MHA84- Lil Bro!!!

After another English class with Present Mic, when we were given a pardon, most people didn’t need to be told twice. Chairs scraped, papers shuffled, and everyone started moving toward the door.

Kaminari stretched, rolling his neck. “Man, I dunno if we learned English, but we definitely learned how to push Bakugo’s buttons.”

Sero grinned. “Bro, we already knew that.”

Bakugo shoved past them, scowling. “Get the hell outta my way.”

Jiro sighed. “See? Progress.”

I stood, grabbing my stuff. “Lunch?”

Mina looped an arm around my shoulders. “Thought you’d never ask.”

As we headed out, Yaoyorozu caught up. “I’m still not sure that was an actual lesson.”

“Did we speak English?”

“Barely.”

“Then it counts.”

Todoroki walked beside us, still looking confused. “Why am I still not allowed to negotiate? I did good this time, right?”

“Because if it’s not money, fire, or ice, you have no leverage,” I said.

“That’s not true. I can also physically remove obstacles.”

I stopped. “That’s literally just violence.”

“Violence can be persuasive.”

I stared at him. He stared back.

Mina patted his shoulder. “Bro, let’s just let Ryuu handle the talking, okay?”

Todoroki considered, then nodded. “Alright.”

Kirishima jogged up, throwing an arm around Bakugo’s shoulders. “Yo, let’s hurry up before all the good food’s gone.”

Bakugo shoved him off. “Get off me, Shitty Hair.”

Kaminari grinned. “Man, today’s already off to a good start.”

“Yeah?” I asked. “What part?”

“The part where you almost got murdered in English class.”

“Almost?”

Mineta whistled. “Bakugo was looking real close to making it happen.”

Bakugo clicked his tongue. “Like hell I’d waste my energy on that dumbass.”

Yaoyorozu sighed. “Regardless, we should probably eat quickly. We still have training later.”

Uraraka groaned. “Ugh, already?”

“Hero work never stops,” Iida said, marching ahead. “We must remain prepared!”

Jiro side-eyed me. “You’re gonna mess with someone during training, aren’t you?”

I grinned. “Depends. Who’s pissing me off the most today?”

The whole group answered at once: “Bakugo.”

Bakugo’s eye twitched. “Try it, asshole.”

I stretched, humming. “Eh. I’ll see how I’m feeling.”

We reached the cafeteria, splitting off to grab food. I loaded up my tray, scanning for a good spot. Kaminari and Sero had already snagged a table, so I made my way over, setting my tray down.

Mina dropped into the seat beside me. “So, new plan: I challenge you to an eating contest.”

I raised a brow. “You sure about that?”

“I’ve been preparing.”

“You mean ‘eating regularly’?”

“Yes.”

Kirishima slid into the seat across from us. “Damn, now I wanna join.”

Sero nodded. “Yo, loser buys drinks after school.”

I smirked. “Fine by me.”

Bakugo sat down a few seats away, ignoring us. Izuku hesitated, then sat across from him. The rest of the class filed in, filling up the surrounding tables.

Mina cracked her knuckles. “Alright, Midoriya. You ready?”

I popped a fry in my mouth. “Already winning.”

She gasped. “Cheating!”

The others watched as we started, laughing at the sheer stupidity of it. Kaminari took bets, while Jiro just shook her head, muttering something about idiots.

By the time we finished, I won, barely. Mina groaned, leaning back. “Okay. Regrets. So many regrets.”

I sipped my drink. “Told you.”

Yaoyorozu glanced over. “You’re both going to feel awful during training.”

“That’s a problem for future us.”

Sero nodded. “Respect.”

Iida checked his watch. “Speaking of, we should get going soon.”

Kaminari sighed. “Man, can’t we just chill for a bit?”

Shoji stood. “No.”

Three days later, Aizawa finally decided to bring up internships. He didn’t bother with a long introduction, just leaned against his desk like he was already regretting this conversation.

"We’re discussing internships today," he said. "And since half of you still don’t know what that actually means, I brought people who do."

The door opened. Three figures walked in.

Blonde, in full sunshine mode, waved like this was the best day of his life. "Yo!"

Depression followed, staring at the floor like it owed him money. A girl bounced in, eyes scanning the room before locking onto me.

"RYUUUUU!"

Before I could react, she shot forward, closing the gap in less than a second. Then my head was gone.

More specifically, it was gone inside her chest.

My entire world was suddenly engulfed in warmth and an unreasonable amount of energy as she buried my head in her chest like I was a lost puppy.

"RYUUUUU!" she practically sang, squeezing me like she was trying to crack my ribs. "Oh my gosh, it's you! You're real! You're right here! I can't believe this is the first time we're meeting!"

I pulled back just enough to breathe. "Yeah, it’d be easier to believe if I wasn’t suffocating."

