MHA: Bat to the Future: The Other Midoriya[Completed] Ch39- Public Enemy

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I pulled out my phone, scrolling through the news. Still the sa clips of beating Stain’s ideology out of his skull.

[HERO INTERN MIDORIYA—IS HE U.A.'S STRONGEST FIRST YEAR?]

[THE RISING STAR WHO DEFEATED STAIN: WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW]

[IS HE A HERO OR A NACE? PUBLIC OPINION DIVIDED]

I snorted. "Public opinion is dumb."

Mom called from the kitchen. "What do you want for dinner?"

"Anything but fish," I said.

"Fish it is."

I groaned. "Mom, I’m serious."

"So am I."

Izuku ca back, drying his hair. "Mom, please don’t make him fish. He’ll whine all night."

"Finally, soone who understands ."

She scoffed. "Fine. No fish."

Izuku sat down across from . "So… what now?"

I stretched. "Now? We wait for U.A. to summon for a lecture, and I pretend to be sorry."

"You’re not sorry?"

"Absolutely not."

Izuku sighed. "I should’ve expected that."

Mom set plates down. "Eat first. Then you can plot whatever nonsense you plan to get into next."

I picked up my chopsticks. "Thank you for the al."

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When Izuku and I arrived at class the next day, everyone crowded around . Izuku sat down without a word. Iida and Todoroki also stayed out of it since they already visited . Bakugo was off to the side, arms crossed, scowling like soone put lemon juice in his coffee. His hair was actually brushed for once, and he looked like a house-trained golden retriever. Probably Best Jeanist’s work.

“Dude, what the hell?” Kaminari said, staring. “You fought Stain? On live TV?”

“Not my fault the cara guys have nothing better to do,” I said.

Kirishima clapped on the back. “Man, that was crazy! You didn’t even flinch! You just started swinging!”

“Of course he did.” Jiro leaned against her desk. “If you give Ryuu five seconds and a reason to commit violence, he’ll take it.”

Uraraka grinned. “It was kind of cool, though.”

“‘Kind of?’” Sero waved his arms. “That was so top-tier beatdown energy! Stain was just standing there, monologuing, and then bam—straight to the ribs!”

Yaoyorozu sighed. “You do realize he’s in trouble for this, right?”

I shrugged. "Shit happens. I had to defend myself."

Kaminari pointed at . "Yeah, but you didn’t just defend yourself. You straight-up styled on Stain like it was a highlight reel."

"He was talking too much," I said. "Had to shut him up sohow."

Jiro smirked. "With a bat?"

"Best way to get your point across."

Kirishima grinned. "Man, that was so manly! You just walked in, beat the ideology out of him, and left like it was a casual Tuesday."

Uraraka leaned forward. "So, what now? Are you in trouble, or are they giving you a dal?"

"Both," I said. "The police wanna yell at , U.A.’s probably gonna make write an essay, and Ryukyu’s still deciding if she should ground or throw off a building."

Yaoyorozu sighed. "You really don’t take anything seriously, do you?"

I stretched. "I take naps very seriously."

Bakugo scowled. "Tch. Dumbass is gonna let this get to his head."

I raised a brow. "You sound jealous, Bakugo."

He clicked his tongue. "Jealous? Of you? Like hell."

"Could’ve fooled ," I said, leaning forward. "You’re standing there, arms crossed, looking like you just bit into a lemon. Oh, wait, never mind—that’s just your resting face."

Sero tilted his head. "Dude, is your hair… brushed?"

Everyone paused.

Bakugo’s scowl deepened. "The fuck you looking at?"

Kaminari’s eyes widened. "Oh my god. Best Jeanist got to you, didn’t he?"

A grin spread across my face. "Holy shit, he house-trained you."

Kirishima slapped a hand on Bakugo’s shoulder. "Bro, you look so… put together!"

I wheezed, "Hah! He looks like a trimd Poranian!"

The class took one look at Bakugo—hair actually brushed, uniform neat—and nodded in unison.

Tsuyu blinked. "How did I not notice before? He really does look like a Poranian."

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Bakugo's eye twitched. "The fuck did you just say?"

Sero grinned. "Dude, it's kinda accurate. You’ve got that… fluffy but angry energy."

Mina leaned in. "Yeah! All bark, ready to throw hands, but deep down? Just wants head pats."

Bakugo snapped. "I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU."

"Woof."

Kirishima held his stomach, laughing. Kaminari leaned against his desk for support. Even Todoroki, who rarely reacted to shit, glanced between Bakugo and a picture of a Poranian on his phone, like he was doing a side-by-side comparison.

Yaoyorozu tried to suppress a smile. "Alright, alright, let's not antagonize him too much."

Bakugo slamd his hand against his desk. "YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?!"

Jiro nodded. "Hilarious, actually."

Uraraka wiped a tear. "I can't unsee it now."

I shrugged. "Not my fault Best Jeanist decided to fix his posture and his hair at the sa ti. You should be grateful, Bakugo. You're finally presentable."

He lunged at . I dodged behind Iida. "Help, he's rabid!"

Iida adjusted his glasses. "Bakugo, please control yourself. Violence in the classroom is prohibited."

