went still at the voice, pulling his phone away to look at the caller-ID: ‘🧡💥Dynamite💥🧡’
He hung up.
It took less than a second for Dynamite to be calling him again. Midoriya hesitated, yet would bring the phone back up to his ear mumbling away under his breath.
”I’m going to pretend. That didn’t happen.” Dynamite spoke surprisingly calmly despite being hung up on. Midoriya wouldn’t say a word as he returned to his cocoon bringing the phone with him.
”Now. Get your ass on Disc-Villian.”
”But-“
”Shut it. I don’t want to hear no ifs or buts. Get on. NOW!” He scowled the male making it clear he wasn’t taking his shit anymore.
”I don’t wanna…” He whimpered out softly, really not wishing to crawl out of his bed.
”I don’t care. How about THAT!”
”Hmpft…”
“Now Deku.”
Midoriya would face plant into a pillow, muffling his screams before he would slowly roll from his bed, wrapped in blankets as he hissed like a cat as his bare chest met the cold outside world. He had to bring a blanket due to that! And maybe that blanket turned into his entire duvet.
Leaning forwards the green haired male would waddle over to his PC-Set up, turning it on at the switches impatiently waiting. Dynamite was even less impatient. “Fucking hurry up will you?! I don’t have all day!”
”I have to plug it all back in…” Midoriya spoke in a whisper.
”Eh?! Speak up!”
”I have to plug it all back in.” Midoriya repeated himself for the male.
”Who the actual hell unplugs their entire setup?! Turn it off like a normal person would!”
”It’s just in case Dyanmite.” Midoriya explained softly, speaking of which he turned the camera the entire way around to be facing the wall. Far away from him.
“Well your ‘just in case’ is stupid! Takes too long.”
”N-no it doesn't!” Midoriya was quick to defend his anxious habit.
”Stick something over the PC-camera, and shove the main camera and microphone into a draw! DONE!”
That was a lot more simple to be fair.
”Oh…”
”oHhHhH!” Dynamite would mock him, watching Deku’s online symbol pop up on Disc-Villian. He could hear Midoriya panic at the amount of messages flooding him in seconds, and would stead him away in a calm voice. “Ignore them . Come into chat room 3. I promise no one will bother us.”
Because Dynamite threatens them, and managed to somehow make him a mod to temporarily ban even Ingenium their ‘class-rep’ from joining.
”Are you sure…?”
”Yes, I’m sure Deku. No one is in here but me.” He paused before continuing.
“I promise you’re safe.” He confused in a much kinder voice. “Take your time joining Deku, I’m not going anywhere.”
He hung up the call, leaving Deku to his own devices. Of course Deku hesitated, but managed to work up the confidence to join after a few minutes.
“I’m her- DYNAMITE!” Deku shrieked as he looked up to see a face, looking awa before he managed to get an actual look other an a blurred out image in his head. “Y-you camera is on!”
”I’m aware Deku.”
“B-but-“
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“Hey, look at me. Alright?” He spoke with a frown. “Trust me alright. Don’t turn your camera on if you don’t want to nerd.”
Midoriya took his time in lifting his head up, facing the screen to be able to see the man more clearly. He was unable to get a view above Dynamite’s chin, just enough to see his plump lips, which were slightly parted revealing the whites of his teeth.
His eyes continued to move as he got more comfortable, taking in the man’s muscular frame as he leaned back casually in his black chair. Midoriya would have been drooling at the musical tattooed frame, if it wasn’t for the anxiety racing through his veins the very same moment.
“Deku?”
”I-im looking…”
“You sure?” He questioned as he raised an eyebrow, his hands moving up to scratch his chin.
”Y-yes?”
”Prove it.”
“Orange walls, and cross in your shirt, explosion on the left hand in the shape of an explosion.
Dynamite was happy with the words he spoke, nodding firmly before speaking. “I’m going to show you something, tell me at any point if you are uncomfortable.
”Okay?” Midoriya felt confusion hit him, watching Dynamite lift up a hand to his collar. He was distracted by the explosion tattoos lining his hands to realise what he was looking at, at first. Only to let out a soft breath when he finally understood.
”You…”
As Dynamite exposed his throat, it revealed disturbing scaring, it wrapped around his throat like barbed wire, then a hand at another angle, a knife at another. Slowly Midoriya’s heart would break, realising the man who seemed so strong was actually just like him.
“How- sorry…” Midoriya flinched knowing that the ‘how’ may be a sensitive topic, just how his was.
”Nah, it’s fucking fine.” Dynamite spoke out, crossing his arms, not bothering to fold back up his collar.
”Got grabbed by this guy running from the police when I was thirteen or so. Took me as a hostage, setting fire to the place as he went.”
He leaned back in his chair, tossing his arms over the backs of them. “No one helped until we both passed out from the smoke.”
He pointed at his throat. “You can blame this for my speech.” Dynamite was referring to his tone and how loud he was.
