MHA: Bat to the Future: The Other Midoriya[Completed] Ch112- Glitters and Dreams

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I turned toward the others. "Anyone need food before heading back?"

Mina raised a hand imdiately. "Ooo, yes! We were in a convenience store and didn’t even grab anything!"

Sero rubbed his stomach. "I could eat."

Yaoyorozu caught Sero and Mina by the ears and dragged them back before they could wander off. “This is the cri scene, dumbasses, move.”

Mina flailed, trying to pry herself free. “Okay, okay! Ow! We are moving! Gee!”

Sero just sighed, letting her drag him along. “You know, this feels unnecessary.”

Yaoyorozu ignored him, dropping them near the rest of the group before folding her arms. “We are not loitering like tourists. We are leaving.”

Mina rubbed her ear. “You didn’t have to go for the ears, damn.”

Jiro pointed at her. “No, she did. Because you were about to do sothing stupid.”

“I was gonna get snacks!”

“We just fought a guy in here,” Todoroki said.

Mina waved a hand. “And? The snacks are still good.”

Shoji exhaled through his nose. “We are leaving.”

Iida had already taken out his phone, no doubt preparing to docunt the entire thing in excruciating detail. “I will ensure our report is thorough.”

Kaminari clapped him on the shoulder. “Yeah, you do that, man. anwhile, I am getting food.”

Yaoyorozu narrowed her eyes. “Kaminari…”

“I am not getting it from here, geez.”

Hagakure was still holding one of La Brava’s discarded tapes, turning it over. “Yo, should we keep this? Like, for evidence or whatever?”

“No,” Tsukauchi said. “Hand it over.”

Hagakure hesitated. “But…”

“Now.”

She huffed and handed it to an officer. “Man, cops ruin everything.”

Tsukauchi looked ready to start sothing, so I clapped my hands. “Alright, assholes, ti to go.”

We left before the cops got even more annoying. The crowd outside had grown, people murmuring, phones out. So pointed at us, probably recognizing us. Others just gawked at the frozen storefront.

We found a ran stand on the way back. The place was small, just a hole-in-the-wall with a few stools, but the sll was good, and nobody wanted to head back yet.

Mina practically threw herself onto a seat. "This is exactly what I needed."

Kaminari stretched before sitting down. "I can't believe we just took down a villain, and the first thing on our minds is food."

"You say that like it is a bad thing," Sero muttered, already scanning the nu.

Bakugo didn’t sit. "The hell are we stopping for?"

I didn’t even look at him. "Because I am hungry, and you don’t matter."

He scoffed but didn’t leave.

The bowls ca fast. No talking for a while, just eating. The broth was hot, noodles chewy, and for a solid ten minutes, nobody had energy for anything else.

Hagakure was still laughing under her breath. "I still can’t believe you dressed Bakugo up."

Jiro slurped her noodles. "Should have left him like that longer."

Sero nudged Kaminari. "Hey, imagine if we…"

"No."

"Aw, co on, hear out…"

"I said no."

It was nice, just sitting there, eating and talking shit. No training, no villains, no Commission breathing down my neck. Just a group of dumbasses being dumbasses.

After a while, people started stretching, pushing bowls aside, making vague complaints about being too full.

Yaoyorozu stood. "We should head back. There is still work to do."

Groaning. Collective suffering. But nobody argued.

The ran stand owner waved us off.

Back at the training ground, we did the exchange.

Jiro stared at the keychain in her hand. "Huh."

"Like it?" I asked.

She turned it over. "Yeah. Not bad."

Good. She would have roasted the hell out of if she didn’t.

Yaoyorozu handed a box. "Here."

I opened it. A brush.

I stared at her. "What the hell am I supposed to do with this?"

She raised a brow. "Brush your hair."

"Bitch." I threw it into my bag. “I don’t even use a comb.”

“Yes, we have all noticed.”

Mina whistled. "Damn, you just gonna take that?"

I shrugged. "She is not wrong."

Training after ran was a blur of bad music, worse dancing, and Aizawa showing up just in ti to watch Todoroki try to salsa like a plank of wood.

He told us to stop embarrassing ourselves. Which ant training was over. Thank fuck.

We were just stepping away from the stage when the sll of cologne and crushed dreams hit .

“Oh no,” Kaminari muttered. “Not them.”

Cue Monoma strutting toward us like his ego had a hero license. He was flanked by a few of 1-B's most annoying, all wearing smug little grins like they had just been crowned Kings of Cringe.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Class 1-A,” Monoma said, arms spread like we should applaud. “Outing so soon after bit of training? Adorable. anwhile, so of us are finalizing our Festival production. It is… ambitious.”

“Define ambitious,” Sero muttered.

“Oh, you will see,” he smirked. “Let’s just say it combines high tragedy, ti travel, wand duels, and at least three betrayals."

I blinked. “That sounds like copyright infringent and schizophrenia had a baby.”

“It is called ‘vision,’” he said, flicking imaginary dust off his shoulder. “But I do not expect you to understand.”

I watched them walk off like they had just dropped a mic. I had to physically stop Bakugo from chasing after them.

--

I spent the night at Mom’s place. Not just for Eri, but because I didn’t feel like dealing with dorm noise before a full-day event. Also, Mom.

We ate together, watched sothing, Eri picked so fantasy movie with knights and dragons and then called it a night.

At least, that was the plan.

Sothing woke up in the middle of the night.

I cracked an eye open. My room was dark and quiet. Nothing out of place. Then…

A face hovered over mine.

I blinked.

Nejire.

I blinked again.

Oh, fuck.

"What the fuck?!"

She yelped, flinching back so fast she nearly knocked herself off the bed. My bed.

