Chapter 18: Drift-Kings, Blue Shells, and the Bunny-Suit Pact
[Sunny Midoriya POV]
"Izuku, pass me the 'Focus-Fuel'!" I shouted, currently vibrating so fast I was appearing in three different places at once.
"Sunny, that's just a bottle of apple juice with '99% Logic' written on it in crayon," Izuku said, handing it to me with a sigh.
We were in the middle of a Toon-Force Training Montage. My room had been converted into a high-intensity simulation zone. Bakugo was standing in the corner, throwing actual firecrackers at me to simulate Bowser's fireballs. Mina was dumping buckets of neon-green slime on the floor to simulate banana peels. Kaminari was hooked up to a car battery, ready to give me "haptic shocks" every time I hit a wall.
"You're too slow, Gag-Boy!" Bakugo yelled, huffing as he tossed another spark. "If you lose to some rich kid on a keyboard, I'm blowing up your unicycle!"
"Don't worry, Kacchan! My 'Creative' rival is good, but they don't have the power of the Script on their side!"
I tapped out a message to @Creative_Composition_100 on my holographic keyboard.
[Sunny]:Listen up, Teach! Here are the stakes: Best of three. If I win, you have to admit that 'Vibes' are superior to 'Structure' in a public forum. BUT, if you lose the overall match, the loser has to record themselves wearing a Bunny Girl outfit, doing the 'Rabbit Hole' dance, and show it to their parents. No edits. No CGI. Deal?
The reply came back in three seconds.
[Creative_Composition_100]:Your terms are primitive and highly illogical. However, the use of a high-stakes deterrent is a valid psychological tactic. I accept. My parents are currently in the study; showing them a victory over an internet personality will be a productive use of my evening. Prepare yourself.
"Oh, he's definitely a serious one," I laughed, my eyes turning into giant spinning wheels. "CREW! POSITIONS! TOGA, START THE STREAM!"
[Creative_Composition_100 / Momo POV]
I stood in the center of my training hall, the million-yen 'Mario Kart World' rig humming with power. Alfred was standing by with a towel and a glass of electrolyte water.
"Miss Momo," Alfred said, sounding concerned. "Are you certain about this wager? A 'Bunny Girl Outfit' seems... beneath your dignity."
"It is a deterrent, Alfred," I said, my voice steady. "Based on my data, this 'Sunny' thrives on making people uncomfortable. By agreeing to the wager, I am showing him that I am not intimidated by his chaos. Furthermore, the probability of me losing is mathematically negligible. I have mapped the track geometry to the centimeter."
I adjusted my headset. The world of pixels and light flooded my vision.
"Let the chaos meet its end in the face of perfect creation," I whispered.
[Third Person POV - The Grand Prix]
The digital countdown hovered in the void between the two competitors.
On the left screen: Sunny, piloting a vehicle that defied classification. It appeared to be a porcelain bathtub mounted on monster truck wheels, with a showerhead acting as a spoiler. His character was a custom Mii that was simply a crude drawing of a smiley face.
On the right screen: Creative, piloting the "Circuit Special"—a sleek, aerodynamic Formula-1 style kart designed for maximum speed and minimal drift loss. Her character was a standard, high-polygon avatar with a serious expression.
GAME 1: RAINBOW ROAD (THE SPACE ODYSSEY)
3... 2... 1... GO!
Creative launched off the starting line with a frame-perfect boost, her engine screaming as she took the inside lane. Her lines were mathematical poetry. She hugged the curves of the floating, rainbow-colored track so tightly that her tires hung off the edge by mere pixels. She snagged every coin, optimized every drift, and within thirty seconds, she had built a commanding lead.
Sunny, meanwhile, was driving backward.
"WHEEEE!" the bathtub-kart squealed as Sunny threw a banana peel at his own face, causing his kart to spin out, bounce off a Thwomp, and somehow land further ahead on the track.
"Illogical," Creative muttered, her avatar checking the rearview mirror. "He is gaining speed by taking damage."
They reached the infamous loop-de-loop. Creative executed a flawless drift, her blue sparks turning into orange fire as she boosted out of the turn. She was miles ahead. Victory seemed assured.
