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MHA129- Tutu
🕑 Added 2025-06-02 15:55:57 +0000 UTCAnother ten minutes of beating his ass, and nothing. No tendrils. No second Quirk. Just Izuku eating dust and me getting mildly entertained. I set the broom down, watching him groan on the ground. “Be honest with me,” I said. “Were you perving on girls, and the power just awakened in your mental kink horror house?”
Izuku went stiff. “WHAT?!”
Eri tilted her head. “What is ‘mental kink horror house’?”
Izuku sat up so fast he nearly choked. “DO NOT ANSWER THAT!”
I waved her off. “Something you do not need to worry about for at least twenty years.” Then I looked back, "Let's make it fifty years." I squatted down next to Izuku, smirking. “So? Did your power manifest because you were peeping? Some hentai protagonist revelation bullshit?”
His face turned red, but not from exhaustion. “NO! That is not… Why would- Where did you even get that idea?!”
I shrugged. “You have stress responses. This was a new stress response. If we are ruling out life-or-death panic, then what else could have triggered it? What were you really thinking about when it happened?”
Izuku rubbed his temples. “It was during training-”
“Yeah, yeah, I heard you the first time. But what were you thinking?” I tapped his forehead. “Because if you were just reacting, that means your subconscious made a choice. So what the hell was in your head?”
Izuku looked away. “I… don’t know.”
Eri gasped. “Did you block it out? Was it too scary?”
Izuku hesitated. “I… it wasn’t like that, I just-”
I squinted. “Oh my god. It was some horny shit, wasn’t it?”
He threw a rock at me. I dodged. “Shut up! It wasn’t! It was…” He exhaled, shaking his head. “I was just focused on winning, okay? And then suddenly, my arms moved on their own, and bam, Quirk goes off.”
I hummed, picking up the broom again. “Sounds like a skill issue.”
Izuku groaned, running a hand down his face. “This isn’t helping.”
Eri kicked her legs. “Maybe you need to try something different.”
I pointed at her. “Smart kid.” Then at Izuku. “Dumbass brother.”
Izuku rolled his eyes but sat up properly. “Okay, fine. What do you suggest, genius?”
I looked at Eri. “Got any ideas, shorty?”
She clapped her hands together. “What if he pretends you are a big villain?”
Izuku frowned. “That… That is not how my Quirk works.”
Eri pouted. “But if you pretend he is scary, maybe your power will come out?”
I grinned, cracking my knuckles. “Yeah, Izuku. Pretend I am scary.”
Izuku rubbed his face. “You are scary.”
“Good. Then run.”
Izuku barely had time to react before I threw the broom at him like a javelin. He yelped, dodging at the last second. “WHY?!”
I lunged after him. “No powers, right? That means I can chase you.”
Eri gasped. “Ohhh! Like tag!”
“NOT LIKE TAG!” Izuku bolted.
I ran after him, grabbing the broom mid-step. “This is your training now! Outrun me, or awaken your stupid power!”
Eri cheered. “Go, go, go!”
Izuku cursed under his breath, sprinting across the training field. I gave him a five-second head start before kicking off after him. “You better hope you get that Quirk back, ’Zuku! I am getting bored!”
“HOW IS THIS TRAINING?!” he shouted over his shoulder.
“I am training your survival instincts! Real heroes run!”
Eri cupped her hands around her mouth. “Izuku! Think about the scary thing!”
Izuku tried. I could tell by the way his hands flexed, like he was willing his Quirk to do something. But nothing came out. No black whips. No energy surge. Just pure desperation as I closed the gap.
Then his foot caught on a stray rock.
“Shit…!”
He went down.
I stopped right before crashing into him, watching as he hit the dirt. Hard. He groaned, rolling onto his back, panting.
I sighed, nudging his ribs with my foot. “Pathetic.”
Izuku groaned again.
Eri ran over, peeking down at him. “You did not do it.”
He wheezed. “Yeah. Noticed.”
I crouched beside him. “Alright. Last chance. Think really hard. If you do not figure this out now, I am throwing you into the woods.”
Izuku shut his eyes. His breathing slowed. “I don’t think… it works like that.”
