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“How’s it going, earthlings, cryptids, and miscellaneous creatures of the algorithm? Today we will be playing roblox with your favourite people! Favorite people say HIII!” Izuku shouted at his cam, the chat spamming with excitement.
“Ah yes, my favorite unhinged weirdos. Let’s commit… content.” Said Shinsou, smiling.
“Ew shut up Toshi. Hi yes it’s me, Shouto…again. Sadly.” He said sarcastically.
“Hey there bunnies! It’s me Uraraka on Deku-kuns channel!” Ochako smiled sweetly to the camera as she did multiple times before.
This was the stream, at least to Izuku. How many people just get twenty-eight million any day? Surely not a lot, and Izuku was going to make sure this stream was memorable. There were already eight hundred people watching the stream and at minimum a hundred spamming the chat. His usual streams were from the minimum of ten thousand to one hundred thousand, the maximum? One million. And, hey, that's a lot. Imagine one million people came up to you?
Izuku usually posted on twitter the times he would start streaming but everyone already knew it was Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday. But one little Friday wouldn’t hurt right? Especially randomly at eight o’clock. So that explains the eight hundred rapidly growing to a thousand. Plus, it’s his twenty-eight million special, it’s meant to be special.
You might be wondering, that many viewers, and he’s only twenty-three? Well, him too. He also couldn’t believe it. When he first started streaming at fifteen, he was barely out of middle school, heck not even two hundred followers, now he has to beg mods to close the chat for one second so he doesn’t get distracted by a thousand people spamming.
Izuku has met up with streamers like Kai Cenat, Ishowspeed and a bunch of prank channels he hardly knows the names of. Youtubers like: Benoftheweek, Matpat and Larray. He catches flights to America like it’s nothing. Yet he’s so humble about it. His friends have to basically beg him to take them on trips with him, obviously they weren’t allowed to go where he was filming with other streamers or Youtubers, but to be able to go out with them was amazing. Having his own circle there with him really helped a lot.
“Welcome to the twenty-eight million special! I’m so happy to be able to spend this very very once in a life-time moment with all of you bunnies!” He said pointing towards the camera with his friends all sitting next to him, “As you all know, I've been streaming since I was fifteen, and never in a million years did I think I would ever have gotten past five hundred followers. I wish I could show my gratitude to each and every single one of you who have supported me through the years and have seen me and these losers through all our phases…and the one I never got over. So on from the formalities and straight to business, Toshi let’s hear it.”
“You all heard from Deku he’s just reached twenty-eight million, and this is a surprise stream. So we as his friends pondered and forced him to make us a part of this, we all don’t have any channels and don’t stream at all—but, we came up with an idea. This video is of his loving acquaintances—” Izuku nudged him in the rib, he yelped in response, “friends…making him feel as scared as possible. So we are going to play the only thing he’s scared of: horror games and q&a’s about his personal life,” he coughed, “obviously appropriate questions.”
“I’m already scared, they haven’t told me about the game at all.”
“For a good reason you’d say no if we told you.” Uraraka answers before continuing, “We had to literally explain everything to Shou ‘cause he’s too fucking dense to take the hint that you can’t know.”
“But seriously why that gam–” Ochako’s hand slammed against his mouth, her face warning him to shut up. Izuku watched in absolute shock, whatever the hell it is that they are making him play sure is scary.
“Okay! Uhm, why don’t you explain to me how the q&a’s are gonna work.” Izuku asked, he needed to change the subject while his screen loaded into the app.
“Oh well—you’re going to be asked questions—obviously, and we’re going to choose them. Then you just sit there and be pretty!” Ochako squealed, patting Izuku’s head.
“Loser behaviour.” Shinsou commented.
“Can’t be talking.” Shouto responded.
“Yeah and you? All you do is mope around the house the whole day if you're not filming on set. Your love life is non-existent, all you do is cry about how that one dude at our middle school was the one.”
“So we’re going there? You're quite the loser yourself, you go to bed when you see sunlight in your bedroom—like you’re a vampire or something. You keep this back-and-forth with this one dude, who’s—pardon my english—a rude little fuck. So yeah, I’d shut the fuck up.”
“Okay, you caught me there…but that is not a crime.”
“See? You’re not even in a secur relationship right now.” Shouto bit back. Oh. Oh. Izuku knew what he was referencing, he knew Shouto knew, which meant everyone obviously knew too. He looked at Ochako, who looked at Shinsou, who looked at Shouto who was smiling between the camera and them.
Izuku couldn’t contain it, “Are…you dying for Cher and AE.” He said, forcing his voice to sound like Kim Kardashian.
“Absolutely, that was the best thing I’ve ever seen.” Ochako responded giggling, in the same accent he forced.
“There was a report saying they were seen making out at a party.” Toshi added.
“I’m sure there was, she’s killing it still,” Said Ochako.
“But I would just feel insecur.” Todoroki finally added.
They stopped. Staring at each other with growing smiles on their faces, all together bursting out laughing. He grabbed onto the table, his head banging on it as he went down. Izuku loved these moments, especially referencing things they did together, like binge watching the Kardashians on movie night in their shared apartment. What? Rent’s expensive these days and Izuku has better things to spend money on.
He lifted his head up and checked the chat giggling.
@meatballz
waaa what are they referencing?
@dekunumberonefan212 {MOD}
what just happened, I was in the bathroom?
@heartstrung {MOD}
@dekunumberonefan212 {MOD} they js referenced something and r giggling, nothing new
@Pinkyyx
i’m watching with friends, one of them literally just told us what they’re referencing omg.
@warysoul
let’s share with the…confused crowd maybe??
@rarijackIScanon
sharing is caring, fellow bunny
@mochiitoshii
AUGHHSHWB toshi don’t listen 2 shouto he doesn’t know what he’s talking abt, ur veryyyyyyy handsome and we’re sure that dude will wanna be with u !!
@heartstrung {MOD}
Yo, @Pinkyyx SHAREEEEEE.
Izuku chuckled as he read the chat. “Oh my God, I didn’t think anyone was going to catch that! Well done, Pinky and your friend! Anyway we were referencing the Kardashians, cause they're just iconic like that.”
Shouto sighed, “Ugh, your fan is back again Toshi.”
“Where?!” He yelled.
“Can you shut the fuck up respectfully, my laggy ass PC just loaded now put in the game.” Izuku answered his yell sarcastically.
“Eat that up, Iz-Deku.” Said Ochako.
“I’m gonna beat you three up and kick you out if you don’t type this game on my PC right now.”
“Yes boss.” Said Shouto, covering his eyes with a bandana.
“Shou? Shou? What are you doing?” He asked, lifting himself up from the seat, but felt a hand push him back down.
“Shh! We’re putting the game on like you asked!” Ochako responded.
“He’s gonna freak.” Toshi sighed.
“We know.” Todoroki and Ochako said in unison.
What are they doing? Why are they covering his eyes? The game cannot be that scary. It’s just a bunch of Pixels, Izuku! Get it together. It’s just pixels! It's…just pixels. They wouldn’t do anything that would make you super uncomfortable. Right?
“Alright, take off the bandana Shou.” Ochako demanded.
“Ma’am yes ma’am.”
Izuku looked at the screen as soon as he felt the bandana’s material leave the lids of his eyes, he stared at it for a second, trying to make out the text since his vision was still blurry. Then he saw. And there was no fucking way in hell he was playing that monstrosity of a thing you’d call a “game.”
