Sussy Baka in MHA

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|Suzaku's POV:|

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It happened yet again.

-Sigh…-

I don't even know what to say about it.

Another massacre. Another round of bodies piling up around me. It's not even shocking at this point, it's almost becoming a routine.

For six years, I managed to live a rather calm life without villain stuff involving me directly. Six years without anything like this happening since the lab incident. And then, I enroll in a hero school, and it's like fate decided to start screwing me over by forcing me to do non-hero things.

And let's be real—how many people have I killed by now? Counting this latest spree? A hundred and eighty? No, more like one ninety now. Maybe even higher. I've lost track, and that's not a comforting thought.

Damn… just looking at the number it feels like I'm a super serial killer or something …A serial killer of bad guys… At least I hope they were.

Some of them probably had their sob stories. Probably had reasons for doing what they did.

But I didn't stop to ask.

I didn't stop to care.

And why? Because they were in my way. Because they were going to interrupt the festival. Because their existence threatened my chance of getting first place in this stupid competition.

Killing fifty people for such a petty reason... It's laughable, really.

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But it is what it is.

Normally, I'd sit here, drowning in my own thoughts, agonizing over the lives I've taken, wondering what kind of monster I'm turning into. But honestly? It's getting harder to care.

The more this happens, the less I feel… The more numb I grow to killing.

I used to question what the number of corpses in my hands said about who or what I was. Now? I'm just tired of thinking about it.

My brain isn't made for this sort of philosophical question.

Regardless of whatever sad story any of those villains might have had, today they were obstacles. 

… And now they're not. It's as simple as that.

"I'm sounding edgier and edgier the more I think about this..."

I shook my head, trying to shake off the thought.

So I moved on to the next matter at hand. More specifically, my attention shifted to the trio I faced earlier: Hand Fetish Guy, Foggy Guy, and Muscular Bird-Headed Guy.

Yeah, those three. The villains from the anime's first season's last arc.

Or at least, two of them now. I killed the Nomu. Or whatever they called it.

But this wasn't supposed to happen here.

My memory might not be the greatest, but one thing I was sure of was that in the anime they didn't attack at a festival like this one.

So, why now? And why here?

At first, I thought maybe I had misremembered things. Maybe they weren't supposed to attack us back at the USJ and would attack us much further into the future.

But no, according to Hand Fetish Guy, they were planning to attack back then.

And yet they didn't.

So, what had sprouted this change? Why had they attacked now instead of back at the USJ, which is where I think they attacked originally in the anime?

The moment I asked myself that question, my mind instantly went back to him. That psycho doctor.

At first, I thought he was just some crazy background villain doing his own thing. But now, looking back to those moments when I had been trapped, I remember seeing many of those "Nomus" in glass tanks around the laboratory.

At first, I didn't think much of them. The guy was crazy so seeing weird shit in there was to be expected to an extent, and their appearances weren't exactly the same as the big one with the beak-like thing, the only similarity was that all of them had their brains exposed.

But when I saw that the hands-fetish guy had brought two of those "Nomus", and one of them had appeared originally in the anime, I realized that the psycho-doctor was not some no-name villain as I had thought.

Both probably had a connection of sorts, both in this world and in the anime.

With led me to the next point… The incident at his laboratory.

When I destroyed his lab and made it public, I thought I was just shutting down the hideout of some random maniac. But now, seeing that both villains seem to be connected somehow, I'm starting to think I disrupted something bigger.

Maybe that's why the attack timeline shifted.

Maybe I'm the reason all of this is happening now instead of earlier.

...

Or maybe I'm just overestimating my importance in the grand scheme of things.

Either way, it doesn't matter anymore.

I've already changed the story. I can't go back and "fix" it even if I wanted to. Plus, I barely remember the plot of season one of the anime, so it's not like I could keep things canon beyond that anyway.

As such, the only thing I could do from now on, was to not give a fuck anymore…

... Which is pretty much what I've been doing until now.

Carve my own path in this world, regardless of what the canon might have been.

And if things go to shit because of it? Then I just have to shut down whoever ends up being the big bad—or big baddies in case there's more than one.

Easy peasy lemon squeezy as that.

"My plan for becoming a millionaire will not be stopped because of some lame villain with world-conquering aspirations"

With those words, I stood up and pulled up my pants. Leaving the bathroom stall not long after.

My fight with the insomniac-looking purple-haired guy was coming up soon, and I couldn't afford to lose focus now.

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|A few minutes later, 3rd Person POV:|

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As Suzaku walked back to the field, scrolling through his phone to check if he hadn't been disqualified for being absent too long, his expression lit up when he saw a familiar face emerge from the hallway ahead.

It was Arata.

The moment they were close enough, Suzaku casually dapped him up and tilted his head. "How'd it go?"

Arata sighed deeply, a mixture of frustration and resignation.

