Daily Meme
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I turned toward the others. "Anyone need food before heading back?"
Mina raised a hand immediately. "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 crime 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 something 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 document the entire thing in excruciating detail. "I will ensure our report is thorough."
Kaminari clapped him on the shoulder. "Yeah, you do that, man. Meanwhile, 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 something, so I clapped my hands. "Alright, assholes, time to go."
We left before the cops got even more annoying. The crowd outside had grown, people murmuring, phones out. Some pointed at us, probably recognizing us. Others just gawked at the frozen storefront.
We found a ramen stand on the way back. The place was small, just a hole-in-the-wall with a few stools, but the smell 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 menu.
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 came 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, come on, hear me 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 ramen 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 me if she didn't.
Yaoyorozu handed me 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 ramen was a blur of bad music, worse dancing, and Aizawa showing up just in time to watch Todoroki try to salsa like a plank of wood.
He told us to stop embarrassing ourselves. Which meant training was over. Thank fuck.
We were just stepping away from the stage when the smell of cologne and crushed dreams hit me.
"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. Meanwhile, some 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, time travel, wand duels, and at least three betrayals."
I blinked. "That sounds like copyright infringement 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.
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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 something, Eri picked some fantasy movie with knights and dragons and then called it a night.
At least, that was the plan.
Something woke me 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 immediately, 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 me lucky, actually."
She paused, then turned, her face flushed. "You think so? I mean, 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 me. "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 me. "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 me 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 meant 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 came in second last year, Ryuu. Second. You know what that means?"
"That you lost?"
She sat up so fast I thought she was about to swing at me. "That I almost won!"
I snorted. "Same difference."
"It is not the same! Do you know who won last year?"
I shrugged. "Someone else?"
"YES. Someone else who was nowhere near as cute or cool as me, but somehow, she still won! And now I have one more chance. One. And I am not losing to some random nobody again!"
I rested my chin on my hand. "Why do you care so much?"
She gave me 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 me. "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 some 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 me. "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, me. And obviously, that should have been enough, but apparently, people want more than that. So I need a new approach. Something big. Something 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 streamers. 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 me 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 me 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 theme song?"
"You have a theme 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 me. "Okay. I need you."
"For what?"
"To help me win."
"Sure."
She looked at me, 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 remember thinking you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen after mom."
Her mouth opened slightly. "What…"
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You ignored the Power Stone.
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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