Sussy Baka in MHA

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["Go!"]

Present Mic's booming voice rang out, the sound reverberating across the concrete arena like the bell of a boxing ring. 

The moment the match began, both contestants started walking toward each other with deliberate slowness, their gazes locked. Each step seemed calculated as if they were trying to decipher the other's intentions.

Midoriya's eyes narrowed as he assessed his opponent, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead once nervousness began sipping in.

'I have to be careful. Even to this point in the festival, Suzuki-kun hasn't revealed his Quirk at all. It's highly likely he's saving it as a last resort... Maybe because of how dangerous it is, or maybe it's a stamina-taxing ability. Either way, the fact that he didn't use it even when Todoroki-kun, Kacchan, and I attacked him simultaneously during the last event's final minute means it's something significant.'

Midoriya's mind raced, trying to piece together what little information he had collected from his encounters with the red-haired teenager.

'During his fight with Aizawa-sensei, he manipulated his glasses to lengthen their reach and hit Sensei with them. And with Shinso, he altered their color… Could it be that his Quirk has something to do with generating or manipulating glass? If so, why hasn't he used it more? During all fights until now, he has been fighting purely with his body—and occasionally, a staff.'

Midoriya's gaze briefly scanned Suzaku's muscular frame beneath the loose folds of his gym uniform. Memories of Suzaku's match against Aizawa came to mind. Aizawa, or rather Eraser Head—a Pro Hero and an expert in hand-to-hand combat—had been utterly dominated by Suzaku in the field.

A bead of sweat trickled down Midoriya's temple as he gulped.

'Getting into close combat with him it's also something I should be wary about. The moment he catches me in his rhythm like he did with Aizawa-sensei, it will be difficult for me to escape.'

His fists clenched at his sides as Suzaku steadily continued approaching.

'If that's the case, my best chance is to attack from a distance using One For All. But can I control the power? What if I go too far—'

"You're thinking too much," Suzaku interrupted.

Midoriya's heart skipped a beat.

By the time he processed the words, Suzaku had already breached the distance between them, his fist flying toward Midoriya's face with blinding speed.

-Bam!!-

The punch landed cleanly, snapping Midoriya's head to the side and sending blood and saliva flying. His vision blurred as he stumbled back, struggling to regain his footing.

But Suzaku didn't let up.

-Thud!-

 A heavy punch slammed into Midoriya's stomach, nearly folding him in half. His arms instinctively wrapped around his abdomen as pain shot through him like lightning.

"Kgh!"

Midoriya staggered but managed to force himself upright, raising his arms to block as Suzaku closed in again.

This time, when the red-haired boy's fist came flying, Midoriya countered, swinging his own punch toward Suzaku's face.

Unfortunately, the blow barely grazed Suzaku's cheek as he tilted his head lazily to dodge the blow.

'Wha—?'

-Blam!-

"Uhp—!"

Before Midoriya could follow through, a sharp kick struck his chest, sending him tumbling across the arena floor. He rolled several meters before skidding to a stop, gasping for air.

'I can't react at all to his attacks! I must make my distance now or else—'

However, Suzaku wasn't quite done yet.

Midoriya barely had time to scramble to his feet before Suzaku was on him again, throwing another barrage of punches and kicks.

-Thwack!-

-Bam!-

-Smack!-

Blow after blow rained down on Midoriya. He blocked what he could, but Suzaku's attacks were relentless, unpredictable, and merciless. Blood and sweat splattered onto the concrete with each strike, the sound echoing in the silent awe of the spectators.

Amidst the brutal beatdown, Midoriya gritted his teeth, his sharp and logical mind racing to find a solution.

'There has to be a pattern. Everyone has a pattern, just like Kacchan. If I can find it, I can counter—'

-Bam!-

'Argh—! Damn it!'

Suzaku, on the other hand…

'Random bullshit, go!'

His thoughts were much less calculated:

The red-haired boy fought with chaotic precision, a style drilled into his mind by Tatsuo and that also happened to counter thinkers like Midoriya, as he didn't rely on a rigid strategy nor had any pattern in his fighting that the green-haired teenager could take advantage of. 

