#Almost had a heart attack when I got a really sudden nosebleed and got blood on my Mitski shirt but I worked fast and she survived

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Just realised both of my white concert tees are from shows I didn't go to and my black concert tees (excluding DatS) are from shows i actually made it to

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With Great Power...

Chapter 4: With great power comes a great need to stand up to bullies

Summary: Peter stands between Flash and a bully. Turns out, they can be friends after all.

Read on Ao3 HERE

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“Yo Penis Parker!”

Peter groans.

“Where’d you get that sweater? The trash, probably. Seems like your thing.”

From beside him, MJ stiffens. Then without missing a beat, flips up her middle finger. Peter would give anything to tell Flash that the sweater used to belong to Tony Stark, that he gave it to Peter personally after a rough night on patrol because he was Spider-Man.

Yeah, that would shut him up.

Instead he shrugs. “The trash, Timbuktu- whatever floats your boat man.”

Unpleased by his response, Flash crosses his arms in a show of dramatic flair. They’re standing at their lockers, the lunch bell having just rung, and it’s more than obvious that the results from their calc test last period has put him in a bad mood. Well, worse than normal anyways.

And when Flash is in a bad mood, Peter ends up paying for it.

“MIT?” he scoffs, narrowing his eyes at Peter’s chest. “As if you’d ever have a chance at being accepted there.”

“Unlike you?” MJ digs. “I sat behind you in Calc, dumbass. Looks like you could spend less of your time being an annoying idiot and more time hiding your face behind a book.”

Flash falters. MJ had hit him where it hurts and it shows. He opens his mouth to retaliate but before he can he’s being lifted up by the collar of his shirt and slammed into his locker. Students gasp and back away from the altercation, though lots pull out their phones. After the initial shock Peter recognizes Flash’s attacker as Jake Miller. He’s twice as big as Flash and three times as mean.

“What the hell Flash!” Jake yells. “You said those answers were legit! My dad is going to murder me!”

“They were! I don’t- I don’t know what happened!”

“I was supposed to ace that stupid test. This is your fault!” With another low noise of anger Jake pulls Flash away from the locker only to throw him back into it. This time, harder. Flash’s soft gasp of fear passes through Peter’s chest like cold water.

Damn it. Of all people, why did it have to be Flash?

“Hey!” Peter yells, stepping closer. He feels MJ’s hand close around his wrist. “Come on. Leave him alone man.”

Jake’s shoulders tense. He throws Flash on the ground where he lays and covers his heads with his hands. But Jake’s attention is turned on Peter. He smiles wickedly. “And what are you going to do about it? Flash is gonna get what’s coming to him.”

Slipping from MJ’s strong grip, Peter advances further. Where the hell are all the teachers? “It’s not his fault you’re too stupid to take a calc test.”

“What the hell did you just say?”

Curling his hands into fists instinctively, Peter raises his chin. The whispers around them are growing louder. From behind Jake, he sees Flash staring at him with awe and holding his shoulder like it hurts.

“I said you’re an idiot Jake. An idiot, a cheat, and a bully-”

His spider sense warns him of the incoming punch and it takes every particle of his self control to not move. Jake’s knuckles hit him square in the nose and he can’t help but gasp at the sharp pain. He’s been hit in the face before, sure, but never without his mask.

A bone snaps. Stars blossom up behind his eyes and he stumbles back, feeling warm blood leak down over his lips. MJ tries to catch him and they both end up on the floor with Jake above them, staring at his fist in shock.

“Not cool man,” Peter groans.

Mr. Harrington appears then, finally, and pales significantly at the scene. It doesn’t take long for him to click the pieces into place. “Jake, with me. MJ, help Peter to the nurse’s office.”

Some students cheer as Jake is marched away. Others send Peter unsympathetic looks. He feels MJ’s hands tighten around his biceps. “You okay?” she whispers.

“Yeah. I’m fine. Believe me, I’ve been through much worse-”

But when he stands a sudden rush of vertigo washes over him. He tips and almost falls, choking on his words, and two sets of hands reach to steady him. He expects the second to belong to Ned, but when he opens his eyes, it’s Flash.

“Parker!” he yelps, his cheeks flushed. “What the hell were you thinking?”

He’s too shocked and dizzy to push him away. “He was being a jerk.”

“So was I!”

“He was going to pulverize you.”

“I could’ve taken it.”

At this, MJ snorts loudly. “No you couldn’t.”

Ned skids to a stop beside them, his eyes wide. “Peter! Are you okay man? What do you need?”

Feeling some relief at having Ned by his side, Peter nods towards the end of the hall. “Bathroom.”

“What?” Flash stutters. “He needs to go to the nurse-”

But Ned and MJ are already helping him down the hall, parting swarms of their gossiping classmates like the Red Sea. Reluctantly Flash follows them, and Peter can’t help but notice how fast his heart is beating.

He tries to catch the falling blood in his hands but there’s too much of it to really spare the mess. He’ll feel bad for it later, but right now all he can think of is getting it to stop.

When they reach the bathroom Peter eases himself down on the toilet seat as MJ starts unrolling wads of paper towel. He presses it to his face and whines at the pressure. “This sucks,” he decides.

Ned shoots Flash a dark glare, to which Flash swallows heavily.

“Lean forward,” MJ instructs. “And pinch your nose here. It should help stop the bleeding.”

Peter obeys, a pulsing headache starting up behind his eyes. There’s blood in his mouth and on Tony’s MIT sweater, which really is more disappointing than the injury itself. Because bones heal, but man is it hard to get blood out of fabric.

“It’s not slowing down,” Flash says, shifting from foot to foot. From worry or awkwardness, Peter isn’t sure.

“Why are you here?” Peter asks.

To this, Flash deflects, a usual defiance crossing over his face. “Why didn’t you go to the nurse?”

Peter, Ned, and MJ share a significant look. Peter sighs. “It’s not that bad.”

“That’s absolute crap! There’s a literal puddle of blood underneath you right now! You’re acting like this is normal or something. As if you weren’t weird enough already-”

Ha, Peter thinks, if only you knew.

He would reply, expect he’s feeling increasing light headed. More blood falls against his tongue. Resisting the urge to spit it out, Peter lets it sit. He closes his eyes and feels Ned’s warm hand on his shoulder. “You okay?”

“Mm? Yeah. Just give me a minute.”

They don’t just give him one. They give him ten. But even then the blood doesn’t slow. He urges his healing factor to kick in as he begins to seriously consider if Jake is human.

The blood at his feet grows. MJ and Flash start to argue. It makes his head spin. He almost misses the buzz of his phone in his pocket but manages to pull it out all the same, a smear of red appearing on his screen as he accepts the call.

“‘Lo?”

“Jesus, kid. What the hell is happening? I just got an alert from your watch that your blood pressure is dropping like crazy. Aren’t you supposed to be at school?”

Eyes closing, he finds the energy to push out a humourless laugh. “Yep. At school. Don’ worry ‘bout me. Everything’s fine.”

“Then how do you explain your vitals?”

“Is that Mr. Stark?” Ned asks sharply, reaching for the device. Peter swats him away and nearly faints when it upsets his balance. Has his heart been beating this fast the whole time?

“Kid?”

In his weakness, Ned snatches the phone away and holds it up to his ear with determination. “Mr. Stark?”

Peter can still hear Tony’s responses, the worry in his voice increasing at Ned’s own apparent distress. “What’s going on Ned?”

“Peter got punched in the face. He broke his nose and is losing a lot of blood. I mean, a lot. Remember the Rhino? It’s like that. Way more than he should be.”

“Damn it. His healing isn’t doing anything about it?”

“Ned-” Peter moans.

“No. It just keeps getting worse-”

“Ned.”

“Christ. Okay, hang tight. I’ll be right there. Can you give the phone back to Peter?”

Peter grabs his phone back from Ned, narrowing his eyes as MJ switches out his paper towel. “Mr. Stark you don’t have to come-”

Flash stumbles where he stands. “What?”

“Of course I’m coming,” Tony snaps. He sounds angry, Peter thinks. “Look Pete. By what Ned says you’re losing a lot of blood. Try to stay awake until I get there okay?”

“It’s jus’ a nosebleed. I’m fine.”

“I’ll be the judge of that. And remember- no passing out!”

Peter is halfway through objecting before he realizes Tony has hung up the call. Exhausted and hurting and embarrassed, Peter throws his phone at the sinks. Flash edges towards it and picks it up, wiping off the blood with his sleeve.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

Already Peter feels his anger ebbing. He sighs, leaning his aching head against the cool metal of the stall. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for.”

“Of course he does,” MJ says while Ned nods in solemn agreement.

Flash looks nervous, a characteristic that is decidedly very un-Flashlike. “They’re right. I’ve been a dick. And you still saved me from getting flattened by Jake.”

“He had it coming.”

“Maybe. But I’m still sorry.”

A thick silence floods the bathroom, interrupted only by the sound of Peter’s steadily dripping nose. Looking more earnest, Flash wrings his hands together. “I’m sorry Peter. And not just for this. For- for everything.”

Peter.

He smiles even though it makes his head spin. White spots are gradually eating away at his vision but he elects to ignore them. “It’s cool, Flash. I promise.”

“How touching,” MJ says.

Another wave of dizziness passes over Peter so strongly that he can’t see straight. He feels three sets of hands hold him up as he struggles to breathe in air through his mouth, the blood he had been keeping in dribbling out onto the floor.

“Oh my God!”

Tony.

His mentor’s swimming image suddenly appears as Peter dares to crack open an eye. He looks disheveled but alert with worry, his hands replacing Peter’s own at the bottom of his nose. “I said no passing out, remember? I really can’t leave you alone for three seconds-”

For some reason, Tony’s presence has Peter feeling weak. Because it’s safe. It’s over. “I got blood on the sweater you gave me,” he says. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? What? Kid, shut up.”

“I really liked it. I’ll still wear it. Promise.”

Over Tony’s shoulder Peter sees Flash with his hands in his hair, chest heaving with unbelief. Despite everything, the look of shock on his face makes Peter smile.

“How’d this happen?”

MJ and Ned both look at Flash. Peter tries to open his mouth before Tony can notice but it’s too late. He stares at Flash with suspicion. “Well?”

“Um. Uh-”

MJ sighs in annoyance, crossing her arms. “Peter took a punch for Flash.”

Tony doesn’t look surprised by this. If anything, his expression softens. “Of course he did.”

“Was nothin’,” Peter insists. He’s not sure if he feels like throwing up or fainting. Maybe both. “That guy had it comin’. Jus’ like that mugger las’ Friday-”

“Okay!” Tony interjects loudly, patting him on the shoulder. “I think it’s time for us to head out. Feel up to a trip upstate?”

Peter can’t nod. He uses his free hand to give Tony a bloody thumbs up.

“God, kid. You’re a disaster.” Tony helps him stand and grunts when Peter falls heavily against his side. “A bloody disaster. Literally.”

“He’s a hero.”

Everyone looks at Flash in surprise, another wave of awkward silence following his words. Flash blushes fiercely but looks straight at Peter regardless. It feels like an apology, like understanding. Something warm in Peter’s chest distracts him from the throbbing pain in his face.

“Thanks Flash,” he says, surprised that he means it.

Because maybe, just maybe, they could be friends after all.

[adelheidvonschicksal]

Cuddles and Confessions | Todoroki x Busty!Reader

Request: The reader has a nature quirk and was training with Recovery Girl. Shoto fell in love with the reader when she was helping him with his injuries, he doesn't know that reader also likes him too. The girls in 1-A caught how the two would always share a loving gaze at each other and decided to make both of them confess.That's all I could describe and you can add anything you like, also you can add a smut in the story if you can.

The reader is quite shy about her chest area because it's too big( like Momo's), but Shoto loves to rest his head on it like a pillow.

Warnings: Smut and fluff, Mineta being Mineta

Part 2 

Todoroki scowls behind the hand he holds to his face. The half hot and cold user doesn’t understand why Aizawa would send him to the nurse over a simple nosebleed rather than let him continue training. Less he understands why Mineta, a boy he’s almost positive doesn’t like him besides as competition, would trip over himself to unnecessarily escort him to said office.

