Sussy Baka in MHA

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["Suzaku Suzuki wins!"]

-Woooo!!!-

Present Mic's declaration echoed throughout the stadium, sparking an eruption of cheers and excited chatter from the stands.

"What the heck was that?!"

"How in the world did that kid survive that last attack?!"

"Endeavor's son got defeated? This is totally making it to the headlines!"

"Quick, take a photo, take a photo!"

"Man, I couldn't see a thing with all that smoke. What the hell happened in there?"

"Yeah, how in the world did he manage to dodge that and reach his opponent while at it in such a short time?"

"Hey, speaking of which… what's that kid's Quirk anyway? Hasn't he been fighting old-school until now?, I don't think he has done anything crazy so far... Could it be he used his Quirk to escape?"

"Hmm… maybe it's something that boosts his physical abilities, and that's why he is fighting hand to hand? After all, no normal human moves like that unless they've got some serious enhancing Quirk powering them up."

"It'd make sense, but let's see... Uh... According to the participants sheet, his Quirk is called… Glasses?"

"Huh? What does that even mean?"

"Hell if I know."

"The fuck?"

As the crowd's chatter intensified, dozens and dozens of eyes locking on Suzaku's strong and victorious figure by the second, Present Mic's lively commentary continued.

["With that, the semi-finals are finally over! Participant Suzuki now moves on to the finals, where he'll face none other than Participant Bakugo in a last and epic battle for the top spot!"]

The audience's excitement grew, filling the stadium with so many voices that, if not near them, it was hard to make sense of what any of them were saying.

["Now, while I'd love to jump straight into the finals, it's obvious that Participant Suzuki isn't in any condition to fight right now. So we'll be taking a short break while our amazing school nurse, Recovery Girl, patches up Suzuki. Then, we'll be back to finish this festival with a BANG! Look forward to it!"]

As Present Mic wrapped up his announcement, many spectators stood up, heading off to grab snacks or take bathroom breaks. Meanwhile, staff members carrying stretchers entered the field.

Todoroki, who was too injured to walk, was carefully placed on a stretcher and carried off straight towards Recovery Girl.

Suzaku, although still capable of walking, didn't refuse the opportunity to chill for a bit. As soon as he was offered the opportunity, he climbed onto his stretcher and folded his hands behind his head as he lay down, enjoying the chance to relax as he was carried away.

While he got carried away, the amazed gazes of the audience followed behind him, as did the astonished eyes of both hero classes.

On class B's side, Tetsutetsu stood up and exclaimed loudly as he clenched his fist in admiration. Still baffled by the fight he had just witnessed. "Haha, that guy actually won! He actually beat that guy!"

Next to him, Itsuka leaned back in her seat, letting out a relieved sigh accompanied by a wry smile. "That guy, why does he have to scare us like that?"

Tetsutetsu snickered. "Yeah, for a second there I thought he had gotten himself roasted or something."

Itsuka nodded with a relieved smile as she too glanced at the departing figure of Suzaku.

"Still, he should've been more careful," Itsuka muttered, her gaze focusing on the injuries Suzaku had sustained from Todoroki's powerful flames and freezing ice.

Tetsutetsu looked at her strangely before glancing at the unconscious Todoroki being carried away. "Uh, I think the other guy got it worse, though—two broken legs, a broken arm, and probably a whole lot of bruises. I think that's quite a lot worse compared to Suzaku."

Itsuka's smile twitched. "Now that you mention it..."

Maybe it was a bit inappropriate to worry about Suzaku when his opponent had been left in such a state.

But well, Recovery Girl would most likely end up healing both right away, so Itsuka sneered as she realized she was overreacting.

However, her gaze lingered on Suzaku's injuries. The worry in her heart was still not settled...

... At least until she caught sight of Suzaku's smug and carefree expression as he was carried away like a king by the school's staff. Shaking her head and sneering as she realized he'd be fine.

'Nevermind.'

Meanwhile, a few seats away from them, Juzo glanced between the wrecked arena and Suzaku's retreating figure. His mouth, lacking lips, turned into a baffled toothy smile. "Sheesh, that guy actually pulled it off."

