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MHA130- Izuku's Great Revenge
🕑 Added 2025-06-03 21:20:25 +0000 UTCThe tutu.
Bakugo twitched. The ghost of past humiliation flickered in his eyes. “The fuck is that doing here? Why is it in your pocket?”
I ignored him, turning to the class. “Alright, listen up. Catch Izuku, and we get to dress him up, take pictures, and put them all over the internet.”
A second of silence. Then chaos.
“Oh, hell yes,” Kaminari grinned, cracking his knuckles.
“This is bullying,” Izuku muttered.
“Eh, it is tradition,” Jiro said, stretching.
“You people are insane,” Todoroki deadpanned.
“Obviously,” Sero said. “So, what is the plan?”
I smirked. “Training Ground Gamma. Open space, plenty of places to corner him.”
Izuku backed up. “Wait, wait-”
Too late. Kirishima grabbed him in a headlock, already dragging him toward the training area. “C’mon, Midoriya! This is good for your reflexes!”
“Reflexes my ass!” Izuku squirmed. “This is illegal!”
Mina patted his shoulder as she passed. “Nope. Aizawa didn’t say we couldn’t.”
“That is not-”
Bakugo let out a bark of laughter, the kind that sounded way too much like a war cry. "Hell yeah!" He shot forward, already reaching for Izuku before the bastard even had time to run.
Izuku barely managed to twist out of Kirishima’s grip, eyes wide with the kind of panic that came from knowing you were absolutely fucked. "Wait-!"
No waiting. Bakugo was already on him.
Izuku ducked, rolling out of the way just as Bakugo’s palm crackled with a small burst of fire. The explosion missed, but it was enough to send him skidding across the ground. He scrambled to his feet, eyes darting for an escape.
No dice.
Kaminari and Sero were circling around, grinning like they had just been handed the keys to chaos. Mina was already bouncing on her heels, eyes gleaming with excitement. "C’mon, Izu, make it fun for us!"
"This isn’t fun!" Izuku yelped.
Mina grinned wider. "That’s what makes it fun."
Todoroki sighed from the sidelines, crossing his arms. "This seems unnecessary."
"Unnecessary, yes," I agreed, leaning against a crate, watching the disaster unfold. "Hilarious? Also yes."
Sero launched a tape toward Izuku’s ankle. He jumped, barely dodging, but the second he landed, Kaminari was already moving in. He charged up just enough electricity to make the air buzz, hands outstretched. "Don’t make me zap you, bro!"
Izuku did the worst thing possible—he hesitated.
Kaminari lunged.
"Shit-!" Izuku ducked, barely slipping past the grab, but he was too slow. Bakugo was already there, grinning like a damn gremlin. "Where the fuck you think you are going, nerd?"
Izuku tried to backpedal. Bakugo grabbed the collar of his jacket and yanked him forward.
Boom.
A small explosion sent them both stumbling. Izuku hit the ground, rolling with the impact, and Bakugo skidded back, cursing under his breath.
Mina clapped. "Ohhh, that was close!"
Kirishima jogged forward, grinning. "Damn, Midoriya, you are fighting like your life depends on it."
"It does!" Izuku shouted, already scrambling up again. His breathing was picking up, eyes darting. Good. He was feeling it now.
Mina leaned in toward me. "Think it will happen?"
I shrugged. "Hope so. If not, we get a good show."
Bakugo snarled, cracking his knuckles. "Quit fucking running and fight back!"
"I AM TRYING!" Izuku shot back.
Yaoyorozu sat beside me, shaking her head. “This is foolish.”
I shrugged. “Probably.”
Iida’s engines flared as he shot forward, arms pumping. “This is for a friend!” He was too noble for his own good.
Uraraka floated above, scanning for an opening.
Mineta lurked at the edges, moving weird. Shoji was already side-eyeing him, hands twitching like he was one step from launching him into orbit.
Sato shoved a handful of sugar into his mouth and charged, muscles swelling.