All becomes clear when the shorter boy impatiently swings open the door and sings out for the young girl pouring over books at Recovery Girl’s desk. “(Name)-chan!”

You along with Recovery Girl lift your heads at the greeting. Though, the one Mineta calls (Name) gasps out at the rush of blood that finally overtook the tissue he had gotten. You stand up, ignoring and for lack of better words running over Mineta as you hurry to see the injury.

Now, Todoroki completely gets it.

Reasonably pretty with dramatic curves highlighting your bust puts you right up that shameless pervert’s alley.

“What happened to you!” you speak out, and Todoroki steps back to get away from your sudden intrusion on his personal space while you finally notice the other human you knocked over after his weak complaint of how cruel it is for you to ignore him. “Oh, hello, Mineta, what are you doing here,” you say bluntly before drawing your eyes back to the boy with an actual wound.

“I’m hurt! You should give me a kiss!” Mineta begs, pointing to his now bruised head where you knocked him over, and you cringe slightly before your sensei pulls him up into her own arms.

“I’ll take care of this one,” she instructs and grabs onto the little pervert for you, “you can handle the Todoroki boy.”

You nod as Mineta squirms in a too tight hold before pulling Todoroki by the non-bloodied hand towards the bed. You let him settle down on it while you pull on a glove. “Can you put your hand down for me?” you request. When he does, the blood floods freely down his face. “Wow, whoever hit you really knocked ya good, like bam!” you tease, pumping your fist towards him, and he frowns slightly.

“I didn’t get hit. It’s just dry.”

“Sure, I believe you!” you answer to spare his ego while he squints slightly since you obviously did not believe him.

”I don’t need to be here. It’s just a nosebleed, it’ll stop on its own in a few minutes,” he says, getting up and preparing to leave right there before you interrupt.

He’s obviously one of those tough guys. If you had a dime for every one of them you met at this school, you’d be a rich bitch. “There’s no reason to walk around with a bloody face when I can just fix you up right here. More importantly, I’m not going to let you. So please sit!” you say, hold onto his shoulders, and push him back down onto the mattress. He supposed he can’t get out of this one and to just get it over with.

”Now, can you tilt your head?” you question, pausing him when he tries to tilt his head back. “Not back, it just makes the blood go down your throat when you do that.”

He nods and holds his head down for you as you lean over to get a better look. He gets a clear shot to look down your shirt from this position, the top button undone and offering a view full breasts bound by a bright colored bra. Lingering there, he has the passing thought about just how round and fluffy they look. He holds away his blush easily enough and shifts his gaze up to your face without a word.

“I don’t think it’s broken,” you finally conclude after a few careful pokes and prods.

“Because it’s not an impact injury,” he reminds you. You finally accept his story and give a slim smile.

“Sorry, but I kind of have to kiss you now okay?” You say, and this time he can’t stop the slight red that does come to his cheeks.

“Excuse me?” Todoroki interrupts slightly miffed at and doubtful of the suggestion.

Sensing the agitated aura, you clear your throat and explain, “It’s uhm...it’s just part of the job,” you say, not really being fond of this yourself in some cases like the purple boy. You quickly cup his cheeks to force him to look at you, only to hesitate when he stares at you.

His eyes are so pretty.

You smile and press your lips to his forehead.

Cue inner panic as he tries to process how close you are and the calming sensation of your quirk that plays opposite the frantic beating in his chest. He clenches at the sheets under him, palms sweating as you pull away and wipe away the remaining blood with a firm but careful touch.

"Done," you say. "How does it feel?"

“It healed,” he remarks, amazed that your kiss actually did as you said.

“See that wasn’t so bad! Definitely better than waiting it out,” you reply and jokingly add, ”mainly because I like to think I'm a half decent kisser."

He flushes. You weren't entirely wrong. Your lips were so soft and smooth, no roughness to them at all. Not that he'd say it. Before he can respond to your joke, Recovery Girl cuts you off. Thank All Might for that. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Uh...oh! Right, right!” you frantically say as you look around the random drawers and desks. You finally pick out what you were searching for, a bright colored lollipop. “Would you like some can—where the heck did he go?” you question to the surprisingly empty space on the bed.

“You took too long as always, if you have time to flirt—”

“I wasn’t!”

“—you have time to remember where things are,” Recovery girl sighs and releases her patient as well before glancing over to you with a scowl, “For the love of—fix your clothes girl before you have an accident.”

“Ah! Why didn’t you tell me sooner!” you whine and adjust your buttons. You lament why she felt the need to torture you in front of the cute ones while Todoroki was dealing with his own problems back in class.

He couldn’t stop his heart from racing, cursing inside his own head for the new distraction to his training. Lust isn’t usually a problem for him since it's rarely on his radar to think about the fairer or less fairer sex for that matter, but he can’t stop re-imagining your chest in his mind, the kiss against his skin, and how’d both would feel together against him.

“Todoroki-san, are you alright? Your nose is bleeding again,” a classmate randomly points out to him, one that he can’t quite remember their name, but he nods all the same while quickly wiping away the new stain.

“I’m fine.”

“This is going to be annoying,” he thinks as he looks at the new smear of red on his hands. It’s then that he decides to do his best to avoid ever going to first aid again.

Life had other plans.

The last match of the sports festival is like a blur. The only thing he remembers is a hard impact before it all got hazy. The next is your vaguely familiar voice, calling to him; this incredible comfort from you cradling him, carefully running your hands on the back of his head; and Bakugo lying flat on the ground under Midnight before the world went black again.

When he opens his eyes, it’s to blaring lights that only dull in comparison to you leaning over him.

“He’s awake! Hey, Granny, he woke up!” You sound so incredibly happy about that and your eyes are a little red like you’ve been crying. The idea was a bit ridiculous since you didn’t really know each other.

“I told you he’d be fine, didn’t I?” your teacher responds, and you pout.

“But his head looked so bad! I couldn’t help it!” you complain, eyes watering a bit more.

“Stop blubbering. First Midoriya, Uraraka, and now this. People count on you to keep your calm as a healer. If you’re panicking, they’ll panic.”

Y-Yes, ma’am,” you sigh then furrow your brows as you drop your head. Todoroki stares, finding the drop from your happy expression oddly disheartening considering what he's been through. 

Sighing, she smiles sweetly at you. "I'm sorry, dear. It's not your fault, I honestly didn't expect this when I put you in charge of the first years. Usually they're pretty tame, but this class is a lot stronger than usual. You've been doing a good job to keep up at this level. I know I can be a little mean, but it's because I just want you to improve so pick your chin up."

You smile softly. "Yes, ma'am. Thank you," you say before you notice her holding onto some restraining cloth. “Don’t tell me you’re going with that where I think you’re going? That’s just mean...”

Recovery girl nods in agreement before smiling bitterly. “It can’t be helped.”

You shake your head as she leaves the room. “(Name)," you perk your head up, "mind telling me what happened—I can’t really remember all too well. I know both Bakugo and I were out of bounds.”

You frown slightly. “Well, Bakugo’s attack knocked you out or well your ice did too when you tried to stop the blow back, I guess...and he didn't really want to accept that so Midnight had to knock him out.”

“So, I lost.”

“Afraid so, but you got second!” you say a little cheerfully, and he sighs as he tries to force down the remaining thoughts about his family for now before moving to leave. “Wait, you shouldn’t move now!”

“Isn’t there a reward ceremony I should go to?” he asks even if it’s one of the last things he wants to do right now.

“Well, yes, but—“

“GET THAT DAMN MUZZLE AWAY FROM ME! I'M NOT A FUCKING DOG!"

Todoroki scowls. "Is that-"

“Yeah...they thought it would be best to separate the two of you,” you laugh and nervously rub the back of your head, “Anyway, I’m sure you’re tired since you had to fight so much so take some time to rest. If anyone asks, I’ll just lie and tell them that you’re still a little woozy," you say, holding your index finger to your lips in a "hush, hush" manner.

Todoroki nods, allowing himself to accept the kindness you freely offer. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome!” you chirp.

Todoroki curls back onto the bed as you go to check on a second-year also sent into first-aid for a minor injury. He sets his head back against the pillow, trying to collect his thoughts that last match. In all the jumbled mess, there’s still a slim memory breaking through of you when you held him, and he remembers how safe it had felt in the moment, like the fighting was finally over when you held him. Finally, he could recall what you were saying to him in that moment: it was going to be okay. He sighs and spares another glance your way, and when you catch it, you smile.

That look, sunny and encouraging and brimming with this expression of dismissed concern and absolute relief over him, is one of the very few good things about today. He thinks that maybe he wouldn't mind seeing it again sometimes, if that was an okay excuse to visit outside of injuries.

Todoroki frowns, clutching his hand over his chest as he hurriedly looks back up at the ceiling.

For some reason, his heart is racing again.

Just great.

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“I can’t stand forest lodges,” Kaminari yawns and stretches his arms behind his head as the class waits to board the bus. “Goodbye, school; goodbye, wifi; goodbye, society.”

“I don’t see why you’re complaining, Kaminari,” Sero interrupts with a pat to his shoulder and points his attention towards Todoroki. “We all know Todoroki is going to miss school more than anybody.”

The topic of conversation looks up, escaping his thoughts and blinking in confusion at the two boys talking about him.

“He’s just so accident prone, I don’t see how he’ll survive in the woods.”

“Oh, you’re right.” Kaminari says loudly, glancing at Todoroki to make sure he’s a part of the conversation now. "I remember a time when Midoriya used to go to first-aid all the time, and now it's Todoroki. I guess it must be contagious."

“Can you blame him when every sneeze is an excuse for him to see his girlfriend,” Sero snickers.

“It isn’t like that...she’s a friend,” he corrects.

Sero winces. “Ouch, I hope you let her know that ‘cause I don’t think she’s on the same page as you, buddy.”

Playfully, Kaminari shakes his head. “Don’t worry, man, I’m sure she’ll find some other guy to keep her company now that Todoroki isn’t there to scare them off.”

Todoroki grimaces, his mouth suddenly filling with a bad taste. He’s sure you wouldn’t but—

“Enough already, stop teasing him and get on the bus,” Momo scolds as she boards the bus by a quickly following Ochaco.

Purposely bumping into his arm, Ochaco agrees with the boys. “It’s okay to admit that you’re in love with her!”

“I’m not in love with (Name),” he states bluntly.

“Is that so?” she asks skeptically, and Todoroki pauses as her eyes twinkle. He knows that look--she's thinking something to get him, he just knows it. “Fine, then, describe her to me.”

Todoroki furrows his brow. “What do you mean? You know her well enough.”

“But, how would you describe her if you were talking to a stranger, someone who didn’t know her?”

He rolls his eyes. “What’s the point of this?”

“Just do it!"

Sighing, he thinks about the words that first come to mind when he sees you. “She’s loud…talkative,” he begins, stating the obvious. “Very kind and helpful,” he says before moving on to your physical aspects. Several words come to mind, pretty being one along with your shape, your height and hair color being the others, but he settles on the fact that you’re always joking around, and his eyes soften as he smiles faintly at the thought, “and she has a really big smile.”

“Yep, you’re in love,” Ochaco states with a giggle, and Todoroki scowls. The freaking she-devil. “She likes you, too.”

“What gives you that idea?” Todoroki monotonously questions, walking onto the bus and taking a seat across the aisle from her.

“Well, besides that little smile you had there. You’re always extra sweet to her, and you talk way more with her, not to mention you always get that puppy-eyed look when she’s around. It’s pretty cute actually!”

“Not about me, Uraraka,” he interrupts, about to completely ignore her if she continued with his more obvious hints.

“I was getting to that,” she chides, “(Name)-chan is always fussing over you or trying to sit next to you at lunch! She even made you a bento for heaven’s sake!”

“Isn’t that what friends do?”

“I mean, well, yes, but girls just have a sense for these kinds of things!” Ochaco dismisses.

“And you’re sure?” Todoroki questions, neither denying or accepting Ochaco’s correct insinuation that he liked you.

“Double sure!”

“I think you should, I just got this feeling she’d accept, you know!” Kirishima suddenly adds in, leaning over Todoroki’s seat from behind.