He couldn't wrap his head around how Suzaku had managed to win against such a powerful opponent with just a staff and his bare hands. It felt surreal.

He knew he was agile and quite strong from his fight against Ibara and Sen. But this had been a completely new sight for him.

And not only for him but for his classmates too. They had finally seen a glimpse of a truly serious Suzaku.

"Hieeeh~ Suzuki really knows how to move!" Setsuna smiled as she crossed her arms, not having been expecting this level of performance from her 1st ranked classmate.

"He is like a ninja!" Beside her, Pony exclaimed in a broken Japanese accent.

"..." Yui, always the chatterbox, nodded with an impassive expression.

Seated nearby, Monoma looked at the three girls for a moment before he leaned back, crossing his arms as he eyed Suzaku with a mixture of frustration and disbelief.

Sitting next to him, Kosei grinned as he looked at Monoma, nudging him with his elbow. "It seems the Anti-Suzaku Squad takes another loss, eh Monoma?"

The blonde rolled his eyes with a discontent expression. "Well, at least he didn't embarrass us. The last thing I'd want is for our class to be considered weaker than the other."

Sen, who was sitting on the contrary side, sweat-dropped a bit as he smiled self-depreciatingly. "Isn't it our fault for not qualifying like him, though?"

"Shut up." Monoma frowned in frustration, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them and staring at Suzaku as he was carried away.

"Freaking monster," he muttered bitterly, though a small smile still found its way to his face.

Of course, Class 1-B wasn't the only one impressed and baffled by the fight that had just unfolded. On the other side of the wall separating the two classes, Class 1-A was having its own set of conversations about what had just happened.

"I can't believe it… Todoroki actually lost?" Kaminari said, staring wide-eyed at the destruction spread across the arena. The terrifying explosion Todoroki's Quirk had unleashed moments ago still echoed in his mind, making it even harder to believe that someone like that had lost.

And what was more disconcerting—he lost in such a weird way!

One moment, Todoroki had been launching a massive, incinerating beam of doom with almost no way for his opponent to dodge, and the next, he was lying on the concrete with said opponent standing over him, smugly.

And Kaminari wasn't the only one who was perplexed by the sudden turn of events.

"What the heck? I was sure he had it in the bag when he launched that final attack. How the heck did he end up flat on the ground?" Sero asked, scratching the back of his head with a confused expression.

"Even Todoroki couldn't avoid getting trashed. I guess it's a good thing I didn't get to the last event." Mineta muttered with a panicked expression, glancing with wary eyes at his defeated classmate.

"That guy…" In a corner of the class, Kirishima could be seen with his head lowered, his body trembling frenetically. He stayed like that for a while, even prompting some of his classmates to glance at him with worry.

Some wondered if Todoroki's defeat affected him that much. They weren't aware he had such a deep friendship with him.

However, their worry turned into deadpan the instant his head snapped back up, showing his tear and snot-filled face. "To win with only a staff, his fists and feet against such an overwhelmingly powerful opponent… That was the manliest thing I've ever seen!"

Near him, the girls of Class 1-A exchanged puzzled glances at Kirishima's emotional outburst, not quite getting his excitement. However, even though they couldn't understand it, it didn't mean they didn't have their own conflicting thoughts about the match they had just witnessed.

"Not even Todoroki could take him down. This isn't looking good for our class…" Jiro muttered with a wry expression. Her eyes flicked toward Bakugo, seated a few spots away. He was the one who'd be facing Suzaku next, but honestly...

She couldn't picture him winning. Not after this fight.

'Fight on, Bakugo...' She silently prayed inside her mind.

Next to her, Yaoyorozu let out an overly dramatic sigh as she put a hand on her cheek. "Suzuki-san is amazing… Even though he's only used hand-to-hand combat so far, he's still managed to outshine everyone. Even in the previous events, where raw fighting skill wasn't as prominent as now, he managed to keep the top spot."

She swallowed nervously as her eyes landed on Suzaku. His outstanding performance and incredible combat prowess made her feel a twinge of inadequacy, reminding her of just how much she still lacked in actual combat experience, and how that had come to light during the first fights of this tournament.