Izuku swerved between them, barely keeping ahead. His face screamed betrayal. “Why are you all like this?!”
Jiro leaned against a crate. “He is asking the wrong questions.”
“Yeah,” Kaminari said. “Should be asking how long he lasts before someone tackles him.”
“Fifteen seconds,” Sero guessed.
I cracked my knuckles. “Ten.”
Hagakure’s voice came from nowhere. “Five.”
Bakugo was already gunning for him, explosions popping. Izuku threw himself sideways, barely dodging, only to find himself face-to-face with Kirishima.
“Gotcha, bro!” Kirishima grinned, reaching.
Izuku ducked. “No, you don’t!” He bolted in the other direction, but Iida was already there.
“Midoriya!” Iida chopped the air. “Face your challenges with honor!”
“I refuse!” Izuku kicked off the ground, flipping over him.
Sato came in swinging. Izuku twisted mid-air, barely avoiding a punch that could probably break a truck. He hit the ground, rolling, and dashed toward a stack of barrels.
Mina whistled. “Damn, he is fast.”
Shoji sighed. “Not fast enough.”
He wasn’t. Bakugo caught up, grabbed the back of his jacket, and slammed him into the dirt.
“Fucking pathetic,” Bakugo spat. “Where is your power now, huh?”
Izuku groaned. “I hate all of you.”
Uraraka floated down. “You are alive, though.”
Izuku muttered something about terrible friends.
Mineta shuffled closer. “We can still dress him up, right?”
Shoji punched him into a wall.
Kirishima rubbed his neck. “So, uh, we still making him activate his power?”
I walked toward Izuku, holding the tutu up like an offering. “Damn, we do.”
His entire body locked up like I just pointed a gun at him. “NO!”
And just like that, black tendrils shot out of his arms, wild and unpredictable, lashing through the air. I grabbed Toru on instinct and jumped back. The others scattered just in time to avoid getting caught.
“Holy shit!” Kaminari yelped, diving behind a crate.
“Fuck yeah!” Bakugo grinned, already gearing up to blast something.
Izuku barely had time to react before another tendril lashed out, nearly smacking Uraraka, who jumped back with a yelp. “Okay, nope! Don’t like that!”
“Holy shit!” Sero barely ducked as a tendril whipped past his head.
“Deku!” Uraraka took a step forward but immediately backpedaled as another tendril smacked the ground between them. “You good!?”
Izuku looked anything but good. His arms trembled as the tendrils twisted and flailed like they had a mind of their own. “I... I can’t-”
Bakugo clicked his tongue. “Tch. Useless nerd can’t even control his own damn Quirk.”
“Shut up, Bakugo!” Kaminari kept his distance, eyeing the tendrils like they were about to start grabbing throats. “This is kinda serious, bro!”
Izuku clenched his teeth, trying to pull them back. The tendrils flickered, jerking unnaturally before one of them lashed toward Kirishima. He barely had time to harden before it smacked against his arm with enough force to shove him back.
“Okay,” Kirishima grunted. “That… actually kinda stung.”
Todoroki exhaled, stepping forward. “Izuku, stop resisting it. If you keep fighting, it will just-”
One of the tendrils cracked against the ground, kicking up dirt. Todoroki stopped mid-sentence and took a step back.
“Okay,” Jiro muttered. “This is a problem.”
Izuku’s breathing picked up, panicked and uneven. “I... I can’t make it stop-”
“Deku!” Todoroki tried again. “You just activated it, right!? You can pull it back!”
“That is not how this is working right now!” His voice edged on frustration as he tried to wrestle control.
Another tendril shot toward me. I twisted, barely dodging. “Hey, idiot! Quit trying to strangle us and figure your shit out!”
“I AM TRYING!”
“TRY HARDER!”
He was panicking, arms flailing as the tendrils moved without him. His breath came out ragged, like he had no idea how to make them stop.
Jiro crouched behind a pipe. “He looks like he is trying to fight off his own shadow.”
