Chapter 9: The Karaoke Bridge (Or: How to Accidentally Become an Internet God)
[A/N:I've got my girlfriend helping me and I still feel like I'm drowning in all this future planning for this fic]
(Sunny Midoriya POV)
"I solemnly swear," I said, holding up a four-fingered gloved hand while the other rested on a stack of comic books, "that for the duration of this karaoke session, I will remain three-dimensional, gravity-compliant, and 100% boring. No anvils. No pocket dimensions. Just vibes."
Izuku looked at me with the weary eyes of a boy who had seen a refrigerator walk on its own legs. "Sunny, last time you said that, you turned the bathtub into the Pacific Ocean."
"A minor clerical error, Izu-chan!" I chirped, my head doing a 360-degree spin before clicking into place. "Besides, look at the venue! 'Happy-Happy-Sing-Song-Box'! The floors are sticky, the lights are flickering, and the mic smells like cheap lemon cleaner. It's too pathetic for a spectacle."
Aqua was already busy fighting with the touch-screen menu. "Why is there no 'Divine Hymns' category?! This is heresy! I demand a refund and a sacrifice!"
"Just pick a pop song, you useless goddess," Bakugo growled, slumped in the corner with his arms crossed. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere else, preferably somewhere he could explode things legally.
"I found one!" Toga cheered, her messy buns bobbing as she snatched the remote. "It says it's about 'Blood and Fire'!"
"Toga, that's a heavy metal track called Lacerated Heart," Izuku whispered, reaching for the remote. "Maybe we should start with something... lighter?"
I felt it then. A low hum in the air. The karaoke machine wasn't just a machine; it was a challenge. The rhythm of the blinking lights started to match my heartbeat. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
I grabbed the mic. It felt... right.
"Alright, crew," I said, my voice dropping that cartoonish squeak for something smoother, more cinematic. "One song. For the road. Before we become 'Middle Schoolers' and have to pretend to be mature."
I hit 'Random.'
The screen flickered. The intro started—a heavy, rebellious bassline that sounded like a heartbeat and a riot at the same time.
(Izuku Midoriya POV)
I knew the moment the first note hit that Sunny's 'vow' was already in the trash.
The room didn't just feel smaller; it felt like it was stretching. The yellowed wallpaper of the karaoke room began to peel back, revealing a sky full of swirling, hand-drawn stars. The sticky floor beneath my feet turned into a polished obsidian stage that reflected the neon purple glow emanating from my brother.
"Sunny?" I called out, but my voice came out in perfect pitch, harmonizing with the backing track.
Sunny wasn't just standing there anymore. He was glowing. His saturated colors were bleeding into the air, painting the room in vibrant, impossible hues. He didn't look like a 'problem' anymore. He looked like a legend.
He started to sing. It wasn't a kid's voice. It was a roar of nostalgia and rebellion.
"We're the kids the stars forgot! Bending rules we never sought!"
I found myself standing up. My body felt light—lighter than it ever had. I stepped up beside him, and without even thinking, I caught the harmony. It was like our DNA was singing the same song. The air around us began to sparkle with green and gold motifs.
"Aqua! The chorus!" Sunny yelled, grinning.
(Aqua POV)
I was prepared to complain. I was prepared to wail about the lack of respect shown to a deity.
But then the music hit me. It wasn't just sound; it was power. It felt like a prayer, but better—it had a beat.
"FINE!" I screamed, jumping onto the table. "I shall grace this mortal tune with the voice of the heavens!"
I opened my mouth to belt out a divine soprano, but I tripped over a discarded tambourine. "WAAAAAAH!" I shrieked, falling face-first toward the floor.
But I didn't hit the ground. The reality-warping energy Sunny was throwing off caught me. I bounced off the floor like it was made of trampoline silk and launched back into the air, spinning.
"I intended that!" I shouted, catching the mic. I nailed the chorus with a high note so pure it literally turned the air into shimmering, drinkable water that rained down on us like liquid diamonds. "BEHOLD MY GLORY!"