Although she felt she improved a little during her match with Todoroki, she still felt quite lacking—at least when comparing herself to someone like Suzaku, who acted like this was just another casual Monday.

"Well, Suzuki-kun did beat Aizawa-sensei, so I guess it makes sense that he's that strong—gero," Asui suddenly added, recalling the shocking sight of their teacher getting knocked out by Suzaku's headbutt.

"It's true..." The mention of that incident calmed Yaoyorozu's insecure heart a little. Although she still felt lacking, a student who could already beat a Pro couldn't be measured by conventional means, right?

As the girls continued their conversation, at a corner of the group, a certain someone's bulging eyes were glued to the arena, countless and endless mutterings escaping his mouth as he stared at the two contenders leaving the arena.

From his seat, Midoriya—bandaged up like a mummy after his earlier fight with Suzaku—had his trusty notebook already pulled out and was scribbling furiously on it.

"The distance between the two was quite significant at the moment of the explosion… For Suzuki-kun to have reached Todoroki so quickly, he would've needed a speed comparable to Iida's, if not even more. And that's not even considering the speed required to avoid being caught in that enormous explosion… Just what is his Quirk? So far, from what I've managed to pick, it seems to be tied to his glasses, but judging by how he moves, it's likely some sort of physical enhancement Quirk. Maybe the glasses are a support function, or perhaps they're a secondary ability?—similar to how Todoroki-kun can produce fire with one hand and ice with the other—"

"Shut up, you damn nerd!" Suddenly, Bakugo barked at him, cutting off Midoriya's rambling with an annoyed glare.

"S-sorry!" Midoriya quickly bowed his head, lowering his voice, though his mental analysis continued unperturbed, although this time in silence.

From his seat, Bakugo didn't dwell on Midoriya's annoyingness for long. Immediately after reprimanding Izuku, his gaze snapped back to the arena, focusing on the aftermath of the battle—the craters, the scorch marks, and the sheer devastation left behind by Todoroki's final attack.

"Damn it…" He growled under his breath.

Up until now, Bakugo had firmly refused to acknowledge the superiority of others over him. He always told himself that as long as he put in the effort, he'd be able to defeat anyone. He was just that much of a prodigy.

But after seeing Todoroki's overwhelming power firsthand in this fight, doubt crept into his mind.

The sheer level of destruction Todoroki had unleashed rivaled what Bakugo could achieve only when using his hero suit, which was specifically designed to store and release large amounts of his explosive sweat. Without it, Bakugo knew there was a limit to how much power he could generate from his palms.

Todoroki, on the other hand, had reached—or possibly exceeded—that level of destructive force entirely on his own, without any support gear.

The bastard was a true monster.

And yet, even that same monster had been defeated… and by that irritating guy with glasses nonetheless.

Even after unleashing all of that overwhelming power... even after turning the arena into a mess... even after shooting such a powerful attack that Bakugo himself wasn't sure he'd be able to block or dodge... Todoroki had still somehow lost.

So… would the same thing happen to him when he and the redhead clashed? Would he, too, end up flat on the ground after having all his techniques and strategies turned ineffective?

"No…" Bakugo muttered, his eyes narrowing as his expression hardened into one of fierce determination.

He wasn't going to let that happen. He was going to prove, without a doubt, that he was cut above the rest. 

And when he faced that smug, redheaded bastard, he was going to make sure that all of Japan could see who was the real top spot.

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|Minutes later, Stadium's infirmary…|

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"You youngsters don't know the meaning of taking things easy, do you?" Recovery Girl said in a displeased tone as she examined Suzaku's injuries.

 "He started," Suzaku said, pointing at Todoroki, who lay in an infirmary bed a few meters away.

Todoroki shot him a deadpan look. "It was a match."

However, despite his answer, Suzaku simply shrugged with an innocent expression. "Yeah, but you threw the first attack, so my retaliation was completely valid."

"..." Todoroki became speechless in front of such infallible logic.