Kirishima clapped his hands. “Dude, relax! You gotta control it!”
“I AM TRYING!” Izuku shouted, dodging his own attack.
I twisted between the tendrils like I was dodging a bunch of drunk octopuses at a rave. They flailed and snapped, but I kept moving, stepping around them like they were slow-motion noodles. Izuku, the dumbass, was still freaking out, arms stiff, trying and failing to pull the damn things back.
I sighed. "Alright, that is enough of that."
I moved in before he could react, grabbed him by the neck, and held him still. His breath hitched, pupils blown wide with panic.
"Bad Izuku," I said.
Then I slapped his nose.
The tendrils stopped.
Snapped back.
Vanished.
Silence.
Class 1-A stood frozen, watching like I had just defused a bomb with a wet napkin.
"The fuck?" Bakugo muttered.
Izuku blinked, panting. His hands shook as he looked down at them, then back at me. "H-How...?"
I let go, dusting my hands. "Dunno. Maybe your Quirk respects dominance."
Jiro let out a snort, half-disbelieving. "Did Ryuu train him in childhood or what?"
Mina threw her hands up. "Bro, what the hell was that?! That was some dog trainer shit!"
"That made no goddamn sense!" Kaminari added. "How did that work?!"
I shrugged. "Dunno. Seemed logical."
Izuku still looked lost. "I... But... That shouldn’t have-"
I patted his head like he was a confused dog. "See? Who is a good little hentai tentacle user? You are."
His eye twitched. "I hate you."
"Yeah, yeah," I said, waving him off.
Todoroki stared at Izuku’s now completely normal arms. "So that was the solution? A slap?"
"Maybe," I said, stretching. "Maybe his Quirk needed a physical reset. Maybe it was psychological. Maybe he is just dumb, and his brain shuts down when you hit his nose."
"Or maybe," Uraraka started, crossing her arms, "he was panicking, and that just… snapped him out of it."
Izuku nodded slowly, still processing. "It... it felt like my body just... reacted. Like the panic shut off."
"See? Dumbass brain," I said. "Rebooted like a laggy phone."
Shoji tapped his chin. "So, the key to control is staying calm?"
"Or getting slapped," Sero said.
Mina whistled. "Man, imagine if that worked on all problems."
Bakugo clicked his tongue. "Tch. Shoulda just blasted him."
"Sure," I said. "Because exploding the guy struggling with control is the smart plan."
"Shut the fuck up."
I ignored him, grabbing Izuku’s arm and lifting it. "Alright, idiot, let’s try again. Summon your emo spaghetti."
Izuku took a breath, eyes narrowing as he focused. His fingers curled, and... pop. A single black tendril flickered into existence, thin and shaky but stable.
Everyone tensed.
I raised a hand.
Izuku flinched. "Wait..."
I flicked his forehead.
The tendril twitched, then retracted. No chaos this time, just a smooth pullback.
I grinned. "Nice. That is progress."
Izuku rubbed his forehead. "Did you have to flick me?"
"Yes," I said. "Now again."
He sighed, but he tried again. This time, the tendrils were more controlled, flowing out at will, then retracting. The class watched, half in awe, half in disbelief.
"That is actually kinda cool," Kirishima admitted.
"Yeah," Sero said. "Not when it was flailing like a horror movie, though."
Izuku flexed his fingers. "I think... I think I got it."
"Good," I said, slapping his shoulder. "Now, let’s see if you can use it for real."
His eyes widened. "Wait, what-"
I kicked him in the chest.
He yelped, stumbling back, but the tendrils snapped out, catching onto a pole and yanking him upright before he fell.
The moment he landed, realization hit.
"Whoa," he breathed. "I... I just-"
"You reacted," I said. "Finally."
Kaminari let out a breath. "Dude, we are never gonna let you live this down."
"Yeah," Jiro said, smirking. "Slapped like a misbehaving puppy, and it worked."
Izuku groaned. "I hate all of you."
I patted his head again. "Sure, buddy."
