Sussy Baka in MHA

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With the fight entering its climax, Midoriya was the first one to attack.

He dashed toward Suzaku, closing the distance swiftly before raising his arm to unleash another finger-flick shockwave.

"Smash!!!"

-Booom!-

The shout accompanied a burst of air that roared like a cannon, hurtling toward Suzaku.

"...!"

Suzaku reacted immediately, throwing himself to the ground and rolling out of the attack's range. The shockwave obliterated the arena floor behind him, leaving Suzaku to glance back at the destruction with a wry smile.

"Seriously, this level of firepower just by flicking fingers… It's a bit absurd."

Without wasting a moment, Suzaku stood and sprinted toward Midoriya. The green-haired boy's eyes widened as Suzaku closed the gap at alarming speed, seemingly twice as fast as before.

'This is bad, I can't let him get close!'

Panicked, Midoriya raised his hand to aim another shockwave but faltered as Suzaku's unpredictable movement patterns made it nearly impossible to target him. 

'I—I Can't aim at him like this…!'

Desperate for avoiding engaging in close combat with Suzaku again, Midoriya pointed his hand downward and released his attack.

-Booom!-

"Tsk!" Suzaku skidded to a halt, shielding his face as the shockwave blasted the ground. The force sent both contestants flying—Suzaku slid back across the arena while Midoriya was launched into the air.

"Kgh!" After that, Midoriya landed with a pained grunt, his legs buckling under the impact. 

Sadly, before he could even try to catch his breath, Suzaku was already upon him, launching a fearsome kick that sliced through the air.

'This is bad!'

Upon seeing the incoming attack that would most certainly be a devastating one if connected, Midoriya reacted on instinct and channeled One for All through his arm.

Then, with an almost gentle wave as if to parry the kick, but never touching it, an equally gentle but powerful gust of wind was generated and redirected Suzaku's attack midair.

"...!" Suzaku's eyes widened in surprise upon seeing that.

'I did it!' Midoriya's lips curled into a frantic, nervous smile as he raised his other hand, ready to unleash a decisive finger-flick at Suzaku that would certainly send him out of bounds once it connected. 'Sma—!'

But before he could act, Suzaku twisted midair, using the very wind that had destabilized him to rotate and launch a second kick with his other leg.

-Smack!-

"Argh—!"

-Booom!-

The kick connected with Midoriya's raised hand, jerking it upward and causing his finger-flick to misfire harmlessly into the sky.

Midoriya winced as pain shot through his hand, another finger broken from the strain of his Quirk, and on top of that, his hand had received a direct kick from Suzaku. 

However, knowing he could waste no time, he stumbled back while clutching his pained hand, trying to put distance between himself and the redhead.

But Suzaku was relentless. After kicking his opponent's hand in an almost impossible mid-air maneuver and landing gracefully, he dashed forward again, leaving Midoriya no time to recover.

'He's too fast!' Midoriya's thoughts raced as he pointed another finger-flick in Suzaku's direction, hoping to slow him down.

However, Suzaku dodged effortlessly, shifting directions with ease to avoid the shockwave.

'He dodged again!' Midoriya's frustration mounted as he glanced at his purple, swollen hand. 'That's four fingers down… At this rate, I'll be defenseless—or I'll have to risk using my entire arm!'

Midoriya wasn't a fan of turning his fingers into what resembled purple, flaccid sausages, but with Suzaku closing in once more, he had no choice. If he wanted even a moment to come up with a proper plan, he needed to create some distance between himself and Suzaku.

So, he raised his hand for another attack.

-Booom!-

And just like before, Suzaku leaped aside again, evading the devastating shockwave with agility that seemed almost superhuman.

"Kgh—!"

Midoriya gritted his teeth as another finger broke, the pain nearly unbearable. Yet the temporary reprieve allowed him to think.

'—He is simply too fast, faster than I can react, so landing a hit is out of the question. My only chance is to force Suzuki-kun out of bounds. But how...?'

Scanning the arena, Midoriya's eyes darted from Suzaku's movements to the boundaries of the ring. Calculations began forming in his mind, but his planning was cut short as Suzaku surged forward once more.

'Stay back—!' Midoriya screamed internally as he prepared yet another finger-flick.

But just as he was about to fire, Suzaku veered off course, forcing Midoriya to adjust his aim. That slight hesitation was all Suzaku needed.