"Hmph… Well, at least one of you sustained less serious injuries," As the two bickered silently, Recovery Girl muttered something as she inspected Suzaku's slightly charred arm, frostbitten hand, and other minor burns.

"Most of these are superficial, so my Quirk shouldn't take too much out of you." She said, massaging her chin as she finished examining Suzaku.

From his bed, Todoroki closed his eyes upon hearing her evaluation, a faint frown forming on his face.

Suzaku had walked away from their fight with minor injuries, while he had suffered broken bones and bruises all over.

It felt a bit unfair.

Sadly, this world is filled with injustice.

"Heh." Suzaku smiled smugly from his seat.

-Chu-

However, his smile faltered slightly as Recovery Girl kissed him on the cheek, and he immediately felt a chunk of his stamina drain. Not too much—just about an eighth of it.

As the small feeling of exhaustion sat in, Suzaku grabbed his head with a bit of a displeased face, feeling slightly dizzy after experiencing that energy loss for the first time. "So that's how it feels, huh?"

Recovery Girl held out a candy.

"Eat this." She said with a straight face.

"Sure." Suzaku didn't question it and simply grabbed the candy without hesitation before popping it into his mouth.

As he savored the sweetness, Recovery Girl gave him a slightly concerned look. "How are you feeling? If you're too tired, you can rest for a bit before your next fight."

Suzaku tilted his head at her question for a moment before he smiled as he understood the reason for her worry. "Don't worry granny, I'm fine. Your Quirk didn't take much."

"It didn't?" Recovery Girl raised an eyebrow and gave him a scrutinizing look.

After a moment, her eyes widened in surprise. Unlike most people after receiving treatment, Suzaku showed no signs of exhaustion aside from his initial daze.

"Well, aren't you quite the energetic kid?" she said with a smile before standing up. "If that's the case, then you can leave whenever you want. For now, I've got other patients to look after, so don't mind me and leave whenever you feel like it."

With that, she turned around and began walking to other infirmary beds where other patients lay.

Getting the permission he needed, and having healed already, Suzaku didn't hesitate to stand up immediately, ready to head for the door. He wanted to put an end to this festival as soon as he could, so the less time he wasted, the better.

However, just when he was about to leave, someone called out to him.

"Wait."

"...?"

Turning around, Suzaku faced Todoroki, who was still lying in bed. Raising an eyebrow as he wondered what the guy had to say.

"What's up? If you have any complaints about how badly I beat you up, then take them with someone else. I don't care—"

"It's not that," Todoroki cut him off, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. "You said I was an arrogant prick for holding back part of my Quirk during our fight… but you held back too, didn't you?"

Suzaku stayed silent for a moment, seemingly contemplating the question.

However, ultimately a small smile crept across his face and he crossed his arms with a proud demeanor.

"Yeah, but the arrogant prick part doesn't apply to me."

Todoroki's eyebrow twitched. "You're quite the hypocrite."

"Proudly so." Suzaku smirked with his eyes closed, almost as if he was indeed proud of that.

Seeing his blatant and uncaring attitude, Todoroki couldn't hold a sigh from escaping his mouth.

After a few seconds of silence, however, he turned to look back at Suzaku, his expression serious this time.

"Why did you hold back? You could have ended the fight a few times during our close confrontations... but you didn't."

Suzaku shot him a nasty grin. "Do you want the pleasant answer or the unpleasant answer?"

Todoroki squinted at Suzaku, sweatdropping a bit. "What do you mean by—no, never mind that... Tell me the pleasant first."

Suzaku chuckled, before caressing his chin while his eyes darted to the ceiling as if reminiscing memories. "Well, after overhearing that conversation you had with Midoriya—"

"...So you were eavesdropping."

"—Ahem, yes, indeed. Anyway, that, plus a brief and… let's call it interesting encounter with your dad that left me quite annoyed, caused me to feel quite frustrated when I saw you misdirecting all that anger, so as we fought, I figured I'd pressure you into going all out."

"...?" Todoroki raised an eyebrow.

"Like I said, if you're gonna hate the guy or—I don't know—stand up to him somehow, don't take it out on your Quirk. That's like hating your own feet because they share the same genes as your ass of a father."