Todoroki, still watching, hummed. "So this is what happens when you mix Quirks with psychological triggers."
"Yup," I said. "Science."
Mina shook her head, grinning. "You are a menace."
"Thanks," I said.
Izuku was still messing with his tendrils, now stretching them, curling them around objects, testing their limits. He wasn’t panicking anymore. He was just using them. That was the real progress.
Bakugo scowled. "Finally figured out how to use your dumb power, huh?"
Izuku looked at him. Then, before anyone could react, he flicked his wrist.
A tendril shot out.
Wrapped around Bakugo’s ankle.
And yanked.
Bakugo hit the ground with a satisfying thud.
Silence.
Then:
"WHAT THE FUCK, DEKU?!"
Izuku blinked at his own hand like he couldn’t believe what he just did. Poor acting. "I... I didn’t mean to-"
Bakugo exploded back onto his feet, murder in his eyes. "YOU LITTLE SHIT-"
I stepped in, grabbing his collar before he could lunge. "Easy, Boom Boom Bitch."
"FUCK OFF!"
I shoved him back, shaking my head. "Not my fault you got outplayed."
Kaminari whistled. "Damn, Midoriya. That was kinda cold."
"I-" Izuku looked at his hand again, then at Bakugo. Then, slowly, his lips twitched. "I mean… it was an accident."
Bakugo’s eye twitched. "I WILL FUCKING-"
I let go of his collar just to see what would happen.
He lunged.
Izuku yelped, leaping back, his tendrils snapping out, grabbing a pole, and yanking him out of reach.
Bakugo hit the dirt again.
Everyone just stared.
Mina snorted. "Yo, is this his ultimate counter to Bakugo? Just yoink out of danger?"
Bakugo slammed a fist into the ground, smoke curling from his palms. "YOU ARE SO FUCKING DEAD."
Izuku, clinging to the pole, realized something.
He grinned.
Oh.
Oh, this was gonna be good.
I crossed my arms, watching with amusement as realization fully hit him.
"Hey, Bakugo," Izuku said, smirking.
"WHAT."
Izuku flexed his fingers. "Can’t hit me if you can’t reach me."
Silence.
Bakugo's explosion cracked so hard it sent dust flying.
"Oh, he is pissed," Sero said.
"He is always pissed," Jiro muttered.
Izuku, still hanging from the pole, beamed. "Thanks, Ryuu. This really is useful."
I grinned. "No problem."
Bakugo launched himself forward. "DEKU-!"
Izuku shot another tendril.
And zipped away.
Bakugo crashed into the ground.
Laughter exploded from the class.
Kaminari wiped a tear. "Holy shit, this is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen."
"Midoriya unlocked ‘fuck this, I am out’ mode," Mina cackled.
Bakugo shot to his feet, wild-eyed, looking for where Izuku had landed. "YOU BETTER NOT RUN, SHITNERD!"
Izuku, from a rooftop: "I am not running! I am strategically avoiding your fists!"
Sero wheezed. "Bro, this is the best training session ever."
Todoroki sighed, rubbing his temples. "This is getting ridiculous."
I stretched. "Yup. And it is great."
Bakugo snarled. "I SWEAR TO GOD-"
Izuku zipped to another pole.
Bakugo chased.
I watched them go, then turned to the others. "Alright, I am bored. Who wants lunch?"
A unanimous chorus of "Hell yeah" followed.
Behind us, Bakugo’s explosions shook the field.
"GET BACK HERE, YOU FUCKING COWARD...!"
Izuku, still hanging upside down, watched the others double over with laughter. “I… didn’t lose control this time,” he muttered.
I grinned. “Told you. Just needed the right threat.”
“You are the worst.”
“And you are not screaming anymore. Progress.”
Good training day.
Comments
TheFanficGOD
Thank you!
hector lyng
When I thought about the title I thought the revenge was with Ryuu but I was completely wrong, it was fantastic, thank you very much for the chapter.7
