WELCOME BACC TO THE CHAOS

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Eijiro was escorted out of the building by security after that incident. Meanwhile, everyone was trying to regain their hearing back.

"Alright, I think I'm okay," Denki mumbled as he woke up.

"Oh, no. (Y/N) is dead!" Hitoshi alerted.

"WAT—" All the boys whipped their heads in my direction. . .except Hanta though. He was still a block of ice.

"SDFSDFSSDA—" They scrambled in my direction, falling over chairs and such.

"OH, MY—IS SHE OKAY!?!?" Izuku panicked as he flailed around like a kitten on a sugar rush.

"STAY CALM—WE JUST HAVE TO UH—" Tenya was having too much of a nervous breakdown to even finish his sentence.

"Stay with me, xinganbaobei~" Katsuki whispered as he took my limp hand in his.

Izuku raised an eyebrow. "Uhh, what does that mean?"

"Oh, that's Buddhist for 'sweetheart'."

Their expressions were confused upon hearing his response.

"Buddhism isn't a language but you do you, man." Hitoshi dabbed.

"Guys—back to (Y/N)!" Tenya reminded.

"I have just the thing." Denki smirked before grabbing both Izuku and Katsuki. So, he rubbed their heads against each other, which created static electricity. Activating his Quirk, he shouted, "CLEAR!!!" Then pressed their hair against my heart like a defibrillator or something.

"GAH!!" I shot up, panting from being shocked. "WHY DID YOU DO THAT!?!?"

"You were dead."

"NO, I WAS NOT!"

Hitoshi tilted his head in puzzlement. "But I checked your pulse and it wasn't working."

Tenya looked at where his hand was placed. "Shinsou, the pulse isn't in the ear."

"Oh." He took his hand off my ear.

"I can't believe you people are going to become pro heroes," I groaned.

"Brother. . ." a mysterious voice called from the shadows of the interior.

Shouto turned in the direction the sound came from. "Is that who I think it is. . .?"

This dude in a ripped trench coat came out of the shows. His hair was the color of a moonless night sky—and he had. . .Frankenstein-inspired skin grafts on his face and neck. He looked quite terrifying—but hot in a way.

Suddenly, he looked at me and said, "It is an extraordinary thing to meet someone who you can bare your soul to and accept you for what you are. I know in the depths of my shattered soul, that's you. However, I hear you only go for heroes. . .but what if I'm not the hero. . .what if I'm the bad guy?"

"Hey, isn't that the psychopath who set that one town on fire?" Denki interrupted.

I was completely bewildered. Who was this strange man with stitches!?

"Don't worry. Once I get my hands on some of that special Wrecking Balm Tattoo Remover at the Black Friday sale—I'll look hotter than the rest of these skeezes."

"Wh-Who are you?" I wondered, not at all scared by his skin disease.

"I am Dabi."

Shouto immediately got defensive. "Where were you!? You just ditched me and Mom when we needed you most!!"

"Dabi is a free elf," he replied, referring to himself in third person.

Wait. . .was Shouto related to him!?

"So, why are you here?" questioned Tenya.

"I work in the back, you idiot. It's my dad's joint. I char-broil the burgers."

"Wait, really? But don't you need more chefs to do that?"

"I USE MY QUIRK, IDIOT. GOSH." Dabi then placed his hand on his hip. "Anyway, I wanna dedicate a song to (Y/N)—since I've heard so much about her meme Quirk."

"Oh?" I got curious.

Shouto let out a snarl. "There's more to (Y/N) than just her Quirk! So shallow of you. . .I'm ashamed to even call you my brother."

"Zip it, Ketchup and Mayonnaise." Dabi was now on the stage, holding a microphone.

Wow, they were both brothers apparently. But I wasn't too shocked since I have a pretty screwed up family tree myself.

"Please don't be a soprano—" I begged underneath my breath.

