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Airwaves Unscripted (PapaMic) by Chimera_Regarion on WP!
It's crack and it's beautiful and you should definitely go read it right this second- ANYWAY on to it...
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(Izuku Midoriya's POV)
"-and I swear, if I see one more hero posting a 'thoughts and prayers' tweet after doing jack shit to fix the problem, I'm gonna lose my mind." I say, drumming my fingers against the desk.
"Oh-ho, careful, Zuzu!" Dad snickers. "You're gonna make all the corporate heroes cry into their brand sponsorships!"
"Oh no, whatever shall they do? Maybe wipe their tears with the stacks of cash they made off merchandise while ignoring the civilians suffering right outside their shiny-ass agencies?*" I lean into the mic, voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm just a kid, what do I know?"
"You know too much," Dad sighs dramatically. "Society's golden boy, how dare you think critically?"
"I know, I should be grateful!" I throw a hand up. "Look at me, a student at U.A., the peak of all human existence, training under heroes who definitely, absolutely, 100% never screw up or fail anyone! Right, Dad?"
Dad snorts, trying to hold in his laughter. "Oh, absolutely. Heroes are always perfect, and the system has zero flaws."
"Exactly!" I gesture wildly. "*Clearly, those people who get ignored, overlooked, or outright abandoned just didn't try hard enough. If they wanted help, they should've been conveniently located near a hero who was having a good day!"
Dad claps his hands. "And let's not forget the golden rule: If you're not 'hero material, then society's just not built for you! That's your fault, obviously!"
"Mmm, yes, let's talk about that!" I tap the mic. "my new brother, who totally doesn't hate my guts-hi, by the way! spent his entire childhood being told he's villainous because his quirk is scary. Meanwhile, I-quirkless, useless, disposable-got the same treatment but for a different reason. Because society loves picking favorites.*"
Dad hums. "It's almost like... the system is designed to benefit a select few while leaving the rest to rot?*"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, careful now, Dad." I gasp. "That almost sounded like criticism! We can't have that! You're a pro hero! What if people start thinking for themselves?!"
"Perish the thought!"
"Exactly!" I slam my hands down. "Heroes are the good guys, and if you dare question anything about them, you must be anti-hero or pro-villain! Those are the only two options, right?"
Dad dramatically wipes a fake tear. "It's so simple when you put it like that, Zuzu."
"I try." I smirk. "Wouldn't wanna burden people with nuance or critical thinking. That's dangerous, you know."
"Super dangerous."
We both pause. The silence lingers for a second, stretching just long enough to be uncomfortable.
Because it's not really a joke.
We mean every word.
"Anyway," I shake my head, breaking the moment. "Let's move on before we accidentally wake up the morality police. What's next?"
Dad glances at his notes. "Ooooh, this one's fun! 'Heroes with their own energy drinks-a discussion on capitalism, branding, and selling out!"
I groan. "Oh, kill me now."
Dad cackles. "Buckle up, partner, it's gonna be a wild ride!"
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... Please go read it, it's crack and I'm living for it