Todoroki sighs. He supposes everyone is in on his love life now. If he had one, of course. He does.

“Speak of the Devil! Guess it’s Todoroki’s lucky day after all,” Kirishima remarks, taking a glimpse out the window to see you waving and speedily jogging up to the bus.

“HEY, AIZAWA-SENSEI, SEKIJIRO-SENSEI, THE OLD LADY AND I ARE HERE! SORRY, WE’RE LATE!”

“Who are you calling old!?” Todoroki glances out the window just in time to see Shuzenji popping you on the knee with her cane, and you stumble to grab your wounded bone.

“Ow...why!?” you gasp as Recovery Girl boards with class 1-B, and you ungracefully hop to Class 1-A’s bus.

“Holy…” Mineta mumbles, his own personal bouncing and swishing sound effects going off in his head. He wipes up his drool before pushing Kaminari towards the aisle. “Get up!”

“He-Hey! What are you doing!?”

“Just move it, I’m not missing this opportunity!” The purple boy states as you shuffle further down the bus lane. He already got rejected by one pretty black haired girl, now he wasn't going to lose his second chance for a two-piece, aka breasts and thighs. He finally pushes the blond out the seat from him, and Kaminari grumbles and sits next to Kirishima. “Hey, (Name), why don’t you sit over here, it’s warm for you,” Mineta sleazily offers, patting on the seat next to him, and he thinks he’s home free as you look over to his side of a bus and a smile spreads on your face. “Score! Come to me (Name)!”

You don’t pay any mind to the grape, rushing two more rows down from him. “Shouto!”

“Good morning, (Name)," Todoroki replies calmly. 

You fidgeted your fingers a little, nodding to the empty aisle seat. ”Do you mind if I sit next to you?”

“Go ahead, it’s free.”

“Of course girls like Momo and (Name) would like pretty boys like Todoroki. Life is so unfair…” Mineta weeps in a new depression, his world crumbling.

“Can we sit next to you, too, Shouto~?” Kaminari whispers behind him, and Shouto huffs while you’re too busy setting down your things to notice the teasing.

“Thanks, I'm so glad I got to come with you guys, this trip is going to be so much fun!” you smile, and he forces his gaze ahead as to not blush.

“I think so, too, (Name)! Right, Todoroki?” Kirishima tries to help, but it only serves to make everyone else knowingly laugh a little.

Todoroki decides it would be best for his soul to leave his body or he’ll never make it through this trip alive.

A couple minutes go by on the bus trip, with Aizawa promising a stop each hour, not that anyone cared since everyone is too busy goofing off. It’s amazing that anyone could manage to fall asleep, yet Todoroki always manages to surprise you as he closes his eyes and leans his head back to sleep.

You spare a glance at him every now and then between talking to Ochaco beside you and Mina and Toru in front of you. Then, a bump in the road stops your discussion as Todoroki grumbles in his sleep. He slouches deeper into his seat and comfortably leans his head against your arm and the side of your breast.

Flabbergasted, you clam up and fight down the hotness that tries to flood your cheeks.

Why would he even—

“Aw, isn’t that just precious?” Ochaco giggles and the two girls in front of you giggle.

“You’re such a dirty girl, (Name), making your move while he’s asleep,” Mina teases. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Wait! It isn’t what it looks like! He did it on his own,” you whisper and try to carefully shrink away from him, but he only slides down further to completely rest against your chest. “Eep!”

“But you like it! You’re glowing!” Toru says, and an invisible finger pokes at your cheek.

“Will you all be quiet!? He could wake up any second,” you lowly hiss.

“Good, then you can tell him you like him when he does,” Jiro adds on from behind Ochaco as she and Momo glance over to you.

“Does everyone know?” you gasp, and Momo nods.

“Basically, well, except for Todoroki-kun, apparently.”

You groan and use your free hand to face plant into. “Ugh…He probably just ignores it.”

“No…he’s honestly that dense, (Name)…” Kaminari comments. “It’s actually pretty impressive.”

You sigh. “What if you’re wrong, and I embarrass myself?”

“You won’t! Just find a romantic spot once we get to the lodge and confess!” Ochaco encourages.

“Mrm…maybe." You groan. Glancing back at the boy leaning into you, you nervously hum. "Let's just see when we get there, first," you think.

 ---

“I’m so tired!” you groan and fall on your butt in the dirt. You didn’t realize camp meant training camp with cat people. 

“Healer’s are rare, even rarer ones who can fight. So, I want you to train closely so you can become a battle medic.”

You sigh. Honestly, sometimes Shuzenji is so sweet and other times you’re sure she wants you dead. Worse yet, you still haven’t confessed to Todoroki. You had plenty of chances to do so but it always failed for one reason or another, usually by the fault of one of your oblivious classmates. 

“You’ve gotten a lot stronger since you last trained with us.”

Surprised, you blink up at Todoroki standing over you. “You think so?” you ask hopefully, and he nods.

Trying to remain humble and avoid looking like a dork, you hold in the need to smile. “Thanks! You looked pretty good over there too!” Definitely, he did. Both with his quirk and sweating through a tank top, with strong biceps on display and stocky build hugged by his shirt. Pushing those thoughts away, you glance back over to his training zone where the pot is stone cold. “Although, it looks like they’re trying to cook you rather than train you.”

“It helps regulation,” he says, noticing your own equal amount of sweating. Then, he finally pays attention to the light jacket you’re wearing. “Aren’t you hot in that?”

“A little, but I’m fine, really,” you answer, but in truth, you don’t really like the attention summer clothes bring to, well, places.

“Here,” he says, offering his right hand to you. You grab it, letting him pull you up to your feet as cold chills over you at the same time to cool you down.

You smile softly. “Thanks…”

You let the silence take place as he still holds onto your hand, wrapping your entire hand up soothingly. Hand crusher, you thought not. It’s a perfect opportunity to tell him you liked him. You almost do before he quickly drops your hand and turns away. “Come on, we should get cleaned and start lighting the fires for dinner,” he says monotonously and leads the way towards the lodge.

You frown. He’s completely unfazed or so you thought.

“(Name),” he says, stopping. You almost ran into him because of how sudden it was. He looked at you, face barely having a noticeable change in shade as he averts his gaze from you and anxiously strokes his thumb along his pants pocket.

“What’s up?” you ask, swallowing thickly as he switches to look at you with this deep gaze that has you near about the burst. 

Too bad he loses his nerve to say what he wanted to and settles calmly on, “What are you in the mood to eat?”

“Oh...” you frown, dropping your head a little as you kick the dirt at your feet. “Noodles maybe? I’m not picky though,” you reply.

Ochaco places her fists on her hips while Mina pouts at the scene that just played out. “They need help,” she whispers to Mina.

“Right…this is just getting painful,” she agrees before perking up. “I got an idea,” she announces and quickly whispers into Ochaco’s ear who nods along with her explanation.

“You sure that’s a good idea?”

Mina laughs. “Well, no, but I’m sure Todoroki will forgive us at the end of the day!” she says hopefully and pushes Ochaco to help her go talk to class B.

Just after your bath, you go up to your room at the request of your teacher for some last-minute training for whatever reason. When you got to the room, you somehow got roped into a conversation about yourself and your “sort of” boyfriend. Sometimes she really acts like your own grandma, especially when two girls come to her to expose your crush and talk her in on their little plan while you were still bathing.

“When I was your age, it took me less time to go through three boys in the time it’s taken you to get one,” she replies with a short laugh, as you bury your head into your pillow to try to block her out.

“It’s not my fault! I just can’t figure out how to get him to notice me in that way,” you explain once again while a knock suddenly comes from the door. Shuzenji shakes her head, patting the back of your leg before walking to the door.

“You always make everything difficult. I know his family, and I know the way he acts, but he’s still a teenaged boy, if you really want him to notice so badly just use what your parents gave you.”

“W-What!?”

“You just have to pretty yourself up a little more like me,” she suggests. “Everyone wants to walk me home,” she says, and you have no idea if she’s serious or not.

“Seriously?”

“Of course, you think I carry this cane around for my health?” she chuckles and finally opens the door.

You gape. “Granny don’t answer the door when you’re saying things like that!”

“Hello, (Name), Shuzenji-san!” Mina greets. Your eyes widen as you see both her and Ochaco supporting a limp Todoroki between the two of them. “Are you two busy?”

“Todoroki-san, what happened to him?” Recovery Girl “questions” concerned.

“He just spent too long in the hot springs so he’s a little dizzy,” Ochaco hastily explains. The truth is they just sucker shot him with someone’s quirk on his way out the Hot springs, but you didn’t need to know that. “Do you think he can rest it off here? It should only be for a few minutes.”

“Of course, (Name)-chan, why don’t you sit him on the bed?”

“Oh, okay!” you agree as the two girls drag him in and basically drop him into your arms. You grunt as you adjust to holding him. Heavy bastard.

“Thanks, you’re the best!” The girls cheer while you fall back onto the bed, sitting on the edge with him groaning in your arms. “Well, we got to go fix dinner and all!”

“Hold on girls, I’ll come with you,” Shuzenji says and turns to you, still trying to lift him up. “I’m going to go help monitor the other students, so I’m leaving him in your capable hands until he’s feeling better.”

“But what about my training?” you ask, squirming to get from under Todoroki weighing you down towards the bed.

“What better training than hands-on?” she responds, and you almost wouldn’t have suspected anything if not for the slight inflection to her suggestion.

”I-I can’t do that!” People get licenses revoked and jail time for what she’s insinuating. “W-Wait! You can’t leave me with him like this, Shuzenji-san!”

“He’s your patient, make sure you take good care of him,” she says and closes you in.

You finally fall back to the bed in a huff, crushed under your crush. He doubles down and wraps his arms around you.

You stay like that for several minutes, awkwardly letting him lay on top of you as you wait for him to come back down to earth. The effects seem to be wearing off because he keeps mumbling every now and again rather than the soft breathing and groggy groans from earlier.

“(Name), you smell nice,” Todoroki mumbles under his breath.

You flush and try to coax him off you now that he seems to be getting a clearer head. Well, enough for you to try to run before he completely realizes the position you’re in. “Shouto, I have to get up."

Sighing, Todoroki refuses to move, cuddles tighter to you, and lightly rubs at your sides. “Don’t,” he requests and nuzzles against your chest. You just feel too good to let go right now.

“You have to let me go.”

“Why?” he demanded, slightly irritated at your moving.

“Someone might walk in and get the wrong idea!” You hope he can’t hear your heart going crazy as you become his personal pillow, but he can. Clearly and loudly enough to give him some courage.

“Would that be so bad?” he asks, anticipation pulling at his heart and mind.

“Yes!” you say, and he sighs into your skin, regret sinking into him. “If one of the teachers come looking for us, we'll get railroaded then everyone already thinks that we like each other, and—”

“They aren’t wrong, not completely,” he interrupts softly, weakly sliding to get off you. He holds a hand to his aching head, not completely sure why it was hurting except for a vague memory of too much pink. “I’m sorry, I just need a second, and I’ll leave you alone.”

You frown, guilt swelling inside you because you hadn’t meant it like that at all but also happiness that he felt the same way as you did. He clumsily stands to his feet, but you stop him.

“Wait,” you say and pull on his arm. “I didn’t mean that I didn’t want that. I like you, too. I just didn’t know if you liked me back, and I didn’t want to do anything that could run you off,” you confess, waiting patiently for a response from the quiet boy. When he doesn’t, you nervously place a small kiss on the corner of his lips.

Shouto blinks a few times, and you wonder for a second if he even knows where he is. He does, and you suck in air as he leans in to kiss you again, soft lips pressing against your slightly parted mouth. You close yours and press them against him innocently. Getting the feel for it, you gently open your mouth to suck his bottom lip. His breath tickles slightly each time he pulls away before meeting you for another passionate kiss.

In seconds, you’re pushing him down.

His arms go around your waist, his tongue along your own, and he moans at the way your chest hugs and molds against his chest. You share a few more kisses, slow and gentle, savoring the taste of each other as he runs his hands over the small of your back just at the hem of your shirt.

He loves the feel of your skin warm against his fingertips, unable to wait any longer to touch you now that you’re his. All his.