The room dimmed—and a blue light shined upon Dabi's figure. So, he serenaded me with none other than, 'I thought that I've been hurt before, but no one's ever left me quite this sore. . .'

Apparently, Dabi liked Shawn Mendes' music.

'Your words cut deeper than a knife, now I need someone to breathe me back to life. . .'

"These are quite disturbing lyrics!" Tenya commented.

"Yeah, just like my thoughts," remarked Hitoshi with a vague smirk.

'GOT A FEELING THAT I'M GOIN' UNDER, BUT I KNOW THAT I'LL MAKE IT OUT ALIVE! IF I QUIT CALLING YOU MY LOVER—MOVE ON. . .' Dabi looked me in the eyes thoughtfully and continued. 'You watch me bleed until I can't breathe. I'm shaking falling onto my knees. And now that I'm without your kisses, I'll be needing stitches~'

"What kind of sick joke is this?" wondered Tenya.

"I feel like he just chose this song to be relevant."

"Hey! This is the song from Kidz Bop!" smiled Izuku. "Except. . .the lyrics weren't this gory."

I brought broccoli angel boy next to my side, and covered his ears.

"Y'all, this is nothing compared to Snoop Dogg's stuff," Katsuki interjected, taking a sip of his corn-flavored soda. "Now that stuff landed me in therapy."

I rolled my eyes. However, I needed to put a stop to Dabi's serenade. "Alright—alright, you can stop,"

Dabi did as I said. "Did you savor my innermost feelings which I confessed to you via song?"

Wow, these villain guys loved fancy grammar.

"Sure, it was cool."

"That was rubbish!" screeched a voice.

We all turned back to the entrance to see my nephew, Tomura. He had on an Ariana Grande shirt, pajama pants, and socks and sandals. Also, his hair looked like a failed attempt at her signature ponytail (considering his was way too short for the style). It now looked greasier than ever.

"Shawn Mendes' music is toxic waste. Ariana Grande is the true kween."

Dabi chuckled darkly. "Ah, you mean the girl who licked that donut without permission?"

"THAT WAS ONE TIME!!!" Tomura shot back. "BESIDES, ARIANA IS AN ARIANGEL!!!"

"Well then. If you love her so much—why don't you sing a song of hers?" Dabi challenged.

Tomura dusted off his Nike fanny-pack. "I will. Scoot your boot, I'm gonna rock this place with her hot music."

I facepalmed once again.

"What song are you doing?"

"'7 Rings' by Ariana Grande (Kidz Bop version)."

"Just stop already."

Tomura dragged his sad self on stage and pulled up a chicken wing. He held it to his mouth and half-heartedly sang into it with the lyrics, 'Yeah, breakfast at Tiffany's, it won't burst my bubble. Girls with the dream who like getting in trouble.'

We all cringed. His voice sounded so nasally and tone-deaf.

'Been through the baddest, I should be the saddest. Who woulda thought it'd turn me to a savage?' Tomura did a hardcore Jake Paul dab when he sang that part.

Then the pre-chorus happened. This is where it sounded more like wheezing than actual singing.

'My wrist, stop watchin', my neck is flossin'. Make big deposits, my gloss is poppin'. You like my hand? Gee, thanks, just bought it. I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (Yeah).'

"Oh, please. You couldn't even afford that tub of lard the girls dumped in your hair!" Katsuki heckled over the noise.

Tomura continued nonetheless. 'Wearing a ring, but ain't gon' be no "Mrs.". Bought matching diamonds for six of my chickens—'

Suddenly, something was launched through the window, and it hit Tomura in the face. "OOF!" He lost his balance and fell off the stage.

Izuku went over and picked it up. "Someone threw their shoe."

Hitoshi said, "I can see why. He reminded me of one of those American Idol contestants who are only in the show because of their sad backstory."

"Speaking of bad backstories." Endeavor dramatically approached us. "Son, why haven't you forgiven me yet?"

