The Emerald Prince

Chapter 59: Kidnappers

The chapter illustration was drawn with close reference to the original manga versions so credit to Horikoshi for the style.
Yes, I did forget Mina's horns. I apologise.

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"Sero! Just like that!" Squealed Ashido, and the teen grinned evilly.

Izuku tried to remember how to breathe. He was curled on the floor almost choking he was laughing so hard. They were buying Ashido a futon, which happened to be in the same aisle as sleeping bags... which led to this situation.

Kirishima had spotted the lemon yellow sleeping bag, and it was Ashido who'd produced eye shadow from somewhere, and between the two, Sero had been transformed into a terrifying Aizawa impersonator, and the sight had him and Kaminari wheezing on the floor, and Kirishima not far behind.

Sero grinned wider, "It was a logical ruse!"

"I... fuck! Breathing, bro stop doing that grin, my- hah lungs can't take it!" Wheezed Kaminari, actually crying. "Izuku, save us!"
"I.." managed Izuku, through a mixing of giggling bouts and shakey breaths, "can't..."
Ashido giggled, clicking another photo of her great masterpiece, whilst Kirishima leant against a stack of tents, legs unable to support his weight.

"I live off of coffee and the tears of UA students." Deadpanned Sero, eyes shining with mirth.

"No..." whimpered Kaminari, still gasping for breath.

Izuku crawled forward, still fighting to contain his snickers, before grabbing hold of the sleeping bag with his hands and forcefully pulling it downward so the farce could end. Sero released it in surprise and it fell to the floor around his ankles... only the baggy pants the teen had worn to look cool... came with.

And all hell broke loose.

Kaminari who had been in the process of getting up, gave a satanic screech and fell into several boxes of futons. Ashido collapsed into a loud fit of laughter and Kirishima tripped over air and knocked over the stacks of flat pack tents. Boxes cascaded in all directions whilst Sero stared at Izuku in shock. The action had left Izuku kneeling in front of him, head perfectly aligned with his red boxer briefs.
Izuku met his gaze, and smirked slightly, "anything else you'd like me to do while I'm down here?"

And thus all the Bakusquad became no more.

Needless to say, all five of them were thrown out the shopping centre for indecent exposure, disruptive behaviour and property damage. They were escorted out by four security guards, through the entire shopping centre to the exit, though by some miracle none of their classmates witnessed their walk of shame, or more stride of pride really.

"Well," said Kirishima, gazing back at the security guards watching them sternly from the other side of the sliding doors. "At least that was our last stop?"
Ashido chuckled, leaning against the wall basking in the afternoon sunshine beside a dazed Sero, "I'll just borrow my sister's futon, that was so worth it!"

Glancing warily at Sero who still hadn't spoken a word, Izuku said, "Well what do we do now?"
Kaminari grinned, giving his raven haired friend a pat on the back, "I think we take stealing you to a whole new level."
"Hanta... you okay dude?" Asked Kirishima softly.
"Toilet." Muttered Sero and disappeared into the neighbouring clothing shop.
The remaining three members of the Bakusquad turned to Izuku inquisitively, and he gave then a smug smile that told them everything and nothing all at once.

"So, stealing me?" Izuku prompted and Kaminari grinned.
"Already got a ransom message composed!" He joked and waved his phone.
Ashido smiled brightly, "the rest of the class'll be fine, so we'll go on our own adventure!"
"What do you think?" Asked Kirishima eyeing the greenette hopefully.