warning: this is just a really mundane chapter that ended up waaay longer than i meant for it to so you don't have to read it lol i just wanted to write at least something for this book

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When Deku first decided to head over to the Hero Café, he was not expecting to walk in on you sitting on the counter, in the dark, in complete and utter silence with no music playing, buuut here the fuck you are.

"Uh, Y/n...?"

"Midoriya."

Incredibly confused and concerned at this point, especially over the fact that you just used his last name of all things, he intelligently replies, "What the fuck?"

You slowly look up at him, hands clasped together and a serious look on your face. "I think I killed someone today."

There's a beat. Then, Izuku half-screams, "WHAT-"

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Bag dangling precariously on your shoulder, you make your way out of the unisex toilets and head over to the lockers in the corridor leading to the sports hall. Changing in the bathroom means you have to use one of them to put your stuff in, but you definitely prefer that to braving the chaos that occurs in both of the sets of changing rooms. A door opens nearby as you turn the lock, and a group of girls in their PE kits appear. You end up walking directly behind them, probably creeping them out but hey, who gives a fuck?

As soon as you step into the sports hall, you internally groan. You're clearly doing fucking sweatball or dodgeball or whatever it's called, and while normally that would be so much better than going outside to do hockey, the teams are all mixed today. You hate playing with all genders mashed up, not to be, y'know, sexist or anything. It's just the fact that stereotypically the guys aim to kill, so decapitation is a constant fun possibility, and the amount of times literally everyone fucking screams almost shatters your eardrums. Every. Damn. Time.

So yeah, you're not looking forward to this.

You sit down near the back of the crowd that's forming in front of the teachers, deciding to just go fuck it and not listen to anything they're saying. Instead your brain starts playing sweet dreams but i put the kahoot theme over it. Man, I wish someone would kashoot me rn—

"Four (4)," Whomst-the-Fuck-sensei says, pointing at you. You're tempted to bite her finger. Arata would kill you if you got detention and were late to the café though, so you just give her a thumbs up to show you heard and hop to your feet. The rest of group four (4) seem decent so far. Decent as in personality, just to be clear, they're all absolute shit at this game.

As the teams are assigned to different parts of the hall, your teammates cluster together to come up with a 'strategy'. You don't join them because that's hella dumb and you really wanna finish this Kahoot remix before you start playing. Apparently, someone up there has it in for you today as a whistle blows ten seconds before the end of the song and suddenly a hundred teenagers are trying to murder each other.

You're honestly planning on just staying where you are, hoping you get hit out and then sitting at the side for the rest of the game, but then someone yeets a ball right by your face. It harshly brushes against the side of your head and slams into the wall behind you with such force that a few people around you jump. Including you.

jEsUs— The hell did I do to them?! You internally screech, ducking out of the way as yet another ball almost decapitates you. It makes a loud boom as it hits the wall, and you turn and catch it when it bounces back off. Ooh, you're finna kill a bitch. You completely ignore the girl making grabby hands at you to try and make you pass her the ball, weaving through other players to the line separating the teams. Quirks aren't allowed, but you can see people sparking and using their powers all around. God, you hate this school.

With that thought in mind, you pitch the ball across the line towards the skeleton-looking dude who was throwing at you earlier. It slams solidly into his chest, sending him stumbling and falling to the floor with an audible slapping noise. Uh-huh, this my shit, all the girls stomp your feet like this—

You catch a ball aimed for your face, getting the thrower (is yeeter a word? it should be. you make a mental note to try and buy the word yeeter into the dictionary later) out and then proceeding to fling the ball into a guy paying no attention's leg. Yeah, guess you really are becoming a sadist. This is even more satisfying than taking out villains. If you go to any kind of school or even have a job somewhere with other workers, there's always at least one person you'd kill to be able to punch. And, if there isn't, you're a god damn liar.

Back to Sandy for the weather. Forecast: five (5) different balls being thrown at you from five (5) different directions all at the same bloody time. You become a noodle and somehow wiggle out of the way of all of them, fully prepared to Marie Kondo your fucking body as you straighten up again, because, damn, this spine does not bring you joy. Before I go off on a spiel about spines, you're forced to jump out of the way yet again because apparently people have it in for you now. You casually trip a guy as you retreat to the back of your side, letting him take a ball for you. He's probably more experienced with dealing with balls than you anyway.

You dither about at the back again for a good few minutes, shuffling back and forth to the best of the tetris theme looping in your head until your team somehow manages to beat the other one. This one chick is going round high-five-ing everyone. When she approaches you, you hiss and start aggressively doing TikTok dances until she backs away and leaves.

"Y/n!"

Ah, shit. Things that turn me on to the maxxxx. Insert click. Nao leaving me the fuck alone sNORT-

You pretend you didn't hear Nao even as you watch her continue jogging towards you. Fuck, she's smiling at you. The world's about to end, you can feel it in your jellies.

"Okay, first of all, it's rude to ignore people when you clearly hear them," is the first thing she says when she reaches you. Here's the bitch in your school you really wanna punch. "Second, well done! I saw some of your throws and your dodging earlier. It's nice to see you trying to participate for once! Keep it up!"