"...I got my ass handed to me."

Suzaku couldn't help but chuckle wryly. Arata had gone up against Bakugo, and frankly, the outcome was no surprise. That guy had the attitude of a psycho but at least had enough skill to back it up—most of the time.

As Suzaku considered how to console his friend, Arata's expression shifted entirely. A sly grin spread across his face as he burst into laughter.

"Still, I made that explosive punk my bitch for the first few minutes! You should've seen his face, running away from my stun grenades. He couldn't even get close because of my spider harness shielding me!" He rubbed his hands together, his grin widening. "I bet there are tons of companies lining up to sponsor me after that performance."

"Heh." Suzaku's smile grew, genuinely pleased Arata had managed to give Bakugo a hard time. "How'd he manage to win, then?"

Arata's triumphant look immediately dimmed. "Ran out of stun grenades. That bastard didn't waste a second. As soon as my rhythm broke, he went off. He was so pissed, I thought he was gonna blow me to bits, so I forfeited before he actually could."

Suzaku chuckled lightly. "Yeah, that sounds about right for him." Then, he tilted his head. "What round are they on now? I didn't get disqualified for taking my time in the bathroom, did I?"

Arata raised an eyebrow. "No, but you sure took your sweet time in there. They're in the fifth round now. Mei-san is fighting the green-haired guy who ganged up on us in the previous event."

"Right before my match, huh?" Suzaku grinned, relieved. "Guess I'll head out then. Wouldn't want to get disqualified for not being there. When I get to fight that explosive guy, I'll give him a beating for you."

"Yeah, you do that." Arata laughed before wincing as he grabbed his ribs. "I'll head to Recovery Girl to heal these injuries, that guy sure did a number on me before I was able to forfeit…"

With that, both friends went their separate ways.

A while after that, Suzaku arrived at the field. However, before he could enter it, a teacher stopped him and told him to reunite with his classmates on the seats reserved for his class.

Apparently, they would be spectating the fights from above, just like the rest of the public.

So after getting some indications, Suzaku climbed into the spectator seats and began looking for his group.

However, such a task proved to be more troublesome than he thought, as he somehow ended up stumbling onto the 1-A section instead of his own, causing an awkward atmosphere when the group saw him there, in a section he shouldn't be. Some even thought he was there to pick a fight.

However, when they heard him asking for directions, their waryness turned to speechlessness.

In the end, Suzaku discovered that his section was right on the other side of a wall that divided both classes, so after bidding farewell to some of the guys he was on good terms with, he jumped the wall with ease, and finally reached his section.

Once there, it didn't take long for his classmates to spot him.

"Where have you been?" Itsuka asked, a mixture of irritation and curiosity in her tone after seeing Suzaku nonchalantly sitting on his spot as if he hadn't disappeared for quite a good while.

"Saving the world," Suzaku replied without missing a beat, leaning back in his seat like it was the most obvious answer.

Itsuka's eyebrows twitched, but before she could fire back, Tetsutetsu chimed in with a knowing grin.

"Oh yeah? Must've been one hell of a villain if it kept you this long."

Suzaku smirked. "Oh, it was a massive one."

Tetsutetsu stifled a laugh, while Itsuka glanced between them, visibly confused. "What are you two even talking about…?"

Neither of them answered, leaving her to stew as Suzaku shifted his attention to the match unfolding below.

It was a rather… pitiful sight.

Mei Hatsume was thoroughly destroying Midoriya—not in the conventional sense, but by making him the unwitting star of her product demonstration. The poor guy was being tossed around the arena, unable to do much but play the role of a test dummy for her gadgets against his will, all while Mei enthusiastically narrated the features of each invention over the stadium's speakers.

Suzaku raised an eyebrow at the bizarre scene. "What the hell am I watching?"

"Apparently, that poor boy was fooled by the girl before they started their duel" Itsuka explained, sighing. "From the explanation the boy did before it all went downhill for him, it seems he was told the gadgets and items the girl gave him were to help level the playing field… However, it turned out she just wanted to show off her tech to potential sponsors."

"Poor sucker." Suzaku shook his head. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for the kid.

However, upon seeing that the item-showcase play looked like it was gonna go on for a long while, Suzaku's care for the duel soon diminished.

As a result, his mind began to drift onto another more pressing matter. His eyes scanned the crowd, subtly looking for signs of the villains who'd infiltrated the crowd and planted bombs everywhere. 

He'd done his part by warning Principal Nezu, and although he could have helped, he certainly didn't have high hopes for himself to handle things quietly.

So he could only hope that, whichever heroes were under the service of the school right now, they'd be handling it quietly, without disrupting the event.

Though, if they needed to stop the festival at one point… Then there was nothing he could do. His mind was set on winning first place, but not to the extent of getting angry in the case the heroes decided to evacuate the public due to the danger of explosions.

