User blog:Pandas113/Ready, Aim, Fire

 ((Warning, contains: Izuku acting bratty, song lyrics, and cussing(by smol bean child) You have been warned.)) 

Izuku adjusted the headphones on his neck, making sure they were turned on and connected wirelessly to his phone before taking a hair clip and pinning back the hair in his face. He was in a loose pair of sweatpants and graphic t-shirt, his ever-present sneakers laced up on his feet. He grabbed a water bottle, filling it up at the water with the pitcher he kept in his mini-fridge. As he poured, he looked out of his parted curtains, the early dawn sky providing little natural light for his room. Still, he didn’t want to turn the light on just in case someone passed him by.

He grabbed his phone, water bottle, and a towel for around his neck and headed out of his dorm room and down to the main floor, deciding to take the stairs. He never was a large fan of elevators. They were like metal death trap boxes suspended by metal wires that could easily be tampered with. The entire concept of it just freaked him out simply by thinking about it.

It didn’t take long for him to reach the main floor, going to the kitchen and snagging a banana out of the bundle of fruit. Iida always insisted on having healthy snacks readily available, which Izuku was thankful for. Every week there was a new assortment of fruit that the residents could pick from, never proving a dull menu. He’d have to ask Iida how he got all the ripe fruits, even when some were out of season.

The greenette walked down the hall to one of the branches of hallways. This was the workout wing, where they had various rooms that the teens could let out their pent-up energy and exercise. Izuku took advantage of it quite often. He opened one of the rooms, near the back of the hallway where he knew not a lot of people used. It was a privacy thing for the future symbol of peace. No matter how long that he spent time with his class, he was still nervous about some things that he did. For one, his All Might merchandise collection. That was a big one.

Something that he also didn’t like to share was his workout habits. Sure, he could work out regularly with the rest of the class, doing pull ups and bench presses, running his ass off with Iida, but that wasn’t his preferred method. Izuku walked into the familiar room, shutting the door quietly and set down his things in one of the corners. All along one of the walls was floor-to-ceiling mirrors, floor mats stacked up almost above Izuku’s head against another. Other than that, the room was large and spacious enough to house at least twenty-five people with room.

He grinned softly to himself, placing the headphones in his ears and switching on his playlist that he specifically reserved for working out. Whenever he heard one of the songs that he had listed, he almost instinctively activated One for All at certain parts. This was his precision training, also stamina. It was also considered a hobby, but he liked to think about it as a workout, nothing more, nothing less. That’s why he never brought it up in casual conversation and avoided the topic all together. The topic?

Dancing.

Izuku had found out dancing shortly after joining UA, having accidentally spotted Mina doing a freestyle breakdance sort of thing in a park. Asking about it, he discovered that it proved as a stress reliever and workout for her, keeping her agile and flexible. Plus, she had stated with a bright smile that only she could give, “It’s a hell of a lot of fun!” So he had decided to give it a look, finding different videos and tutorials to find a style that he liked and suited him. It was hard at first, finding himself completely lost in the midst of moves, but after a good bit he finally situated himself into finding his own dancing style.

The greenette mostly worked with fast-paced, upbeat songs that allowed him quicker movements and transitions. Afterall, he had sprouted an idea a few weeks prior that he wanted to try out that day during their practical hero training. The future symbol of peace decided to incorporate a dance routine, his style of course, into a fighting match. That’s what he had been working on, mixing standard moves and flips with punches and kicks. All the while, he activated and deactivated his quirk.

He found that when he did that, not keeping One for All activated during an entire dance (or song), that it didn’t wear him out as much as if he kept it up. So he researched footage of him fighting, videos that had been filmed of the class for research purposes as to help the students fully correct their flaws in battle. Thank All Might for that. He determined the times when his opponents most commonly struck, when he needed his speed, and when he could take that fraction of a second to relax. Who knew when the energy would come in handy?

