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For some reason, the lessons for the students of U.A had been abruptly interrupted for a large-scale assembly in the school grounds. As the classes filed in one by one, their attention was captured by the podium that had been set up specifically for this event. It was known that U.A’s school meetings were held outside so this meant some kind of important guest speaker was talking to the crowd. Normally, the guest speakers were Pro Heroes or members of the police that came in to give special seminars about specific aspects to the world of being a professional hero and what to do in certain situations. Even then, most of them were happy to give their lecture outside and those who didn’t did it because of electronic presentations or Quirk limitations, like how a hero with a completely rocky body couldn’t stay outside in the rain at all.
Once all the students had been seated and quietened down, the Principal of U.A. took his place behind the podium with a large smile upon his face. “Why hello to you all and how marvellous it is to see everyone here today,” Nedzu had a twinkle in his eyes, one that only a few people – mainly the teachers and some of the Class 1-A students – had come across before. “I apologise profusely for interrupting your studies but…” A loud obnoxious cough from the other side of the stage seemed to remind the principal that he needed to hurry along his introduction. “… Ahem, without further prolonging, may we welcome onstage the number one hero, Endeavor!”
Beside him, Izuku felt Todoroki stiffen as his father made his way to the podium. Class 1-A’s Cinnamon Roll was not happy seeing the one thing he hated more than anything else in the world show up at U.A. no matter what circumstances. As the few people who did clap for the hero finished their applause, Izuku turned to Yaoyorozu – who was sitting on his other side – and whispered into her ear. “Umm, Yaoyorozu, can you make a video recorder and a voice changer?”
“Huh, that’s oddly specific…” However, as she spoke she rolled up the sleeve of her blazer and set her quirk into action. “Why do you want them?”
“Well, let’s just say Endeavor has stepped into the wrong school… and leave it at that.” Izuku replied with a slight blush on his face. Since she was the smartest student in their class, she immediately coined into the true meaning behind it and gasped in delight.
“I see, I see!” Izuku almost jumped with how quickly the voice changer was shoved into his face. “Pardon my language, but Endewhore really does deserve it. I’m guessing the camera is for making this viral?”
“The first try really did well, so this one might as well…” Yaoyorozu shook her head softly before she ruffled Izuku’s hair with one hand.
“You are too modest for your own good Midoriya,” she set up the camera on her lap with a mini tripod to keep it stable. “Tap my arm for the signal and I’ll start recording, alright?”
“Alright, thanks Yaoyorozu!”
“Please, call me Momo, now I think we should quieten down a bit, shall we?” Yaoyorozu winked before turning her attention back to the stage. To the side, the teachers of U.A. looked just as depressed about the speaker as many of the students did. That probably meant that the teachers would be on their side if push came to shove. The entire school hated Endeavor with as much passion as the members of Class 1-A, so even if the teachers didn’t do anything then the other students would. Everyone in U.A. – minus Bakugou – agreed that Midoriya Izuku was their national treasure and they wouldn’t let anything bad happen to him, especially from Endewhore.
“Good Morning Yuuei,” Endeavor was speaking now, awaiting a response only to look slightly miffed when nobody responded to him. “Today I greet you with some words of wisdom for your future careers as heroes… for the few of you that this applies to, listen carefully as this will impact you lot more than others.” Not even ten seconds in and the guy had already belittled over three quarters of the school’s population. “Being a hero is simple for most, we beat the villains, save civilians and get money from the government to do so. That I hope most of you know, which wouldn’t surprise me if you did. However, you can only be a hero if your Quirk is powerful…”
It was at that moment that Izuku pulled out his phone from his trouser pockets and began browsing the Hero Forums hoping to find something that was even remotely interesting compared to this nonsense the garbage bag was spewing. Sure, All Might had told him that to be a hero he needed to have a Quirk when they first met but All Might didn’t say shit about powerful Quirks. Sure, having a powerful Quirk was nice and all – 25% Full Cowl: Shoot Style was the bomb and no one could convince him otherwise – but what truly made a hero was how they used their Quirk whether weak or powerful. Endeavor would never consider Uraraka’s Quirk powerful since to him it might have been just lowering an object’s gravity but it had so many practical uses for rescues, combat or whatever she could be drafted to do.
Normally, Iida would have interrupted whatever was going on to scold at the students who weren’t listening to the guest speaker but this time, he too was on his phone texting his brother Tensei, who was taking a post as a teacher at U.A. next year since he had become paralyzed. Even Yaoyorozu was sketching something into a notebook she had pulled from her arm, clearly not interested in the topic either. A quick look over her shoulder revealed she was drawing the number one hero in a tutu prancing onstage with rubbish flowing freely from his mouth, Izuku couldn’t help but giggle about that and quietly gave her ideas to improve on her amazing drawing.
By the time the moronic speech of how power triumphs over practically everything was nearly over, everyone in the room was not focusing on it. The teachers were talking between each other, probably wondering what they were going to have for lunch or something along those lines – Izuku wouldn’t blame them if they were, he was getting slightly hungry as well.
“… Thank you for listening to me,” Endeavor was concluding, alerting most of the students to the fact they had to look like they were listening for the past forty-five minutes or so. “Any questions?” Upon those two simple words, Endeavor had doomed himself to a mass U.A inquisition that nobody would have expected from two of 1-A’s brightest and rule abiding students. Izuku tapped Yaoyorozu gently on the arm before raising his hand above the sea of heads. “Yes, you.”
“So, sir, does that mean you’re saying most of your co-workers and sidekicks are useless in the world of heroics and without them, there would be no difference to the rates of crime?” Throughout the speech, he had picked up on some key phrases that could easily be used to make the Pro Hero stumble and stutter, trying to find a reasonable response.