He was not so cold-hearted. 

At least not yet.

As Suzaku was immersed in his thoughts, Present Mic's voice soon snapped him back to reality.

["Hatsume Mei forfeits, the winner of this round is Izuku Midoriya!"]

-Cheers!-

When the match ended with Mei surrendering—apparently satisfied with the amount of attention her inventions had garnered,—Suzaku stood up and stretched, readying himself for his own battle.

Once he was done with that, he cracked his neck and began walking away.

"Good luck, Suzaku!" Itsuka called after him.

"Show everyone what class 1-B can do!" Tetsutetsu roared.

Suzaku didn't look back, simply raising a hand in acknowledgment as he made his way toward the waiting area.

After a while, he arrived at the waiting zone for the participants. The place was empty, and it only had a bench for the participants to wait for a teacher to call them.

So, without thinking about it much, Suzaku shrugged and went to sit there. Leaning his chin on his palm as he waited for his name to be called.

A minute or so later, Midoriya stumbled into the room, looking utterly defeated despite having technically won his fight.

"S-Suzuki-kun," he stammered upon seeing the redhead. "It's your turn next, right?"

"Hm." Suzaku nodded without saying much.

"..." Midoriya fidgeted awkwardly for a moment at the lack of response. However, after both looked at each other awkwardly for a few seconds, Midoriya ended up finally blurting out his shonen-protagonist thoughts, "Suzuki-kun… you're amazing, until now you've managed to keep first place in all regards, and even in the last event, I had to team up with others to have a chance against you... However, now that we are in a tournament... I—I'll defeat you!"

Suzaku blinked, then let out a small laugh. "You're not in an anime, dude."

Midoriya flushed red, mortified by the callout of his cringe war declaration.

Fortunately for his hurt pride though, Suzaku added a few more words to his previous comment soon after.

"But hey, feel free to try when it's our turn."

Midoriya seemed to brighten at the acknowledgment. "I wi—"

-Click-

"Your turn Suzuki."

"A'ight."

However, before Broccoli Man was able to say anything else, a teacher entered the room and called out to Suzaku.

After that, the redhead stood up and left as the teacher escorted him to the arena, giving Midoriya a tap on the shoulder before ultimately leaving for good.

Soon, the stadium erupted into cheers and jeers as Suzaku stepped onto the field.

And, as soon as he got onto the platform, he eyed his opponent carefully.

'What was his name again?' Suzaku thought with his eyebrows furrowed.

["Thanks for waiting, dear public! Let's get the energy back up for our next match!"] The screen situated high in the stadium lit up, displaying the profiles of the two competitors.

[Hitoshi Shinso vs Suzaku Suzuki]

'Right, Shinso.' Suzaku nodded to himself after remembering for the second or third time today his rival's name.

Then, he recalled the bits of information he'd pieced together about Shinso's Quirk earlier before his trip to the bathroom. 'It's mind control, no doubt. But how does he trigger it? Mystical brain powers? Eye contact? Something else?'

"...?" Shinso raised an eyebrow at being faced with Suzaku's prolonged stare.

As the sus teenager was planning his approach to such an unknown threat, Present Mic began with his strange presentations.

["This is match number seven. On one hand, we have… uh, I'm sorry, he hasn't done anything outstanding yet… Ahem, from the General Education department, Hitoshi Shinso!!!"]

A wave of cheers erupted, mostly from the General Education students, though the public in general seemed quieter for this introduction.

Suzaku watched Shinso raise a hand in acknowledgment, his expression remaining cool and collected.

["And on the other side…"] Present Mic continued, his voice rising in excitement, ["...we've got the guy who's been stirring the pot all festival long and a student of mine who doesn't pay attention to my classes! You've seen him taunt his way through every challenge so far, from the Hero course, Suzaku Suzuki!!"]

The noise this time was far more chaotic, a mix of fervent cheers and harsh boos. Suzaku smirked at the divided reaction, raising his fist slightly in acknowledgment before crossing his arms.

From his spot in the stands, Tetsutetsu roared Suzaku's name, while Itsuka accompanied him in his cheering, albeit a bit more tamely.

As the introductions ended, the countdown began.

["Alright, folks!" Present Mic's voice rang out again. "With all that hype out of the way… are you ready?"]

The crowd roared in unison.

["Ready… set…"]

Suzaku and Shinso on the other hand, locked eyes, each waiting for the other to make the first move.

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["Go!!"]

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-To be Continued…-

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(A/N: Fricking webnovel decided to exit my account while I was editing the ch. I had to re-edit the changes again thanks to the fact I had not saved it yet.

Anyway, here' the usually on-time Sunday chapter I hope you enjoyed it, and I hope you're ready for the beating that comes in the next chapter.

Also, happy new year in advance, I missed wishing you merry Christmas, so I'm doing this one in advance.)

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