He pressed the play button on the screen on his phone before clicking it off and sliding it into the arm band he wore to hold the phone. A few times when he was starting out, he had placed it into the pocket of his shorts, but after he did a flip and it flew out, he decided to make a tiny but worthwhile investment. His screen cracked and he had to get it replaced. Let’s just say Mrs. Midoriya wasn’t very happy.

Snapping himself out of it, he ran over to the light switch and flicked it off before standing on the softly green-glowing ‘x’ that he had marked in invisible ink on the floor. He hoped no one would mind about it, since it didn’t harm the hardwood in any way. Then, the song started and Izuku grinned to himself in the dark, the green electricity crackling around him being the only source of light in the room, illuminating his figure in the mirror. “Ready, Aim, Fire” began playing and Izuku moved at the first beat. 03:04, June 18, 2019 (UTC)03:04, June 18, 2019 (UTC)

By the time that most of the other students were waking up to get ready for classes, Izuku had already finished his early morning workout, grabbing a quick shower before heading down to the lobby to help Iida prepare breakfast. Usually only ten to fifteen students ate the first meal, the number having originally been less than ten but thanks to Iida and Izuku’s encouragements to eat to have energy, a good few consented. Still, a couple only grabbed a protein bar or shake in the mornings, not having the stomach for a full meal, which both of the boys could understand.

Iida cooked up some rice, pretty easy with the cooker that the school provided and it was the perfect size for everyone. Izuku was in charge of making the toppings, deciding to go for the easy tamago gohan, just some simple raw eggs with soy sauce. He cracked an egg into a small bowl, pouring soy sauce into a separate dish and continued to do that for another twelve bowls. He didn’t know exactly how many people would show up, but he could set out more if he needed to.

Turned out that he didn’t have to, exactly thirteen people(including he and Iida) showed up for breakfast. Even though it was a small victory, he still liked how it worked out. The meal tasted good, their classmates thanking them for the meal. Kirishima and Koda were on cleaning duty for the morning, allowing those who cooked to go get their things ready for classes, as they started in half an hour.

03:04, June 18, 2019 (UTC)03:04, June 18, 2019 (UTC)~

Classes occured as usual, nothing truly exciting happening. Mineta made a few pervish comments, Kaminari only made one before apologizing to Jirou(who it was pointed at), Kacchan blew up a desk(Mineta’s after being done with his shit), Sero accidentally stuck Uraraka to the wall with his tape, Hagakure took off her clothes to try to sneak out of class so she could grab a snack, Aizawa gave detention to a student(surprise, surprise, it was Hagakure), and Izuku mumbled more times than anyone had the ability to count.

Before anyone knew it, it was time for their last class of the day, specifically placed last just in case any students got injured so they didn’t miss any classes while recovering with everyone’s favorite nurse, Recovery Girl. It was time for practical hero training with the retired symbol of peace, All Might.

After the class got changed into their hero costumes, they met All Might out on the training ground, the hero waiting patiently until they all arrived. It was a bright, sunny day, the light shining through the windows at the ceiling to illuminate the entire building. “Alright, future heroes of tomorrow! Today, we will be doing a simple one on one battle, ten in total, and I want each of you to give it your best! This time, I will be giving you the option of picking your own battle opponents, so please discuss! If you can’t find a partner, come up to me and you’ll have one in no time. Figure this as a villain versus hero scenario and pick who will be the wrongdoer!”

Immediately, discussions started up throughout the twenty teens, each going to their friends and asking who wanted to fight. Izuku, waving off his speedy friend and dual-wielding rival, made his way over to a classmate who he didn’t actively seek out for a fight nearly at all. Kirishima. He tapped the boy’s shoulder, a slightly nervous smile on his lips.

“Hm? Oh, Midoriya! What’s up? You wanna fight?” the redhead question, a confident grin adorning his features. He always was up for a fight, especially with one of the strongest members of their class.

The shorter teenager nodded enthusiastically, his own smile becoming more assured at the sight of Kirishima’s. It was a common reaction for most of the class; the energetic rock-user having a certain aspect of his personality be contagious to those around him. “If you don’t have a partner already. I have an idea and I feel like you’d be the most trouble for it to work against. Please?”