On the screen was the loading screen for Petapeta. His worst nightmare, great. Surely enough anyone would’ve thought the game on roblox he was most scared of was the Mimic, Apeirophobia or Reel Frights. But no, it was fucking Petapeta.
“Well, nice stream everybody, I’m out, Stream over. Go brag you survived. I’ll be crying in the corner.” Izuku got up before being pushed back down.
“Nuh uh, sweetheart not today, remember? Special stream?” Ochako held him down, until he relaxed his body. These fuckers were gonna get it afterwards.
“Now sit your ass down, we’re starting fucker.” Toshi commented.
Can Toshi actually keep his mouth shut for one second??? Izuku thought.
And so, they started. Everyone in the chat was defending him and were telling his squad they should’ve taken it easy on him. There was a scream count in the chat. That made everything so much worse. He even started crying at one point, when they got forty-five minutes in, there were twenty-five thousand people watching at that point and all his fans were saying how he was such a cute-ugly crier or how he didn’t deserve this and he was genuinely happy they were on his side! Why couldn’t they have just chosen a game like mimic, that would’ve made life so much easier! He had screamed seventeen times, started crying twice and hid in a classroom three times until Ochako came screaming and making a noise in each of the classrooms he hid in! Seriously he was so glad they were starting the Q&A right now or else he would've died—literally. No pun intended. Okay, very intended.
Izuku sniffled, “You guys are,” he sniffed again, “really mean.”
“Awh, Deku-kun, we couldn't let the fame get to you!” Ochako responded as she finished setting up the camera to show the couch and beanbags they were sitting on in his gaming room of the apartment.
“She’s right, but we’ll treat you afterward!” said Shouto.
“N’Yeah, whatever.” He answered in full sass. (Forcing his voice to sound like Kim Kardashian, once again)
“We are in charge of the questionnaire! Let’s get going!” Toshi shouted before continuing, “If you want your question to be in here, just go to Deku’s Insta and go to his newest story, press on the link and question away.”
“Okay first, do you and your friends go out often?” he asked.
“Well, duh. We try to go out a lot especially if we all have an empty schedule, like our friend Iida-kun, who is never free and doesn’t even bother to come and visit anymore—wouldn’t say the same for Toshi since all he does is wait for us to be free from ours since he’s a psychologist.”
“Wow, my personal information, not yours dude.” he sighed, continuing, "Anyways, Ochako chose this one, what career field would you have gone into if not streaming?”
“Oh uh, I’d probably be a data analyst—self-explanatory, or uhh—a teacher, I love kids, and I love teaching kids stuff. Watching them realize what it is that I'm explaining to them is the best part of it.”
“Oh, cool dude. I didn’t know that, let's move on.” He swiped down on Izuku’s phone, “Shou chose this one, do you have any siblings?”
Izuku’s face flushed. “Uhm..” Yeah they were right this was what he was most scared of. Izuku was a really private person on the internet. The only thing they knew about him were his friends names, and his content creator name: Deku. “Wow uhm we’re getting bold here bunnies,” he forced out a laugh, “Yeah I have two.”
His phone pinged. It better not be a question about them.
“Hah, I chose this one…right now. Could you tell us four things about each of them?” he said, smirking at Izuku. Wow, Karma really is a bitch isn’t it, Jojo?
“Oh! Well…sure,” he said through gritted teeth, “Uhm the oldest long ass hair…he works in the medicine field, his favourite colour is gray and he dyed his hair white last year.”
He sighed before continuing, “The youngest of my siblings is watching the stream right now, he’s not allowed to say anything in the chat, I visit him on weekends to play video games and he gets everything he wants.”
“I love how we already knew this.” Shouto commented.
“This must be mind-blowing for your bunnies, they actually found out information about you.” Ochako replied.
“That was hard to watch, Anyway moving on. Does your mother also have green hair?”
“Yes! The exact same hue, my siblings are always jealous and say I'm ‘mom’s little emerald’ because they have my dad’s hair colour and I have my mom’s.”
And so the never ending questionnaire went on and on. Izuku thought he wouldn’t survive another second of it, sitting on that couch while his friends snickered at him gritting his teeth through every question was foul play. The chat was raging with questions too, why didn’t they just add more to his never ending list of questions on Instagram. And then the last question came up. “Okay! Okay! Last one, drum roll please?” Ochako banged her hands against Shouto's lap, “Are you dating anyone?” Shinsou asked, amused. Those three obviously all chose that one, he thought. Well, not at all! He was a single pringle and it would stay that way, what man would want him?
“Uhh no! You bunnies know that I’m a gay dude, and there aren’t a lot of gay dudes in my city! Well except…” He looked at Shinsou, who looked back at him.
“Okay first off, fuck you, second, Shouto is right fucking here, and third, there are plenty, you just aren’t looking in the right places.”
“What, you mean the trash?” Shouto answered.
Izuku’s jaw dropped. Damn. He knew Shouto could bite back but, woah.
“No comment, anyways carrying on, you just need to find the right person in the right place.”
“Yeah you mean, let’s call this guy Fred, like how you found Fred in the trash?” Shouto said.
“Shou stop clocking his tea!” Said Uraraka, her mouth gaped open, “And stop referencing the Kardashians!”
“I can't, it's a problem,” he said, lifting his hands up.
“You guys are no help, but I’m just waiting for the right person. Who knows? I might find him today at that restaurant I was promised to be taken to tonight,” he hinted before continuing, “Or tomorrow or in a month, you never know.”
“Fred has a lot of male friends, you know? I could ask him to set yo—” his phone pinged.
Izuku watched Shinsou’s face as he read the question off his phone, he watched as his normal expression turned from bored to shocked. Intriguing. None of the questions had ever made Shinsou’s face turn to a visible shock, whatever it was, surely was staggering.
“I chose this question…Just now, because you know we all heard the phone ping so, uhm yeah, I think this question should be asked.” Shinsou said, his expression still alarming.
“Uhm—yeah, go ahead Toshi,” he said, wavering in anticipation. He fiddled with his thumbs while bouncing his leg. It can’t be that shocking right? Right…?
He had Toshi’s phone in hand, and Toshi had his. Izuku had been frequently checking the chat to see their reactions to the questions and what they thought about it.
“Have you heard of the account named LordExplosionMurder? He raids your chat all of the time and even raided while you were playing Petapeta saying, ‘only deku makes being competent look like a choice,’ including commenting on the Q&A question about your eyes. Don’t believe me? Ask chat.” Shinsou finished.
“Oh I thought someone died, hating on me during a special stream is crazy, and my mods delete comments and hate before I even get the chance to, and even if I do see, you’re just boosting my video on the algorithm. You know the saying, love your haters, they're your biggest fans.” he sighed before continuing, “Well chat, let’s hear about our biggest fan, Mr. Explosion!”
“Damn Deku, Eat that up.” Ochako commented.
His friends gathered around him on the couch to check what the chat had to say about this Mr. Explosion dude.
@heartstrung {MOD}
OMGGB we’re finally mentioning him?? I’ve been abusing the kick from chat button for YEARS. He’s always lurking, he only chats when he’s trolling or donating !!
