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“Guys!! Turn on the TV right now.”
The students of class 3-A that were in the common room all startled as Denki rushed through the kitchen into the living area, intrigued but not surprised as the blond often burst out with “super important news”.
“What’s up Kami bro?” questioned Kirishima from his spot next to Bakugou, who had rolled his eyes and taken out his hearing aids at Denki’s exclamation.
“Deku just debuted like half an hour ago, and you guys have to see his fight right now.”
The class just got back from their spring break, and with graduation nearing so quickly, it was no surprise that individuals in the class would start breaking into the big leagues. Iida had already started at the beginning of their third year, since he was set up to take over Ingenium’s Agency.
Denki didn’t wait for his friends to respond, he just grabbed the remote from Tsuyu’s hands and changed channels.
“Kaminari, I was on the nature channel, wha-”
“I know, I know I’m sorry but trust me you all are going to want to see this.”
On the screen, a reporter is in front of the rubble and aftermath of what was clearly a serious fight, with buildings toppled over and smoldering fires being put out by a team of water heroes.
“And here you have it folks, while it may seem to be really disastrous, our statistics experts actually inform us that this is the lowest amount of damage compared to the risk level of the villain ‘WidowMaker’ that they’ve seen yet. With rising star Deku leading the frontal charge and his classmates Ingenium, Creati, and Tsukuyomi serving as support and transport to evacuate civilians, the injury and fatality rate is surprisingly low for-”
“Is that Deku??”
Bakugou was staring incredulously at the TV screen, having put his hearing aids back in. The rest of his classmates were in a similar state, jaws dropped as they stared at Midoriya. There, on the screen, was their resident sunshine friend, the one who could do no wrong and who some suspected was a reincarnated angel. Somehow, between the last time everyone saw Deku fight and now, he became even more attractive. Gone was the baby face that everyone thought would be permanent. His hair was neatly pulled back into a man bun, though it was falling out due to the fight, and the back of his head was sporting a newly shaved undercut.
The news channel was choosing to either bless or curse their viewers, because they replayed a clip of Deku catching what looked like to be two tons of brick flying at him, and then throwing it back at the villain, all while having that slightly deranged grin on his face. It was like throwing a sack of potatoes for him.
“Oh no that's hot.” someone murmured in the background.
Todoroki’s hair started smoldering.
“He’s shirtless, why is he shirtless?!”
“Is it bad that I kinda want to frame this picture.”
“Mon dieu.”
Another close up, this time Midoriya was straddling the villain who was clearly struggling on the ground. In his teeth were a pair of quirk-canceling handcuffs and his green eyes were full of irritation but also glee at his success. Black Whip was in use and very effectively tying down the villain. And it was ruining the entire class.
“I have to ask him out now.”
The teens all turned to look at Todoroki, who was still smoking through his clothes.
“How are you going to manage that Half n’ Half? Without combusting, I mean.” Bakugou cackled, having migrated to sitting on Kirishima’s lap.
“I will do it on fire if I have to.” Todoroki vowed, completely serious.
“Okay guys, let’s place bets, who thinks Todo here will actually manage to ask our resident number one bachelor out?” Sero asked, grinning lazily.
“Who the hell says he’s number one, huh??”
“Katsu, babes, you’re literally dating me, you can’t be number one bachelor.” Kirishima snorted.
The TV reporter continued droning on as the conversation’s grew louder, each voicing their opinion on Sero’s bet. On screen, Midoriya was doing an interview, clearly exhausted but still smiling even as his wounds continued to bleed sluggishly.
“Yeah, I mean it was a rough fight, but I’m here to stay, and I hope to inspire even half as many people as my predecessors! I couldn’t have done it on my own, of course, and I can’t wait for the rest of my class to join me on the big stage. It could have been anyone today, I was just lucky enough to be closest to the site.”
Midoriya’s interview continued for a few more minutes, and the class was still placing bets.
“Okay, last call!”
“Give it three days.” Bakugou muttered. “5,000 yen.”
Kirishima blinked owlishly at the blond, before laughing and throwing his arm around the boy. “You sure have a lot of faith!”
“The hell?? No I don’t, IcyHot over here just has a propensity for bursting into flames around Deku. The idiot is oblivious, not stupid. He’s gonna know something is up.” Bakugou retorted.
“Here is another close up from the battle, where Deku does a series of impressive twists midair in order to grab WidowMaker by the neck as he is airborne-”
A high pitched keening sound exits Todoroki’s mouth as he flops onto the ground next to the coffee table.
“You good man?” Kirishima asked, amusement dancing in his eyes.
“I need him to bend me over.” The dual quirk user declared.
“Ah.”
Just then, Midoriya bounced in, his hair wet from a shower and his chest bare but bandaged up where he had gotten wounded in his fight. A pair of gray All Might sweatpants hung low on his hips, which were bruised purple and blue.
“Hey guys! What are you all up to? Sorry I’m late for game night by the way, I was caught up with– Oh! You have it on screen! Man I wish they wouldn’t zoom in on me so much, I need to get sturdier fabric for my unifor– ohmygosh Shouto you’re on fire???”
“Kill me now.” Todoroki whined from his position on the floor.
Bakugou cackled.
In the end, the students had to evacuate the dorm since Todoroki took one look at Midoriya who was leaning over him in concern, and promptly burned down the coffee table.
Midoriya is banned from going shirtless.