But Sunny had other plans.
As his bathtub approached the edge of the track, he didn't turn. He drove straight off into the abyss of space.
"He has forfeited," Creative noted.
But he hadn't. As the bathtub fell through the starry void, a cartoonish, 2D elevator door suddenly appeared floating in nothingness. [DING!] The bathtub rolled inside. The elevator shot upward at light speed, bypassing the entire second sector of the track.
The elevator doors opened right in front of the finish line. Sunny rolled out, honking a rubber duck horn.
WINNER: SUNNY.
GAME 2: BOWSER'S CASTLE (THE LAVA PIT)
The atmosphere shifted. Creative was no longer playing a game; she was solving a problem.
"Adjustment: Chaos Mitigation Protocols engaged," she whispered.
The second race was a masterclass in denial. Creative didn't just race; she weaponized the track. She memorized the item box cycles. Every time Sunny attempted to pull a mallet or a giant spring out of his inventory, Creative was there with a perfectly timed Green Shell, sniping him mid-animation.
Sunny tried to drive on the walls. Creative slammed him into the lava with a Star-man.
Sunny tried to paint a fake tunnel on a brick wall. Creative drove through it anyway because she knew the hit-box wasn't real.
They reached the final stretch. A massive stone Bowser statue pounded the track, sending shockwaves of magma into the air. Sunny, battered and soot-covered, managed to snag the ultimate weapon: The Blue Shell.
"SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR LEAD, TEACH!" Sunny's voice echoed through the comms.
The winged blue shell launched. It screamed through the air, locking onto Creative's kart. It was the great equalizer. The inescapable doom.
Creative didn't swerve. She didn't brake. She watched the shell approach on her mini-map.
3... 2... 1...
At the precise millisecond the shell began its downward dive to detonate, Creative activated a Mushroom Boost. The sudden burst of speed granted her 0.5 seconds of invincibility frames.
BOOM.
The Blue Shell exploded harmlessly behind her, the blast wave failing to scratch her paint. She rocketed through the smoke, crossing the finish line with clinical precision.
WINNER: CREATIVE.
GAME 3: MOUNT WARIO (THE SNOWY DESCENT)
The score was 1-1. The final track was chosen. Mount Wario. One single, massive descent from a snowy peak to a dam at the bottom. No laps. No repeats. Just pure speed.
"This is it," Kaminari whispered in the real world, his face pressed against the screen.
The gates opened.
They tore down the mountain side-by-side. It was no longer about cheats or math; it was a brawl.
Sunny's bathtub had turned into a bobsled. Creative's kart had engaged snow tires. They slammed into each other on the ice, trading paint.
"You move like a textbook!" Sunny yelled, throwing a Bob-omb.
"And you move like a glitch!" Creative retorted, deflecting the bomb with a piranha plant.
They hit the forest section. They were neck-and-neck, weaving through the trees at 200cc speeds. Sunny bounced off a tree trunk; Creative drifted under a falling log.
They hit the dam. The finish line was visible at the bottom of the ramp.
They both activated their final boosts.
Sunny stretched his kart, the bathtub elongating like taffy.
Creative leaned forward, her avatar minimizing wind resistance.
They hit the final jump. They were airborne.
Gravity seemed to pause.
They landed.
They crossed the line.
The game froze. The music stopped. The "Results" screen flickered, struggling to calculate the winner. The numbers rolled... and rolled... and stopped.
SUNNY: 2:14.056
CREATIVE: 2:14.056
RESULT: DRAW.
[Sunny Midoriya POV]
The silence in my room was heavy enough to crush a diamond.
"A draw?" Aqua asked, pausing mid-chew on a bag of chips. "Does that mean nobody wears the suit? Or do you both explode?"
I stared at the screen. My hands were sweaty inside my gloves. That... was the most intense race of my life. I actually forgot to use the Toon Force for the last ten seconds. I was just racing.
A message popped up in the chat.
[Creative]:A draw implies a mutual failure to secure dominance. According to the logic of the wager, since neither of us achieved the 'victory' condition, we have both failed.
"Wait, what?" I blinked. "Both of us?"
[Creative]:The contract stated the loser must perform the penalty. We both failed to win. Therefore, we are both losers. We must both fulfill the penalty.