@not_a_bot_fr
EXACTLYYY, he always starts arguments with everyone in chat, the mods have to kick him from chatting almost every streamm
@keyboardSMASHER
I remember one time he donated like 200 US dollars, i was like damn this guys rich
That totally appalled Izuku, because how could he never have noticed this? He always checked his donations and not once has he ever seen a Mr. Explosion. Did his mods do something about that? Well, that saying might be true.
@coffeesshake
One time he bullied me for saying bronze age all might was better than silver. I flinch like an abused child when you analyze him in MIGHTYrpg…
@NOODLECOOL {VIP}
He bullied my username :(
@dekunumberonefan212 {MOD}
I sadly too have been abusing that button, @heartstrung and i are tired.
@chaoticlizard
I remember once he admitted in chat he’s been here since like u have ten followers
WHATTTT? Did he read that right, surely not? He really must be his number one fan, so what they are saying is true. Man, what he would do to know what that loser looked like or what he did, he was probably a Mac Donalds cashier who was plain looking like him who had nothing better to do with his life or he’s a middle schooler who just really likes trolling.
“Hey chat…what do you mean ten followers?” Ochako asked, flabbergasted.
@toasterOVERload
waaaa u didn’t know??? This dude has sent literal ss of his account when it was on ten followers during the loading screen for stream to start!!
@sonicIIDA
Deku its Iida, why wasn’t i informed about this stream? I would’ve flown down you know. Also congratulations! :)
Seeing that comment made Izuku happy but he wasn’t too focused on that right now, still looking for answers in the chat. He numbed out the sound of his friends thanking Iida for him, they could obviously tell he was still looking for more answers.
@heartstrung {MOD}
DEKUUUU if you want, me, @dekunumberonefan212 {MOD} and the others can ping him into chat, he’s watching right now!!!!!!
@dekunumberonefan212 {MOD}
AUGH BSIBIAB I FORGOT WE COULD DO THAT THANKS FOR REMINDING US HEARTSTRUNG
@STREAMDAD {MOD}
Only if deku allows it.
This was it. He had so many questions, first off why the hell is he hating, if he's his number one fan? Second, why is he hating if he’s been here since ten followers?
“Yes! Do it, I have a piece of my mind to give that dude.” Izuku said.
“Okay bro, but don’t go too hard on him, he’s just trolling." Shouto replied.
Izuku watched as the mods pinged Mr. Explosion, but a comment popped up. A weird comment.
“Mods stop.” Izuku said, the spam of pings coming to a halt.
@Pinkyyx
Hey deku, I have an IMPORTANT piece of info nd i need u to stop pinging or else that dude u want so badly to talk, won’t talk at all !!
“How so?” He asked, straightening his legs on the couch, “How would you know?”
@RedRiot
Well…u mean how do WE know…
@Chargingbolts
Ye we thrs 4 of us up in dis bih. Da 5th memba out tn.
@jackedupearphones
He means, there's four of us here, and our fifth friend isn’t here rn, excuse him he’s in his own world.
@heartstrung {MOD}
Should we do anything?
@dekunumberonefan212 {MOD}
On standby, over :3
Then the chat spammed. And he lost the group of four in the flood of questions by people who didn’t know the full story. He hesitated. His friends were looking at him, waiting—waiting for him to do something with this.
“Uhm…Uh—mods, please mute everyone else but those four and…and Mr. Explosion, I’m curious.”
“Dude…what are you doing?” Toshi questioned, his one sounding a little warning though.
“This isn’t like you, you’d normally move on…we still have a cake to get to—” Ochako hit Shouto on the head.
“Oh, shut up, Shou! He’s curious, plus we all know your big back was going to eat all that cake anyway, wait a couple minutes more will you, you fat fuck.” Ochako bit her lip, giving Izuku a reassuring look before continuing to look back into chat.
@dekunumberonefan212 {MOD}
Aye aye captain, u heard him sailors, lift the sails, throw the buoy and MUTE MUTE MUTEEEE
@laufeyno.1fann {MOD}, {EDITOR}
This is why u should never be a quiet mod.
5 MODS have muted the chat. Chat will be muted for ten minutes.
2 MODS have added 5 users to muted chat. @Pinkyyx , @RedRiot , @Chargingbolts , @jackedupearphones and @LordExplosionMurder
@Chargingbolts
I feel very special
@heartstrung {MOD}
Don’t get used to it. Alright the great Deku wants u 2 speak. Speak.
“Thanks mods, Sorry to everyone who’s muted, it’s only for ten minutes afterwards, we’re doing the pie and cake so you’ll comment lots then!” he stared at the camera, “So Pinky, what do you know?”
@Pinkyyx
It feels good 2 be recognized. Anyway me nd @jackedupearphones will be assisting u since the other three doofuses don’t know how 2 talk.
@RedRiot
Not cool :(
@jackedupearphones
Anyways the grownups are talking, Pinky go ahead.
@Pinkyyx
ty, anyway uhm, remember how i said me and friends are watching?? The guy who knew the reference?? Blasty. nd well the friends…ur talking to them, including blasty, don’t worry he’s watching from his Ipad, like the little Ipad kid he is, and is currently crashing out because the mods decided to pull his keyboard up, he can’t see anything on his screen.
“He’s a kid!?” Izuku shouted, staring at the camera. His friends' faces also lit in shock as they read the chat.
@Pinkyyx
What? Nooooo, he’s just always on his Ipad that’s why we call him that, anyway, blasty said he’ll only talk if the mods bring down his keyboard, he threw the Ipad at me and @jackedupearphones already nd he’s watching from Riots screen !! (YES, that man has been following u since 10 follows, YES, he trolls, YES, he’d love to talk to you, and YES, i will soon be killed for this.)
@RedRiot
That’s me heh, i’m riot, anyway just get ur mods to take it off his screen and he’ll talk.
What the fuck should he do? This was making the stream really interesting, but at what cost? A stranger roasting him online?
“Uhm, Laufey go ahead.” he said, staring at the camera once again.
@laufeyno.1fan {MOD}, {EDITOR}
Why do you always choose me, heartstrung and dn1212 are RIGHT here. But right away, Mr. Eclectic.
“That’s why, because you keep on calling me Mr. Eclectic, when no one else does. Plus I am the performative male so I take it as quite the compliment.”
@jackedupearphones
UGH THANK YOU MOD SO MUCH, HE LET GI OF THE CHOKEHOLD ON MINA THANK YOUUUU.
@Pinkyyx
I’m actually gonna beat ur ass, it’s pinky online u mf.
@Chargingbolts
Guess i’m in charge now (get it, my user??)
@LordExplosionMurder
Stfu dunce face, not a joke if u explain it
Holy Shit. He’s here, he’s here…HE’S HERE??
AHHHHHH. Well what the fuck do I say to him? Come on, Izuku THINK. You’re the one who wanted to talk to him, how can you not know what you want to say to him at all? He’s right there…waiting for you to talk. And you’re…sitting on the couch with your jaw dropped. In your gaming room, on camera. ON CAMERA?? Lift your jaw up, Izuku! You’re embarrassing yourself! What if they are all trolling? Wait no! Izuku think! You have five minutes left! TALK! Say something, you have to say something, ughh no you’re probably coming off as rude. Great, first impression ruined. Wait, who's to say there will be another impression?? Absolute loser behavior.
He took a deep breath, “Hello, Mr. Explosion. You've finally made it to the Chat.”
He could hear his heart beating, his breath growing heavier with anticipation and the need to talk to whoever the hell this person was.
