My Hero Academia: Hell is a Mess

Sibling Competition

Prompt: Hizashi and Izuku go to an ice cream parlor to prove that they are the best pair of siblings around!
So, this was supposed to be short with multiple other fluff scenes...that didn't happen!

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I know at Hizashi's door, "Sir! I'm your slave for the day!"

I have to jump back to avoid a face full of door as it slams open to reveal the man of the hour.

"You are?! Oh, this is perfect! Come in!"

I don't really have a choice as I am dragged straight to the bathroom. I don't know how, though I swear Hizashi has magical hair powers, but my hair goes from green to blonde within a minute.

"PERFECT! We will win this without a problem!" Hizashi exclaims as he ruffles my new hair. However, I don't like being in the dark.

"What the fuck are we doing that requires me to be a blonde?"

"Oh, I didn't tell you?! My bad! You know that ice cream parlor that I always take you to behind Sho's back?" This is going to be good if there is food involved, especially ice cream.

"Yeah? What about it?"

"Their hosting a sibling day! The best group of siblings gets free ice cream for the year!"

"Bitch, let's go!" I scream as I grab Hizashi and practically carry him all the way there."

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"Blonde is really not my color, fam."

"You look fine, Izu! We're here!"

We enter the parlor to see so many siblings, but they went the extra mile and most dressed similar and acting memorable! We're not going to win!-

Wait, how does this work? Is it based on looks or a show or a game? HIZASHI HASN'T TOLD ME THE DETAILS OF THIS!

Suddenly, I feel the back of my collar get grabbed gently, pulling me back towards HIzashi. I look up at him with a questioning look until I see him nod forward. I turn to the direction he is nodding towards. Oh, that's a lot of people. Makes sense now!

"Yamada, Izuku! Glad to see that you two could make it- oh, that's adorable! You forced Izuku to dye his hair!" A girl that usually serves us says excitably as she approaches us. However, that statement made me questioning something.

"Hold up, is this a wig or did you actually dye my hair?"

Hizashi looks away with a nervous chuckle, "Dyed?"

"...how in the hell did yo udye my hair and make it look decent in five minutes?!"

"I don't know!"

The girl laughs at our show, "You two are as hyper as ever," she leans in and whispers, "I don't think you two will have a problem winning the competition," she straightens up, "Come on!"

"Hizashi, you didn't tell me this was a competition!"

"Izuku, you have faced villains. This should be nothing." Well, he ain't wrong.

The girl leads us to a booth, "Make sure to sit on the same side. We're starting to overcrowd."

Oof. Hizashi signals for me to go in first so that I have the wall seat. I take it without hesitation. Casually, I pull a bleach wipe out of my pocket and start wiping down said wall.

Hizashi snorts as he sits beside me, "We winning?"

"Of fucking course we're winning! I want some free ice cream that nobody can stop from me!"