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MHA178- Show It!
🕑 Added 2025-07-19 16:50:16 +0000 UTCI plucked the kitten off my bed. She let out a tiny squeak but didn’t fight it, curling into my hand like she owned the place already. Eri was half inside my bag by now, pulling things out like she was looking for treasure. The way my hoodie landed on the floor told me she had clearly been using this room as her little kingdom while I was gone. Crayons were scattered on the desk, coloring pages taped crooked on the wall.
I sat down on the edge of the bed, setting the kitten in my lap as I rubbed behind her ears. “What did you name her?”
Eri looked up, clutching my pencil case like it might hold candy. “Mochi.”
I glanced down at the little furball. “She doesn’t look like a mochi.”
“She does if you squish her,” Eri said, smushing the kitten gently. Mochi let out a squeak and bit my thumb. “See? Round and dangerous. Just like you.”
Izuku leaned against the doorway, smirking. “Better than naming her Cat, I guess.”
I shifted the kitten off my lap when she tried to bite my sleeve. “She’s been in here five minutes and already thinks she owns it.”
Eri crossed her arms. “It is her room too.”
I raised a brow. “So now it is her room? I leave for a few weeks and get evicted?”
“You can share,” she said like it was obvious.
“Uh huh. Sharing with a cat that thinks my hand is food.”
Eri grinned, proud of herself. “I fed her every day!”
“Yeah? She still alive, so I believe it.”
Eri knelt by my bag, pulling out a wrapped box. “What is this?”
“Yours,” I said. “Don’t open it yet.”
She hugged it to her chest, her grin so wide it made my face twitch. “Okay. But only because you said so.”
Mom walked past the door, carrying laundry. “Don’t let her scatter your things again, Ryuu.”
“Too late,” I muttered, nudging the crayons with my foot.
Eri huffed. “They are organized!”
Izuku peeked into the bag on the floor. “Doesn’t look organized.”
Mom sighed, already walking away. “Come down for food.”
I grabbed Eri and tossed her over my shoulder like a sack of rice. She squeaked, clinging onto my back, and the damn kitten tried to climb my arm like I was a tree. Now I had two freeloaders attached to me.
Eri pointed. “See? She likes you.”
“She is plotting my murder.”
Izuku snickered, “Wouldn’t be the first time someone tried.”
“Zuzu,” I called as I headed for the stairs, “I am taking your room.”
He glanced back, halfway down the hall. “Nuh uh.”
I glared. “You barely sleep here.”
He shrugged. “Still mine.”
I kicked his shin on the way past. “Selfish bastard.”
Eri giggled, her little fists tapping my back. “You two fight like Mochi and the stray cat.”
“Guess I should hiss next time,” I muttered.
At the table, Mom had already laid out food. The smell hit hard enough to make Eri squirm on my shoulder. She reached out like she was trying to fly toward the plate of bread.
“Sit properly or you are getting nothing,” Mom said.
Eri scrambled down and parked herself in a chair so fast it almost tipped. I set the kitten on the floor. It meowed like it was demanding a seat too.
Mom waved me off. “It ate already. Don’t spoil her.”
Eri pouted. “She deserves snacks.”
“She’s a cat,” Izuku said, grabbing a plate.
“And you are a nerd. Everyone has problems,” I shot back, sliding into a chair.
Izuku didn’t even look up. “Keep talking. Your plate might vanish.”
Mom handed Eri a small bowl. “Don’t feed Mochi from the table.”
“She’ll just steal it later,” Eri muttered, spooning rice.
“Sounds like someone I know,” I said.
Izuku sighed. “Don’t look at me.”
“Didn’t say it was you.”
Eri snickered. “It is you, Ryuu.”
“Finally, someone said it.” Izuku smiled at Eri.
“I am surrounded by snakes.”
Mom sat down. “Eat. You two can argue after.”
I reached for my bowl but Izuku snatched the fish first. “See? Proof.”
He rolled his eyes, “You don’t even like fish.”
“That is beyond the point,” I said, swiping the plate back.
Izuku smirked, already reaching for the rice like nothing happened. “You are just mad I am faster.”
“Fast at stealing, maybe.”
Eri leaned over her bowl, kicking her feet under the table. “You are both slow. Mochi would’ve grabbed it first.”
I gave her a flat look. “Your cat got two brain cells. She would grab the plate and flip it.”
“Still faster than you,” she said, spooning another mouthful.
Mom tapped the table. “Both of you shut up and eat before it gets cold.”
Izuku pointed his chopsticks at me. “He started it.”
I flicked a piece of pickled radish at his face. “And I will finish it.”