@LordExplosionMurder
Yo, what up?
@Pinkyyx
Okay now he’s just trying to act cool.
@Chargingbolts
I agree.
@LordExplosionMurder
dw abt them they dk what they talking about.
@jackedupearphones
He’s giggling and kicking his feet
To that, Izuku laughed, seriously? Was this actually happening?
“How old are you guys? You act like a bunch of middle-schoolers.” Izuku questioned.
“Deku I’m gonna hold your balls when I say this: you have middle school humor too.” Shouto responded, placing his hand on Izuku’s thigh, only for Izuku to slap it off.
“Ow!” He yelped, “You hit hard!”
@LordExplosionMurder
Get this over with, will ya. I’ve got things to do.
@Pinkyyx
He means he’s gonna mope around in his office later on and wish he had a full conversation with you, DM me on insta, it’s the same as my twitch user!! (you can talk to him more)
What!? She’d put herself on the spot like that! People are gonna wanna know who Mr. Explosion is and exploit her instagram to find out!
“Oh no! I wouldn't wanna put you in the spot like that…I don’t think it’s really safe to post your insta here…” He responded in slight shock, his friends snickering and staring intently at him.
@Pinkyyx
Meh i already have 72k followers whats 10k more? (dw my following and followers are private, we all know blasty wasn’t gonna ask you and just be depressed for the rest of his life.)
“Well—uh—thanks! Anyways—”
The chat pinged.
Chat has been unmuted.
@dekunumberonefan212 {MOD}
Shall i close it again, doc?
Damn it! Now I have to talk on her DM’s or it’d just be plain rude. Well…I am curious though. He thought.
“Uh, no it’s fine, let's just move on to the cake.” he sighed.
“That was…something. You okay Broski?” Shouto asked.
“Yeah I’m fine, let’s get your bigass some cake.”
“I’m sure middle school man thought he had a big ass too since he’s just ‘the one’” Toshi commented.
Ochako held the camera as they made their way to the shared kitchen. “You guys really are children, anyways bunnies here’s where Deku is supposed to sign off, do your thing,” She handed the camera over to Deku who looked out of it.
“What? Oh—yeah, totally forgot. Aaaand that’s a wrap! Congrats on surviving another episode of ‘Watch Me Question My Life Choices Live.’ Thanks for sticking around while I professionally embarrass myself—same disaster, same time, same place. Now go pretend you’ve got your life together while I sit here reconsidering every decision I’ve ever made. See you next time… if my dignity recovers. Unlikely.”
He watched as the chat spammed.
@spaghettiProtocol
NOT THE SELF-DRAG OUTRO 💀
@softpuddingcloud
we survived but at what cost
@ash_in_chat
streamer pls go drink water and reflect
@toasterOVERload
“professionally embarrass myself” IM CRYING
@coffeesshakes
productivity? in this economy? babe no
@heartstrung {MOD}
DEKUUUU, enjoy your weekend!!!
@dekunumberonefan212 {MOD}
I’ll be here on sunday, we better get an update or else i did not just abuse my power for nothing !!
@not_a_bot_fr
I await for sunday, we need answers on mr. explodo
@keyboardSMASHER
BUH BYEE ENJOY UR CAKE AND CONGRATSSS
@uwu_police
🚨 CITING YOUR OWN BAD DECISIONS 🚨
@trashpandaCEO
i love this channel of chronic suffering
@midwestmorning
dignity? couldn’t be me
@NeonDivide
SAME TIME TOMORROW FOR MORE CHAOS?
@laufeyno.1fan {MOD}, {EDITOR}
I hope this leads to a FRIENDSHIP atleast Mr. Eclectic.
@rinnie_24
the outro reads like a cry for help but aesthetic
@ChairEnthusiast
chair survived the stream at least 👍
@StreamHelper_01 {BOT}
Reminder: hydrate or the chaos will intensify.
But before he clicked off something caught his eye, rather a comment caught his eye.
@Pinkyyx
If u still wanna talk to him ;), check out my insta: Pinkyyx
He sighed, dumping his body on a chair at the kitchen island. He slammed his head down and groaned. Mentally ingraining the account into his mind.
“That was…so fucking intense dude!” Toshi shouted, relief escaping his breath, “Jeez, that’s the longest I didn’t make a comment just for your sake!”
“I held my breath the entire time, until Shouto said imagine he’s nine years old.” Uraraka added. She handed him a fork, which was his sign to dig in.
The cake wasn’t tall—just a single, dramatic, oversized layer—but it had the energy of a dessert that knew it was celebrating 28 million people. It was the kind of cake that walked into the room and said, “Yeah, I’m the milestone.”
It was a wide, circular masterpiece, almost comically large, like the baker got the memo “one layer” but ignored the part about normal proportions.
The flavor? Rich vanilla bean with a raspberry swirl, because Izuku insisted it needed to be “classy but also chaotic berry-coded.”
The top was covered in a smooth gradient frosting that shifted from deep forest green to electric light green, shimmering with edible glitter—not the cute kind, the “this will haunt your kitchen for months” kind.
Across the top, in bold, perfect piping, it read:
“28 MILLION?? HOW DID THIS HAPPEN??”
The question marks were bigger than the actual text.
Around the edges were tiny edible decorations referencing iconic stream moments: a sugar headphone, a mini fondant chair, a little frosting emoji making a judgmental face, a cane, a little All Might from MIGHTY, and one random pickle no one could explain.
Front and center sat a single candle shaped like the number 28, already leaning slightly like it was exhausted by the weight of the achievement.
It was absurd. It was dramatic.
It was absolutely perfect for a 28 million special.
And so he stabbed that cake with his fork, forcing a big piece along with it.
“You need to DM her!” she said, shoving her mouth full of cake.
“It’s only a matter of time before he doesn’t want to talk to you again.” teased Toshi.
“And it’s only a matter of time until that Kaminari fucker gets with someone else so I wouldn’t be talking.” Shouto tossed in.
“Yeah and what about his friend? Sero? ‘The one,’” he said in a singsong voice, “He doesn’t even know you exist other than the fact you're a famous actor.”
“Okay guys, you need to stop making this a habit. All you ever do is talk about your love lives that are going terribly wrong, and now i feel so glad I have an amazing girlfriend. But–however—it’d be nice to talk about anything but that!” Ochako remarked.
“She’s right. I don’t wanna hear about your failing love lives anymore.” Izuku emphasized, going in for another big serving of cake.
He watched as his friends looked at each other, then back at him. They ate slowly and looked at him carefully. What the fuck are they thinking?
“What if…What if, instead of having a Sunday stream…you move it to now, when no one would expect you to be online at all—especially not after that fiasco.” Ochako questioned.
“And, what if, we DM Pinky during the stream and see what happens, afterwards you can do whatever you planned for Sunday’s stream?” Toshi stated.
“Yeah, I was totally thinking of that and not re-binging the Kardashians…” Shouto commented. He took the last bite, Shouto took the last bite.
Izuku’s temper rose, “You fatass, you ate the entire fucking cake, are you mental?”
“I guess I am, I guess we are, we all know you're not mad about my amazing ass or this cake, it’s the Mr. Explosion. We’re just saying it might be good for you…to put yourself out there..” he stared at Izuku intently and placed his hand on top of his, “If he’s of age.”