She pats your head like you're some kind of dog, so you hiss at her. If you're anyone's bitch, you're Mina's or maybe Dabi's 'cause he was kinda hella hot— but anyway! You decide that you're going to accept her compliments about your good throwing and dodging skills. You also decide that you're gonna use those 'skills' on her.

Nao rolls her eyes at you, but continues to smile as she retracts her hand. "I'm genuinely proud of you, okay?" Woah, ew, sincerity. "Now keep at it. Good luck!" She heads off to the other side of the court your teams are now playing on. Yeah, you're gonna kill her.

You stick to the corner when the teams are instructed to line up by the walls, choosing not to try and run for the balls in the middle when the whistle is blown because you don't really wanna get trampled right now. Instead, you chill and watch the chaos for a bit, letting both teams thin out a little and almost grinning when you spot Nao frowning disappointedly in your direction. She's not the most athletic person, but she's still better than most of the scrubs here so she's still in the game. People completely ignore you. You could just wait the game out. But nah.

You're going to kick Nao's ass.

Your 20-person team is soon down to eight (8), while Nao's side only has five (5) people out. You figure now's as good a time as any to get involved.

Easily weaving past a small cluster of girls who keep screeching every time a ball comes near them, you soon end up on the front lines again. Stooping down to pick up the ball by your feet, you accidentally manage to dodge one that would've whacked you right in the face. You blink and look round as you straighten up again with the ball in hand, huffing when you see it was Nao who threw the other one. Hoooo boy, she's dead.

You start by taking out most of her team, though. Your aim is scarily accurate, due to you channeling your God powers. If this were an animation rather than a story there would 100% be a montage of you slamming balls into people's faces here. Sadly, this is but a book. That is poorly-written and barely updated oop-

Your team is now back up to 10, while Nao's is down to 11. Whoops, make that 10 too. F to the guy who just got his liver ruptured by that hit— anywho! The point is that the teams are now evenly matched. What sucks is that most of the other team have been following Nao's lead and pelting you with balls too. Your body started aching from all the sudden jerking movements you've had to pull to dodge them a while back, pulling on bruised skin and tender muscles. You've got a high pain tolerance though, so it's really just a dull ache. It would hurt like hell if you actually got hit though, considering these people were throwing with a shit ton of force again. So yeah, dodging. Mina would be proud. Ooh I should see if she wants to help me spray paint Bakuhoe latER SHIT-

You barely dart out of the way of the ball that ends up sailing past your head, making a loud smacking sound as it slams into the wall. Damn, that woulda hurt. Fuck Nao and her muscly arms. Catching another ball, you yeet it at her but she ducks to avoid it, the kid zoned out behind her getting hit instead. F.

Fuuuuuck this chapter is just going on and on we need to get to the pooooiiiiiiiint— You have to wait for a hot sec before you can get hold of another ball, moving to the side so you're less likely to get targeted while you try and assassinate Nao. You shift into a weird ass squat, lifting both arms up above and behind your head in an overly dramatic throwing position. Carefully aiming the ball, you mumble under your breath, "This bitch empty-"

"... YEET!" You muster up all the strength you possibly can and send that motherfucker flying through the air.

Placing your hands on your hips while still weirdly squatting, you watch in satisfaction as the ball spins through the air right towards Nao. At literally the last fucking second, she realises the danger she's in and manages to throw herself out of the way. You curse and slap your knee, but freeze when you see yet another idiot had been standing behind her. The ball slams right into the side of his head and sends him crumpling to the floor. ... Let the bodies hit the fl—A shrill whistle pierces your ears and a deathly silence falls over the hall. Nao and the teachers rush over to check on the fallen dude, people slowly realising what had happened.

... Hey. At least you didn't decapitate him. That's what everyone else was aiming to do.

One teacher suddenly looks round at you with a glare, and you die a little inside. Fuck, guess you are getting a detention today. Surprisingly, though, Nao taps the teacher's shoulder and says something to him quickly and quietly. You raise an eyebrow because you're cool like that. Wait, you're still squatting-

Um, anyway. The teacher nods at whatever Nao said, before helping to guide the fallen guy off the court. A whistle blows, and suddenly it's chaos again. Did- did Nao just fucking stand up for you? You would've been pulled out of the game if she didn't. You're like genuinely concerned now. Maybe she's on drugs or something.

... Maybe you're on drugs or something.

You just kind of squat and dwell on that thought for the remainder of the period, people no longer interested in getting you out just in case they end up like that other guy. Huh, it's kinda sad that people are scared of you. Oh well, less bullying. Less social interaction. You don't even know the name of the dude you took down.

You'd prefer to keep it that way too, you decide as a random person is pulled out of the game and instructed to take him to the nurse's office. Yeah, she can offer him some ice and salt water because we all know those are the perfect remedies for absolutely fucking everything!

You're honestly kind of tempted to just sleep for the rest of the lesson, but that might actually get you detention. You just lean against the back wall instead and watch the chaos ensue. Nao's team gets moved to another court, but she locks eyes with you as she switches into the group you're about to fight. You can't help but smirk a little.

Time to up my knockout count! Current score: 10. Imma make Nao regret ever being born, like I do— Seriously, though. You're about to send a fuck ton more people to the nurse's office.

Fuck yeah.

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