Shouto let out a low growl. "I will hate you no matter what, dirtbag."

"Ouch. Well—why don't you let me change your mind?" Endeavor turned to Present Mic. "Pass me two mics, Mic."

Present Mic did as he said. "OOOH!! EVERYONE PREPARE FOR THE FATHER VS. SON SHOWDOWN!!!"

Shouto caught the one microphone with a single hand, and Endeavor the other.

"You don't wanna do this, fossil."

"Oh, Son. Let me teach you a lesson right here, right now. Unless you wanna run back to your mommy."

The crowd oohed.

"Y'know what? You're on, chow cow!" Shouto hissed.

I headed up and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Shouto—are you sure you wanna do this?"

He peered over at me. "I must."

"But what if Endeavor totally rekts you? How will you ever recov—"

"(Y/N). . .don't worry." He touched my hand and flashed a soft reassuring smile. "I got this."

I gulped. "A-Alright."

If they get into a rap-battle, I was done. However, a familiar beat to a particular song started. . . .

Endeavor cringily swaggered his shoulders up and down to the rhythm, beginning with the intro, 'You change your mind, like a girl changes clothes. Yeah you, are a mess—like your mom, I would know.'

'And you overthink. Always speak cryptically,' Shouto countered.

They both glared each other straight on, before joining together in a duet, 'I SHOULD KNOW—THAT YOU'RE NO GOOD FOR MEEEEE~!'

Endeavor went solo for the next verse. ''CAUSE YOU'RE HOT THEN YOU'RE COLD. YOU'RE YES THEN YOU'RE NO. YOU'RE IN THEN YOU'RE OUT. YOU'RE UP THEN YOU'RE DOWN!'

Shouto interrupted, 'YOU'RE WRONG WHEN IT'S RIGHT. IT'S BLACK AND IT'S WHITE. MOM POURS TEA ON ME, YET YOU THINK YOU'RE RIGHT!"

I heard someone ask, "Was that in the original song?"

"Who cares, it's still good."

Endeavor grabbed at his son's wrist. 'You don't really wanna stay, no!'

Shouto flicked him off. 'But you don't really wanna go-o.'

'YOU'RE HOT THEN YOU'RE COLD. YOU'RE YES THEN YOU'RE NO. YOU'RE IN THEN YOU'RE OUT. YOU'RE UP THEN YOU'RE DOWN!' they both harmonized together.

So, it ended after some time. The one who won the sing-off was Shouto, because Endeavor's back went out halfway through the performance.

"Wow, good one," Hitoshi commented as Endeavor limped off the platform.

"Shut up, disturbed fourteen-year-old."

I looked over at Tomura. "Oh, he's still unconscious."

Katsuki smiled. "Great." He ran up, unzipped the Nike fanny-pack, and stole a twenty-dollar-bill from him.

"Poor guy." I frowned, staring down at my nephew who just got robbed in his sleep. So, I kicked him underneath a table so he wouldn't be a tripping hazard.

Dabi walked up and smirked. "Hey. . .are you free next Friday?"

I turned to him. "Wha?"

Dabi blushed—from what I could tell. "Maybe we could uh, get together or something sometime."

I already had like, half a dozen other guys with faces carved by the Greek gods, and hair that was as beautiful as something from a L'Oréal commercial. Did I really need this stitched up freak in my life?

Heck, yes.

"I'll think about it~" I teased.

"Okay, great."

However, my conversation with Dabi was overheard—and I didn't realize how much drama it would stir up right after that. . . .

Before I could blink, I felt Hitoshi seize me by my arm, and his lips pressed against mine in front of everyone in the joint.

I gasped. Dabi gasped. Endeavor gasped. Pikachu gasped. ALL OF THE PEOPLE GASPED.

Hitoshi grinned before turning to the others. "I'm sorry if you seem confused. But (Y/N) is mine. And if you want her—you need to get through me first."