In the blink of an eye, Suzaku closed the gap, appearing right in front of the retreating Midoriya.

Desperation took over, and seeing no other way to get the red-head away from him, Midoriya unleashed his attack, forgetting completely about the consequences that landing such a powerful attack point-blank could have.

-Booom!-

-Swoosh!-

"Huh?"

To Midoriya's shock, however, by the time he came back to his senses and realized what he had done, Suzaku had disappeared from the path of his fingerflick.

'Where did he—?'

The shockwave of his own attack still echoed in Midoriya's ears when his eyes caught a fleeting shadow above him.

Suzaku had leaped over it.

'No!'

Panic surged through him as he tried to turn and ready himself for the inevitable counter, but Suzaku was simply too fast.

"Clench your teeth."

That was all the warning he got before Suzaku's fist connected with his face.

-Bang!!!-

The impact rang in his head like a deafening gong. Pain exploded across his skull as his senses spun into chaos. Blood and saliva flew from his mouth as his vision blurred.

For a fleeting moment, he felt weightless.

'I'm… flying?'

Indeed, he was airborne, but not for long.

-Thud!-

His body slammed into the concrete, the unforgiving ground sending waves of agony rippling through him. Dizzy and disoriented, Midoriya lay sprawled on the floor, his head ringing and his vision swimming.

He struggled to piece together what had just happened.

'I was fighting… Suzuki-kun punched me… Is that why I'm on the floor?'

["Midoriya's down!!! Could this be the end of the fight?! That was one nasty punch to the face!"]

Present Mic's voice broke through the haze, muffled but urgent, dragging Midoriya's focus back to the present.

'That's right… I have to get up.'

His gaze shifted to the distant crowd, searching for a familiar face, but due to his blurry vision and the distance, he was not able to find it.

Still, he could feel his gaze… Among the teachers watching from their seats, All Might was most likely there—watching.

'I can't afford to disappoint him. Not like this.'

Those words became his mantra, sparking a jolt of energy in his battered body. His muscles trembled as he willed himself to move.

'I—I can't lose like this!'

Teeth gritted to the point of cracking and eyes wide with determination, Midoriya pushed himself up, first to one knee. His breathing was labored, each inhale scraping like sandpaper in his throat, but he refused to give in.

Meanwhile, Suzaku approached with measured, unhurried steps. The calmness of his stride was almost taunting, as if he already knew the outcome.

The sound of Suzaku's footsteps echoed across the arena floor, growing louder with each step toward Midoriya.

'I'm running out of time.'

Despite the unbearable pain coursing through his body, Midoriya's mind remained quick. He forced himself to think, to analyze, to strategize. His eyes scanned the arena, taking in every detail he could while he still had time.

Then he saw it.

'The edge of the arena…'

His breath caught. He was perilously close to the boundary.

'This is it.'

There would be no second chances. This spot would decide everything—whether he triumphed or fell. Running away was no longer an option. His body was at its limit, and even if it weren't, there was nowhere to go.

But that was fine. This was exactly where he needed to be.

His gaze sharpened as his mind raced, sifting through every memory of Suzaku's movements, every clue to predict his next action.

Seconds stretched into eternity as a plan began to take shape

'I've got one shot… and it's all or nothing.'

Midoriya's determination solidified, his resolve as tough as stale bread left out for days—unbreakable.

As Suzaku finally arrived in front of Midoriya, both locked eyes.

Midoriya knelt on one knee, his face battered and his breaths shallow. Dizziness clouded his vision, but his resolve burned brighter than ever. Suzaku, on the other hand, looked almost untouched, his breathing steady and his movements sharp. At first glance, the victor seemed obvious.

But Suzaku knew better.

Midoriya might have looked like he was on the verge of unconsciousness, but Suzaku could tell the moment their eyes met—Midoriya still had something up his sleeve.

Still, Suzaku wasn't a mind reader. Deciding not to dwell on it, he shrugged off the feeling and dashed forward, ready to land the decisive blow—a kick strong enough to knock Midoriya out or send him out of bounds.

Or both—both worked.

However, the moment Suzaku sprang into action, Midoriya moved as well.

'Now!'

As Suzaku lunged, Midoriya's arm surged with One for All. He swung it forward, releasing a blast of air.

-Swoosh!-

The shockwave threw Suzaku off balance.

But, just as before, Suzaku adjusted mid-motion and launched another kick, his agility unwavering.