“Well… I… No. I’m not.” The face of fury had returned to the flame hero’s face.
“Really? Because I heard the exact opposite. I suppose that’s what you would expect from a one trick pony…” There was silence for a moment, but only a moment, until the entirety of the auditorium broke out into bounds of overbearing laughter. Present Mic looked up into the seats, realised who spoke and grinned, rushing backstage to make sure the lights that shone down on Endeavor were bright enough to stop him from seeing who it was that was speaking.
“WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!” Endeavor roared, only for Nedzu to interrupt his rage with a light cough.
“I believe another student wishes to ask you something.” The principal smiled, pointing in the same direction but to a different area so that the number one wouldn’t get suspicious. He had seen Yaoyorozu’s camera on her lap and knew that Midoriya was sitting beside her. Nedzu had seen what they were capable of with the video on HeroTube and realised their plan from the get go once he had noticed the voice changer in Midoriya’s hands. He couldn’t help but feel blessed from housing such dedicated students.
“Oh, right,” The flames on Endeavor’s shoulders trickled down to a more reasonable standard before he answered. “Yes?”
“Umm, like, I can’t believe you!” A feminine voice spoke up from the crowd, obviously very distraught about something. “Like, you say that like, power is everything and that’s soooo wrong. I mean, like, you’re really, like, so dangerous with your Quirk, like, so much damage. How, like, can you still be a hero, like the number one hero, if you, like, can’t control it.”
“I… I…” Another hand raised up. “Yes, you!”
“Dude, seriously, why are you such a butt? I mean,” This time, a male voice with a hippy like tone floated across the hall. “Dude, chillax, we’re all here to be heroes bruh, don’t dis the audience and all…”
“NEXT!”
“Geez, can’t even take criticism,” Another female, with a regaler tone to her voice scoffed. “No wonder everyone believes you are a piece of flaming garbage…”
“I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS!” Endeavor’s flames had practically destroyed the stage by now, his anger reaching above his usual threshold. “NEDZU, YOU BETTER HAVE LEARNT TO CONTROL YOUR STUDENTS THE NEXT TIME I COME HERE OR ELSE…”
“Who says we want you back here?!” Izuku’s natural voice rang out once again. “We already have actually good heroes here teaching us!”
“ARRGH!” With that, the number one hero stormed off, possibly leaving the campus as a result of the horrific ‘slander’ being made to his ‘good’ name. Once he had left, everyone breathed a sigh of relief as Nedzu took up the podium once again.
“This, dear students, is not how one should act as a hero,” The principal spoke wisely, with both teachers and students alike listening with abrupt interest. “Heroes do not say such things to impressionable youths…” With that, All Might looked down at the ground sadly – Izuku just wanted to rush over and cuddle his mentor and tell him he was just looking out for the once Quirkless boy’s safety in life. “… Neither do we take so long to put our point across. Yes, foremost, we are here to help others and defeat villains but we are also there as role models to future generations of heroes, it would do you well to remember that.” A solemn silence hung over the audience as the true nature of Nedzu’s words sunk in. To bring the spirit of the room back to a joval tone, Nedzu smiled and looked up into the crowd.
“Also, may Yaoyorozu Momo and Midoriya Izuku come to my office after this is over,” he announced, causing everyone to turn and look at them. “I must congratulate them on their interesting but amusing asset just now. Never before have I seen such genius put to good use. You two today have truly been Yuuei’s heroes.”
“That was you two?!” Kaminari leant forwards with a shocked look on his face, as did the rest of the class to their two peers.
“Why yes it was,” Yaoyorozu replied proudly, her chest puffed out with a dazzling gleam in her eyes. “Midoriya came up with the plan, I was happy to follow through with it, however!” Before anyone could say anything else, mainly in congratulations, Nedzu spoke up once more.
“Thank you for enduring this apparent waste of time, other than the aforementioned students, you are all dismissed back to your homeroom classes.” And with that, everyone cheered.
“FINALLY!”
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“You’re back!” Everyone turned to look as both Yaoyorozu and Midoriya entered the classroom, both having very downtrodden expressions on their faces.
“Wait, did Nedzu not congratulate the two of you?” Jirou asked, raising her eyebrow at their stances.
“Did he expel you?!” Iida had got out of his chair, making mad chopping motions with his hands. “I do agree that what you did was out of line somewhat but even the principal should know how awful a hero that man is!”
“NO! THEY CAN’T EXPEL YAOYOROZU! I’VE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO TOUCH HER BOOBS!!!” Mineta cried, only to be blasted to the back of the room by Bakugou and frozen to the wall by Todoroki, nobody stopped them or called them out on their actions.
“Well,” Yaoyorozu muttered, only to wink to the class as she and Midoriya pulled a plaque each from behind their backs. “Considering the two of us have just been awarded for our “Services to U.A.” I would hope not!” Cheers arose from most of the 1-A students as they rushed out of their seats to crowd around the two to get a glimpse of their shiny new awards. Aizawa smiled at the two of them from his sleeping bag before he’d had enough of the noise and drifted off to sleep as the volume rose.
“‘This Honour has been Awarded to Midoriya Izuku for Services to the School by Roasting the Everliving Hell out of Endewhore,’” Ashido began snorting as she read. “Even the teachers have taken on the name! This is going to become U.A. famous!”
“More like world famous.” Midoriya answered timidly, gaining a confused response from the others. “Yaoyorozu recorded everything, it’s going on HeroTube tonight.”
“YOU TWO ARE THE BEST!” That night, there was a party in the 1-A dormitory, with all students and teachers invited to celebrate the second successful upload of Endewhore roasting. Unsurprisingly, everyone attended, even Aizawa.