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#jar opener midoriya 2k21
qitwrites · 3 years
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One for all is a devastatingly strong quirk. Class 1A has seen Deku break both his legs and both his arms on multiple occasions just from the repercussions of his strength and his body’s inability to keep up. They’ve seen him punch a robot the size of a building into oblivion, they’ve seen him smash rocks and concrete into smithereens, and they’ve seen the way he uses the wind from the aftermath of his kicks to create powerful long-range attacks.
Midoriya’s quirk is like strong strong.
So naturally, he becomes the official class 1A jar opener.
It starts with Aoyama. There’s a jar of ricotta cheese that he cannot seem to get into and Kirishima offers to open it for him.
‘Thank you, monsieur,’ Aoyama says with a grateful bow.
‘No problemo, my dude,’ Kirishima grins. He wraps his fingers around the lid and twists, expecting the lid to just pop off because that’s what always happens. Kirishima usually applies the lightest pressure against a lid, and it melts like butter in his fingers. Kirishima has, in his limited years, never met a jar that’s bested him.
Literally nothing happens. He tries again, adding a bit more pressure. The lid doesn’t budge in the slightest. It doesn’t begin to loosen, to twist in the direction of the force, that tell-tail pop as it slips off the ridges. It sits there, like a rock.
Kirishima tries one last time, with all the strength he can muster, just shy of activating his quirk. It’s a fine line, and if his quirk does activate, he knows he can open this jar. He also knows it will shatter, which defeats the purpose. Because like, if Aoyama didn’t care about the condition of the cheese, he could’ve thrown the jar against the wall himself to break it. Kirishima twists and pries and yanks, groaning and grunting with the effort.
Apparently, Ricotta cheese is going to defeat him. The thought is humbling, to say the least.
Tsuyu walks by to grab some dried crickets and offers to try. Kirishima hands it over with a defeated sigh, and Tsuyu does the same- she twists and yanks and pries and nothing. Even Dark Shadow decides its worth a shot when Tokoyami walks by them, and they watch as the night creature shrieks and trills and fails miserably.
Dark Shadow hands the jar back to Kirishima.
‘What is up with this thing?’ Kirishima grumbles, staring at the jar incredulously. He tries again, and it feels no different. This jar of cheese seems to have defeated 4 different pro-heroes-in-training.
They don’t hear Midoriya walk into the kitchen until he opens the refrigerator. Midoriya, oblivious to the agony of those around him, takes a few sips of orange juice before popping the bottle back inside. He’s preoccupied with thoughts of the math problems they’d studied earlier that day, so he’s a bit startled when 4 pairs of eyes are trained on him.
‘Yes?’ he asks, chuckling nervously.
Kirishima holds out the jar. ‘Open please.’
Midoriya shoots him a puzzled smile but takes the jar. He wraps his non-dominant hand around the lid and twists and-
And the damn thing just pops open. He doesn’t stutter. He doesn’t make a face or groan or pry. He twists, gently, and the lid is off. And he’s using his non-dominant hand.
Midoriya hands the jar back to Kirishima, his smile soft and confused and warm.
Nobody says anything.
‘Anything else?’ Midoriya ventures. They all shake their heads. He shrugs, waves goodbye, and makes his way back to his room.
Kirishima gives the jar to Aoyama and they proceed to spend the next 10 minutes squealing in wonderment.
Tales of Midoriya’s jar opening feat spreads like wildfire. The entire year knows by the end of the day, and Midoriya is blissfully unaware because all he really wants to do is finish his stupid math assignment so he can grab dinner with the gang.
After that, it sort of becomes his thing. Bottles of dried fruit, jams, cheese, and condiments are offered to him, and the freckled boy simple takes what is offered, twists, and boom, it’s open.
Midoriya doesn’t even realize it until a few weeks later, when a jar of pickles is pushed into his hands while he’s debating hero agency laws with Iida. Midoriya doesn’t blink- he takes the jar offered to him, pops it open, hands it back. It’s a quick, practiced thing at this point. When Iida stops talking and his hands pause mid-air, that’s when Midoriya realizes what he’s just done, that’s when his actions sink in.
He thinks it over and then offers Iida a helpless smile and a shrug. He really doesn’t mind it at all.  
Iida blinks at him before diving right back in, and they debate back and forth, voices loud as they gesticulate frantically. It’s a familiar sight.
Sero even offers him a jar that’s been super glued shut while Midoriya is watching footage of a mount lady fight. It doesn’t faze him at all. Kirishima records the entire thing.
On a random Thursday night, Midoriya finds himself alone in the common room, watching re-runs of old All Might movies. He’s seen them so many times by now but that doesn’t matter- he’s still glued to the screen, the world fading into darkness.
A cold glass jar is pushed into his arm and Midoriya does his thing and hands it back. And then the smell, eye-wateringly spicy, hits him like all hell. Midoriya coughs and looks to the side and catches Bakugou walking away.
‘Not a single fucking word, shitty Deku.’
Midoriya just stares, and then he calls out a hurried Of course, Kacchan! and then he gets yelled at some more. A chilled water bottle is thrown at him, and Midoriya takes a long drink, soothing his burning eyes with the surface of the bottle when he’s done.
At some point, he goes on to become the official jar opener for class 1B. It just sort of happens. And honestly? He really doesn’t mind at all.
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