Large hands cup your cheeks, settling your forehead against his own. You inhale deeply, taking in the sweet scent from the hot springs. He pulls his hands away, lowering them to your shoulder. He slides his thumbs over your skin in tender strokes. “(Name), can I touch you?” he asks, squeezing your arms before pecking you again.

“I—that’s okay,” you answer and kiss him again, the passion from before returning.

Calloused fingers pinch at your sides, gliding down the outline of your body. His touch is warm and comforting. It has you growing hotter, and a familiar knot begins to grow inside you. The same can be said for Todoroki as the bulge against your leg swells.

His hands rake over your ass and trace up your spine. Carefully, he massages your back under your shirt before moving to the front of you. He softly squeezes the side of your breasts before gripping and following the strap to where it hooked in the center. He already has the first hook undone. You gasp in his mouth as the cups loosen, and he moves one hand to pull up your shirt.

“Shouto-kun! A-Ah~” but the next hook already unpairs “S-Stop! Don’t touch me there!”

Flustered, you thrust off him and hold your hand to your chest to stop your bra from sliding further.

Eyes stretched wide with worry at your sudden jerk, he stammered, “Sorry, I got carried away.”

“It’s not your fault, you just surprised me a little is all.”

“I’m sorry, is this better?” he whispers, kissing your neck. This time he holds his hands to your stomach and more slowly works his way towards your chest, but you pull away again.

“N-No, I mean…I don’t want you to see,” you reiterate, and he tilts his head at your bashful expression. “I don’t really like them.”

“I don’t understand why you would be embarrassed,” he softly says. Pursing his lips in thought, his gaze slowly drifts down you from head to toe. He can feel himself get harder as he studied your cutely flustered face and the way your arm squished into the soft flesh of your chest. You were so beautiful through and through. It hurt that you felt that way about it since he really liked your figure.

“They just kind of get in the way, and they aren’t super perky like smaller or fake ones,” you explain with a scowl.

“That doesn’t matter to me, I want to see them because they’re yours,” he promises, and you flush lightly and play with the edge of your shirt. He smiles faintly and lovingly kisses your lips. “You don’t have to. I just wanted you to know that.”

Mustering up some courage, you nervously pull your shirt up. You don’t have the fortitude to toss both your shirt and bra off together all sexy like, so you let your shirt fall to the bed before removing the next article. You chew your bottom lip, crossing one arm under your chest to rub at the other.

“S-So,” you question, not daring to look him in the eye as butterflies fill your stomach.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mutters, making your heart soar. You whimper when his lips meet the crook of your neck again.

Todoroki gently bites, and you tense as he cups your breasts. You shiver as his tongue glances across your pulse, and he squeezes into the firm yet soft globes before gently caressing to let them overfill his hands.

“They feel good,” he thinks out loud before glancing back up into your eyes. “Are they sensitive, too?” he whispers against your lips, and he brushes his fingers across your nipples.

You release a soft mewl. He kisses the top of your breasts, ghosting loving nips and bites along your skin before closing his mouth around one of your sensitive nipples.

You hug him to your chest, moaning. Impatiently, you rock against his lap, stroking his clothed erection. He groans and sucks harder, pulling the taut nub between his teeth before moving to the other side. Todoroki tweaks the other bud, warming his hand against your skin.

Weak and needy is all you feel when he releases with a wet pop and licks your saliva covered skin before smothering his head into your chest and biting into the supple mounds. You flush at the attention given to them as he pushes you down onto your back and settles between your legs.

“Shouto,” you moan, and he blushes slightly from the sweet way in which you say his name.

“(Name)…” he whispers before kissing you again. Slowly, he began to grind against you. He jerks and lightly bucks against you, his hard cock rubbing you outside your clothes. He keeps his lips on yours and his hands cupping and caressing your breasts.

Your eyes flutter, your tongue swirl with his, and you needful-ly suck on his pink muscle. Aroused, you lift and grind your womanhood back against him, finding the good mixture of pressure and friction that has you almost there.

Todoroki gasps, biting back a moan. “(Name), I’m close,” he chokes out, tightly squeezing his eyes shut as he tries to hold back.

You lick his lips, tangling your hands into his hair and mussing the colors together. “I know, me too,” you whine, wrapping your legs around him. “Please, make me cum, Shouto,” you mewl, and he buries his head against your shoulder as he slows his pace but drags himself more heavily against you, and each rub has you throbbing until the dam finally breaks.

“Shouto! Sho~” you cry and hold onto him tight, and he picks up his pace to see you through and meet you there. He’s almost there, your moans driving him crazy faster.

So close.

“Knock! Knock! Dinner is ready!” Mina announces and swings open the door on your mini-love fest. Ochaco tags along, obviously coming to see the results of their little experiment but she goes wide-eyed and red face before turning away with a squeal as she catches the last of off-guard grinding and Todoroki’s hold on you as you submissively cry out.

“T-Todoroki! We told you to confess to her, not whatever this is!” Ochaco squeaks, pointing blindly in your direction.

"You mean sex?" he answers for her irritably, like she legitimately didn't know what it was. "Because I'd like to finish doing that if you don't mind."

"J-Just don't say it so casually like that!" you groan as Ochaco stammers something along the same lines.

At that moment, you pitifully whine and curl up against Todoroki in a vain attempt to cover yourself, and he finally gets the idea to lay down on top of you to help you cover up. At least it’s them and not one the boys, but that helps little to soothe you in this situation.

“You know what, we’ll just go…you two take your time,” Mina says, awkwardly, and carefully pulls the door back closed.

Sighing, you look back up at Todoroki, unsure what to say. “Should we keep going, then?” he genuinely questions.

You clear your throat. “I think it’s better if we don’t keep them waiting,” you answer, not much liking the idea of them knowing you were off having sex somewhere.

Though, Todoroki’s annoyed pout was a cute result as he lifted off from you and helped you find your clothes.

You came downstairs for dinner, and there’s an obvious tension to the air that has you gulping as you sit down for an awkward dinner. You suppose the looks of embarrassment, sweat, and shame goes a long way in communication.

Shortly and with minor teasing, dinner goes along normally with you lightly picking at your food while Todoroki seems less than concerned about the atmosphere as he slurps down on soba especially now that he cooled it down with his quirk.

You almost relax until the person in front of you speaks.

“Why does Todoroki get to hug (Name)-chan’s boobies? I wanted a feel, too,” you barely hear across the table from the most obvious person in the room... "at least there's still Yaoyorozu," he thinks wistfully.

Your face goes hot as you choke on your dinner. You open your mouth to protest, but that’s before you hear the clicking of chopsticks next to you. Todoroki casts a sharp glare, that even has you a little worried, especially when a chill begins to flow through the air.

“Mineta...I can’t guarantee your safety on this trip if you keep talking about my girlfriend in that manner, so I suggest you shut up and keep your thoughts and your hands to yourself,” he threatens, ice creeping up the legs of the table and over Mineta’s seat.

“Y-Yeah, I got it, I won’t do it again,” he vows between chattering teeth. Well, at least not when Todoroki is within hearing range.

“Calm down, Todoroki, you’re going to freeze the food,” Kirishima warns him.

“It doesn’t matter, mine is already cold,” he explains indifferently, finally letting go his glare as the conversation moved on. “I can also just heat it in my mouth if need be.”

“But you’re not the only one who needs to eat!” Kaminari barks out.

Todoroki nods in understanding and glances at you. “(Name), does your food need to be reheated?”

“No, I’m good!” you answer, more concerned with the drumming in your chest. He called you his girlfriend.

"If it gets too cool before you finish, tell me."

"I will."

“Sure, sure, that's good for her! But what about the rest of us!?” Kaminari repeats.

Todoroki blinks. “What about you?” he sasses and returns to his soba with a loud slurp.

You hold back a laugh as the rest of the table complains at an indifferent IcyHot boy.

Afterward, you decide to settle down in the main room together in a far-off corner where no one could bother you as you sit between his legs with his arms drawn around your waist and his thumbs discreetly massaging the underside of your chest.

You would have to wait until everyone went to sleep to have some alone time to continue where you left off.

[elenamegan14]

Twisted Wonderland: Headcanons for Dorm Haunted Houses Pt.5 - Octavinelle

MASTERLIST

Part 4

Probably the longest headcanon one I had so far. LOL.

TW: Slight dubcon elements and submechanophobia. 

THE ATTRACTION: 

This dorm’s haunted house is quite unique because it’s a mish-mash between a cruise ship and the jazz lounge hall from the Roaring 1920s. For some reason, after thorough research, Azul wanted to include ‘submechanophobia’ (fear of animatronics submerged in water) into the haunted dorm concept himself. 

Azul went crazy with all the merchandise - there were T-Shirts, posters, the most adorable set of acrylic keychains! And the piece of resistance is a two-song single that he and the twins have recorded. It has a physical and digital release, of which the latter had 1,300,000 downloads in just one day. 

The promos are crazy too. The way the staff had shot the commercial for the dorm’s haunted house is so cinematically professional that many were taught it was a real movie itself. Luckily, Azul also recorded the dorm’s theme. PS: They also did Pomefiore’s promo video too for a cut share of 15%.

Azul wanted to increase his clients on Monstro Lounge, but he cannot go easy on the student participants as well. He wanted to hear BOTH screams - so the treatment for the students in the survival game and the guests is going to be very different from another. 

Regular guests will be scared in a standard manner: jumpscares from animatronics, a bit of gas blowing on their necks - NO TOUCHING AT ALL.

As for the students… well, they’re most likely to get attacked ALL THE TIME. Your name it: physical touches, animatronics dragging them to their ‘doom’, etc. That’s why the dorm made a contract clause to the participants warning them that there will be physical touching and a safe word is provided. Most participants did not read this except for a few. Like MC and Jack. Unless they purchased his charms. 

Yes, the octopus capitalist had created their own charms that worked only for this haunted house ONLY. It protects students from the monsters, well MOSTLY. 

Perhaps because he was attached to the band he, Floyd, and Jade once made back in middle school, he wanted to include the entertainment aspect as well, perhaps for nostalgic sake. Plus, he did it because he knew people would pay money to see hot idol guys singing jazz songs. Of course, he did, why do you doubt him so?

“Do instruments of torture count?” Floyd asked during the first band meeting. Azul quickly dismissed it. And no, mayonnaise is definitely NOT a musical instrument. 

When guests and student participants arrived in the dorm’s haunted house, they were lured into an abandoned pier. During the walk in the eerie, fog-infested docks, guests could see some posters of missing people, old posters of a cruise ship trip promotion, a poster featuring the Octavinelle band in old-timey fashion and old news articles about a tragic malfunctioning animatronic accident. 

As they approached closer, they could hear several jazz songs, including electro swings coming from somewhere. Guests also noticed some abandoned, dilapidated animatronics that was missing some parts, giving it a frightening outlook. What really unsettles them most are writings on the wall that are written either in blood or blacks markers: “TURN BACK!” “WATCH OUT!” “STAY AWAY FROM THE CRUISE SHIP!”

They arrived at their destination: a large cruise ship was waiting on them. On the entrance, the dorm staff sold their merchandise and charms to the students themselves. Already traumatized by the two previous haunted houses, most students hurriedly buy the charm itself. Grimm wanted one because there is no way he would want to be “attacked” again, but Deuce managed to stop him from buying an ‘unnecessary’ object (“Unnecessary my foot! We’re talking about the benefit of humanity here!”).

Ace secretly buys one. “There’s not wrong with being prepared!” He whispered to himself.

Entering the den of the beast, they went inside a lavish foyer area that is reminiscent of a scene in titanic. Chandeliers, art deco furniture, and art, as well as posters of the animatronic bands, were shown in meticulous detail. 

They were then seated at a wide, spacious restaurant theater area. The staff hyped the audience by asking them to sing a few lines from Azul’s song, before introducing Azul’s band like in a jazz concert. 

They began the pre-show in a unique way. Azul is a showstopper mysterious owner and headline singer for “Monstro Lounge”, the cruise ship that is rumored to have a multitude of people missing. Floyd and Jade are his lackeys with the same headline as well. 