"YES!" Toga and Mina screamed, high-fiving so hard it created a shockwave. "DOUBLE BUNNY CONTENT!"
"I hate this game," Bakugo muttered, though he was frantically pulling out his phone to record whatever was about to happen.
[Himiko Toga POV - The Recording]
I have never been more professional. This is for posterity. This is for history.
In Sunny's room, he was sighing as he pulled on a high-end, white-and-yellow bunny girl outfit. It had ears that actually twitched when he was annoyed, and a fluffy tail that defied gravity.
"I look ridiculous," Sunny grumbled, adjusting the cuffs.
"You look like a viral sensation, Sunny-kun!" I giggled. "Now, dance! For the fans!"
He did the 'Rabbit Hole' dance, and honestly? He was good. He turned into a literal cartoon rabbit for the chorus, doing flips and winking at the camera, but you could tell he was dying inside just a little bit.
Then, a link appeared in the chat. It was a file from @Creative_Composition_100.
We all huddled around.
The video showed a girl—her face was hidden by a digital 'Rabbit' mask—with a very familiar, elegant black ponytail. She was wearing a stunning, high-class black silk bunny suit. She stood in a room that looked like a palace.
She looked absolutely mortified. Her posture was stiff, her hands trembling slightly. But when the music started, she hit every move. It was perfect. Surgical. Elegant.
"She's... she's actually a girl?" Kaminari whispered, his face turning bright red.
"And she's incredible!" Mina cheered. "Look at those spins! She practiced!"
"The structure... is actually quite impressive," Jirou admitted, tapping her foot.
[Sunny Midoriya POV]
I walked into the living room, still wearing the ears. My tail dragged on the carpet. Mom was sitting on the couch, reading a book about 'Quirk Parenting.'
"Mom?" I said, holding out my phone. "I lost a bet. I have to show you this."
I played the video of me dancing.
Inko watched it. She didn't laugh. She didn't coo. She just blinked, looked at the screen, and then looked at me standing there in fishnets.
She took a deep breath. She looked tired.
"Sunny," she said, her voice filled with a genuine, weary concern. "I know you have a lot of... creative energy. And I know your Quirk makes you... eccentric. But do you think maybe we should talk to a counselor about your online hobbies? This seems very... specific."
"It was a bet, Mom! For the band! It's a punishment!"
"I see," she said, closing her book gently. "Well, you have very good rhythm. But please, don't wear those ears to the grocery store. We have neighbors, Sunny. Neighbors with eyes."
I felt my soul leave my body. "Thanks, Mom. I'll... I'll go change."
[Momo POV]
I stood in the grand hallway of the Yaoyorozu estate. My tablet was trembling in my hands. My parents stood before me—my mother in her evening gown, my father in his suit.
"Mother, Father," I said, my face burning with a heat I didn't know was possible. "I have participated in a digital wager. I failed to achieve a victory. As a Yaoyorozu, I must fulfill my obligations. Here is the video."
I played it.
My father stared at the screen. He blinked once. Twice. He cleared his throat loudly.
My mother adjusted her glasses. She watched the 'Rabbit Hole' dance with a neutral, unreadable expression.
"Momo," my mother said finally. "This is... highly unorthodox behavior. While I appreciate your dedication to fulfilling a contract, I am concerned about the company you are keeping online. This 'Sunny' character seems to be a disruptive influence."
"He is... a challenge, Mother," I whispered, staring at the floor.
"See that it does not happen again," my father said, his voice stern, though I noticed him quickly looking away to hide a bewildered expression. "We are Yaoyorozus. We do not dance in rabbit costumes for internet points. Now, go study. You have a reputation to uphold."
"Yes, Father."
I turned and walked back to my room, my heart pounding. I sat at my desk and opened the chat.
[Sunny]:My mom thinks I need a therapist. How'd your parents take it? Also, nice ponytail. I still think I wore it better.
I smiled, a small, genuine smile that felt dangerous.
[Creative]:My parents are questioning my judgment. And for the record, your tail was crooked. I look forward to our next 'Match,' Mr. Chaos.
"Until tomorrow, Sunny," I whispered.