“No. No. I know what this is, you two fuckers,” he finger pointed to Toshi and Shouto, “are trying to set me up with that asshole to make yourself’s feel better about your love life’s that make no sense.” He exclaimed.
“Honey, just try. Try and if it's not working or not clicking, ghost him. We’re not asking for a relationship, just a new friendship, someone that isn’t us, Iida or your mods. Someone who might not just be on the other side of the screen. We can’t just pull out of work to hang out with you every time, we could lose our jobs,” she sighed, “hear me out okay, do the stream of messaging Pinky, carry on with your usual stuff and then we can talk again?” she bargained.
Augh, it’s really hard to make a bargain with Ochako, she always wins, unfortunately.
He crossed his arms, “And what do I get out of this—especially if it fails.”
“A re-binge of your favourite shows with your favourites or fancy dinner with your favourites.” Shouto suggested.
He hesitated, Should he really do this? What would be the outcome? A friend, a scammer, an old man? He’d have to think about it, would tomorrow work? An answer for tomorrow? After he met up with Kota? Just to hear it from a different opinion. Surely he’d get a good opinion, right?
“Fine. On one condition, we sleep on it, and tomorrow after Kota’s hangout I’ll come to you with an answer or a camera? Deal?” He bargained back.
“As you wish, your grace,” She bowed, “Let’s get back to celebrating! I’ll get the popcorn and soda, you three put on a movie not a series, capische?”
The three groaned, “You're such a buzzkill y’know, modern family would’ve been just fine!” Toshi argued.
“I know. It’s my job, now go on the couch and get the remote before Shou does, or else we’re stuck with the Kardashians.” She sighed.
Izuku shot up, lifting his upper body with his hands, before stumbling off his chair. He looked at that remote, would he be able to get it if he jumped?
The moment the microwave beeped, announcing the popcorn’s victory over time itself, the three of them bolted from the kitchen like unleashed greyhounds.
“CALL THE LIVING ROOM— I CALL THE LIVING ROOM!” Shouto yelled, sprinting ahead.
“You can’t call a room!” Toshi shouted back, nearly slipping on a discarded sock as he chased after him.
“Watch me!” Shouto replied.
Izuku—the so-called responsible one, despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary—barreled in last. But he made up for it with pure, unfiltered chaos. The second they crossed the living room threshold, he launched himself onto the coffee table with a battle cry that would’ve made a Viking proud.
“THE REMOTE IS MINE—”
His fingertips brushed the plastic—victory—before two sets of hands clamped around his wrist like a pair of human bear traps.
“Oh no you don’t,” Toshi hissed, pulling backward.
“Get off, he’s cheating!” Shouto protested, grabbing Izuku’s arm from the other side. The table creaked ominously.
“You’re just mad I have superior battlefield strategy!” Izuku said. His friends were cringing at him, okay so maybe he did have middle school humor. But hey, to be cringe is to be free. He stretched his free hand toward the remote like it was the Holy Grail.
Toshi yanked harder. “Superior strategy? You jumped on the table! That’s not strategy, that’s brain damage.”
Shouto joined in, tugging so dramatically he nearly fell onto the couch. “The remote is a community resource! You are abusing communal power!”
“IT’S CALLED DEMOCRACY,” Izuku grunted, trying to wriggle free. “AND I AM THE PEOPLE.”
“You are not the people,” Toshi said, digging his heels in. “You’re barely even a person right now.”
For a moment, the three of them teetered in perfect, ridiculous equilibrium: Izuku crouched on the table like a gremlin king, Shinsou and Shoto each yanking his arms in opposite directions. The remote sat inches from Izuku’s fingertips—gloating in its stillness.
Toshi’s grip slipped first.
Izuku lurched forward.
Shouto lurched backward.
All three of them went down in a chaotic pile of limbs, groans, and crushed popcorn.
Silence.
Then Shouto said, muffled under two friends, “So… we watching a movie or…?”
Izuku lifted his hand triumphantly, the remote somehow—miraculously—clutched in his fist.
“YES,” he said. “We are.”
The pile of groaning humanity on the floor barely had time to reshuffle into something less embarrassing before footsteps padded in from the kitchen. Izuku watched as she leaned against the frame of the door.
She blinked once.
Twice.
Then she said, deadpan: “Wow. I leave you three alone for ninety seconds and you reenact the fall of the Roman Empire.”
Shouto groaned into the floor. “It was democracy.”
“It was stupid,” she corrected, stepping over Shinsou. “Which is basically the same thing in this house.”
Izuku attempted to sit up, wincing dramatically. “For the record, I won.”
Ochako raised an eyebrow at the absolute state of him. “Congratulations. Truly. Take a victory lap. Or maybe a nap. On second thought, probably a CT scan.”
Shinsou finally freed himself and pointed accusingly. “He jumped on the table.”
“No,” Ochako said, with the exhausted authority of someone who has seen too much, “he jumped on the table again.”
Izuku opened his mouth to defend himself, but she held up one finger—the universal sign for don’t even try it.
She set the popcorn bowl down and surveyed the battlefield of cushions, scattered snacks, and wounded pride.
“Alright, children,” she announced, clapping her hands once. “Since you nearly died for the right to choose, what are we watching?”
Izuku held up the remote like it was Excalibur. “I have the power.”
“Great,” Ochako said, plopping onto the couch. “Use it wisely, or I will overthrow your tiny dictatorship in under twelve seconds.”
Shinsou and Shouto begrudgingly helped him up, complaining about why they had to do it. Honestly, if Izuku was in either one of their places he wouldn’t have wanted to do it either. He winced as they sat him down on their couch.
“What are we watching, your grace?” Ochako asked.
“Girls Trip, obviously? We haven’t watched it in a while.” he answered, clicking buttons on the remote.
“We should really get those green stuff.” Shouto sighed.
Izuku lifted his legs up and placed them onto Toshi’s. “I’m not trying to get wasted, I have to meet up with a thirteen year old tomorrow, remember?”
“We are totally getting wasted on Sunday!” Toshi yelled, shoving a bunch of popcorn in his mouth, “Jus fink abut it! We woft habe to wait for you—” he swallowed, “To finish streaming since your stream will be tomorrow!”
Izuku reached for the bowl of kernels, “Hold your horses, I haven’t agreed to anything!”
Shouto pointed his finger, “Yet.”
“Thank you!” Toshi hollered. “Anyway, we’re going out either way, it’s final.”
Izuku sighed, there was no way he’d get his way out of this one. He pressed play.
Izuku finally blinked awake. He sat up slowly, rubbing his face, hair a mess and mind foggy. Still sitting on the couch, he must’ve fallen asleep. His friends weren’t anywhere to be seen. The apartment was still—too still.
He reached for his phone.
11:23 AM.
His blood ran cold.
“Oh no, no, no—” He shot up so fast the blanket fell to the floor. He was supposed to be at his little brother’s house almost an hour ago. They’d planned the whole day: games, lunch, maybe biking around the neighborhood. His brother had been excited. And Izuku hated disappointing him.
He rushed down the hall, brushing his teeth in under twenty seconds, throwing on the nearest clean-ish shirt, and hopping into his shoes. He grabbed his keys, nearly dropped them, then bolted out the door.
The drive felt endless. Every red light dragged. His knee bounced the whole time, nerves buzzing.
Finally he turned onto his brother’s street. The familiar house sat at the end, small and neat with the same worn doormat they’d had for years.