I knew who this was. Blue hair, chaotic energy, zero regard for personal space—this had to be Nejire Hado. Mirko had described her as “bubbly, dangerous, and slightly unhinged.” Ryukyu just called her “a natural disaster with pigtails.”

And now she was holding me like a teddy bear she’d stolen from the void.

She ignored me and kept talking, her grip barely loosening. "I was so mad I didn’t get to meet you during your internship! I was stuck on another mission, and then I came back, and Ryukyu and Mirko wouldn’t shut up about you! Like, nonstop! It was Ryuu this, Ryuu that—‘Oh, that kid’s gonna be a problem’—‘He’s a little monster’—‘I kinda wanna adopt him’—"

I laughed between her bunnies. "That last one was definitely Mirko."

"It was!" Nejire whirled back to me. "She literally said that! I think she was serious, too!"

Izuku was vibrating in the corner like someone plugged him into a wall socket. “Big Three! Ryuu! Do you even understand—this is Nejire Hado! The Nejire Hado! The Big Three! She came in second at the last Sports Festival and—” He froze mid-rant. “Wait. She’s hugging you. She's touching you. Why is she—” He looked personally offended by the laws of physics.

Nejire snapped her fingers. "Yes! Oh my gosh, Ryukyu! She was even worse! Kept talking about how she had never seen a first year be so terrifying before! I thought she was exaggerating, but nope, here you are! And you're shorter than I imagined!"

I deadpanned. "Thanks."

Kirishima grinned. "Damn, Ryuu, you're really out here getting talked about by top heroes."

"Yeah," Kaminari added. "Not even for good things, though."

"They're great things!" Nejire insisted, still holding onto my shoulders. "Do you know how impressive it is to make that much of an impact during your first internship? I mean, you’ve done crazy things!"

Nejire clapped her hands together, nodding like she had just pieced something together. “Oh, right! You took down Stain all by yourself! That was awesome!”

She grabbed my face, squishing my cheeks like I was some rare animal she had finally caught. “And you were sooo cool, but also, you have such a foul mouth—like, seriously, the stuff I heard you say? Wow. But you’re also kinda cute, so I’ll let it slide!”

I pried her hands off. “Wow, thanks. Really needed that validation.”

She gasped dramatically, completely ignoring me. “And this is my first time having a little brother! I wish I didn't miss you back then! We could’ve been the perfect duo!”

I sighed. “Right, because that would’ve ended well.”

She nodded enthusiastically. “Obviously! I would’ve made sure you got into even more trouble, but in a fun way, not a ‘wanted criminal’ way!”

Mirio grinned. “You would’ve broken him.”

Tamaki, who had been dead silent, muttered, “She breaks everyone.”

Nejire turned to him, beaming. “And it makes them stronger!”

Mina leaned toward me. “Bro, she’s literally you but if you were happy all the time.”

“That’s slander,” I muttered. “I’m the blueprint. She’s the candy-coated expansion pack.”

Kaminari nudged Kirishima. “Man, Ryuu’s got fans everywhere. First the pros, now the Big Three?”

“Dude, he’s literally famous for pissing people off,” Kirishima muttered. “It’s kinda impressive.”

Bakugo scoffed. “Tch. Shitty extra’s been embarrassing himself so much, of course people talk about him.”

Nejire gasped again, dramatically clutching her chest. “Excuse me?! That’s my little brother you’re talking about!”

Bakugo’s eyebrow twitched. “He’s not your—”

“Too late! Claimed him!” She latched onto my arm like a damn barnacle. “Sorry, little Pomeranian, you can’t bully him anymore, I’m his legal guardian now.”

"Pomeranian?" Bakugo looked ballistic.

I sighed. “So, is this what today’s gonna be? Just me getting harassed?”

Nejire tapped her chin, pretending to think. “Hmm. Yes!”

Mirio finally decided to step in before this went even further off the rails. “Alright, alright, we’re getting a little off-topic here.” He clapped his hands together, looking over the class. “We’re here to talk about internships, and since you guys already have your provisional licenses, that means the stakes are a little higher than before.”

Iida straightened in his seat. “Does that mean we will be expected to take on more serious tasks than our previous internships?”

Mirio nodded. “Exactly! Before, you were just there to observe and learn. Now? You’ll be working for real. You’ll get to step in during actual incidents—within reason, of course.”

“Within reason?” Todoroki asked.

Tamaki spoke up from the side, voice low, almost whispering. “They won’t throw you into a war zone or anything. But if you’re working under a hero and something happens, you’ll be expected to act.”

Izuku’s eyes lit up. “So we’ll be able to help more people?”

Nejire grinned. “Yep! But also, you’ll be learning what it’s really like out there. School training is great and all, but the real world doesn’t follow a script.”

Jiro leaned back. “So, what, we just go back to the same agencies as before?”

Mirio shrugged. “You can, but now that you’ve got more experience, it’s a good time to look for better fits.”

Yaoyorozu looked thoughtful. “So it would be beneficial to consider different agencies based on our strengths and weaknesses.”

