Death Rabbit

Winning

Tossing his bag over his shoulder, Midoriya made his way out of school. Bakugo was determined to catch Midoriya in the act of his vigilante persona. All he needed was proof that this was actually happening. During all of this, the other bullies were just as eager to know so they tagged along.

They all followed after Midoirya from a distance, trying to act as if they were casually hanging out. None of them had exactly "recovered" from the whole wedding dress incident. To see Midoriya take down a villain flawlessly in a large dress, heals, and crown was an experience. It made it even crazier as Midoirya had acknowledged their existence. Honestly, it was kind of exciting to not have to completely worry about being caught.

Some random guy approached Midoriya with a smug look on his face. Midoriya didn't even glance in the guy's direction even as the taller male slung one of his arms around Midoriya's shoulder.

"What do you want? If you forgot already I don't like you," spat Midoriya bluntly.

The guy raised his head towards the sky. "Come on! I just wanted to see you all nice and pretty."

With one strong punch, Midoriya sent the guy flying into the nearest alleyway. Midoriya cleared his throat and flicked a piece of hair from his face as he continued walking.

Watase, the long-fingered douchebag, almost let out a laugh at the two's exchange. None of the others could lie about how entertaining that small moment was for them.

Arriving at a random location, Midoriya stopped where he was and began waiting. The bullies once again placed themselves on a bench and waited with Midoirya. After what felt like three minutes, a flash of black caught their eye. Midoriya smiled, putting away his phone. The pro hero looked down at Midoriya and concentrated for a moment.

"Problem child, ready to go?"

Midoriya raised a brow, confused. "What are you talking about? I was planning on going home?"

"Nope, let's go. After that little incident, if you're planning on continuing your risky hobby, you need more training," pronounced Aizawa in a tired, monotone voice.

"Are you saying that I'm weak? I'll let you know that I happen to have survived this long and evade your attacks! I'd say I'm trained enough," gasped Midoriya, hand dramatically slapping against his chest.

"You were shot, Midoirya. It doesn't matter how much you've proven yourself. I'm not letting you die so you're doing more training," argued Aizawa, his tone slightly strained.

Midoriya backed off, knowing this was not the time to be joking. Offering a smile, Midoriya looked up at Aizawa and grinned. "Alright. Teach me all your secrets so I can be even better than you," remarked Midoirya smugly all while shrugging, walking away from Aizawa.

Aizawa sighed, shaking his head as he followed after Midoirya, hands in his pockets. The group had to leave once the area got more secluded. Bakugo would have rather died than been caught watching and following Midoriya.

The next morning when the four saw Midoriya, Midoriya seemed perfectly untouched and didn't show any signs of being sore. They were dying to ask or find out about what they heard. They swore they heard that Midoriya was shot, but he took it lightly so they believed they must've misheard the conversation.

They wouldn't see Midoriya at night for over another week until they got lucky on their fifth night out. Midoriya was seen alone for once, seemingly heading towards a specific location. Dropping down from the roof, Midoriya disappeared.

The group rushed over, staying farther back than usual. It was relatively dark so it wouldn't be too easy for Midoriya to spot them. It wasn't impossible, but it was difficult. When they got closer, they spotted Midoriya talking to a taller person.