Azul charms the audience with a siren-like voice, putting the audience into his trance. For some reason, the Octavinelle trio tends to direct their gazes, winks, and fanservice towards MC the most. It then evolved into a Broadway show-stopping number.

The way Azul plays his piano is started off slow, increasing his tempo and so does his seduction and flamboyance. He makes an expression that one could mistake as a man experienced in the bedroom. 

Floyd goes crazy with his drums. Meanwhile, Jade plays his contrabass with grace and elegance, fingers touching it lightly but spicy. 

Many female clientele almost had a nosebleed... or this close to fainting. 

AZUL UNBUTTONED HIS SHIRT TEASINGLY DURING HIS NUMBER. They’re starting to lose it. 

Oh, the fan’s screams actually racked up their scream counter. There’s no cheating here - who says that happy screams can’t count? 

Yes, Azul does sing on top of the piano. 

After they finished their show, Azul then unleashed one of his proudest creations, an animatronic of a lovely mermaid doll that began to sing like an angel. Then, with a snap of fingers, he unleashed a multitude of doll-like merpeople animatronics that looked strangely alive as her accompanying orchestra, playing a haunting, eerie song. 

During the middle of the show, one of Octavinelle’s actors came to the stage, shouting about his “long-lost daughter”, followed by a couple more people. Despite the actor playing as security told him to go back to his seat, the father ignored him and embraced the mermaid doll animatronic - his daughter. 

In his “rant”, he cursed the Octavinelle trio of deliberately hiding his daughter for three years and turned her into this “monstrosity”. He then declared that he will rescue his daughter from this “vile place‘, unaware that the Octavinelle trio had placed knowing smirks and grins on their face. Begging for his “daughter” to recognize him, the mermaid doll slowly gazed upon her “father”...

...and “tore” his neck apart. Fake blood spewing everywhere, his screams reverberated through the dance hall. 

All of the animatronics came alive and started to gruesomely murdered the intruders as well. 

“Well, this escalated quickly.” Ace muttered at the disturbing sight. 

A guest suddenly screamed - the area is suddenly filled with water, causing the guests and student participants to hurriedly run to the prepared exit. 

The students have enchanted some parts of the aquarium walls where merpeople students could appear in and out of the aquarium water on the wall without spilling the water everywhere. So guests and students participants were often surprised by sudden appearances of the tweels, Azul, animatronics, and staff splashing out of the wall from nowhere. There had been many who claimed to have a heart attack from these encounters. 

As they run through the aquarium walls, the guests and students are spooked with various animatronics of mutated sea creatures, merpeople, and even a FREAKING shark animatronic that chases them around persistently. They appear at random times, and their designs would surely put submechanophobia (fear of underwater animatronics) into their very souls. 

As they moved on further, they entered Azul’s office and workshop - where gory remains of the missing people experimented into animatronics were seen. Horrid screams and desperate shrieks rang all the way - some were even trapped halfway into the animatronic itself. 

Azul had two forms for this haunted house dorm: the first is his regular jazz-lounge entertainer animatronic suit with art deco and aquatic elements. The next form is almost the same except his animatronic parts are more revealed, some parts of his clothes tattered and his tentacles are fully shown. Some guests and students secretly yearned to be trapped inside his “tentacles”.

“Fu, fu, fu… come. Let me squeeze you, let me touch your flesh...” “Yes, please.” A guest squeaked, face flushing red.

The tweels have the same elements as Azul did in their costume, except they’re identical and much more muted than Azul did. Their second forms are their merforms, but with faded mechanical parts and some fresh BLOOD on their teeth and torso...

The final stage and centerpiece of their haunted house is what Azul is most proud of. Thrown again into a twisted version of the animatronic warehouse with aquatic background, the now revealed “animatronic” Azul hypnotized the whole audience with his siren-like singing on a small stage, beckoning several guests into the sweet embrace of his tentacles. Fun fact: most students and guests could not resist the temptation and got ‘squished to death’ instead. Yep, no subcontext here at all. 

THE MISSION:

The students and the guests are separated into different groups, with a glass aquarium wall to divide them. 

The guide relayed the charm mission to them: this cruise ship is infamous for having animatronics and automatons to serve and entertain their guests. But many years ago, there was an incident where an animatronic, fed up with being abused by a spoiled heiress on her sweet sixteen birthday, mauled her and nearly drowned her in the aquarium. 

Their mission is quite simple: get the charm inside Azul’s office then get out of cruise ship “ALIVE”. They were told that they have three chances to find it inside the office itself, or else they would be “eliminated” and had to start all over again. 

But first, they must survive his “show” to get to his office. The students were a bit confused at this part until later.

During the show, they soon learn why they were separated from the guests with a glass wall.  

While the guest audience’s part is flooded with a small bit of water, the student's parts were unleashed with a torrential burst of water that they have to run to. Everyone (who is on the student side) by the end of this segment is wet from head to toe. 

“Damn you, Azul! Once I get out of here, I’ll fry your tentacles!” Grimm growled, drying his soppy fur using his fire magic. 

Octavinelle’s challenge is 90% of Patrick Star’s “WEE WOO WEE WOO” moments. 10% of it is just trying to survive.

The animatronics hissed, jumped, and even grabbed them at random times, which puts the NRC students into a looooot of stress since it attacked them more than once!

Oh, yes, and the mechanical shark will burst out of the “wall” when you least expect it. 

“WHAT THE HECK IS WITH THIS HAUNTED HOUSE?! THIS IS VERY UNREASONABLE!” Cried one student before a mechanical shark got him. 

But the ones who purchased Octavinelle’s charm walked in smoothly - the animatronics did not attack them directly, the staff stayed out of their way - all is good and right in the world...

Spoiler alert: Did they say that the charm protects them? Of course, it did… EXCEPT AGAINST AZUL AND THE TWEELS. 

Yup, Ace learned the hard way when Jade came out of nowhere and tried to drag him inside the aquarium water. The screams that Ace had bellowed does not do justice to how fast he runs. 

“YOU SAID THIS CHARM WOULD PROTECT US!”

Epel read the terms and agreement again, “Oh, whoops. It also says here, that the charm doesn’t guarantee to protect you against Azul, Floyd, and Jade. Should have read it thoroughly.”

“I can’t read while I’m getting chased!”

FLOYD DOES MOST OF THE DAMAGES. Physically and emotionally. 

He first started by licking Ace’s face. Who knew that eel’s tongue is long.(“Nooooo! I feel so physically violated!” Ace ran to the corner and sobbed.)

Epel had a heart attack when he felt someone smacked his ass. As does Deuce. Then Jack (his tail got roughly grabbed as well). 

Jack screamed out all the safe words. Deuce and Epel shouted all kinds of colorful swear words they could ever know, even the foreign ones. 

MC’s ass received the same treatment, but they also received an additional playful grope. And then Floyd licked them. MC was screaming and flustered at the same time. 

“Shrimp-chan is cute when startled!” He cooed before he splashed back to the water. 

There were a LOT of complaints after this event this over, particularly threats of suing Azul for inappropriate sexual harassment. But then the staff asked if they all read the terms and agreements. They all went silent and got on with the next haunted house challenge. 

MC’s group tried to murder Floyd by chasing him down underwater, but they realized that getting inside the water would actually disqualify them. They all promised DEATH upon the Octavinelle trio for putting them into this mess and extorting them out of their money. 

Now there was one this brutal and competitive student who wanted to get the charms himself. So he kinda lures MC using the infamous “Wounded Gazelle Gambit” trick. In MC’s defense, the act was kinda convincing for a student.

They were not prepared to be chained up and kicked outside to the water, leaving them to drown after they got frisked by that said student for the charms. “In this world, only the mighty wins!” 

For a while, MC is left trying to hold their breath while desperately trying to free themselves from the heavy chains. Just as their oxygen almost ran out, Jade managed to see MC struggling underwater. He managed to get Houdini MC out of the water, asking if they’re okay and who actually did this to them. While MC struggled to answer, refusing special treatment, MC decided to get back into the game and get the charms back.

Jade also decided to deal with the violent troublemaker as well, and he just knew what to do with the mechanical shark that he controlled. 

To get to the office, the students went to another path, carrying them to a room filled with water and several large pieces of ice. They had to carefully cross through the thin layers of ice amongst the water. There was a mechanical shark circling around, sniffing for its late-night snack. 

Already five students fell victim to it. 

The ice is slippery, MC’s group is struggling to stay afloat and they do not see MC anywhere. 

Epel does spot a student cackling as he carries two familiar charms. 

“What have you done to them?!” Ace growled. 

“Oh, I guess I made them sleep with the fishes.”

Deuce’s inner delinquent is awakened. He roared and attacked that said student, attempting to avenge poor MC. There was pulling, tugging and pinching. 

Just as that competitive student got the upper-hand to Deuce… well, surprise, surprise, guess who’s back, back again. 

“HISASHIBURI-DANNA, BITCH. BET YOU’D THOUGHT YOU’VE SEEN THE LAST OF ME.” MC, wet from head to toe, raised their fist, punching that said student and causing that student to release the charms. Deuce quickly grabbed them both before they lost it again, then gave an additional uppercut to that said student. The competitive student staggered backward...

...and then the mechanical shark jumped out of nowhere from the water and dragged the student into their watery doom (kidding: that jerk student got thrown out of the cruise instead. INTO THE TRASH BIN). 

The remaining students reached the front of the office, but they could not open the door. Turns out, Azul had enchanted the door so that it can only be opened by using one, particular, embarrassing pose. Oh, and they have to cry out the written words as well. 

“The complete flame in our chests shall not be extinguished by anyone! We are… THE PHOENIX!” They all pose like a phoenix. Once it’s done, there isn't any student that collapses out of sheer humiliation. 

The Octavinelle Trio secretly recorded it. Either for blackmail or marketing purposes, take your pick. 

Once they were inside the office, they were given a riddle and three chances to find it: I am violet, I sing in a limited voice and I am trapped. Find the key inside me. 

At first, they thought it was a musical instrument - but there aren’t any musical instruments that colored purple - unless someone dyes it. Also, they cannot find anything remotely similar to a musical instrument. They finally narrowed down to a purple scorebook, a purple-colored radio and… a music box. 

They decided to select a music box... and voila! The charm is found! It’s a good thing they got enough to share on their brain cells, eh? 

The last challenge after getting the charm is to escape from the cruise itself - but they have to go through Azul to do exactly that! Yup, they have to resist Azul’s hypnotic singing, struggling to escape straight to the exit. Because of Jack’s sensitive ears, he had repeatedly tried to walk straight to Azul, only for Epel to knock him out for a good measure and carried Jack around like he was nothing but a potato sack. 

MC nearly succumbed to hypnotism but Grimm managed to snap them out of it by slapping them repeatedly. 

Azul sighed, “And here I was thinking I could get a chance to get close to you than Floyd did.” 

Yep, they definitely did not waste any chances of getting out of here before Azul starts singing again. 

The Octavinelle Dorm staff is considerate enough to give the students wet towels and a warm drink to keep the students from getting cold. Meanwhile, Ace, Epel, and Deuce joined in the protest about the inappropriate misconduct before they unleashed their rage on the nearby prepared dummies after being told that their contract’s terms and conditions had warned them that there will be touching and the staff is not responsible for it. 

Perhaps getting wet is a good thing because the fiery presence of Scarabia’s haunted house might be able to keep the cold away...

Part 6

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Could I request hearts for Nalu please? ❤️😊

Here you are, dearest! I hope you enjoy! 

Strawberry-Lemon

Natsu’s nose twitched as a heavenly scent wafted up his nose, and, like a demon preparing to rob a baby from its cradle, he squatted on all fours in the frame of Lucy’s window, salivating shamelessly as she aroma drifted in through the entryway of her kitchen. If he had a tail, it would be wagging non-stop; whatever she was baking in the kitchen smelled absolutely delectable, and it was making him ravenous. The instant he had caught wind of it on the street, he knew he had to have it. Really, Lucy was all but inviting him in; why else would she leave the windows open and allow it to spill out into the cobblestoned streets? She would’ve known that Natsu would come pestering her on a Saturday; it was ritualistic at this point. Well, Natsu wasn’t about to refuse a downright open invitation for food, now was he?