Nejire snapped her fingers. “Exactly! Some agencies focus on rescue work, others on patrols, and some just do a little bit of everything.”

Kirishima grinned. “Sounds awesome!”

Bakugo scoffed. “If you can actually get into a decent one.”

Mirio chuckled. “That’s true! Competition is tough, but that’s what makes it fun.”

Nejire turned back to me, eyes sparkling. “Sooo, Ryuu, where are you going? Back to Ryukyu?”

I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my messages. "I dunno, you tell me." I held up the screen for Nejire.

She grabbed the phone immediately, eyes scanning the text before grinning. "Ooooh, it’s from Mirko!" Then she cleared her throat dramatically. “Ryuu. If you don’t join my agency again, I will personally break into your dorm, drag you out by your ankle, and beat you in front of your classmates." She giggled. "Wow, she’s so direct!"

She kept reading. "‘Also, if you even think about another agency, I will crash through their office wall and steal you back. You’re mine, brat. Deal with it.’”

Mina cackled. “Damn, she’s got it bad for you.”

Jiro whistled. "That’s aggressive."

Mirio shook his head. “That’s just Mirko.”

Nejire tapped the screen. "Oh, wait, there’s more! ‘P.S. If you ignore this, I’m calling your mom. And if you think she can stop me, you’re dead wrong. Also, send me those protein bar recommendations again.’” She looked up. "Wow, she’s really got this all planned out."

Kirishima laughed. "Hey, at least she wants you back! Must mean you did something right."

“Yeah,” Kaminari grinned. “Or she just really likes bullying you.”

“I think it’s both,” Sero added.

I asked my phone back, “Whatever. She pays well.”

Nejire didn’t give my phone back. Instead, she tapped away, then grinned.

“There! Now you have my number.”

I held my hand out. “Great. Now give it back.”

She ignored me and started scrolling. A second later, she gasped. “Oh my god, is this a meme folder?”

I sighed. “I am warning you, some shit in there is nasty.”

“Oh, I have to see this.” She flicked through the images, her expression shifting between amusement and horror. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Mirio peeked over her shoulder. “Wow. That’s… something.”

Tamaki, who had somehow edged further away from the group without anyone noticing, muttered, “You shouldn’t have done that.”

Nejire laughed, still swiping. “Okay, some of these are funny, but some are—oh my god, what is that?”

I didn’t even need to check. “You reached the cursed section. Turn back now.”

“Nope, too late.” She clicked on something and immediately recoiled. “OH NO.”

“Ohhh, what’s this?” Her voice had that sing-song curiosity, like she just discovered a goldmine.

Kaminari and Mina leaned in. “Yo, let’s see.”

“No, let’s not,” I said, reaching for my phone. Nejire yanked it away, dodging like she was in a goddamn game of keep-away.

Mina squinted at the screen. “Wait, is that—” She gasped. “No fucking way! Did you make a meme of Gang Orca during the exam?”

Kaminari howled. “Holy shit, you did! ‘SeaWorld Denied Me a Tank’—bro, you’re gonna get sued.”

Nejire flipped through more. “These are amazing! Wait, what’s this one—OH. Oh my god.”

The class turned, curious.

Nejire stared at me like I was a war criminal. “Ryuu.”

“Yeah?”

“Why do you have a meme of Endeavor with the caption ‘Worst Dad Olympics Winner, Five Years Running’?”

Izuku choked on nothing. Todoroki didn’t react, but I saw the corner of his mouth twitch.

Mina grabbed the phone. “WAIT, THERE’S MORE! ‘World’s First Walking Midlife Crisis!’ Bro!”

Kirishima coughed. “Dude, you’re actually insane.”

Jiro side-eyed me. “This is how you die, you know that, right?”

I shrugged. “Worth it.”

Bakugo scoffed. “Tch. You got one of me?”

Nejire scrolled. “Hmm… oh, yeah, there’s like—OH.” Her eyes widened. “Oh wow. Oh my.”

Bakugo snapped his head toward me. “What the fuck did you put?”

Nejire turned the phone around. On screen was a picture of Bakugo mid-yell, mouth open like he was about to commit homicide. The caption?

‘Therapist: So tell me about your anger issues.

Bakugo: Explosions intensify

The class erupted. Even Todoroki huffed a quiet laugh.

Bakugo twitched. “YOU FUCKING—”

I snatched my phone back before he could blow it to hell.

“You should be thanking me,” I said. “This is peak internet culture.”

He lunged. I dodged.

Nejire wiped fake tears. “I can’t believe I almost missed out on meeting you. You’re a national treasure.”

Mina leaned on my shoulder. “No, no, he’s a walking HR complaint.”

Sero grinned. “Nah, he’s both.”

Aizawa cleared his throat, finally remembering he was supposed to be in charge. “Are you all done?”

I pocketed my phone. “For now.”

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