(Katsuki Bakugo POV)
This was stupid. This was the stupidest thing I'd ever seen.
The Nerd was singing. The Rug-Boy was glowing like a damn neon sign. The Water-Girl was floating in a circle. The room didn't even have walls anymore—it was just a void of colors and noise.
The rhythm was taunting me. Kick. Snare. Kick-kick. Snare.
It was too slow. It lacked impact. It lacked murder.
"Move, you idiots!" I snarled, stepping toward a drum kit that had literally materialized out of the floorboards because Sunny's quirk was a freaking enabler.
I grabbed the sticks. They felt light. Too light.
"I'M GONNA KILL THIS BEAT!"
I didn't play the drums. I attacked them. Each hit was a controlled explosion. BOOM. CRACK. BOOM-BOOM-CRACK.
I didn't care about the 'melody.' I cared about the tempo. I pushed it. I made it aggressive. I saw Sunny glance back at me, his cartoon eyes widening in a 'not bad' expression.
"DON'T LOOK AT ME, GAG-BOY! SING!"
The sticks blurred in my hands. I broke the high-hat cymbal on the third verse, but the sound didn't stop—it just turned into a metallic roar that fit the song even better. My sweat smelled like nitroglycerin and the air was vibrating so hard my teeth were rattling.
This was the only way to deal with these losers. If I couldn't blow them up, I'd out-play them.
(Himiko Toga POV)
I sat on the edge of the 'stage,' swinging my legs.
The room was beautiful. It was red and purple and gold. I watched Sunny and Izuku dancing in sync, their movements leaving trails of light behind them. I watched Bakugo screaming at a drum set like it owed him money. I watched Aqua accidentally summoning a fountain in a karaoke box.
I pulled out my phone. My parents told me to only use it for emergencies.
This felt like an emergency. The world needed to see how pretty Sunny looked when he wasn't trying to be a joke.
I hit 'Record.'
On the screen, Sunny caught a falling star from the ceiling and crushed it, turning it into a shower of glitter that spelled out: THE END IS THE BEGINNING.
I hit 'Post.'
"Five stars," I whispered, licking a stray drop of 'Aqua-Water' off my lip. "Best show ever."
(Sunny Midoriya POV - The Next Morning)
I woke up feeling 'Sleepy.' The Sleeping Break was over, and the weight of a Monday morning was pressing down on my chest.
I rolled out of bed, my body making a series of wet THWACK sounds as I hit the floor. I crawled toward my phone, which was vibrating so hard it was actually hovering two inches off the nightstand.
"What now?" I croaked. "Did Aqua get arrested for trying to pay for a pizza with 'blessings' again?"
I swiped the screen.
[TRENDING WORLDWIDE]
#TheChaosConcert
#ToonForceLive
#ExplosionDrummer
#UselessBlueGirl
My eyes popped out. Literally. They hit the phone screen with a CLACK.
The video Toga posted had 47 million views. In eight hours.
The comments were a war zone:
@HeroWatcher99: Is this a leaked movie trailer? The CGI is insane!
@EraserFan: That blonde kid on the drums... is he trying to murder the percussion? I love it.
@QuirkAnalyst: Look at the green-haired kid. He's mimicking the light-user's movements perfectly. Is it a dual-synchronization quirk?
@TheRealBestist: WHO IS THE KID IN THE GLOVES? He's literally ignoring the laws of physics. It's not an illusion—the walls actually disappeared!
I looked at the 'Upload' source. Himiko Toga.
"Oh, boy," I muttered, my face melting into a puddle of dread. "We're going to middle school today, aren't we?"
I looked out the window. Down the street, I could already see a news van turning the corner.
"Izu-chan!" I yelled, my voice cracking like a broken record. "Pack your bags! We're either going to be famous or we're going to be expelled before first period!"
I grabbed my signature white gloves and snapped them on. SNAP.
"Well," I grinned, my teeth doing a nervous DING. "At least the first day won't be boring."