Lithe as a jungle cat, he hopped down from the windowsill to prowl across the laminate floor of her apartment, swiping his tongue across his lower lip and taking a second to suck up some of the drool leaking from his grinning mouth. Lucy wouldn’t like it if he slobbered all over her floor like a hound dog. His stomach was twisting into knots at the anticipation; it was baying like a hound itself, and he put a hand over his belly, drawing his abs tight in a vain effort to silence its greedy howls. He had no idea what exactly she was making; he only had a clear view of the kitchen table from his perch, not the counters or oven, so he was literally vibrating in suspense. Natsu liked meat best, but sweets were a close second. Could she be making a cake? Cookies? Pastries? Ugh, he had to know and then sink his teeth into whatever it was!

His footfalls were silent as he snuck down the hallway. Just as he had arrived in the entryway, nearly panting like a dog with his pupils shrunk down in voracious desire, his belly gave a particularly adamant yowl of demand. He froze as the gurgling sound echoed in the quiet apartment, staring at Lucy as she jumped and whirled around. She was holding a plastic spatula coated with some pink batter, and it splattered across the countertop and floor with her sudden movement. Natsu’s face slowly turned the color of his hair as he gawked owlishly at her, one leg still hiked up in a tip-toe and his arms held out wide on either side to maintain his balance.

“You didn’t have to sneak in here, you know,” she said finally once she realized it was the dragon-slayer who had come calling. She jutted out a hip, resting her prim little hand on it as she puffed out her cheeks indignantly. “I left the window open for a reason! Jeez, you’re gonna give me a heart attack one of these days.”

A stupidly giddy smile split Natsu’s face at the fact that Lucy had indeed left the window open just for him. His foot fell down to the floor in a happy little scamper. He pranced like a baby deer up to her, green eyes alight with glee as he peeked into the bowl of pink batter she had been stirring before he startled her. His nostrils flared as he breathed in deep, his heightened senses allowing him to discern that the delicious scent he had been so enraptured with was strawberry. No wonder he had been gripped with an overwhelming need; strawberries reminded him of Lucy’s smell. Hers had a slight undertone of lemon, though, which made for an interesting combination that made Natsu’s tongue tingle a little bit every time he caught a whiff of her.

“What are you making?”

“Cupcakes!” she answered jovially with another twirl. She jabbed the spatula back into the bowl of batter to resume stirring it with gusto. “Valentine’s Day is coming up, and so I thought that I might make cupcakes for everyone at the guild.”

“That’s gonna be a lot of cupcakes,” he frowned thoughtfully as he tried to do the math in his head. It proved too daunting a task. It seemed he had arrived before any of the cupcakes were finished, so he walked over to her kitchen table to flip a chair around and straddle it, resting his crossed arms on the chair’s curved back and propping his chin down on the meat of his forearm.

“Where’s Happy?”

“He’s with Wendy and Carla. We were walkin’ and happened to run into ‘em, and they said they were going shopping, so he went with ‘em because Wendy promised to take him to the fish market.” Lucy laughed and said something along the lines of “sounds like him.” Natsu had stopped listening because he was enthralled with the way her body moved as she repeatedly swirled the thick batter around, her arms flexing with each turn. One wouldn’t think it when looking at her, but Lucy was toned; his keen green eyes flickered as he watched the tendons subtly stretch beneath the milky skin of her arms. Her hips bounced a little too as she dug into the batter, trying to eliminate any remaining chunks of powdery batter. Sexy… he thought absentmindedly.

Natsu’s face immediately blazed with a fiery blush again, and he hurriedly jerked his gaze away to the much less interesting bag of flour beside her. Natsu really didn’t know what to do when it came to Lucy. He liked Lucy, a lot; he probably even loved her. He just didn’t understand it all that well. He had never been in love before. He knew that platonic love and romantic love were supposed to be different, but he didn’t know how to act differently to express how he felt. He was handsy and made off-handed comments and such, thinking Lucy may get the hint, but so far it seemed to him that she thought they were really, really good friends. That was true, of course, but it was frustrating because Natsu wasn’t sure how to upgrade.

“There. That oughta do,” Lucy said to herself. He looked back to see her grab a nearby baking ban for heart-shaped cupcakes. With a small grunt, she hoisted the heavy bowl of batter up and began spooning it into the holes. She had clearly made double or even triple the recommended amount in order to feed the whole guild, because the bowl was nearly spilling over with the frothy pink stuff. Natsu’s eyebrows quirked as he noticed her arm begin to tremble violently with the strain of hefting it up, and she began to grow red-faced and out of breath. Wordlessly, he slung his leg over the chair to push himself up and tottered over, easily hooking his arm behind hers to push the bottom of the bowl up with the flat of his hand and reduce the strain on her. “Oh, thank you, Natsu!” she cried, throwing him a grateful, beaming smile. Natsu felt his heart constrict in his chest, and the twisting pain almost made him drop the bowl. God, he loved it when she smiled. It was so gorgeous that it was enough to make a man’s heart halt in his chest.

Lucy filled the pan and they eased the bowl back down onto the counter. Natsu had to try real hard not to stare at her behind as she walked over to the oven to slide the pan in. Natsu didn’t want to figure himself a pervert, but it was so hard when she bent over and it was just… right… there. Oh, God, now he wanted to slap it. Biting down on his knuckles hard enough to draw blood, Natsu whipped around so he wasn’t looking at her anymore, eyes shaking as he blushed hard enough to pop a blood vessel and get a nosebleed. God dammit, why did she have to be so stupidly gorgeous? If she ever got an inkling of the kinds of thoughts he had in his head, she would slap him silly.

“Natsu? You okay?” He nearly jumped a foot in the air as her innocent voice rang over his shoulder. He couldn’t look at her until his blush quieted down, so he just laughed nervously, zooming to the fridge to begin rifling through it without thinking of what he was pretending to look for.

“Yeah, um, I’m just, really thirsty!” he lied quickly as he grabbed random things that were definitely not made for drinking, like a bottle of ketchup and a jar of pickles. Lucy watched him with knitted eyebrows until he picked up a bottle of water and his frazzled brain successfully registered the fact that it was a beverage, in fact made for drinking. He slammed the fridge closed and bolted upright, laughing again before guzzling the entire bottle in about three huge gulps. “Ah, that’s better!” His voice was several octaves higher than normal due to his heightened anxiety. He tossed the bottle at the trashcan, thinking maybe he could look cool after a whole minute of looking like a freak, but it bounced off. He watched with big green eyes as it bounded across the floor only to land right back at his feet. “Goddammit,” he sighed and plucked it up to deliver it to the trashcan like a normal human. Lucy giggled, doing that thing where she held her hand up to her mouth, and Natsu thought he might die.

“Heehee, anyway, would you like to help me make the icing, Natsu?” She waited patiently with an expectant look as his fried brain struggled to process the question. “Yes,” “yes,” you want to say “yes,” Natsu, he reprimanded himself after a moment too long of consideration.

“Er, yeah, I’d love to!” he responded jovially. As she turned around, he shrunk back into himself, biting on his nails. Did he look too excited? It was just frosting, for crying out loud. Lucy didn’t say anything, so he sighed in relief, thinking that she must not be thinking anything of his excitable behavior. He walked back over to stand over her shoulder, watching with curious eyes as she piled the frosting ingredients into the bowl.

“Here! Stir this!” Natsu jumped back as she suddenly whirled around to shove the bowl and a whisk into his hands. He had been standing right behind her, close enough that his breath was puffing over her ear, and if it hadn’t been for his reflexes, the bowl would’ve tipped, and the stuff would’ve gone spilling all down his front. He grabbed the bowl in a white-knuckled grip and began whisking it, trying to keep his cheeks from turning pink again. For a second, he thought Lucy’s cheeks might be pink, too, but she spun around to go check on the rising cupcakes for him to be sure. “Mhmm, they smell so good,” she admired breathily.

“Yeah, I can’t wait to sink my teeth into ‘em,” Natsu growling in appreciation as he continued to lackadaisically swirl the frosting mixture. It was thickening rapidly into a white, gluey paste, requiring him to put a little more backbone than he would imagine putting into whisking frosting. Man, and Lucy does this a lot. This is hard work! He thought as she came over to peek into the bowl. He lowered it so she could inspect it properly.

“You’re doing good.” It was a light compliment but Natsu gushed like a teenage girl about it anyway. “By the way, you only get one! I want to make sure there’s enough for everyone,” she warned him firmly, waggling a finger in his face. He scowled slightly; one measly cupcake wasn’t enough to satiate his rapturous hunger, but he didn’t want to see Lucy upset after all the hard work she was putting in for everyone. “Promise me!”

“Yeah, yeah, I promise, sheesh,” he huffed as she took the bowl from him and set it on the counter. He poked out his lips in a childish pout. “But I’m starving, Lucyyyy…”

“I’ll make you dinner after this is done, okay?”

“Woohoo! You’re the best!” he howled in glee and threw up his arms into the air. She looked over her shoulder at him with a smile and an amused huff. By this time, the cupcakes had finished baking. Lucy removed them from the oven and set them on some potholders, allowing them to cool a bit before plucking them from the molds. They filled the pan with another batch and slipped it into the oven before returning to the next task, icing the cupcakes. Natsu kept fluttering around her, asking if they were ready yet, and she kept barking that if they didn’t cool enough the icing would melt all over the place. It was an agonizingly long time until she allowed him to pick up a butter knife and begin smoothing the creamy mixture over the rounded tops of the cupcakes. He found it a task that required more delicacy than he imagined, as he kept doing it sloppily and getting icing all over his fingers. Not that he cared, because that just meant he got to lick it off. Lucy made him wash his hands every time, though, saying that no one wanted to eat his spit.

After that she let him douse the cupcakes in pink sprinkles. Lucy showed him a neat trick where she filled a bowl with the sprinkles and dunked the cupcake into them, coating the icing evenly in sprinkles. Natsu marveled at her ingenuity, and she got all flustered when he called her a genius and lavished awe on her. After about an hour of repeating the process, Natsu was now salivating at a big red serving plate laden with their masterpieces.

“They all look so delicious… I don’t know which one I wanna eat,” he said as he crouched down so he was eye-level with the treats, inspecting each on critically with his eager fingers drumming on the table. Lucy laughed from where she was washing the dishes at the sink.

“Choose wisely, because that’s the only one you’re gonna get until tomorrow.” Natsu whined loudly at the impossible task before him. They all looked so perfect! After a few minutes of deliberation, he plucked one that looked particularly delicious and stood up, turning to her. She was just finishing, wiping her hands off on a dish towel.

“Here, Lucy. You try first!” he grinned and shoved the cupcake against her lips, smearing a little of the frosting on the underside of her nose.

“What? I thought you wanted to eat it!” she cried, voice muffled by the spongey cake smooshed against her lips.

“You worked so hard to make these! You deserve to get the first one!” he insisted. Natsu’s stomach was yowling and scratching at his insides in angry protest, but Natsu knew that was the right thing to do. Shyly, Lucy opened her mouth to take a dainty bite of the cupcake, chewing thoughtfully when she drew away.

“Yummy!” she beamed. “We make a great team!”

“What? We knew that already,” Natsu laughed and proceeded to pop the entire cupcake into his mouth. It made his cheeks bulge out like a chipmunk’s. He instantly melted into the chair he had been sitting in, the mute tang of strawberry mixing with the divine cream frosting making him ascend into blissful nirvana. “Ahhh… That’s so good,” he said as he smacked his lips and continued to work at the thick frosting coating his tongue. “Now I’m sad I only get one,” he moped with a longing look at the cupcakes.

“You should’ve savored it instead of eating it whole!”

“I was so hungry though,” he pouted, but he knew better than to test her ire by attempting to sneak another one. She enclosed the serving tray with the matching lid before picking it up and putting it on the counter to deliver to the guild the following day. He could tell she was beat by the way her shoulders sagged and she sighed every few minutes and her eyes drooped. Nonetheless, she was tying a new apron around herself and pulling out pots and pans.

“What do you want for dinner, Natsu?”