His shark-toothed beam only grew. “Oh, whenever you have an idea, it’s a sight to see! I’m in! Mind if you’re the villain? I kind of want to see you act the part.” He held out his hand for Izuku to take, which he did with a confirming nod. It was totally on, and the greenette couldn’t back down anymore. He said he’d do something different and now that he said it out loud, there was no turning back. Plus, he got to play the villain for once! Everyone, even All Might, never assigned him the roll because they believed him to be too much of a “cinnamon roll”, whatever that meant. And he knew just the song.

Well, it was time to get this show started.

03:04, June 18, 2019 (UTC)Pandas113 (talk)

The odd hair-colored duo stood side by side as they watched the different spars, Tsuyu against Ochako(Uraraka winning), Mineta fighting Hanta(victory going to Sero), and Momo versus Koda(Koda lost, the building not having many useful critters around). No one had gotten seriously hurt other than a bit of nauseousness from Ochako, the two girl’s battle having been quite drawn out.

“Next, Kirishima battling Midoriya! Both boys, please head to the field. And try not to destroy anything?” The two teens smiled sheepishly as they walked out. Each was known for having the power to pummel any equipment they used into the ground easily. Their sensei had kind of gotten fed up with it, to no one’s surprise.

Izuku paused, turning to face the blonde teacher. He pulled a pair of wireless headphones out of his pocket, holding them up. “All Might-sensei? Do you think I could listen to music while we spar?”

“Music?” Toshinori pondered for a moment before nodding. “I don’t see why not. Just know that if your headphones break, neither Kirishima nor the school is responsible.” He was curious as to why his student would suddenly use such a thing in a fight, but he merely shrugged it off. Perhaps it was simply a way to concentrate.

The greenette nodded in thanks, switching them on, but not putting the earbuds in yet. He had the song that he wanted at the ready, only having to press the small button on the headset around his neck to play the song. His phone was sitting on the sidelines, with Todoroki, who he had entrusted to holding his device.

Standing opposite to each other, their goofy smiles turned serious, the atmosphere of battle settling around them. Kirishima and Izuku both were highly competitive, neither liking to lose. However, both were amazingly good sports about it, finding their faults and working to correct them through more training.

“Give me everything you got, understand Midoriya?” the redhead called out with a grin, lowering himself into a battle stance.

“Only if you agree to do the same!” He slipped the earbuds into his ears before lowering his hands again.

A whistle blew, All Might raising his arm and lowering it quickly. “Begin!” And so the brawl started, excited anxiety pooling in Izuku’s stomach as he reached up to press play. However, before he could tap the button, Kirishima rushed at him and hardened his fist to hit Izuku’s stomach. It seemed that since the last time they fought, the sturdy student had gotten faster. That was going to be a slight issue.

Activating One for All, Izuku jumped out of the way, doing a flip over Kirishima’s head to avoid the fist. He had to find an opening to turn on his music. That was the whole reason he wanted to brawl with his redhead friend! Regardless of what Izuku wished though, Kirishima kept running at him, throwing a flurry of quirk-enhanced punches his way, a smile plastered on his slightly hardened face as Izuku narrowly dodged them.

“Come on, villain! That all you got?! ” At that moment, the redhead almost sounded like Katsuki, taunting him to push harder, to go faster and give him a better fight. One that the both of them wanted and deserved. To prove that they had the strength and integrity to become the heroes of tomorrow. He didn’t really sound like a hero though, hilariously.

After only two minutes of dancing around(figuratively) the other, the greenette finally found an opening, reaching up and pressing his thumb on the button, turning on his music. He’d practiced the song in the morning, right before he finished his workout, so everything was fresh in his mind. The choreography, the beat, the lyrics, he had it all ingrained.

With a two quick guitar chords, the song started, a sadistic laugh and the words “this is about you” sounding quietly in the background. If All Might wanted a villain, he’d give him a villain. A hell of a good one, too. “Beware, beware, be skeptical,” he sang, voice echoing throughout the building. Kirishima paused, momentarily confused. What was he doing? Was he going to sing the song he was listening to?