Izuku pulled into the driveway, shut off the engine, and let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.
“Okay,” he muttered. “Not that late.”
He stepped out of the car, walked up to the front door, and braced himself—hoping his brother wasn’t too disappointed.
Izuku barely knocked before the door swung open like someone had been waiting behind it just to make an entrance.
There stood his thirteen-year-old brother, Kota—arms crossed, one eyebrow arched so high it practically touched his hairline.
He didn’t say hello.
He didn’t say “You’re late.”
He…performed.
“Well, well, well,” Kota drawled, leaning against the doorframe like a detective in a crime drama. “Look who finally decided to join the living. I was starting to think you’d been abducted by aliens. Again.”
Izuku opened his mouth, but Kota steamrolled right over him.
“No, no, don’t speak,” he said, holding up a hand. “Let me savor this moment. The moment when my dear older brother graces me with his presence… a mere—” He checked his phone with exaggerated slowness. “—one hour and twenty-two minutes late. Wow. Truly, your commitment to punctuality is inspiring.”
“Kota—”
“Oh! He speaks!” Kota gasped, clutching his chest. “Miracles never cease!”
Izuku sighed. “Look, I overslept—”
“Ah yes, a perfectly valid excuse,” Kota said, stepping back dramatically and sweeping his arm toward the living room. “Please, come in. Rest your weary soul. It must’ve been so exhausting to lie unconscious on a couch all morning while I, a mere child, waited here like a Victorian orphan on Christmas.”
Izuku dragged a hand down his face. “You are such a menace.”
“And yet you love me,” Kota said sweetly, then immediately flicked him on the forehead. “Now hurry up, you disaster. I made plans.”
Izuku blinked. “You made plans? What happened to gaming, lunch and a bike-ride?”
“Yes,” Kota said, shutting the door behind him with a theatrical flourish. “Because someone had to be responsible today, and shockingly, it wasn’t you.”
He pointed toward the kitchen.
“There are waffles. And I ate the best ones out of spite. You get the mediocre ones. That’s your punishment.”
Izuku stared at him.
Kota smirked.
And despite everything, Izuku couldn’t help laughing.
He sat down on a chair by the island in the kitchen. “So, where’s mom?”
“Went to visit a friend, told me she’s coming back at six, I’m timing her.”
“The great timer strikes again.” Izuku sighed. Kota had a thing for timing people, especially their mom. If Inko says she’s coming back at a certain time, she has to be back that time—unless she wants fifteen missed calls and a missing persons notice.
“Whatever! Just eat your fucking waffles.” Kota ordered, slamming his hand down on the desk.
“You kiss mom with that mouth?” He questioned, shoving a piece of waffle in his mouth.
Kota threw a kitchen cloth at him and huffed, “Shut up!”
“Better yet, you kiss your little girlfriend with that mouth?” Izuku teased.
“You better shut up now Izuku or else I’m gonna call mom!” He complained before pushing his eyebrows together again, “Besides Eri and I aren’t allowed to kiss, yet.”
“Why ‘cause you know Mr. Aizawa will beat you up or ya just scared?” He said playfully, gobbling down the rest of the half-assed waffle. Aizawa used to be his high school teacher, so he’d already got to know that the man could be a little intense with things involving his daughter. Okay, very intense.
“Shut up! Why don’t we talk about your pathetic love life for once!” He yelled, annoyed in his tone.
Izuku laughed. “Okay, Okay! Did you watch my stream yesterday?” He questioned getting up from the island chair.
“Well, no shit Sherlock. Mom watched with me and when I tell you, we laughed sooo hard!”
Izuku sighed, “Enough about the game, what did you think about the Q&A?” His answer all depended on what Izuku would be doing this afternoon.
“Actually it was cool! I’m finally known.” He said sarcastically.
“Kota y’know it’s not safe for you to be known on the internet, when you turn eighteen i’ll introduce you…if i’m even streaming then.”
“AUGHH.” Kota flopped on the sofa in the living room. “This is the curse of having a sibling a bajillion years older than you.” he complained.
“It's not my fault mom decided to birth you, like, ten years later.” He fell down next to him on the couch. “So, what’s our agenda?”
“Well—we’re playing Mighty and Mario Kart now, shopping later, lunch, a drive and then stopping by the Plus Ultra Café!”
Izuku sighed, “Did mom help you with this?”
Kota hesitated, “Yes dear brethren, she did indeed.”
Izuku slammed his hand against his head.
The sky was turning orange when Izuku and Kota walked out of the tiny café on Maple Street, Kota sipping a strawberry smoothie like he’d personally invented fruit.
He still hadn’t spoken about the stream thing today. He could do it when he drops him off right? Then make his way back home with that second opinion. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. Kota would definitely take his side. For sure.
Izuku was relaxed now—full of mediocre waffles, victorious in Mario Kart, and slightly bruised from Kota’s “competitive hugs,” which were more like flying tackles.
Until—
“HEY! If it isn’t Sleeping Beauty and the one and only Waterhose, our quiet little mod, aren’t you?!”
Izuku froze.
Kota froze.
Ochako waved wildly from a patio table, iced coffee in hand and sunglasses on despite the sun disappearing. Shinsou was beside her, eating fries with the aggression of a man fighting inner demons. Shouto lounged back like he was posing for a magazine titled Not My Problem.
“Oh no…” Izuku whispered. “They found me.”
Kota smirked. “What’d you do this time?”
Kota had grown very fond of Izuku’s friends when e was in high school. Matter of fact they only ever came over to fuss about Kota. It was like they had their own little friend group and Izuku was just…there.
“Made a promise and a what if,” Shinsou said before Izuku could answer. “A very important, life-changing, dignity-destroying promise and what if.”
Ochako sipped her drink dramatically. “And it aaaall depends on your answer, Kota-kun!”
Izuku stared at them, horrified. “We said after the hangout! AFTER!”
“Yeah,” Shouto said with a calm shrug, “but we got bored.”
“Very bored, so bored we tagged along for the day,” Ochako added cheerfully.
Kota perked up like a cat hearing the treat bag. “Ooh! A What if? You guys made a what if without me? About me? I suddenly feel powerful.”
Izuku wanted to melt into the pavement.
Shinsou leaned forward, pointing a fry at Kota like it was a microphone. “All right, kid. One question. One answer. Everything hangs in the balance.”
Kota’s eyes sparkled with evil curiosity. “YES. Drama. Give it to me.”
Izuku grabbed Kota’s sleeve. “Think before you say anything, okay? Think so hard, if you do this, your brothers privacy is—”
“Anyway,” Ochako cut in, “here’s the question.”
She held up a card she’d apparently written on. In glitter pen.
It said: “Kota, you watched the stream, so tell us, should Izuku get in touch with Mr. Explosion on stream or not?”
Kota nearly choked. “THAT’S the what-if?!”
Shouto nodded solemnly. “If he says yes, you have to stream. And DM. On a public server. Today.”
“People will record it,” Ochako added helpfully. “People ALWAYS record these types of streams.”
“And if he says no…” Shinsou said, leaning back with a smug grin, “you’re free.”
Izuku turned to Kota with the urgency of a man negotiating a hostage situation.
“Kota. Listen to me. This is important. I will buy you ANYTHING YOU WANT. Please. I am begging you—”
Kota put a hand on Izuku’s shoulder, expression somber.