He let the fight guide him, flowing unpredictably and keeping his opponent guessing.

And Midoriya was starting to realize just how at a disadvantage he was.

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|All Might's POV:|

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"Ouch."

I winced as I watched young Midoriya take another punch to the face.

This fight was going far worse than I had anticipated.

However, in hindsight, I should've seen this coming. Young Suzaku was not just any student—he was Tatsuo-san's disciple.

Though I only met the man a few times during my long career as a hero, I've always been aware of the kind of person he was, his history, and the impact he had on shaping the heroes of today.

Gran Torino every once in a while shared stories about Tatsuo-san's early years as a vigilante—a man with a brutal reputation for subduing villains. He was relentless, known for beating down his opponents until not a single tooth was left in their mouths, whether he was aiming for their teeth or not.

But that was just the surface of his reputation. Tatsuo-san wasn't merely a brutal fighter; he was a pivotal figure. His efforts laid the foundation for the martial arts techniques that pro heroes depend on nowadays.

Back then, he didn't take on any official disciples, but he still taught the fundamentals to any hero who needed guidance. Many went on to develop their own styles from what he shared.

And now, his first true disciple stands in the ring, facing young Midoriya.

For young Suzaku to have trained under someone like that, and actually have been acknowledged as his disciple… I should have realized his combat skill would be on a whole other level.

During the mock test between the hero and villain teams, Suzaku showcased incredible talent—natural fighting instincts honed to perfection, even though he was not completely aware of it. 

His skill alone compensated for whatever limitations his Quirk might have had.

Young Midoriya, on the other hand…

He's only had a year to prepare his body for One for All—a monumental task in itself. And while his progress has been impressive, I never trained him to fight properly.

Watching this, I can't help but see that glaring gap.

But even if I had tried to teach him, would it have made a difference?

Young Suzaku's sheer skill was… overwhelming.

Young Midoriya had proven his analytical abilities before. During his match against young Bakugo, he was able to predict his movements, even if only briefly.

But now, whatever advantage he'd had in that fight seemed utterly ineffective for whatever reason.

He was being completely dominated, and although it pained me to say this as his teacher, no amount of thinking or luck would bridge the gap in skill at this moment.

If this kept up, there were only two outcomes for young Midoriya: getting knocked unconscious or getting knocked out of bounds.

The only chance Young Midoriya had of turning the tables of this fight… was to unleash One for All.

But that was where the real problem lay.

Young Midoriya hadn't yet had enough time to train with One for All—to truly understand it, to control it. He had merely become a worthy vessel of it with the training he underwent.

If he used it recklessly, he could seriously injure himself—or worse, his opponent.

["Oof, and Suzuki lands another heavy hit! Midoriya looks like he can barely stand! Will he be able to withstand this fierce beatdown?"]

My fist tightened as young Midoriya's shaky figure staggered across the arena after receiving yet another blow.

'Come on, young Midoriya… You can do this. Go beyond—Go Plus Ultra!'

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|Back to the arena…|

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The battle continued, as did the relentless beating.

By now, Midoriya's face was a mosaic of bruises, and the damage beneath his gym uniform was likely far worse. 

Despite his desperate attempts to fight back, he was entirely outmatched. It felt as though no matter what he did, Suzaku always anticipated his moves, countering with strikes that hit every weak spot.

What made it worse was the sheer unpredictability of Suzaku's attacks. There were no discernible patterns—just chaos. 

One moment, it was a precise kick; the next, a wild punch, an eye poke, or even a brutal headbutt. It was as if Suzaku was improvising on the spot, and somehow, it was working flawlessly.

"Ack—!" Midoriya grunted as another punch slammed into his ribs, forcing him to stumble back, desperate to create some distance.

Then, amidst the blurring pain, he saw Suzaku's leg arc through the air, aiming for his head. 

'I need to block that!'

Panicked, Midoriya raised both arms to block.

-Blam!-

-Crack!-

"Urgh!" The moment the kick connected, pain shot through Midoriya's arms. His eyes widened as he gritted his teeth to endure the sharp, jarring sensation.

But Suzaku wasn't done. 