He caught it and kept eating. “I am telling Mom.”
“You are eighteen,” I said. “Act like it.”
“You are acting five,” he shot back.
Eri held up her bowl, grinning. “I am acting seven. That means I’m winning.”
“Winning what?” I asked.
“Life,” she said, chewing loudly.
I looked at Mom. “You hear this?”
“She is right,” Mom said without even pausing as she ladled more soup.
Eri giggled, pointing her spoon at me. “And you are losing.”
Mom set down her chopsticks. “Eat. All of you.”
I grabbed a piece of bread and stuffed it in my mouth before anyone else could claim it. “Fine.” Still kicked Izuku's shin under the table.
He didn’t flinch. “Weak.”
“You’re lucky Mom’s here.”
Mom glanced up. “Try me. I will throw both of you out.”
Eri raised her hand. “Can I have their food if you do?”
Mom nodded. “Yes.”
“Traitors,” I said, looking at both of them.
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Izuku and I made our way to the field.
All Might stood in front of the class in the training field, arms crossed, a grin on his face. “It has been a while, hasn’t it?”
Nobody answered. They were too busy stretching, cracking knuckles, or sizing each other up. This wasn’t the first time they shown off their new moves, but every time, it turned into a bit of flexing, competition, and someone (usually Kaminari) eating shit.
All Might nodded. “We are focusing on practical combat today. Show off what you have learned. Push your limits.” He gestured toward the space in front of him. “Who is first?”
Aoyama strutted forward first, his usual dramatic flair dialed up to eleven. “Feast your eyes! NAVEL SAAABER!”
A concentrated beam shot from his waist, solid, crackling with power.
I stared. “That thing looks like a damn strap-on.”
Kaminari wheezed so hard he bent over, nearly toppling.
“Ryuu, what the hell?!” Uraraka slapped my arm, but she was biting her lip, clearly trying not to laugh.
Aoyama gasped, clutching his chest like I shot him instead of just pointing out the obvious. “HOW DARE YOU!”
Mineta muttered, “I mean, he is not wrong.”
Hagakure stepped next to him, waving a hand through his beam, bending the light. “Focus up, boys! This is actual technique, not your dirty minds at work!”
I raised a brow. “Sure, sure. Keep telling yourself that.”
Mina jumped forward, her whole body covered in some high-viscosity acid, the glow around her shifting like a weird, molten shell. “Acidwoman, baby! I am untouchable now!”
Bakugo scoffed. “Untouchable? Bet I could blow right through it.”
Mina stuck her tongue out. “Not if I melt your ass first.”
Jiro tapped her earjack against her thigh. “Why does everything sound sexual when you idiots talk?”
Sero smirked. “Because we are idiots.”
Ojiro and Sato stepped forward together. Ojiro twirled his tail, while Sato clenched his fists. Both launched into a flurry of strikes, their hits faster than before, more targeted.
Kirishima grinned. “Damn, you guys got quick.”
“Shishido was no joke,” Sato said, shaking out his hands. “Dude barely gave us time to breathe.”
Shoji and Jiro were up next, moving in sync. Jiro’s earjacks shot into the ground, soundwaves pulsing through the area. Shoji’s arms flexed, his extra limbs shifting as he scanned ahead.
“Advanced search techniques,” Shoji explained. “Gang Orca pushed us hard on coordination.”
Mineta and Sero swung forward together, Mineta tossing his dumbass balls while Sero latched onto them mid-air, slingshotting himself around. It was… actually decent.
Momo nodded approvingly. “That is surprisingly well thought out.”
Mineta beamed. “It was my idea!”
Sero deadpanned, “It was not.”
Iida, ever the professional, stepped up, his movements lighter, smoother than before. “Manual taught me how to adjust my speed without overcommitting!”
Izuku, ever the try-hard, shot Blackwhip forward, the tendrils coiling and moving with way more control than before. He pulled himself into the air, flipping mid-motion before landing clean.
I nodded. “Not bad. You look like less of a flailing idiot now.”
He huffed. “That is not a compliment, is it?”
“Nope.”
Tokoyami stepped forward, Dark Shadow swirling around him. Even in Hawks’ absence, he sharpened every part of his fighting style.
Fat Gum had apparently gotten Kirishima to “deflate villains’ confidence,” which basically meant tanking hits, smirking, and talking enough shit that even I was impressed.
Ochaco and Tsuyu took their turn, showing off how much smoother their teamwork had gotten.
Yaoyorozu followed, flipping a creation into her hand mid-spin. Her movements were cleaner, sharper, less wasted energy.