“… You don’t have to,” he refused suddenly. She looked up at him wide-eyed from her spot on the floor, half-way through pulling a skillet from her cabinet.

“What? I thought you were hungry.”

“Well, I am, but,” he scowled as he fought his ravenous belly, “you look so tired after baking all those cupcakes… All this cooking is hard work… It’s not cool of me to impose like that.”

“Oh, now you grow a conscience?” she laughed teasingly before standing up, skillet in hand. She flipped it around before plunking it down on the stove. “I don’t mind,” she told him gently, and the way her expression softened made him bolt upright in his seat. She was looking down at the empty skillet with an almost… loving expression. “Cooking for the people I care about isn’t a chore. I don’t mind at all, Natsu.” She flipped her head around, tossing her lovely blonde hair, and Natsu was hit with a wind of that lovely lemon-strawberry scent that made his nerves go wild. “You don’t have to answer. I’ve got a recipe I’ve been wanting to try out,” she chirped, turning her back to him again as she tried to reach up above the stove where her shelf of recipes sat. She pursed her lips as she accidently shoved it back, out of reach of her wiggling fingers. “Oh, dammit, let me get a chair.”

Natsu was behind her suddenly, with no recollection of even moving, reaching up to easily pluck the book she had been grasping for from the shelf. She tilted her head back to stare up at him as he lowered it into her waiting hands. “Oh… Thanks, Natsu.” She gawked at him as if expecting him to retreat. His body was caging her against the stove, his chest just barely pressing against her back, arms slowly reaching around to grip the stove on either side of her body. His nostrils were flaring as he drank in that scent of her, the tangy zest of lemon-strawberry, his nerves singing with every puff of it that wafted up his keen nose.

Natsu didn’t know what to do about Lucy, but his body did.

He was suddenly aware of how big he was compared to her when his hand slid underneath her chin, fingers stretching all the way to the undersides of her ears as he gently turned her face over her shoulder. Lucy did not resist; like a puppet to his will, her body folded for him, allowing him to maneuver her as he wished. He scanned her wide brown eyes for any sense of fear or discomfort as his face hovered over hers, only a few centimeters away. She didn’t seem scared; her eyes were blown wide, shaking, but Natsu could discern the unmistakable glimmer of excitement and anticipation brimming in the rich brown depths.

Still, he wanted to be sure.

“Can I kiss you, Lucy?” His voice was husky, raw with months of suppressed desire. Her eyelids twitched as if she were a doll suddenly springing to life. She blinked once, twice, before looking at him in mild surprise.

“Of course you can, Natsu.” She phrased it as if he should know, which made him flush lightly in embarrassment. Who knew how long she had been waiting for him to pull a move? He squirmed uncomfortably, all the confidence he had just had in the moment dissipating like it had drained out the soles of his feet. Lucy giggled that little giggle that made his soul light on fire and reached up to thread her fingers into his cotton candy-colored tufts of hair. “Kiss me,” she demanded in a breathy whisper. Natsu felt a pleasurable shiver sing up his spine. Dammit, she was sexy, looking at him through lidded eyes and ordering him around like that. Hot damn.

He didn’t keep her waiting any longer. With a wolfish smirk, he dove down to smooth his lips over her own. He relished the way her nails scratched along his scalp as soon as he made contact, and the contented hum that vibrated against his moving lips. His thick arms encircled her waist to tug her against his body, because it felt like she simply couldn’t be close enough to him. Their noses bumped a little as he passionately kissed her; it felt like his hunger for food had morphed into a hunger for her mouth, because he couldn’t get enough, not nearly enough. His tongue kitten-licked at her lips, begging for entry, and when she parted her lips for him and he got a taste of her he nearly collapsed on the spot. Strawberry cupcakes and icing and lemon-strawberry bliss, that’s what she tasted like. It might as well have been alcohol because he was drunk on it.

They separated but only just. Natsu’s eyes flickered down to watch the string of saliva snap between their moistened mouths. Hot damn. It made him want to kiss her once more so he could see it all over again. Her fingers were lovingly threading through his messy hair, and her head fell back against her shoulder as she opened up her eyes to gaze at him with a feeling so powerful that Natsu wanted to cry. “I love you, Natsu.”

“I love you too, Lucy.” He smiled and hugged her as he nuzzled his cheek against hers. She made a happy purring sound that had his veins humming with unbridled glee. He had never heard the sound before, but dammit if he didn’t want to hear it more, every day for the rest of their lives. She allowed him to hold her for a moment before she straightened up and began grabbing random implements to cook.

“Natsu, do you want dinner or not?”

“Yeah, but I don’t wanna let go,” he said as he buried her face into the crook of her neck and breathed deep. Lemon-strawberries tickled his nose alongside the fine blonde hairs. He had spent so long wishing to hold her like this; he was gonna get his time’s worth. Lucy exhaled deeply in resignation.

“All right, all right, but I have to go to the fridge,” she said. Natsu shuffled his body along with hers like a male penguin toting about its young. After a second, a thought occurred to him.

“Hey, Lucy.”

“Hmm?”

“Next time you should make lemon frosting.”

“Like strawberry lemonade cupcakes? Now that’s an idea,” she said, pausing from the chicken was slicing against the cutting board. Natsu grinned to himself, burying his face further into the warmth of her being.

No… Like Lucy.

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Business Boost

Maekami was cleaning the glasses, preparing to open the bar, even though he knew that there would be little to none coming. After all, ever since Lord Satanick returned from his, to put it politely, endeavours, despite no bunnies dying recently, it had been raining on and off for the past few days. He wished that it would stop. It was ruining his business. But nonetheless, he put away the glasses, sitting down and hoping that nothing would happen in his bar like what happened in the last few days.

Of course, his wish was a long shot, as the door slammed open. The poor bartender sighed, already knowing who it was as he felt a blade pointed at his back. “Ah, Miss Hanten, I would like to advice you not to cleave my body into half like you did last month.” Maekami grabbed a bottle of alcohol from the shelf, not moving from his position as he started to wipe it. The blade’s pressure lightened a bit, making him sigh in relief before the other answered. “Oh yeah? Why should I?” He held out the bottle to his side, ensuring she had a clear view of it. “Mr Gyakuten ordered this specially. Said he wanted to try making Mr Sullivan feel better so he would put up more of a fight. If you made me break it, I’m sure he wouldn’t be too pleased with you.” He heard a huff before the blade was removed fully from his back and turned around to face her. Clearly she was bored since she had picked this particular time to come to the bar. She threw the blade on the floor right at her shadow. “You could just put it back on the shelf, you know?” “A fight would still cause it to break, and I prefer to not take this chance.” “You’re boring. I really wanted to bring them out, but it’s not until a few more days, so it’s all boring.” “Speaking of them, where are your other friends?” He slowly placed the bottle down onto the shelf. “Kurotsuno’s doin’ something, shopping for more chocolate probably. Met followed her cause she wanted to talk about something with her. They said they’ll be coming later though.” Hanten slumped against the counter before bonking her head against it several times. “I’m bored I’m bored I’m bored he said you would be free but you’re not so I’m bored...” Maekami couldn’t help but feel bad for her (even if she wanted to fight him originally). Pulling out a few magazines from under the counter, he placed them next to her before answering the confused look on her face. “Speaking of Met, she left a few magazines here. You can look through them while waiting for them to arrive.” The sound of thunder tumbled outside before he continued. “Which won’t be for a while. Hopefully it’s a light shower.” He turned around after that, going back to cleaning up the bar before he opened it, the only thing telling him that she was taking his advice was the sound of flipping pages. At least that bought him some time before she got bored of the magazines. He was proven wrong about half an hour later, however, when he heard the counter being slammed. Immediately trying to defend himself from any possible attacks, he turned around, only to see that she was deep in thought. “Say, Maekami, the bar’s always almost empty when it starts raining, right?” The question caught him off guard, since Hanten had never displayed any signs of interest in his business. “Yes...?” He answered, curious as he wondered where she was going with this. She held out the magazine that she had been reading and pointed at the page on the left before handing it to him. “See this one? It seems like this is popular with humans. And it seems like the sort of thing that’s popular in our world.” “A maid cafe?” The page had some... very indecent pictures of human girls in extremely tight maid costumes. He didn’t know that Hanten was into such things... Maekami took a mental note never to give Met’s magazines to her ever again. “Well, duh.” Hanten seemed to be smirking as she tilted her head to the side a little, making her attempt to look innocent fail. “Even I know that.” “...why exactly are you showing me this?” He wasn’t too sure about her plan. Her behaviour was very erratic, unlike Anten’s, making it hard for him to predict her. “God, you’re daft.” She sighed before continuing, “If you can hire a few demons to dress up, your business will go up in no time. Then you can get more people to tend to the bar. Then you don’t have to stay in the bar all day. Which means, you have more time and I can finally have a proper fight with you!” At least her reasoning was mostly sound, and reasonable, with only one problem. “I won’t have enough to pay them. And besides, it’s difficult to find people to do such a job.” “Then I’ll help you.” He had to take a minute to process what she had said. “I’m sorry?” “I said, I’ll help you.” She got off the chair, her face having this determined look that he had only seen when she was fighting him with the intent to win. He felt a sudden worry as he started questioning what she meant by ‘help’. “How exactly-“ “I’m going to go buy some stuff since you’re busy. Then we can get the plan going.” Oh boy. There was no stopping her now. He could already see her in the costume, and then Gyakuten was going to have a heart attack, and then he was going to get into trouble. “Miss Hanten, I don’t think-“ The magazine was shoved into his face as she pointed at the several humans. “Quick, pick one of them.” Sighing, he pointed at the one on the furthest left. At least, if he couldn’t change her mind, he could still ensure she was decently dressed. He soon watched her dash out of the bar, wondering what he had gotten himself into. A few minutes before the opening time of the bar, the door slammed open, once again by Hanten who was carrying a few costumes as he had suspected she would be. “Geez, these are all heavy.” She plopped them onto a seat and sat next to it. “You’re really going full steam with it, Miss Hanten?” It was a good thing the paper taped to his face hindered his vision a bit, because he was sure that he would be very distracted. Not that she couldn’t protect herself. “Of course I am!” She took the costumes and threw them at him. “The bar is opening soon, so go change.” ...He had to have heard her wrongly. “You might take some time in changing into it. I wasn’t too sure of your size, so I got a few super big ones. Hurry up, I’ll hold the fort for you while you change.” “But I...” He wanted to tell her that he couldn’t do that. It would be ridiculously embarrassing for him. She flicked her hand at him. “Quickly go and do it! Do you want me to help you to do it?” “Yes?” Maekami |||||||||||||| She huffed and grabbed the costume. “And here I thought you were a big guy who could change his clothes yourself.” Picking what he believed was the largest one, she unzipped it. He felt his sense of dismay growing. Surely she wasn’t going to change in front of him?! At this point, he could easily believe that she would do that, so he turned around, not wanting to see if he was correct. Instead, he felt something go over him. Maekami quickly slid out under the dress, preparing himself to run. There was no way he was going to put that on. “Can you just stay still? I’m trying to help here!” She flapped the dress open, looking extremely determined to win. ——————————— “Hey Maekami.” The door opened up as Kurotsuno and Met stepped in, wanting to sit at the counter before they stopped in their tracks. There was little to no words for them to say as they saw Maekami in a slightly torn maid dress and with several bite marks, looking as forlorn as someone could look when they had a piece of paper taped to their face. Sitting at the counter with several bruises on her legs and a broken arm was Hanten, who waved at them. “Doesn’t he look great in that dress?” She grinned, sporting an even bigger bruise on her cheek as she pointed at her work of art. “Eh? What happened here?” Met asked. She could see that there were some very familiar looking magazines at the side. Surely this hadn’t happened because of them? “Well, I was helping him boost his business. So how does he look?” Kurotsuno stayed amused throughout the rest of the day. Hanten ||||||||||||| “Fine, but you owe me.” She went into the toilet to change, leaving Maekami alone to sigh in relief. ————————————— “Say, Hanten should be there already, right?” “We did tell her we would meet her there, so yes she should be.” Kurotsuno and Met walked towards the bar. The rain had more or less stopped, leaving them to a muddy trail. “I feel bad for leaving her behind.” “Eh, she’d be fine. She’s with Maekami, probably having a fight with him or something.” Kurotsuno opened the door as they reached the bar. “Hey Maeka-“ “Hello hello! Take a seat, take a seat!” Another person in an oversized maid costume greeted them instead. Kurotsuno felt as if she should know who this was, especially since Met looked extremely shocked, but wasn’t too sure who it was as she was ushered to a table. She looked at Maekami at the counter who looked as if he was contemplating his life decisions as he held his face, the paper and its tape that she was so accustomed to seeing on him set aside. Turning back to the maid person whatnot, she asked the question on her mind. “Excuse me, but who are you?” The maid huffed at that question. “Honestly Kuro, all I did was change clothes, and you can’t recognise me.” Then it clicked, and she felt exactly as how Maekami looked. “Hanten, what are you doing?” “Helping Maekami. I want him to get more free time, so I need his business to get better. So, this.” Kurotsuno could only nod, unsure of how she should react. “This was...unexpected. How about you, Met? Met?” When she received no response, she turned around to see the ghost girl on the floor, unconscious with a severe nosebleed and in a puddle of her own blood or sweat.