I sat next to Izuku, letting him catch his breath. “Fine. From what you described, these tendrils seem to be an Emitter-type Quirk.”
Izuku groaned, rolling onto his side. “Why didn’t you start with that?”
I shrugged. “It was fun beating you. Right, shorty?”
Eri nodded immediately, swinging her legs. “Very fun!”
Izuku muttered something under his breath and sat up properly. He scowled, rubbing his face like he was reconsidering every life choice that led him here. “So, what about it being an Emitter-type?”
I stretched out my legs. “Emitter Quirks work on four principles. First, they are inactive by default, meaning you have to activate them yourself. Second, range varies. Some need physical contact; others have no limit. Third, users usually have some resistance to their own emissions, but not always. And last, Emitter Quirks cover a lot… fire, energy, solid matter, whatever.”
Izuku exhaled like someone handed him math homework laced with TNT. “Okay… That makes sense. So how do I activate it again?”
I jabbed his arm. “Go talk to Bakugo and Todoroki.”
He groaned. “Why them?”
“Because their Quirks are Emitter-types too, dumbass. Bakugo forces his Quirk out using explosions, and Todoroki controls his output constantly. You need to learn how to trigger yours at will, not just when you panic.”
Izuku sighed, rubbing his face. “Great. More training.”
Eri poked his cheek. “More running?”
“No,” Izuku said immediately.
I smirked. “You sure? Looked like it was working.”
Izuku shot me a glare, then stood, dusting himself off. “Alright, fine. I will ask them.”
Eri clapped. “I will cheer for you!”
I got up, stretching. “Cool. Now, let’s go home before Mom assumes we got arrested.”
Izuku groaned, but he didn’t argue.
Back at home, Mom barely looked up as we walked in. “You finally stop torturing your brother?”
I kicked off my shoes. “Nah, I just got bored.”
Izuku sighed. “He told me to talk to Bakugo and Todoroki about my Quirk.”
Mom raised an eyebrow. “That is surprisingly reasonable.”
I grabbed the mug mom put on the table, “Yeah, well, even I have my moments.”
Izuku grabbed his mug, sitting down. “So, when is the next training session?”
I flicked his forehead. “Not here.”
Mom nodded. “If you two break anything, you are both dead.”
Eri gasped. “Even me?”
Mom softened. “Not you, sweetie.”
Izuku exhaled. “I wasn’t gonna break anything…”
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh? So you control it now?”
He opened his mouth. Closed it. “Shut up.”
I grinned, stealing another dango. “Exactly.”
The next day, we were back in the dorms.
Bakugo was already outside, blowing shit up as usual. Todoroki stood a few feet away, watching him like he was trying to calculate if it was worth the effort to tell him to calm down.
Izuku sighed. “This is going to be painful.”
I clapped his shoulder. “That is the spirit.”
Bakugo finally noticed us and scowled. “What the fuck do you want?”
Izuku rubbed the back of his neck. “I, uh, need help.”
Bakugo snorted. “Tch. With what? Crying less?”
Izuku sighed. “I awakened something new in my Quirk. You saw it during the training. But I can’t activate it on purpose. Ryuu said I should ask you two. Black whips. They shot out during training yesterday, but I can’t seem to control them.”
Bakugo crossed his arms. “So you came to me? What the hell does that have to do with my Quirk?”
I leaned against a wall. “His Quirk is an Emitter-type. Like yours. Like Todoroki’s. You two have to control your output, right?”
Todoroki nodded. “That is true.”
Bakugo clicked his tongue. “Still sounds like a personal problem.”
Izuku exhaled. “Look, I just need to figure out how to activate it without stress. How did you two learn?”
Todoroki crossed his arms. “I was trained to use both halves efficiently.”
Bakugo scoffed. “Trial and error. And a lot of blasting shit.”
I gestured lazily. “So? Teach him.”
Bakugo scowled. “Tch. What is in it for me?”
I grinned. “I still have those pictures of you in that tutu. It would be a shame if they hit the internet and some genius decided to make a meme out of ‘Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight’- or should I say ‘Pretty Ballerina Boom Boom Bitch’?”