“Brother.”
Izuku swallowed. “Yes…?”
Kota inhaled deeply…looked him straight in the eyes……and said: “Well OBVIOUSLY he has to talk to him! You always deal with your haters this way.”
The patio ERUPTED.
Ochako screamed.
Shinsou threw his fries in the air like confetti.
Shouto actually sat up straight. “Pay up, loser!”
Izuku stared at his brother in absolute betrayal. “WHY. WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT.”
Kota took a long, slow sip of his smoothie.
“Because,” he said, “I love chaos. And you came late.”
Izuku facepalmed so hard the sound echoed.
Kota patted his arm sympathetically. “Don’t worry! I’ll record it. From your good angle.”
“There is NO good angle! It’s streaming about a stupid hater—who is a stranger by the way—and talking to him about god knows what!”
Ochako grinned. “Exactly. Let’s go!”
Izuku groaned, defeated, as he practically dragged his younger brother down the sidewalk toward his car.
Behind them, the three friends followed like a pack of cackling hyenas.
Shinsou called out: “Hey Izuku, make sure you don’t stutter!”
Shouto added: “Relax. You’ll only go viral if it’s really bad.”
Uraraka chimed in: “And I promise to lie and say it was definitely him.”
Kota held up his phone. “Aaaand…three, two, one—SMILE!”
Izuku instantly regretted waking up at all this morning. Honestly, what was he expecting at all? Kota to agree with him and go along with what he wanted to hear? Kota to say yes immediately and analyze the chat that happened?
“I’ll see you fuckers at home!” he yelled. He climbed into the driver's seat and slammed the door shut.
Izuku collapsed into the driver’s seat like he’d just survived a natural disaster.
Kota hopped into the passenger side with the energy of someone who caused the natural disaster.
The moment Izuku started the car, Kota was already laughing.
Not a small giggle.
Not a polite snort.
A full, wheezing, can’t-breathe, head-thrown-back laugh.
Izuku gripped the steering wheel. “Are you done?”
Kota wiped tears from his eyes. “No. Absolutely not. That was… that was beautiful. Bro, the way you grabbed me and begged like you were going to die? Art.”
“It threw me off!” Izuku protested. “Think of your poor brother's privacy!”
“You grabbed me and told me you’d buy me anything to shut me up. I have the use of free speech.”
Izuku groaned and pulled out of the parking space. The cars around them looked normal, peaceful…unlike the battlefield his pride had become.
Kota leaned forward, scrolling through his phone. “Oh look—Uraraka’s already posted on her Instagram.”
Izuku slammed his hand on the wheel. “SHE WHAT—?!”
He wasn’t worried about her account, it was private, the only people she followed were friends and family, no one else was allowed in.
Kota turned the phone so his brother could see. Boy, was Izuku grateful for that, surely enough she hadn’t posted a picture of Izuku dragging Kota to the car with the caption saying, watching his stream tonight.
Izuku nearly drove into a mailbox.
“DELETE IT,” he begged. “DELETE IT RIGHT NOW. Tell her to delete it.”
Kota snorted. “Oh, I don’t have it saved. It’s on the group chat.”
When Izuku first found out about their little group chat he was an offended and had many questions like: first, why do those five have a group chat together? Second, why isn’t he included? However learnt very quickly not to tamper in their little interactions as a group. Ochako was really threatening, okay?
Izuku’s soul left his body. “That means they’re sending it to everyone.”
Kota cheerfully scrolled. Shouto already posted a meme. “It’s you mid-step with me behind you, and he captioned it ‘When life gives you lemons but you get pineapples instead.’ Man! Who blurred me for him? It’s so well-done, I might need them so I can start blurring you out of my photos.”
Izuku banged his head lightly on the wheel at the next stop sign. “I am never showing my face in public again.”
Kota reached over and patted Izuku’s back with the gentleness of a cat slapping a toy. “Aw, c’mon. You are the star of the show.”
“I was only calling him out!”
“Yeah, but like…a loser. You didn’t even get to the actual talking to him part.”
“That makes it worse.” he groaned.
Kota laughed so hard he snorted. “Hey, on the bright side, you might get a new friend!”
“He only spoke to me ‘cause I pulled him into the chat!.”
Kota gasped dramatically. “And what a chat it was. The crowd loved it. Have you checked twitter?”
Izuku threw one hand into the air helplessly. “Well obviously not! Why do you think I was late?”
“Oh yeah,” Kota said calmly, “shocker.”
Izuku shook his head, defeated as they merged onto the main road. For a moment, the car went quiet.
Kota turned and looked at him—actually looked at him—with a soft, smug smile.
“You know… you’ll be fine.”
Izuku blinked. “…Really?”
Kota nodded. “Yeah. For someone with no rizz, you’re a friend magnet.”
Izuku shot him a glare. “There it is. I knew that was coming.”
Kota cackled. “But seriously, it was awesome hanging out with you today. Even the secondhand embarrassment. Especially the secondhand embarrassment.”
Izuku sighed but smiled despite himself. “Yeah, yeah. I missed you too, you goblin.”
Kota grinned out the window as the streetlights passed overhead. “Next time, I’m picking the what-if.”
Izuku almost crashed again. “NO. No you’re not.”
Kota popped a sip from his smoothie. “Too late. Already got ideas.”
The driver tightened his grip on the wheel. “That terrifies me.”
Kota smirked. “It should.”
And with Kota humming the song on the radio song off-key and Izuku contemplating every life choice he’d ever made, they drove the rest of the way home under the warm, flickering streetlights.
The car came to a stop.
“Beep, Beep! This is the last stop on the Midoriya's Uber, how'd you rate your ride?”
“Eh…three stars. We almost crashed. Twice.”
Midoriya pointed a finger at him, “Don’t tell mom, she’ll kill me.”
“Too late, I’m already planning to, when I call her and the police station at six.” He yelled, jumping out of the passengers seat.
“Hey Kota, Lock the doors, no ovens, and call me if you need anything!” He shouted from the car.
“Yep, got it! See you next week!” He answered back, running towards the door.
“And don’t ruin mom’s life, the police are super annoyed!”
“Yeah, Yeah, I’ll call the fire department!” He yelled going inside the house.
Izuku scoffed, “Man, this kid’s gonna get me killed.” And with that he drove off, hooting.
Izuku stormed through the front door of the apartment like a tornado fueled by anger, embarrassment, and approximately sixty-seven percent kiwi smoothie driven energy.
“ALRIGHT!” he shouted, slamming the door so hard it rattled the frames on the wall. “EVERYONE—EVERYONE—GET YOUR BUTTS IN HERE RIGHT NOW!”
From the couch came a chorus of groans.
Shouto peeked over the armrest. “Uh… hey Izuku, welcome back? You look…upset?”
“Upset?” Midoriya yelled, pointing a finger like a man prosecuting his own life story. “I AM INCANDESCENT, I AM FIRED UP, I AM—”
“—overcaffeinated?” Ochako offered helpfully, perched on the edge of the coffee table, legs swinging.
Izuku gaped at her. “NO! I AM PUBLICLY HUMILIATED, I AM DIGITALLY MEMED, AND YOU THREE—” He jabbed a finger toward Shinsou and Todoroki, who were now sitting upright, pretending innocence—“YOU ENCOURAGED IT!”