On the sidelines, Kyoka grinned to herself. She knew that song and it was a good choice for the situation. She didn’t think he’d even be able to sing it, though, for the sole fact that the person sounded like an psychopath and cussed a good bit and the greenette was, in all honestly, such a cinnamon roll that if he for some ungodly reason cussed, it would be considered illegal. Well, also that he was in the middle of a fight and singing took an extreme amount of effort and lung capacity. Her old gym teacher used to tell her that if she could sing while working out, she wasn’t working hard enough. It was a good rule to live by. ((A/N: That's something that an old gym teacher of mine told me, since I had a habit of singing along to the song we had playing while we ran laps in the gym. Definitely got me to work harder. XD))

“Of their smiles, their smiles, of plated gold.” Izuku grinned, jumping back out of Kirishima’s reach, deactivating his quirk. The electricity fizzled out and the observers were confused. Was he conceding? And what the heck was with him singing? Then, that smile that they loved so much turned sour, a sinister look to it. It looked damn near crazy and fearsome, enough to make Kirishima recoil as it was pointed to him. No one ever wanted to be on the receiving end of that expression.

“Deceit so natural, but a wolf in sheep’s clothing is more than a warning!” The singing teenager suddenly rushed at Kirishima with quirk still deactivated, throwing a series of punches at him during the sharp points of the next verse. One for All appeared only right before they made contact with the hardened skin, creating a flashing light show as Kirishima flew back. He kept singing all the while, the faux villain playing his part beautifully. The way he sauntered about while his moves had him just avoiding the punches and jabs of Kirishima, it barely looked like a sane person, much less the greenette they all knew and loved. "Baa baa black sheep, have you any soul? No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals?" A few raised their eyebrows, having heard Izuku just the other day say "h-e-double hockey sticks" instead of the actual word hell. So when the cinnamon roll sang "Jack, be nimble, Jack be quick. Jill's a little whore and her alibis are turning tricks!" people were gasping for air. Even if it was just a song, it was near blasphemous to hear such words come out of his mouth.

"So could you tell me how you're sleeping easy? How you're only thinking of yourself." The greenete spared a half-second, near-ferocious glance toward the sideline, locking eyes with one spikey haired blonde. Shivers ran down his spine. "Show me how you justify, telling all your lies like second nature!" He faced back to Kirishima, doing a twist and kicking the redhead directly in the jaw upside down, electricity crackling as it came into contact with semi-hardened skin. "Listen, mark my words: one day," his hauntingly melodic voice rang out, doing an easy back handspring to stand up straight. "You will pay-" He pointed at Kirishima tauntingly, who was on the ground and stumbling to stand upright. "You will pay~ Karma's gonna come collect your debt!"

The fight went on, Kirishima getting a bit more footing after having composed himself from the initial shock of Izuku's new style. They got passed the second verse and had just ended the chorus once again and Izuku was fully dived into his part. It was frightening for his classmates, he could tell, but it made it all the more fun. He enjoyed acting bratty and a bit psychotic, feeling confident for once. But it wasn't as if he enjoyed hurting Kirishima or anything. No, he just got into the roles he was told to play. All Might said villain, so that was who he was until the fight was over. Kyoka leaned against the wall, humming softly to herself as she watched the brawl. To be honest, it should have been called more a dance battle than anything, one side being immensely better than the other. Izuku's skill in hand to hand wasn't the greatest, but his intelligence of his own weaknesses was astounding, far outweighing Kirishima's pure manpower. Sure, the redhead got a few hits in, but it wasn't much compared to the endless blows Izuku was dealing out. Double that with the fact that he was making Kirishima's fear skyrocket by the expressions on his face, Midoriya had this in the bag. And they were just getting to the best part of the song.

