(A/N): This is more so based on the books because I like the books more than the movies.

The characters are the BNHA characters, so even though they're based on the Hunger Games characters, they are more true to their core characteristics rather than that of who they are based on for this AU

Also, in this AU, The Reaping isn't affected by gender; two kids in the age range are chosen regardless of their gender.

This amazing idea was from A_British_Weeb !

Characters:

Izuku as Katniss

Kota as Primrose

Present Mic as Effie Trinket

Aizawa as Hamish

Katsuki as Gale

Eijiro as Peeta

Warnings: Mentions of killing and death, suggestive jokes

Izuku sighed quietly, running his fingers back through his hair in an attempt to calm his chaotic curls. His attempt was pretty much in vain, though.

"Zu?" A boy peeked out from behind the slightly open door. "Do I look okay?"

Izuku turned, giving the younger a soft smile. "How about you come in here so I can actually see you." He teased.

Kota rolled his eyes as he stepped out into the green haired boy's range of vision. "Want me to twirl for you while I'm at it?" Kota asked sarcastically.

Izuku snickered, looking at Kota's buttoned shirt and slacks. "You look great, but..." he turned Kota around and tucked in the back of his shirt. "You need to tuck in that tail, little duck."

"Stop treating me like a child!" The small boy pouted.

Izuku smiled, his emerald eyes twinkled with amusement. "Of course, little man."

"That's even worse!" He retorted.

Izuku laughed lightly. "Fine, fine. What about-"

There was a creak from across the house.

Izuku instinctively froze, not even daring to breath.
Whatever happens... protecting Kota comes first. Mom's still in her room, like always, so I doubt any intruder will notice her-

"Get that expression off your stupid face, nerd. It's just me."

Izuku knew that gruff voice. He relaxed. "Ah, Kacchan. It's just you." He sighed in relief.

The blond scoffed. "Just me?"

Izuku gave him a smirk. "What are you doing, Kacchan? Shouldn't you be getting ready for The Reaping?"

The blond shrugged. "I'll be fine; what I'm wearing now is good enough."

When Izuku challenged him by raising a brow, the blond exploded into defensive yelling.

Kota rolled his eyes. "Geez, get a room already."

"K-KOTA!" Izuku's face turned into a tomato.

"YOU BLASTED BRAT! LIKE HECK I WOULD STOOP THAT LOW!"

Kota snorted, seeming satisfied with their reactions.

Izuku tried to calm the Pomeranian boi down by gingerly placing a freckled hand in his shoulder. "S-so... why did you stop by?"

Katsuki scoffed. "Deku, I stop by your place before The Reaping every year. Shouldn't you know why I'm here?" He crossed his arms.

It was true- every year, Katsuki took Deku out to the nearby field and the two talked and comforted each other before The Reaping.

Izuku couldn't help but smile at the thought. Though he was... intense, Katsuki was surprisingly thoughtful.

Izuku smiled sheepishly. "Sorry I forgot... I've had a lot on my mind..." He admitted.

In spite of himself, Katsuki's gaze softened. "Yeah... it's not your fault..." He cleared his throat, his usual angered demeanor returning.

He picked up a very shocked Izuku and slung him over his shoulder like a sack of avocados.

"OI! THAT'S MY BROTHER!" Kota barked at him.

Katsuki shrugged. "I'm taking this with me." He carried a still surprised Izuku out of the house.

***

Izuku and Katsuki spent a hour or so in the field.

Izuku loved being along with Katsuki, it made him feel like he could be a carefree child again.

But, like all good things, their alone time had to come to an end. The bell from the town hall rang in the distance, signaling for everyone to come to the town central and prepare for The Reaping.

The two reluctantly headed for town central.

***

The Reaping was horrible. Izuku hated the event with every fiber of his being.

He used to cling to his mother and cry until the Reaping commenced, but now, since Inko had lost herself after the death of her husband, Izuku had to be the same pillar of support for Kota, despite still being a candidate for the infamous Hunger Games.

Izuku let his eyes wander around the crowded town square. He knew a good handful of the people standing there from school, but no one dared talk to each other on fear of shattering the tense quiet holding everyone captive.

He looked up on the elevated platform, seeing an obviously intoxicated man slumped over in his chair.

Shota Aizawa. Izuku remembered bitterly. The only victor of the Hunger Games from our district.

When Izuku looked away out of frustration,He accidentally locked eyes with a pair of ruby eyes for a moment.

Eijiro Kirishima. He recalled, having shared a home room teacher with him in middle school. The baker's son.

Eijiro looked just as, if not more, uncomfortable than Izuku felt; his lips pressed together in a valiant effort to conceal his emotions.

Izuku almost had the urge to comfort him, tell him that the odds of him being chosen were slim given the overpopulated district they lived in. He wanted to say something, anything, but the eerie quiet kept him silent.

Katsuki squeezed his hand, giving Izuku a small, reassuring smile as the capital's announcer dramatically stepped up to the podium.

"HELLLLLLO, District Twelve!" The announcer, who many citizens dubbed "Mic" for his booming voice, said energetically, attempting to liven up the depressed atmosphere around him, or maybe just being oblivious to how the district members felt.

"It's that time of year again! Time for the beloved event we all wait for, that's right, the Hunger Games!"

The only ones who like this twisted game are the ones unaffected by it. Izuku glared up at Mic.

No one cheered like Mic was obviously hoping for.

The presenter shifted uncomfortably for a second before recovering his mojo. "It's early! I bet you're all tired! ANYWAYS, ONTO THE EXCITING PART! Let's get onto the first draw!"

Mic exaggeratedly plucked out a small piece of paper from the unnecessarily large glass bowl housing the names of each and every child of age to be chosen.

"Our first name is EIJIRO KIRISHIMA!"

Silence.

No one cheered. No one cried. No one volunteered to go in his place, but that was to be expected given that no one had ever volunteered in District Twelve before.

Eijiro let out a shaky breath, giving his parents a hug before going to his death.

Mic, disappointed by the reactions, swiftly moved onto the next draw. "Ooooookay, tough crowd." Mic grimaced. "Our next draw is... KOTA IZUMI-MIDORIYA!"

Izuku froze, looking down to the boy clinging to him, both terrified.

Before Izuku could process what he was doing, he screamed, the sound violently leaving his body. "I-I VOLUNTEER!"

The entire town turned to him, staring in shock. Not even Katsuki nor Kota found the will to speak.

A bead of sweat ran down the side of Izuku's face, but he collected himself nonetheless.

He tried again, in a much calmer voice this time. "I... volunteer as tribute."

(A/N): Sorry this took forever, I had no inspiration for this idea for the longest time.

That being said, I hope y'all still liked it! Thank you for reading!