However, that was all within Midoriya's plans.

-Boom!-

Before Suzaku's kick could connect, Midoriya's tired legs began glowing faintly with One for All's energy. With a burst of power, he shot into the air, narrowly evading the attack.

Suzaku's sharp eyes followed him immediately. As he tracked Midoriya's ascent, his gaze narrowed upon seeing the green-haired boy preparing a punch mid-air.

"Uh… That's not good."

Meanwhile, in the sky, Midoriya gritted his teeth, ignoring the screaming pain in his body as he reached the peak of his leap. He clenched his fist tightly, memories of the practical exam flashing through his mind—the giant robot, the desperate punch he had prepared to break his fall at the last second, and Uraraka saving him with her Quirk before he could attempt it.

'I didn't get to find out if it would've worked back then… But now, I don't have a choice.'

He calculated everything: the trajectory, the impact, the sheer force needed. If his punch created a shockwave powerful enough, it could clear the arena and push Suzaku out of bounds, all while breaking his fall and stopping him from becoming Izuku Splatdoriya.

'No time for doubts.'

Steeling his resolve, Midoriya took a deep breath and braced himself. With a shout that echoed across the stadium, his fist shot downward, aiming for the arena.

"Smaaaaaaaash!!!"

-BOOOOM!!-

The impact that came after was catastrophic. The arena shattered under the force of the punch, debris flying in all directions as a deafening shockwave tore through the battlefield. Dust and smoke enveloped the scene, and the ground trembled violently under the sheer force of the attack.

The audience gasped in awe and shock, the sheer power of the move leaving everyone on edge.

Midoriya hovered for a moment, the force of his punch halting his descent just enough to avoid a fatal crash. Relief flickered across his face as he remained suspended in the air for a fleeting second.

"I did it!"

But then he felt it.

A tug on his collar.

"What?!"

Midoriya's eyes widened in disbelief as Suzaku emerged from the dissipating dust cloud, gripping his shirt tightly.

"I'm not going anywhere, bud," Suzaku said, his voice calm but unyielding.

Midoriya was still five to seven meters above the ground. How had Suzaku reached him?!

And more importantly, how had he withstood the shockwave?!

Midoriya's mind raced for answers, but his battered body couldn't keep up. With his legs, arm, and fingers all out of commission, he had no way to resist.

Suzaku's smirk widened as his grip tightened.

"Let's wrap this up, shall we?"

With fluid precision, Suzaku spun mid-air, using Midoriya's momentum as leverage. Like a javelin, he hurled the green-haired boy straight toward the ground.

-Bam!-

"Ack—!"

Midoriya slammed into the shattered arena with a painful thud, his back arching on impact.

-Thud!-

After that, Suzaku landed a few steps away with practiced ease. Without missing a beat, he grabbed Midoriya's legs, spinning him again and again. The crowd watched in stunned silence, the ruthless motion almost surreal.

"Heave-ho," and with a final twirl, Suzaku let Midoriya go.

The green-haired boy flew through the air, landing unceremoniously on the grass outside the arena not long after.

-Thud!-

As he lay motionless on the grass, his battered body finally succumbing to exhaustion, Midoriya's vision blurred, but through the haze, he caught a glimpse of Suzaku standing tall.

A faint, bittersweet smile crossed Midoriya's lips. "So I lost, huh?" he whispered.

His thoughts drifted to All Might as his eyelids grew heavy.

He had been beaten beyond recognition in this fight, and even during his final struggle, he had failed to overcome Suzaku.

Would his hero be disappointed?

He didn't know, and his mind wouldn't figure it out either.

He was simply too tired.

"I'm sorry… All Might…"

With those final words, Midoriya's eyes began closing, and soon, he slipped into unconsciousness.

Back in the arena, Suzaku wiped the sweat from his brow, finally letting out a deep breath. A single droplet of blood rolled down his cheek, but he paid it no mind.

"Light work," he muttered, a tired grin spreading across his face.

"Ahem" Midnight suddenly emerged from the rubble, snapping her whip with a dramatic flourish.

"Midoriya is out of bounds! The winner is Suzaku Suzuki!"

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-To be Continued…-

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(A/N: Protagonist vs Protagonist… Guess who won?—the protagonist, HAHAHA!

What a funny guy I am.

Next in Sussy Baka In Mha - Todoroki one-shotting Yaoyorozu, and the semi-finals finally starting!

Look forward to it)

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