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UA started a whole week earlier than any other school in Japan. While this may seem reasonable for a school as prestigious as UA, it also ensured that school was in session for Nedzu's favorite holiday—the first of April—April Fools Day. Every year, the Rat came up with the most elaborate and petty pranks. One year, he swapped all the coffee with ground tree bark; another year, he moved everything in the teacher's lounge three inches to the left.
Aizawa crept into the teacher's lounge apprehensively, expecting a bucket full of water or a glitter bomb. When neither happened, He sighed in relief and slowly moved to the couch. The paranoid man patted the cushions to ensure they wouldn't explode or weren't filled with something weird. Determining the couch was safe, he plopped onto the furniture. He pulled out the extra large thermos of coffee he made at home. He was not going to risk using the coffee machine.
Mic entered the room even more paranoid than Aizawa. Seeing his friend had already inspected it, he sat next to Aizawa on the couch with a Cheshire grin on his face. "Guess what I did today," the blonde said in a sing-song voice. When he didn't get an immediate reply, he took it as his cue to keep talking. "To get back at Nedzu for previous April Fools Days, I spiked his tea with catnip!"
That finally got a reaction out of his gloomy coworker. "You did WHAT!?" Aizawa shouted. The man suddenly shot up and carefully gathered his things.
Mic looked at Aizawa with confusion and then with mounting horror as the weight of his actions finally clicked. "Fuck."
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Iida watched with a keen gaze across the sea of students when he noticed something off—an abnormally sized group of students huddled around a bulletin board. It was admirable that they were so invested in extracurricular activities, but they were beginning to impede traffic. Iida made his way through the crowd in an attempt to clear it and make everyone go to their first classes. When he finally got to the bulletin board, he paled. Posted on the board were photos of Tensei and his friends during high school—Tensei and his friends running through the hallways! How preposterous! Iida shook his head and kept moving. He was going to be late for class if he idled much longer.
The bespectacled teen turned the corner and froze in shock. Plastered over every wall and even the ceiling were incriminating photos of his older brother and teachers from their days in UA's hero course. From things like them making silly faces to carrying out pranks and dares, to doing DRUGS!!?!? Iida could hardly contain his shame. His view of his older brother was wholly shattered. He glanced around the display once more like how one would a train crash and saw… oh my. Iida's face flushed bright red as he fled the scene.
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Aizawa prepared to begin his homeroom. So far, the photos were Nedzu's only prank. And while he didn't appreciate his private life being posted for the whole school to see, he was glad that it wasn't worse. Just as he was starting to calm down, the PA system chimed. Shit.
Music started playing over the speakers. It was a piano ballad with a simple cord progression—one that Aizawa instantly recognized. "Just a small-town girl~ LIVING IN A LONELY WORLD!!~" Mic's obnoxious singing blasted through the PA, and Aizawa stood and stared at the speaker with a look of utter disbelief and horror as Mic's poorly done cover of Journey's 'Don't Stop Believin' played over the PA system.
The whole class fell silent and stared at the speaker with dumbfounded expressions. Some were shocked, some were trying to hold their laughter, some were horrified, and then there was Iida, whose face turned beet-red as he buried it in his arms.
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Mic was panicking. Not only had Nedzu shared embarrassing photos of him in high school and blasted what he sings in the car, but the Rat also glued every piece of furniture in his classroom to the ceiling! The poor blonde hadn't been able to catch a break today. At least it was finally lunchtime. With as much stealth as the DJ hero could muster, he snuck his way to the cafeteria to claim his meal before anything else could happen.
When he graciously accepted a bento box from Lunch Rush, he made a break for his classroom. He was not chancing the break room. He ran into his room and slammed the door shut. Slowly, he slid to the floor and opened the bento. Then he shrieked.
"THERE'S A ROACH!!!!"
The tremors from Mic's quirk were felt all the way in the lunch room. Midoriya wondered what prank was pulled on the pro this time. Nedzu was obviously using April Fools Day to get back at the man for some reason… or at least it was evident to the greenette. Midoriya shrugged and dug into his curry. All was well in his world until the alarms went off.
The students were in a panic. They stampeded toward the nearest exits, but Midoriya remained calm. This was probably just another prank—no reason to waste perfectly good curry.
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Shigaraki blinked at the now-open gate with extreme confusion. He had just begun to disintegrate it when it suddenly retracted. The villain stood like a shocked statue as the press surged onto school grounds. The mob ground to a sudden halt as they came face to face with the steel barrel of a gun.