"..."

"Well, that's the gist of it. Your attitude just annoyed me."

"I see…" Todoroki nodded, his gaze lost as he processed Suzaku's words. 

He understood the analogy well enough. His Quirk wasn't merely Endeavor's fire passed down; it was a unique blend—his mother's aspect of ice and his father's aspect of fire, both turned into a single concept that encompassed both, and in truth didn't belong to either of his parents, but to him only.

At least, that's what he thought Suzaku had been trying to tell him.

But for a long time, he had been treating his left side as a curse, an extension of the man he despised most. So, even if he could now see things a bit more clearly, he wasn't sure he'd be able to change his views so quickly.

He had only used his fire against Suzaku because he had gotten caught in the heat of their battle. However, in any other future fight, he wasn't sure he'd be able to do so again without hesitation.

'I guess only time will tell.' Todoroki closed his eyes, reaching a quiet resolution. Unlike before, he now saw how his perspective might not have been entirely current.

Maybe, given enough time, he could get to accept his fire as part of himself—something that belonged to him and no one else.

But that'd take time.

A faint smile crossed his face as he reached that conclusion.

With that done, he turned to look at Suzaku again, curiosity in his tone as he asked. "... And the unpleasant reason?"

Suzaku grinned smugly.

"Of course, to make myself look way cooler after winning. Beating a guy who can only use ice is cool and all, but taking down someone who can wield both ice and fire on a ridiculous scale? That's way more impressive to see on live TV."

"..." Todoroki was speechless.

Suzaku patted him on the shoulder, his expression softening into a gentle and grateful look. "You served your purpose. Thanks for that."

"..."

After that, Suzaku straightened up and turned to face the door with a confident smile. "... And now, it's your explosive classmate's turn to make me shine. However, I'm debating whether I should give him the same chance I gave you or just jump straight into the beat-up part. Honestly, I'm itching to wrap this whole festival up."

Todoroki said nothing, watching Suzaku with an unreadable expression as he talked about beating up Bakugo so casually.

In the end, though, Suzaku simply shook his head and did an uncaring shrug. "Well, whatever it is I decide in the end, pray that Baguko doesn't die in the process."

"Bakugo," Todoroki corrected him.

"That's what I said," Suzaku said matter-of-factly before he strode again toward the door.

However, just before he left the room, he gave Todoroki a last wave without looking back. 

"Later, Elsa."

-Click...-

With that, he closed the door behind him and left a speechless Todoroki looking at the door with an exasperated gaze.

"Elsa…?" Todoroki repeated.

Suzaku called him yet another bizarre name.

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|A few minutes later…|

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After informing Present Mic that he was ready, allowing the guy to make the announcement about the festival's resume so that all the people who had left during the small break could return to the stadium, Suzaku made his way to the waiting room.

Once there, he sat on the bench of the room, resting his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward, letting out a long breath.

"It sure took a while…" he muttered, reaching back to massage his sore muscles with one hand, his eyes momentarily closed in brief relaxation. His mind drifted through everything that had happened so far—the race, the cavalry battle, the brutal matches leading up to this point.

To say he was mentally drained would be an understatement. This whole thing had been a grind.

He wasn't used to pushing himself so hard for something he didn't care about. First place in this festival? To him, it wasn't worth this level of effort. It felt unnecessary, even pointless.

All he really wanted was to go home, sink into his ridiculously comfortable king-sized bed, and take the best nap of his life.

But, as always, that nagging voice in the back of his head wouldn't let him stop. It urged him forward, reminding him why he couldn't just back down now.

Opening his eyes, Suzaku straightened up, his gaze sharpening with determination. "All that's left is to beat the kid with anger issues and first place will be mine."

His eyes shifted to his staff, resting against the wall nearby. After his fight with Todoroki, a few teachers retrieved it from the ice and returned it to him once he was cleared to fight. He appreciated the gesture, but…

"I don't need it for this," Suzaku said quietly, setting the staff aside. "If I can't beat that punk without using a weapon, I don't deserve first place."

With that thought, he stood up, rolling his shoulders as he stretched his arms. 

