Diamonds in the Rough *INDEFINITE HIATUS*

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A.N~ SHIT. guys i'm so sorry about the late chapter i totally forgot i had an update yesterday my bad

"I AM NOT WEARING THIS IN PUBLIC!!" Izuku howled, straining against a grinning Tando dragging him out of the locker room "I REFUSE TO BE SEEN IN THIS!! I'D RATHER DO PAPERWORK ALL WEEK LONG!!" he grabbed onto the doorway and managed to hook a leg around it as well to keep Tando from pulling him further into the training room, ears burning at the hysterical laughter from the interns and sidekicks also in the room.

"You gotta do it kid!" Tando wheezed, straining to pry the stubborn child off the door way "It's tradition!"

"I DON'T CARE!!" He shrieked "I'M NOT DOING IT!!" she pinched his arm and he yelped, grip slipping on the doorway and she finally managed to yank him off where he landed on his butt on the floor, pouting, red-faced and close to tears as the others in the training room laughed themselves silly at his apparel

He had been stuffed into a bunny girl suit, complete with a black and white tail and a pair of large black ears nestled crookedly in his curls. He'd managed to keep his black leggings on but he still felt horribly exposed

"How do you expect me to fight in this??!" he yelled, trying to tug the top part higher over his freckled chest "It's not happening!!"

"Oh good, you're dressed" Mirko nodded as she walked in, completely unfazed and looking like she was trying not to laugh. Midoriya shot to his bare feet

"Ma'am, I am not going out in this!!" he cried. Mirko stared him down with glaring red eyes

"Well you can't go out without a costume and you don't have one of your own so if this is the only one available you gotta wear it" She sneered, showing absolutely no mercy to her poor first-year intern

"...Where's the paperwork desks?" Izuku replied, turning heel to walk back into locker room

"You're giving up just like that?" Mirko mocked and the boy whipped around furiously

"I came here to learn how to be a hero" he hissed, gesturing to his outfit "Not how to be a stripper, I learned that long ago. I can hardly move in this!"

"Wait what?" a sidekick blurted

"I can't fight in this" the teen continued "And I've done full routines in leotards. This will not work with me and with my gadgets I'll look even more ridiculous!"

"The costume is non-negotiable" Mirko told him, stancing herself and crossing her arms "Either you wear it, or you go out buck naked." several people whooped and laughed as Izuku crossed his arms, equally stubborn

"Not wearing it." He told her calmly "Guess you'll have to deal with that publicity scandal won't you?" her grin slipped as she realized he made a good point

"Just wear it kid!" one of the interns yelled "She will make you go out in nothing!" Izuku turned his glare to the man

"My friend once put a whole bottle of hot sauce and salt in my morning coffee and not only did I burn my mouth and throat chugging it down without breaking eye contact the entire time, I also smashed the cup on my head I will do just about anything out of spite do not test me." he snarled, turning back to the mildly impressed hero still in front of him "If you can find me literally anything else I can fight in I'll wear it, but not this."

"...You still have to wear the ears and tail with it."

"Done."

"Deal." The two shook hands, both satisfied "Kanga! Get the kid something he won't bitch about!!"