“I’m happy… you got everything back.” Midoriya smiled softly, only to feel instantly regret as Dynamite waved hearing aids in front of the camera.
“Nahhhh, lost my right ear.”
”I-I’m sorr-“
”Its just a fucking pain, but it’s life Deku it’s fine.”
Midoriya went silent as he played with his hands, Dynamite would grunt, a distasteful look over taking his face. “Look. You’re not the only one. Stop beating yourself up, your not fucking alone alright nerd?”
”alright..”
“Say it.”
”I’m not alone.”
“Good.”
Silence generated between the two of them, as Midoriya would stare silently down at his lap. Contemplating his next moves, he knew Dynamite. Very well in fact, and had known him for three years during their life streaming.
Midoriya had come across the male in a video game, not being aware of his true identity Dynamite due to an alternative account. At the time both of them had been in different streaming groups, the BakuSquad and Dekusquad. Pretty damn similar.
The two hit it off within this game, with Deku being a very very small streamer at the time, and Dynamite being much higher due to appearing in U.A.’s ‘gaming festival,’ he came out first place and so his popularity exploded. Despite his ‘low’ sun count, millions of people watch his videos on Hero-Tube, despite his lack of streaming on that platform due to the guidelines that his vocabulary didn’t agree with.
The two… literally made Class 1-A, they and the streamer Shoto were known as the ‘Big Three’ the three who created Class 1-A, and the community that surrounds it. Yes Ilda may be in charge, but he didn’t start Class 1-A. Admittedly the class may had been Midoriya’s idea after he wished to impress Dynamite when his crush began to emerge.
Due to this… Midoriya trusted Dynamite, he was the only one online who knew about his second job outside of streaming, the bullying he had experiences and more. Everything but-… his face, name, and arms. He knew everything else.
Hence why, after much hesitation he reached for the camera. “Can I show you this time…? On my terms.”
Dynamite frowned,” I aint been on fucking social media Deku, I wasn’t interested in seeing something you didn’t want seen.”
Midoriya’s heart stuttered like an old car engine.
”Anyways, your fucking body. Your choice.”
Slowly Midoriya developed a sweet and awkward smile as he slowly turned the camera around, avoiding his face he showed his torso hidden by the blanket loose not wrapped around him. He didn’t go any further, raising a hand to make an effort however froze as the usual anxiety peaked up.
”Take your time nerd.
“y-yeah…”
”And fucking breathe.”
Midoriya flushed red, before he took a long deep breath. In, and out. Slowly. His eyes drifted closed as he replaced his shoulders rolling them out at the same time. Calm thoughts.
“Like a bandaid.”
“Like a bandaid…” Midoriya repeated after the blonde haired streamer, counting down in his head starting at 5, admittedly he restarted this timer at 2 about three times. Before he yanked the blanket down, thrusting his arms forwards to prevent him from chickening out. The male went deadly still, as if expecting to be hit despite communicating to this man through a screen.
It was silent, until a soft chuckle met his ears.
”Fucking awesome.”
Confusion hit the male like a tidal wave as he reopened his eyes a frown overtook his face. “Awesome…?” He questioned gently, almost questing the man’s sanity at the same time.
”I-I’m sorry… pros?” Dynamite was now really confusing him. He had to have hit his head.
”Have you ever punched someone?”
Midoriya blinked, before being unable to stop the smile that erupted across his entire face. Same old dynamite.
“Make a fist.” The male instructed Midoriya.
However became utterly horrified as Midoriya would make a fist, yet with his thumb INSIDE. Unknowingly to him, Midoriya was doing this to tease the explosive male.
“YOU CALL THAT A FUCKING FIST?!”
Midoriya chuckled barely wincing at the loudness of the male through his speakers, though he did lower them to not disturb his neighbours despite it not being late yet.
“You absolute nerd! It’s no longer a pro! I take back my statement.” Midorya giggled watching Dynamite make a real fist with his hand. “Now THIS, is a first!”
The green haired male would giggle, a hand covering his mouth as he watched Dynamite leaning back in his chair, jabbing at the air in front of him. “I thought the thumb gave more power? You know, because the first is bigger?”
”You. Have. To be kidding me… Right?”
”Nope.” He popped the P, watching as red spread down Dynamite’s face slowly from the utter frustration he felt at the current moment in time.
“Do you WANT to break your thumb or something?!”
Midoriya paused, letting Dynamite process his words as he would but his bottom lip. Struggling to not laugh seeing Dynamite go still speechless for once in his life due to something he himself had said without thinking before hand.
“Oh shit. You don’t have thumbs.”
Midoriya snorted, before falling into a fit of giggles. He hugged around his stomach unable to stop himself as he hiccuped his laughter his head leaning back over the back of the chair as he brought his knees up to his chest. Dynamite chose to stare at him absolutely dumbfounded at why Deku was laughing at what he saw as insulting.
“Dynamite?” He managed to get out once catching his breath, it took him a few moments admittedly.
”Yes?”
“Thank you.”