-Click-

"It's time, Suzuki."

Coincidentally, a teacher opened the door just as Suzaku was preparing himself, motioning for him to head to the arena.

"A'ight." Suzaku nodded, though as he prepared to head to the door leading to the field, he stopped, noticing a small smile on his face that felt quite odd considering his desire to simply go back home.

As he noticed it, a grin spread across Suzaku's face. Despite the mental exhaustion and constant urge to quit, he found himself oddly excited.

And he knew why.

All the pent-up frustration from this festival, all the irritation for having to go along with the nagging voice's desire, all could finally be vented in the best way possible—by punching the daylights out of a certain spiky blond with anger issues.

"Alright, time to wrap things up." With those words, Suzaku finally stepped out of the room, his strides calm but confident.

As he entered the field, sunlight poured down on him, highlighting his figure as he made his way onto the platform.

-Cheers-

Reaching his designated side of the platform, Suzaku stopped, hands in his pockets. 

His eyes locked directly on Bakugo.

"..." Bakugo scowled fiercely, his hands already twitching, itching to let loose an explosion. 

In contrast, Suzaku remained relaxed, that smug grin plastered on his face as if he was unfazed by the pressure of the final match.

The atmosphere in the stadium grew heavy. Even the audience, who had been lively moments ago, fell unusually silent. All eyes were glued to the two figures on the field—the culmination of the festival was here.

Present Mic's booming voice broke through the thick silence.

["Well, well! It's finally time for the last match of the U.A. Sports Festival!"]

The massive screen overhead displayed an aerial shot of both contestants standing still, facing each other like two predators ready to pounce on each other the instant the signal was made.

["This is it, folks! The top of the first-year students will be decided with this one final match!"]

The camera zoomed in on Bakugo, his fierce glare sharp enough to make many in the stands flinch.

["From the hero course—Katsuki Bakugo!!!"]

After that, the camera shifted to Suzaku, whose calm, almost bored expression made for a stark contrast to the intensity of his rival.

["Also from the hero course—Suzaku Suzuki!!!"]

The brief introductions ended, and with that done, Present Mic delivered the word that put everyone on edge instantly. 

["Ready~?!"]

For a moment, silence reigned once more. The tension was nearly unbearable. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the inevitable explosion of action.

Bakugo's muscles tensed. Sparks like small fireworks began to flicker at the edge of his palms, faint popping noises crackling through the air. He was ready to explode forward the instant the signal was given.

-Swooosh…-

The wind stirred lightly, ruffling Suzaku's hair. Time seemed to stretch, seconds feeling like minutes as the final match hung on the edge of a knife.

"..."

"..."

Until finally, Present Mic's voice rang out, slicing through the moment.

["START!!!"]

—HOOONK!!!—

-Boom!-

The next instant, the sound of an explosion rang out.

"DIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

Bakugo wasted no time. The moment the signal blared, he rocketed forward with a deafening yell, explosions propelling him at blistering speed. His right hand was already raised, ready to blow Suzaku away in a single, decisive strike.

Unlike Suzaku's previous contenders, he wasn't planning on giving Suzaku even the slightest chance to do anything or react.

He would end this in one movement!

"...?"

But just as he was within striking distance, his brain already sending signals to release the explosion that'd decide the match upon Suzaku, something interrupted his vision. It was so sudden and fast that his brain struggled to process it.

Then he realized—

It was fist.

"Huh—?!"

—BANG!—

The next second, Bakugo was smashed to the ground with a thunderous impact. Dust scattered across the field as the sound of the blow echoed throughout the stadium.

Lying sprawled on the ground, Bakugo's rolled-out eyes expressed his lack of consciousness, the imprint of Suzaku's fist clearly visible on his right cheek, slightly red and swollen.

Meanwhile, Suzaku stood calmly beside him, his fist still slightly raised, not a single trace of tension on his face.

"Tone down your yells," Suzaku said, scratching his ear with an annoyed tone.

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-To be Continued…-

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(A/N: Bakugo got sent to sleep with just one punch. Will he be able to recover from that? Probably. Will he able to recover from the humiliation? Probably not.)

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