As Midoriya reeled from the impact, the leg recoiled for an instant—then slipped through his weakened guard like a serpent.

'Wha—?'

-BAM!!!-

The kick snapped upward, striking his chin like a thunderous uppercut. The force lifted him off the ground momentarily before he collapsed to the floor.

["Oh, Midoriya is down! Will this be the end of this short battle?!"]

Midnight leaned forward, watching closely from the sidelines. Midoriya lay motionless, and for a moment, it seemed the match might be over.

Suzaku stood over him, his expression calm but curious as if waiting to see what Midoriya would do next.

"Ugh…I won't—lose like this…!"

Then, against all odds, Midoriya began to move. Trembling, battered, and in obvious agony, he pushed himself to his feet.

The crowd erupted into cheers as he stood once more, a testament to his unyielding resolve.

Midnight exhaled in relief as the fight continued. But Suzaku, showing no interest in granting a moment of respite to his opponent, immediately resumed his relentless assault.

-Bang!-

"Uck—!"

-Crack!-

"Argh—!"

Just like before, Suzaku's punches and kicks landed one after another, each strike driving Midoriya closer to defeat. The green-haired boy attempted flimsy counters when he could, but they rarely found their mark. Even when they did, Suzaku brushed them off with ease.

'I can't—' Midoriya struggled to keep up, his vision blurring as Suzaku's movements seemed faster and more erratic with each passing second.

-Blam!-

"Oof—!"

Then, with a powerful kick, Suzaku sent Midoriya sprawling across the floor. When Midoriya stopped rolling, he realized with horror how close he was to the edge of the arena. One more push, and he would lose by ring-out.

'There's no other way… If I don't use it now, I'll lose!'

Desperation gripped him. He had only one choice left. If he didn't use One for All, the match was over.

As Suzaku lunged again, Midoriya gathered what little strength he had and aimed a finger flick.

'Control it, control it, CONTROL IT!!!' he screamed inwardly, every ounce of his focus honed on the attack.

"Smash!"

The instant he shouted, Suzaku reacted instinctively, crossing his arms to brace himself.

"Uck—!"

-BOOOM!-

A powerful shockwave exploded outward, sending Suzaku skidding backward. Despite the force, he managed to stay on his feet, though his forearms took the brunt of the blow.

"Huuh~ That was close," Suzaku muttered, glancing back to see that he had stopped just short of the boundary.

Both contestants now stood at opposite ends of the arena, the battlefield reset.

"So, you're finally using your Quirk, huh?" Suzaku remarked, smirking as he patted his forearms.

Even without a direct hit, the sheer power of the attack had been enough to send him flying. Truly absurd, Suzaku thought, but then again, it was fitting for the protagonist.

Midoriya glanced at his broken finger, swallowing his nerves as he steeled his resolve. His battered face shone with determination.

"Suzuki-kun, I'll be going all out now!"

"Is that so? Then, me too."

"Eh?" Midoriya's face froze.

"What?" Suzaku tilted his head, looking at Midoriya weirdly. "You didn't think I was just hitting random spots for no reason, did you? If I'd wanted to knock you out, I would've aimed for your head and ended this a while ago."

"I-Is that so?" Midoriya stammered, the realization sinking in that he'd been close to losing the entire fight without even knowing it… Or well, closer than he thought he was.

"Well, don't sweat the details," Suzaku said with a casual wave. "Just do your best to show off to get a nice internship!"

Midoriya blinked, dumbfounded. In Suzaku's eyes, it seemed, all he could do now was impress the watching pro heroes—not win.

Still, Midoriya swallowed his frustration and nodded. There was no point arguing now.

"Here I go, Suzuki-kun!"

"Don't narrate what you do, dude. Just come."

"R-Right..."

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-To be Continued…-

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(A/N: The first part of the fight is done! Now, after receiving a beat-up, Midoriya is getting serious and planning to use OFA, how will Suzaku handle this powerful ability, discover it in the next chapter of Sussy Baka in MHA!

Also, since I failed to write an extra chapter mid-week, I'll be uploading the next one tonight to make up for it. So look forward to it)

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