In His Eyes

You Fucker

Present Mic, crying as he stands before his fallen student, "It didn't have to be this way!"

Kirishima was frozen on the ground. "I'm sorry bro.." he whispered before pushing the button.

A loud explosion sounded from behind Present Mic, and the last thing he saw was Midoriya Izuku flying towards him, Nerf 'N Strike Mega Mega Mastodon in hand, screaming at the top of his lungs, "IT'S NERF OR NOTHING"

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Aizawa was highly disappointed in his fellow teachers.

"So, let me get this straight, you had to dress up as cats and do the macarena for an hour, causing you to forsake your teaching duty, because you guys lost a Nerf War to amateurs?"

Six grown adults and one mouse nodded their heads in shame.

"How? However ridiculous the situation, you guys should have the skill and reflexes to beat them, consider your pride to be non-existent."

"But they had Izuku-"

"I don't want to hear it!"

Suddenly, the door burst open to reveal Izuku with a knowing smile.

"How about a game, Eraserhead?"

Aizawa looked at Nedzu before staring Izuku down, "Your on."

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The entire school sat around the gymnasium, eagerly awaiting the battle at hand. It was Izuku versus Aizawa, the winner would get the joy in watching their opponent either in shame with cat ears and tail in plain view. A special quirk holder had been called in who could turn a person into a Neko, the drawback was that it wasn't reversible. The stakes were high, and neither could afford to lose.

Izuku smiled, "Are you ready Eraserhead?"

"What's the game."

Both contestants turned to Midnight, who had been standing on a podium next to a giant wheel.

"If Midnight would be so kind as to spin the wheel, we shall soon find out!"

Everybody stared in anticipation as Midnight spun the wheel with all her might.

TickTickTickTickTickTickTickTick...

Tick...

Tick...

Tick.

Present Mic screamed into the mic, "The game of fate is....

POKER!"

Aizawa grinned, he could do this.

Izuku remained blank, giving no clue as to what he was thinking.

The crowd was wild.

The two sat down on opposite ends of a table, Midnight laid out the game. "I assume you two know the rules?"

Aizawa nodded, and was shocked when Izuku nodded his head as well.

"Then the game begins!"

*cue parlor music*

There was no need for betting chips, but they were there for fun. Izuku was the first to beg with 10 out of 45 chips.

Aizawa matched his bet with 10 of his own.

The game went back and forth, a couple swear words from each side, but other wise silent.