Bakugo stepped up next, rolling his shoulders. He didn’t say anything. Just shot forward, explosions propelling him at ridiculous speeds. He pivoted last second, dodging an imaginary attack before blowing a crater into the ground.
Todoroki was right after, moving faster, ice and fire weaving together in a way that was less about raw power and more about actual combat flow.
I smirked. “Damn, Ice Princess finally learned how to be efficient.”
Todoroki tilted his head. “I was always efficient.”
Iida coughed into his fist. “You once built a fifty-foot ice wall for no reason.”
Todoroki blinked. “It was structurally sound.”
Bakugo snorted. “It was a damn skyscraper in the middle of a street fight.”
Izuku, the nerd, showed off again how much better he could use his Black Whip Quirk. The class watched, nodding, until Bakugo scoffed.
“You still look stupid.”
Izuku pouted. “It is functional.”
Bakugo cracked his knuckles. “Yeah? Let’s test that.”
Izuku immediately shook his head. “That is not necessary!”
Kirishima leaned over. “It kinda is.”
Hagakure nudged Aoyama. “Why do you look like you are about to cry?”
Aoyama sniffled. “They bullied my NAVEL SAAABER…”
Mineta muttered, “You made it too easy.”
All Might, bless his exhausted soul, clapped again. “Wonderful progress, everyone!”
I stretched my arms above my head. “So, we done here, or do we gotta do another round?”
Kaminari furrowed his brows. “Wait, wait… why are you not showing your progress?”
Bakugo sneered, arms crossed. “Tch. Probably doesn’t have anything to show for.”
I shrugged. “This place is not convenient to show.”
Mineta, smug as hell, grinned. “Oh? Did you fall behind, Ryuu? I can teach you a thing or two.”
I chuckled, not giving a shit.
Uraraka shook her head and muttered to Tsuyu, “They are asking for it.”
Kirishima scratched the back of his head. “Come on, guys. We all worked our asses off. Pretty sure Ryuu’s been grinding too.”
Mina tilted her head. “Then why not just show us?”
“Because it is not a ‘Hey, let’s do a demo in the middle of class’ kind of move,” I said.
Todoroki studied me for a moment, probably debating if I was bullshitting or not. “It sounds destructive.”
“Very,” I admitted.
Bakugo scoffed. “You mean flashy.”
“Same thing.”
Jiro glared, squinting. “So, what? You blow up an entire block now?”
“More like send a whole-ass shockwave across it,” I said.
Kaminari whistled. “Damn. That serious?”
I nodded. “It is a long-range strike. You get caught in it, and you are flying.”
Sero grinned. “Yo, that sounds kind of sick, not gonna lie.”
Mineta smirked. “Still sounds like an excuse. You could just dial it back, give us a little peek.”
I raised a brow. “You volunteering to be the test dummy?”
Mineta faltered for half a second before huffing. “I mean, you wouldn’t actually hit me.”
“Wouldn’t I?”
Bakugo cracked his knuckles. “If you won’t show it, then what’s the point of hyping it up?”
“You hyped it up, not me,” I said.
“Tch. Big talk for someone who can’t keep up without blowing up his own face.”
“Say that again and I will blast you into UA’s foundation, dumbass.”
Kirishima leaned forward. “Alright, but real talk… how strong is it compared to your old stuff?”
I thought about it for a second. “Imagine Galaxy Impact but ranged. And bigger.”
Aoyama blinked. “Bigger than that killing punch you did before?”
I nodded.
Mina grinned. “Okay, that is badass.”
Uraraka sighed. “I can already see Aizawa’s future headaches.”
The chanting started fast, eager voices pushing for a show.
"Show it! Show it!"
Kirishima was grinning, fists pumping. Kaminari joined in, hyping it up like a damn announcer. Even Todoroki, usually the quiet one fisting the sky.
I sighed, already knowing there was no way out of this. "Fine. Y’all wanted this. When Aizawa kills me for leveling the training field, I am haunting all of you."
The class scattered, clearing a space big enough for whatever was about to happen.
"Do not destroy the training ground," All Might warned, though his voice had that underlying teacher amusement. He had probably seen way worse back in the day.
I rolled my shoulders, stepping forward. "I will try."
Bakugo scoffed. "That means he is definitely gonna fuck something up."
Mina smirked. "I hope so. I wanna see something explode."
I ignored them, stretching my fingers before planting my feet. This wasn't something I used lightly… long-range destruction wasn't always practical, but if I was gonna do this, I might as well go all in.
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TheFanficGOD
Thank you!
hector lyng
The story is getting good, I want to see the destruction meme now.