"Hello, Trespassers!" Nedzu's chipper voice played over the PA system. "I opened the doors so I could tell you to leave more directly, but you all assumed you'd be getting a soundbite. You jumped the gun and are now trespassing on UA property." as Nedzu gave his speech declaring that what he was about to do was perfectly legal, multiple gun turrets popped out of walls and aimed. "They may be loaded with rubber balls, but they will undoubtedly be a pain to deal with. I'll give you to the count of three."
Reporters started scrambling to leave the premises, dragging Shigaraki with them.
"One," the sadistic Rat began counting. Then the guns fired. The paparazzi screamed as they were pelted with the rubber rounds that exploded on impact. Puffs of ultra-fine, biodegradable rainbow glitter filled the air and drenched the reporters. "Oh, you thought I'd actually give you three seconds?" Nedzu's cackling was clear over speakers—the laughter of a deranged madman.
Meanwhile, inside the school…
"What the hell!?" one student yelled.
"Why are we getting bombarded too!?" another questioned.
"I know I desire to sparkle, but not like this!"
Kuroguri didn't know why he had to go on this "fetch quest" as his young master called it, when they had a perfectly viable traitor to leak information, but he wasn't one to defy orders. The hallway he teleported into was plastered with photos. The photos gave him a weird feeling in his gut, but the bartender didn't have the time to unpack that.
Suddenly, a man with glasses covered head to toe in glitter ran into him, causing a small puff of glitter. The man appeared to be the hero Present Mic. That weird feeling returned as the panicked man shook his shoulders violently. "Run for your life!" he shrieked before taking off in the opposite direction from which he came. It didn't take long to see why, as a giant mechanical spider with a gun for a head came barrelling through the hallway, pelting Mic with glitter bombs.
Dumbfounded, the mist-covered man shook his head and returned to his task. He entered the teacher's lounge and approached one of the desks. He was searching for a schedule when he picked up one of the many photos out of curiosity. He wondered why they were significant enough to warrant plastering the school with them.
The photo was of three teenagers—one with blonde hair laughing, one with black hair with a small smile, and one with wispy blue hair grinning while holding the black-haired one in a headlock. Pain shot through Kurogiri's head, and the bartender collapsed.
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Mic dragged himself back to the teacher's lounge, now supporting an iridescent shine from the glitter. He tiredly flopped face-first on the couch with a small shimmering puff. The blonde groaned into the armrest. Something felt off like he wasn't alone. He lifted his head and nearly vomited. Laying passed out on the ground was a man in a bartender's suit. That wasn't the worst part. The man was deathly pale, with small wisps of purple-black smoke drifting off him. He had light blue hair that floated like a fluffy cloud and faded into the same dark color of the smoke. Nedzu took this one too far.
Hizashi moved to crouch next to the man who looked like a warped, aged-up version of his dead friend. He reached to poke with the man but hesitated at the last second. He was afraid that if he touched him, the illusion would shatter. Instead, Hizashi sat with his legs crossed and watched the unconscious man intently. The blonde was too tired to realize how weird this entire situation was.
The man stirred and grunted in pain. He clutched his head and tried to sit up. "Ugh, I feel like someone dropped a building on my head," he groaned.
Then, blueish-gray eyes with a ring of glowing yellow met lime-green, and Hizashi's welled with tears. Hizashi didn't care that it was too good to be true or that Oboro was technically trespassing. He was exhausted, and all he cared about was hugging his old friend.
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In the aftermath of Aizawa walking in on a sobbing Mic hugging a friend whose death took decades to get over, all the involved parties gathered in Nedzu's office. Mic, Midnight, Aizawa, and Oboro sat squished on a couch across from Nedzu. Recovery Girl had given Oboro a quick check-up and was currently running some blood work to check for abnormalities.
"So," the Rat broke the silence. "Not even I could have predicted this turn of events. However, I wanted to address why this year's April Fools was so over the top."
"Note to self: Don't let Nedzu anywhere near catnip ever again," Mic grumbled under his breath.
"Yamada. Did you really think I wouldn't be able to smell the catnip in my tea this morning?"
The blood drained from Hizashi's face, and Nedzu grinned evilly.
"Even if I did drink the catnip. It has no effect on me."
Hizashi looked at the principal with utter horror.
"April Fools Yamada. Now go clean up the glitter while we finish getting Oboro here back on his feat."
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