Bakugo shoved past him, reaching for my throat. "I'LL PROHIBIT YOUR FUCKING EXISTENCE—"

Aizawa slamd the door open. "Sit down or I'm expelling soone at random."

The class shut up instantly. Bakugo was still fuming but stomped back to his seat, glaring at like he was ntally setting on fire. I blew him a kiss.

Aizawa tossed his sleeping bag onto the floor. "Alright, first order of business—Midoriya."

Both Izuku and I looked up.

Aizawa pointed at . "Not you. The other one. Stutter."

Izuku straightened. "Y-Yes, sir?"

Aizawa sighed. "Your internship is under investigation because your ntor thought it was a good idea to use you as a human pinball."

Izuku winced. "Gran Torino was training …"

"Training you to get hit by rackets?" Aizawa shook his head. "Nezu's handling it. You’re not in trouble, but don’t expect an easy ride." He turned to . "As for you, dumbass Green 2.0—"

I pointed at myself. "? What did I do?"

Aizawa stared. "Are you actually asking?"

I sat up. "Look, whatever you’re about to say, in my defense—"

"There is no defense."

I paused. "Damn."

"Your entire existence is a problem," Aizawa said. "The dia is eating up your little performance in Hosu, the school is drowning in calls, and the Hero Commission is now breathing down our necks because of your misconduct."

I stretched my legs out. "In my defense, I saved lives."

"Shut up."

I put my hands up. "Just saying, could've been worse."

"Could it?" Aizawa asked. "You were on national television, beating the Hero Killer with a bat. The news is calling you everything from a rising star to a vigilante. We had to put out a statent just to stop the speculation from spiraling further."

"Did you at least make sound cool?"

Aizawa ignored and looked at the rest of the class. "This is exactly what happens when you ignore protocol. This is not a ga. What you do has consequences." He sighed, rubbing his eyes. "Nezu is dealing with the fallout, but do not expect this to go away anyti soon. The Commission does not like surprises."

Todoroki leaned back in his seat. "They should be thanking him. He stopped Stain."

"They do not care about that," Aizawa said. "They care about control. A first-year student taking down a high-profile villain on his own makes them look incompetent."

I shrugged. "Not my fault I am built different."

Aizawa threw an eraser at . It hit in the forehead.

"Ow."

"Shut up."

I rubbed my forehead. "Is this a skill you got after getting your na, or did you always have it?"

Aizawa groaned. "After." He locked eyes with . "Today, you, Principal Nezu, and I will give a statent in front of the press. You will apologize profusely for your misconduct and behave. You will say it was a matter of life and death, but in retrospect, what you did was extrely wrong."

I raised a hand. "Define 'profusely.'"

"Like your life depends on it."

I sighed. "Got it, cry like I just got caught cheating on a test."

The bell rang, and Aizawa grabbed his sleeping bag. "Midoriya, you stay after classes. The rest of you, don't take notes from this dumbass."

A few people snickered. I leaned back. "Aw, co on, Sensei. You make it sound like I did sothing bad."

He stared at for a long second, then zipped himself into his cocoon.

Classes went on as usual. When the final bell rang, everyone packed up while I stayed in my seat. Izuku gave a worried glance, but I waved him off.

After everyone left, Aizawa motioned for to follow. We walked through the halls until we reached Nezu’s office. The door was already open, and Nezu was sitting at his desk, looking way too excited for soone about to ruin my day.

"Ah, Midoriya! Please, sit!"

I sat down. Aizawa leaned against the wall.

Nezu clapped his paws together. "Now, let us discuss how we are going to spin this so that you are not labeled a complete nace!"

I crossed my arms. "I prefer the term ‘publicly misunderstood.’"

Aizawa sighed. "You're lucky we aren’t handing you over to the Commission."

"Yeah, because they would hate to admit I did their job better than them."

Nezu giggled. "That is precisely why they are upset! You exposed their inefficiencies!"

I smirked. "So what I’m hearing is… I’m too good at this."

Aizawa rubbed his temples. "No, what you’re hearing is that if you keep this up, you’re going to make enemies in places you don’t want to."

Nezu tilted his head. "I imagine so of them are already plotting ways to make your life difficult!"

I leaned back. "Cool, my first governnt haters. Feels like a milestone."

Nezu’s smile didn’t waver. "You will stand beside during the press conference. You will admit that your actions, while well-intentioned, were reckless. You will not antagonize the reporters. You will not make jokes at the Commission’s expense. You will not encourage others to do the sa."

"Alright, but if soone asks if I regret stopping Stain, what do I say?"

Nezu humd. "Say that you acted in the heat of the mont and, in hindsight, should have waited for proper heroes to handle it."

"But that would be a lie."

"Yes," Nezu said cheerfully.

I sighed. "Got it. Act remorseful, say the ‘correct’ things, and pretend I didn’t do everyone a favor."

"Precisely!"

Aizawa straightened. "The press conference is in an hour. Get ready."

I stood up. "So, suit and tie or do I get to wear my usual drip?"

Nezu chuckled. "Your uniform will be fine."

"Cool. I’ll try not to look too handso on cara."

Aizawa opened the door, and I left, heading grab sothing to eat.

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