“Oh, come on,” Toshi said, holding up his hands. “It was a friendly what-if. Plus, your brother was in on it too.”
“IN ON IT?” Izuku bellowed. “Kota deliberately said yes!”
Shouto leaned back, smirking. “To be fair… he was right.”
Izuku’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “RIGHT?! IT WAS HUMILIATION RIGHT THERE!”
Ochako clapped slowly, dramatically. “And yet, somehow, your dignity makes it funnier.”
“FUNNY?” Izuku yelled, pacing. “FUNNY?! DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE SAW ME FLAILING AROUND LIKE A PANCAKE IN THE WIND?”
Todoroki raised an eyebrow. “You mean the meme? Yeah… hundreds. Maybe thousands.”
Izuku groaned, falling into a chair, head in hands. “I’m never coming out again. Ever. I quit public life. I quit streaming. I quit—”
“Relax, Izuku,” Shinsou said, grinning. “We’ll call it…character building.”
“Character building?” Izuku shouted, flinging a cushion across the room. “I built humiliation! That’s the only thing I built!”
Ochako sipped her coffee smugly. “Honestly, you should thank us. You’re going viral now. Future historians will study this performance.”
Izuku peeked up through his fingers. “Historians?”
“Yep,” Shouto said, nodding solemnly. “A cautionary tale of what not to do around a stranger. Like I don’t know? Stutter?”
Izuku groaned, fully collapsing onto the couch. “I hate all of you.”
“And yet,” Ochako said, sliding onto the armrest beside him, “we still love you. Even if you make a fool of yourself during the prank part of the video because you're thinking about how you're gonna handle it.”
Izuku sighed, muttering, “I need therapy…”
“Or pineapple insurance,” Shinsou added cheerfully.
Izuku groaned again. “I’m moving out.”
“Sure…” Shinsou started, “...But first—how are you approaching Pinky?”
He groaned, pulling his phone out, Kota had said something about twitter. He should check it right?
@ForgotMyPasswordAgain
I swear my neighbors think i’m being attacked i was HOLLERING
#Deku #stream #twitch #myneighbourshateme
@SnaccNinja420
bro dropped a SPECIAL STREAM like it was a side quest and then DESTROYED THE MAIN STORYLINE
#Deku #Bunnies #Help
@OvercaffeinatedLobster
my entire timeline is just yelling in different fonts and honestly same
#Deku #Twitchstream #who’smr.explosion??
Izuku laughed at those, they weren’t even that bad! Kota didn’t know what he was talking about at all! All they were saying is how intense it was, he scrolled down more. He didn’t want to press any replies or else he’d have been here all day.
@FridgeWithFeelings
MY HEART RATE IS AT 200 BPM THIS WAS NOT A STREAM THIS WAS AN EVENT
#updatewhen #mr.explosion #Deku #Twitch #Stream
@BabyYodaOnLunchBreak
rewatching clips like it’s evidence from a crime scene
#processing #giveusthetea #Deku #stream
@CursedCupOfTea
i’m calling the lore police because that stream did NOT follow the rules of reality
#toomuchjusthappened #explodingrq #Mr.explosion #Deku #Stream
These were fine, seriously Kota was talking absolute dogshit?
@Laufeyno.1fann
As @DEKUmight ‘s editor and a mod I can sincerely say that stream was SOOOOOO unexpected. Fym I just casually added his no.1 hater and fan 2 the muted chat??? There better be an explanation on Sunday!!!!
#explainingneeded #help #mr.explosion #Deku #mightyDEKU #stream #twitch
Sure, like he’d ever give an explanation. Nice try, Laufey.
@Dekutheorist
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Huh, this is new. How come he’s never seen this before? Maybe he should go on twitter more often than he does. But, alas it was getting late. He could check it out later.
Izuku slowly, dramatically, lifted himself from the couch. That stream wasn’t going to take care of itself y’know.
“How’s it going, earthlings, cryptids, and miscellaneous creatures of the algorithm? Today we are going to be pranking people in my neighbourhood and afterwards, a special appearance by my squad to eat the pie we never got to last night!” He exclaimed, talking to the camera he was holding in the living room of the apartment.
“As you all know, yesterday was a surprise stream and I made a what-if with my friends so bear with me while I mess up my stream schedule!”
@BreadstickBandit
BRO WHY ARE YOU LIVE I’M IN THE SHOWER
@SpicyKleenex
SURPRISE STREAM??? LET’S GOOOOOO
@GrandmaOnDialUp
I CLICKED SO FAST MY HIP POPPED
@KeyboardYeeter9000
NOTI GANG ASSEMBLEEEEE
@ToasterWithFeelings
I WASN’T READY FOR THIS EMOTIONAL DAMAGE, ALSO A WHAT IF???
@CaffeineGoblin
messing up the schedule?? madness.
@DadLeftForMilk
AND HE STILL BEATS U LIVE LET’S GO
@AngryDorito
STREAMER WHY
@WiFiFromMcDonalds
I CAN’T SEE ANYTHING BUT I’M HYPED
@laufeyno.1fan {MOD}, {EDITOR}
How dare we have another stream without informing mods ☹️
Izuku moved towards shinsou who was reluctantly standing next to him. “Our lucky cameraman for today is Toshi!”
He giggled, Shinsou not looking amused. “As you can tell he’s clearly quite ecstatic about this.” he pointed the camera toward him.
“Much very,” Shinsou sighed, “Let’s get this over with, what’s our disguise of the day?”
“An old man, more specifically a hippie.” Izuku responded.
“Right. You mean dressing up like yourself and putting on a grey wig?”
Izuku covered his mouth, genuinely taken aback by his friend's comment, “Don’t make me call Shou from his room, I can easily get your tea clocked.”
Shinsou froze, “What do you need, your highness?”
“Go fetch the clothes, makeup and wig from my bedroom. You're styling me.” He stuck his tongue out.
“Fuck you,” he pointed his middle finger before making his way out the living room area.
“So bunnies, what’s up?” He said checking the chat.
@NOODLECOOL {VIP}
dude what happened yesterday??? we NEED answers LUL
@PixelPops
fr tho yesterday was actually insane 💀
@GigaSnack
STREAMER WHAT’S UP BUT ALSO EXPLAIN YESTERDAY RN
@ChillVibes
yo hey! glad you're back 😂 yesterday was chaos
@LagLord
bro after you ended the stream everything BROKE LMAO
@BeanPowered
chat was screaming for like 20 mins KEKW
@ShyFox
pls tell us it was planned bc that was WILD 😭
@TurboToast
DETAILS. GIVE. DETAILS. 😤
@CloudDust
i thought my pc died but it was YOUR STREAMER MODEL LMAO
@MochiMoch
welcome back!! but yeah um… explain yourself
Izuku sighed, maybe he should tell his bunnies?
He started, “Well–”
“Deku, I’ve got it, okay now, don’t worry…I’m excellent at make-up, you can’t even tell I have eyebags.” He interrupted Izuku, running in and sitting down on the couch, patting for him to sit down.
Izuku sat and scoffed, ““Sis, your eye bags are doing a TED Talk and I did NOT buy tickets,” he flicked Shinsou’s forehead before continuing, “And you…covered them? With what—hopes and prayers?”
Shinsou gasped, “No comment.”
Izuku snickered.
Frankly, he was quite grateful for that. What? Izuku did not want to tell them.
Yet