"Maybe you'll change..." Izuku jumped back, giving them both a bit of time to recover. It was clear that the shark-toothed teen couldn't keep up his quirk for much longer. He was going to do his ultimate: Unbreakable. Izuku hadn't gone against it yet and was hoping that'd be what he'd get to try his new style against. But, it hadn't shown yet, so he wouldn't use his shoot style mixed with dance just yet. It was simply a normal fighting style. "Abandon all your wicked ways, make amends and start anew again! Maybe you'll see all the wrongs you did to me, and start all over, start all over again!"

His semi-sweet tone suddenly turned sharp and furious, like all the pent up anger that had ever resided in Izuku bubbled to the surface all at once. Still, the greenette couldn't help but hold up a finger pointed clearly in Bakugou's direction, not taking his eyes off of Kirishima. "Oh who am I kidding? Now, let's not get overzealous here! You've always been a huge piece of /shit/!" He finally spared a glance over at Katsuki, glaring menacing with a smirk and flipping him off. Needless to say, All Might just about had a heart attack, along with half of the class. Did he just...?! "And if I could kill you, I would!" he near yelled, looking back to the redhead who was steadily approaching, albeit cautiously. He lowered himself into a battle stance, grin growing wider at the sight of Kirishima going to his ultimate. "But it's frowned upon in all fifty states! Having said that, burn-!" he charged up One for All, deciding to give it his all, the most his body could sustain at once. He'd make sure not to hurt his friend though. "in-!" Izuku bent down, ready to charge. "hell!" As he sang the last note, he shot off like a bullet, doing the song's run before improvising, calling out a "come and get me, hero!" instead of the scripted "Where are you, motherfucker, haha!" He had a feeling that would have literally killed his teacher. And Iida. The poor class representative was looking like he was having an aneurism.

Kirishima had fully hardened and rushed to meet the speeding green blur with a gritty "You better count on it, villain!" Both boys were clearly invested in the fight, giving it their all. Despite how much Izuku's behavior disturbed him and how easily he filled into the part of the bad guy, All Might was proud of both of them. The two of them certainly never gave it less than their best during a good ol' brawl. Still, he was going to have a talk with his successor about that hand gesture that he flashed his classmate.

"So tell me how you're sleeping easy, how you're only thinking of yourself." A rock-solid fist connected harshly with a red boot, another foot quickly twisting around to strike the taller boy's back. Then, Izuku kicked it up a gear, landing on the ground before speeding around Kirishima in circles, throwing twelve percent punches left and right, too fast for him to see. All that was visible was a constant streak of green electricity zapping the air in a perfect ring circling Kirishima. Said boy was starting to reach his limit, the constant battery breaking down his quirk faster than he thought. "Show me how you justify telling all your lies like second nature!" With a smirk, Izuku stopped abruptly in front of Eijirou and leaned down to spin himself into a top position, legs kicking out while he was spinning on his head. He landed multiple blows on the hero's face. "Listen, mark my words: one day, you will pay, you will pay!" Another energized kick impacted the softening chest, making Red Riot groan sharply. "Karma's gonna come collect your debt!" Another kick to the chin sent him flying backwards, the redhead's bare back skidding him roughly on the ground.

"Karma's gonna come collect your debt," he sang out, voice softer and sweeter than before, a clear sign that he knew he had victory. He sauntered over to Kirishima, who was laying on his back trying to regain the breath that had gotten knocked out of his lungs. He gently placed his foot on the boy's chest, smiling down at him. "Karma has come to collect your debt!~" The last line he had modified, finding it fitting for the situation. And as the jazzy in his headset was said, All Might blew his whistle, signalling the fight over and Izuku the winner. Immediately, the greenette took his foot off of Kiri and knelt down next to him. "Hey, are you okay? I didn't get you that bad in the last part there, did I?"

With one eye open and looking at Izuku, Kirishima, despite the struggle to breathe, laughed in relief. "Dude, do me a favor. Never become a villain. You're the scariest mother trucker I've ever seen," he laughed, shaking his head. All of the students on the sideline, even Bakugou, thought variants of the exact same thing. 'Agreed.'

Let me know how you liked it!