I sat up imdiately, barely catching her wrist before she could stumble. That was the first mistake.

The second mistake? Forgetting I sleep naked. There are worse people to wake up to, but not many who would do it without knocking and still expect it to be my fault.

Her eyes went wide. “Oh…OH…” She practically threw herself backward, arm flailing as she scrambled off the mattress. “Nope! Nope, nope, nope…”

I grabbed a pillow and strategically placed it over my lap. “What the hell are you doing in my room?!”

“I was checking if you were awake, not if you were NAKED!” She turned away so fast I heard her neck crack. “Why are you naked?!”

“Because I sleep that way?!”

“WHY?!”

“BECAUSE I LIKE COMFORT?!”

She made a strangled noise, arms waving wildly. "You are so lucky I didn’t land face-first in your lap!"

I tilted my head. "Nah, that would be lucky, actually."

She paused, then turned, her face flushed. "You think so? I an, you are cute, but you are my brother now."

I shrugged. "A win is a win."

She smacked my arm. "Don’t be gross!"

I stretched, barely bothered to adjust the pillow covering . "Alright, what’s up? You don’t break into my room in the middle of the night for no reason."

Nejire crossed her arms, glancing at the door, ceiling, ground... anywhere but . "It is Miss Con. I need to win this year."

I leaned back. "You got second last year, right?"

"Yeah, and this is my last chance. I can’t lose again."

She then stared at like I just drop-kicked her entire world. "Wait, how do you know?"

I rolled my eyes. "U.A. is the biggest hero school in the country. Its students are basically future stars. Why are you acting surprised when people recognize you?"

She narrowed her eyes. "Izuku was fangirling and dragged you to the festival, didn’t he?"

"Yep. That."

Nejire groaned and collapsed onto my bed…dangerously close to my still mostly-naked self, which ant I had to make sure the pillow stayed exactly where it was. She kicked her legs a little, probably debating how much she hated existence right now.

"This is so stupid," she muttered. "I ca in second last year, Ryuu. Second. You know what that ans?"

"That you lost?"

She sat up so fast I thought she was about to swing at . "That I almost won!"

I snorted. "Sa difference."

"It is not the sa! Do you know who won last year?"

I shrugged. "Soone else?"

"YES. Soone else who was nowhere near as cute or cool as , but sohow, she still won! And now I have one more chance. One. And I am not losing to so random nobody again!"

I rested my chin on my hand. "Why do you care so much?"

She gave a look like I was the idiot. "Because it is Miss Con."

I didn’t react.

She leaned in. "It is Miss. Con."

I stared.

She groaned. "Do you live under a rock?!"

"Yeah, actually."

She threw her hands up. "Miss Con is the biggest contest in the U.A. School Festival! It is not just a beauty contest, it is about everything! Charm, style, presence…"

"So a glorified popularity contest."

She jabbed a finger at . "You are a hater."

"I am a realist."

She flopped back down. "I cannot lose again. Because if I don’t win this year… that is it. No second chances.”

“And I refuse to be beaten by so basic bitch with hair extensions.”

I sighed. "Okay, so what’s the plan? You just gonna be extra sparkly this year?"

She made a noise like she wanted to strangle . "No, dumbass. I need a strategy."

I raised a brow. "A strategy. For a beauty contest."

"Yes!" She sat up, legs crossed. "Last year, I relied too much on just being, y’know, . And obviously, that should have been enough, but apparently, people want more than that. So I need a new approach. Sothing big. Sothing that will make sure there is no way I can lose."

She sat up straighter, eyes gleaming with the energy of a woman possessed.

"I was thinking... dramatic entrance. Like, fly in from the roof with a confetti cannon. Or maybe ride in on a glitter dragon. A real one. Or one I build out of cardboard. With lasers."

I stared at her. She continued...

"Or…get this…I rig the stage with smoke machines and background dancers, all wearing wigs made of strears. Sparkle death by a thousand cuts."

"...No."

She deflated. "But why not?"

"Because this is a contest, not a cry for help."

She pulled out her phone and scrolled through a list. “So I have a few more ideas.”

“No.”

“You didn’t even hear them!”

“I have heard you speak before. I am pre-denying.”

She pouted. “Okay, first…what if I enter on a glitter cannon? Like, boom! Instant sparkle fog!”

“You will blind the front row and set off allergies.”

“Okay, fine. Plan B… Mirko rides in on a motorcycle, throws a rose, I backflip off a trampoline into a full dance number.”

“That sounds expensive and like a lawsuit waiting to happen.”

“Plan C… Ryukyu lets borrow her dragon form, I fly in, breathe heart-shaped smoke.”

“I doubt you can borrow her.”

She huffed. “Okay, okay, what about… a laser show synced to a remix of my the song?”

“You have a the song?”

“Working on it!”

I stared at her. “You are serious?”

She nodded solemnly. “Deadly.”

I tilted my head. "You want help?"

She hesitated. "You are an asshole."

"True."

"But you are kinda good at making people freak out."

I smirked. "Also true."

She considered, then pointed at . "Okay. I need you."

"For what?"

"To help win."

"Sure."

She looked at , gauging. "Just like that?"

I nodded. "Yeah. You should have won last year."

Nejire squinted. "You say that like you actually care about beauty contests."

"I don’t." I leaned back, scratching my neck. "But I rember thinking you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen after mom."

Her mouth opened slightly. "What…"

--

You ignored the Rate.

You lurked in silence.

And now… you awaken to a soft whisper:

“H-hey… it is Mineta… wanna talk about Ryuu’s thighs?”

Every night,

he breathes in your ear.

Every night,

you regret everything.

You could’ve voted.

Now you are in horny purgatory.

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