Bakugo’s eye twitched. “You wouldn’t.”
I pulled out my phone. “You sure about that?”
He lunged for it. I dodged, stepping back with a smirk. “Thought you didn’t care what people thought?”
“You little-”
I turned the screen toward him. A perfectly preserved image of Bakugo, in a frilly pink tutu, fists clenched like he was about to commit murder. Probably was.
Kirishima whistled. “Damn, bro. That is still kinda cute.”
Sero leaned in. “I am printing this on a shirt.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Sero peeked over. “You got more?”
Bakugo whirled on him. “I will kill all of you.”
I slipped the phone back into my pocket. “So, about that help?”
He crossed his arms, jaw tight. “Tch. Fine. But only because I would rather deal with this than your bullshit.”
I clapped my hands. “Great. Now, hurry up. I have shit to do.”
Bakugo cracked his neck, stepping forward. “Alright, nerd, listen up. You wanna control your shitty new power? You gotta understand how to trigger it. It is not just about getting pissed or panicking. It is about knowing the exact second to fire it off.”
Izuku nodded. “Right, so…”
“Shut up and let me finish,” Bakugo snapped. “My explosions don’t come out just because I am mad. It is a release, dumbass. A reaction. You gotta get your body used to calling on that shit without thinking.”
Todoroki nodded. “He is right. I don’t just freeze or burn things randomly. I adjust the output constantly, making sure it doesn’t go too far.”
Izuku frowned. “But when the black tendrils appeared, I wasn’t thinking about activating them. They just… happened.”
Bakugo rolled his eyes. “Yeah, because you are a dumbass who only figures shit out when he is about to die.”
Sero nudged Kirishima. “Sound familiar?”
Kirishima grinned. “Classic Izuku.”
Izuku sighed. “Okay, okay, but how do I make it happen without a life-or-death situation?”
Bakugo’s palms crackled. “Trial and error.”
Izuku groaned. “That is not-”
“Shut up.” Bakugo grabbed a training dummy from the side and tossed it in front of Izuku. “Hit it.”
Izuku blinked. “With what?”
Bakugo pointed. “With whatever the fuck you did before. Those black vine things.”
Izuku hesitated, then raised his arm. He clenched his fist, willing the power to come out.
Nothing.
Bakugo scoffed. “That is pathetic.”
Izuku glared. “It is not that simple!”
I swear to god, if I had a dollar for every time this green bean said that, I would own U.A. by now.
Todoroki hummed. “Maybe you need a different trigger.”
Izuku sighed. “Like what?”
I grabbed another training dummy and chucked it at him.
“Shit-!” Izuku dodged, barely avoiding getting smacked in the face. “WHAT THE HELL?!”
I picked up another. “What? You said stress made it work.”
He ducked again. “NOT LIKE THIS! WE TRIED IT!”
Bakugo snorted. “I say keep going.”
Todoroki crossed his arms. “It is a method.”
Sero leaned over to Kaminari. “Ten bucks says he dodges the next one.”
Kaminari smirked. “Bet.”
I threw another dummy.
Izuku dodged.
Kaminari grinned. “Ha! Pay up.”
Sero grumbled, handing over the money.
Izuku groaned. “Okay, can we focus?”
Bakugo cracked his knuckles. “Then stop being a useless nerd and activate it.”
Izuku muttered something under his breath and took a deep breath. He flexed his fingers, staring at them like the answer would appear if he just concentrated hard enough.
I yawned. “Boring.”
Bakugo clenched his jaw. “I fucking hate that I agree with him.”
I chuckled, shaking my head as an idea formed. “Class 1-A, gather up. I just thought of something amazing.”
People turned, curiosity sparking. “What is it this time, Ryuu?” Izuku asked warily. “Want to beat me with more people?”
“Nah,” I said, already reaching into my pocket. The moment I pulled it out, Bakugo stiffened like he had just walked into an active war zone.
The tutu.
Comments
TheFanficGOD
I did post Bakugo in Tutu right?
hector lyng
Holy crap, the meme with the tutu is missing, please.