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And now you know why I was dying of laughter yesterday (it was funny to me, ok?)

There is a (very) faint line between genius and insanity

Just goes to show that I have many screws loose in my head

[saikostories]

MHA - Dreamless Nightmare pt1

The fact that it wasn’t his alarm that woke him should’ve been the first realisation that the day was going to be complete and utter hell.

But of course he couldn’t have known that with how peacefully he slept, snoring mindlessly into his pillow without a care in the world.

He hadn’t any of his usual nightmares that night.

For the first time he hadn’t woken sporadically, drenched in a cold sweat and clutching at his chest not knowing what had even happened in the dream that slipped away so quickly he hadn’t even realised he’d been sleeping.

Nope, no nightmares at all, and there weren’t any ordinary dreams either, just simple sleep that weighed his limbs down and numbed his head making him almost think he could sleep for a million years.

Midoriya blinked harshly, sleep pulling his eyelids down and lulling himself into the falsity of just, ‘five more minutes.’ It was the most rested he’d felt in a long time and his body craved just a little more of it.

The past couple of nights had nearly driven him to recovery girl with how hard he was pushing himself.

He’d been helping Kirishima, Ashido, and Kaminari study for an upcoming test.

which he didn’t mind of course, he was always happy to help!

But.. With his own studies and the extra training he’d been doing, his sleeping time was, well to put simply, greatly reduced.

Plus the nightmares started popping up and any sleep he did get after training throughout the night wasn’t very restful.

Izuku turned over muttering something incoherent as he grasped absentmindedly for the blanket that was kicked to the floor. He’d been so exhausted when he finally made it back to his room that the minute he saw his bed he completely passed out, his training uniform still on, shoes and everything.

Light shone on him and Izuku shuffled again, tirelessly trying to find a comfortable spot away from that evil sleep-killing sun.

Suddenly his eyes shot open and his brows furrowed at the wall in front of him, if he were drunk on sleep the sudden anxiety that chilled his blood sobered him up.

'It was broad daylight outside.’

Izuku double checked the window almost believing that he had to be seeing things, that the light outside couldn’t possibly be real as the pit of his stomach felt heavy.

'He still had classes.’

That heavy feeling that resided in the pit of his stomach grew more nauseating as his sleep riddled processing was ever so slowly catching up to reality.

'His alarm hadn’t gone off.’

It took him a minute to fully register that he must have overslept and the second it clicked Midoriya shot up from the bed so quickly that his leg didn’t even have enough time to untangle itself from the bedsheets before he bolted.

Without warning he tripped and fell backwards onto the floor, his ears burning with both the embarrassment of falling, and the fear that he might’ve just unintentionally skipped class.

Never in a million years, never in his entire life, had he actually skipped class.

That 'Goody-Two-Shoes,’ part of him that always tried to be a good student pounded mercilessly against his chest in anxious fear.

“Oh no,” Izuku’s mumbling was just barely audible as he unraveled himself from the sheets and checked his phone for the time, “Oh no oh no oh no, All Might’s going to kill me!”

Panicked adrenaline coursed through his veins as he flung himself on his backpack, not even caring to brush his matted hair as he raced from his room barrelling through the empty dorm and down the sidewalk like a madman.

He was. Fifteen. Minutes. late.

To All Might’s class.

Tears brimmed the edges of his eyes as he breathlessly ran down the sidewalk, dodging the faceless blurs of people that passed as if they were video game obstacles.

He didn’t even have time for breakfast!

There was no way things could possibly get any worse than that as his stomach gave a meek growl of protest.

The minute that thought innocently crossed his head he felt the pain of something hard colliding with his boot and his body lurched forward, his empty nauseous-filled stomach dropping as a strong sense of deja vu took hold of him.

This was exactly like when he’d nearly fallen during entrance exams.

The slow motion realisation as he fell forward, that sensation of his panic rising and embarrassment exceeding whatever previous intensities he thought he’d experienced.

It was all the same.

The only difference was that he didn’t stop mid-fall like he had back then.

Instead he crashed into the pavement face first, his arms sprawled out like he’d just been shot and this was his murder scene.

The tips of his ears burned red with embarrassment as he felt the stares of people stabbing into his back.

The one small, minuscule, form of comfort he had as he lay on the ground mentally preparing himself to get up and continue his sprint to class, was that no one he knew saw him.

“Whoa, dude that was a crazy fall!”

'Fudge. Spoke to soon,’ he thought a bit bitterly as he raised his dirtied, banged up face in the direction of the voice.

“Deku!? Oh gosh are you all right!”

He hadn’t thought it was even remotely possible, but Izuku felt his face flush even more than it had at the sound of her voice.

Before he even had time to lock eyes with her, a familiar touch grazed his arm and he floated harmlessly to his feet.

“Thanks, Um-” Midoriya cut his sentence short as a trail of blood started flowing from his nose and he hastily pinched it to prevent dirtying his already messy uniform.

“Sorry, thank you, sorry you uh, had to see that you know,” he mentally facepalmed at repeating the word, 'sorry,’ twice and gave his best attempt at a joking smile.

“I don’t care about that, are you okay?” Uraraka just about had a heart attack when her and Kirishima’s conversation got cut short as Izuku appeared out of nowhere and crashed into the ground.

It was like something she’d expect from a horror film..

“Yeah I gotta agree, though that was a real manly fall you did-” Uraraka gave the grinning Kirishima a discouraging look, but that didn’t stop the redhead from giving Izuku two thumbs up and praising him, “Seriously you really took a nose dive there!”

His carefree laughter couldn’t help but make Izuku smile as he shrugged, “Yeah I’m okay, just a little nosebleed, sorry for worrying you both.” His voice was nasally from having to pinch his nose and Eijiro couldn’t help the slight snicker that came with the mental image of a squeaky Midoriya.

“Dude, you sound like a chipmunk!”

He laughed again, the thought of a green haired bashful chipmunk was all too funny to him at the moment.

Uraraka punched him lightly on the shoulder, “Be a bit more sensitive! Midoriya is hurt!”

Though, it was obvious with the way the corners of her mouth shook upwards that she was trying her best not to laugh.

Kirishima shrugged and gave him a weak apologetic smile, “Sorry dude that wasn’t very cool of me, I didn’t mean it in a bad way-”

Izuku cut him off as he waved his hand in a gesture of, 'I didn’t think much of it,’ as he gave a happy smile.

“It’s fine Ker-Isph-ima!”

Just saying his friend’s name made Izuku want to cringe with how childish and slow it sounded. He could practically see that Eijiro was trying his best not to laugh at the pronunciation, but it was definitely hard with how silly it was.

He didn’t want him to get into anymore trouble with Ochaco so he carried on like nothing ever happened, “I don’t mind, I sound pretty ridiculous after all,” Izuku shrugged helplessly with a wide grin, “So what are you guys doing out here? Aren’t you suppose to be in class?”

“You mean aren’t you suppose to be in class!” Uraraka fired back as if suddenly reminded why they were even outside in the first place, “We came to get you, All Might was real worried when you didn’t show for class! We’re doing a training exercise today, so he figured it’d be best to check on you in case you wanted to try coming if you were sick.”

Midoriya’s face fell flat and all he could say was a lame, “Oh.”

He knew he was late, but he just didn’t realise he was keeping the entire class waiting..

That thought stung just a little too much and he couldn’t help but feel guilty.

“Sorry, I overslept and didn’t hear my alarm, didn’t mean to keep you guys from doing the exercise.”

“You don’t have to apologise! It’s fine! Plus I think you need the extra sleep, you don’t look so good?”

“Yeah gotta say I agree too, though I feel y'a with the oversleeping.. Jee if I had a dollar for all the times I’ve overslept, I’d probably be a millionaire by now!”

Kirishima laughed, hoping his joke lightened the mood just a little. Though in truth he was just as concerned as Uraraka was. Izuku’s face was pale despite the boy’s flushed appearance and dark circles made his eyes look sunken in and sullen.

Not to mention the knotted uncombed hair and bleeding nose definitely didn’t help, or the fact his clothes were so scuffed up and ragged with bits of dried blood from where he was just a second too late in stopping his nosebleed. The poor guy looked like he’d just gotten out of a fight.

Midoriya gave a comforting smile but it had no effect on the two. If anything it made them both secretly more concerned and they locked eyes with one another as if telepathically agreeing that the smile wouldn’t work on them.

Though Izuku really was happy that they cared, it just wasn’t anything to worry over. He couldn’t exactly say, 'Yeah I’m just exhausted from having to tutor, study, and train all at the same time,’ with the guy he was tutoring standing right there.

He didn’t want Kirishima to feel bad, it was his own fault that he overslept not Eijiro’s.

If he mentioned that it made him tired then Kirishima wouldn’t come to him for help anymore and he’d try studying on his own, which never went well at all. The last time he tried studying by himself the scores were so low that even Kaminari made fun of him..

Plus, Izuku was happy his friends relied on him. He didn’t want that to stop just because he felt a little tired?

What kind of hero would that make him if he ignored his own friends when they needed him.

The bitterness at that thought fuelled him with a stubborn confidence that made him almost sound like his usual self.

“I’m okay, I think I just spent a little too long training yesterday,” he gave a laugh as they entered the academic building and headed for their classroom.

“Well, you should regulate yourself a bit more, no one wants to see you run yourself into the ground.”

“Yeah dude you should totally take a day to chill, you look like you could use it! Oh! You know what? Me and Denki have been really getting into MarioKart, you should definitely join us!”

Izuku smiled at the thought, he had fond memories from getting dragged into Kirishima’s and Kaminari’s game battles.

The last one was a Wii tennis match that got so heated, the entire dorm started placing bets on who’d win.

Kirishima gave another infectious laugh, “He almost electrocuted me when I threatened to blue shell him!”

Uraraka gave a subtle glare, her face fuming, “I’m serious here!” She held her hands up in frustration from Eijiro’s nonchalant attitude, “He looks so worn out!”

Izuku winced but didn’t say a word. If he denied it, she’d only get more upset.

“I don’t disagree, but Midoriya’s a man! He knows how much he can take,” Kirishima grinned and slapped Izuku’s back as if giving some unknown gesture of support.

It was fun listening to their banter, Uraraka was always so kind and polite, and Kirishima was too in his own way, but the way he phrased things tended to make him sound just a bit too carefree.

It nearly distracted him from the sickening anxiety that boiled in his stomach as they approached 1A’s door.

Trying to calm his nerves Izuku fiddled with his pocket, thankful that his nosebleed had stopped, but not at all thankful that he now had to face his class.

With a grin Eijiro threw back the door, a huge happy aura practically radiating off him as he gave a thumbs up to the surprised class, “We’re back and we got Izuku!” He beamed while crossing the room and momentarily giving Kaminari a high five before taking his seat.

Uraraka gave a nervous smile and apologised for being so late before she followed in-suit, giving Izuku a wave before sitting down.

That just left the anxious looking Midoriya, banged up and battered, with dried blood on his face and a sheepish expression written over the panic in his eyes.

Milliseconds felt like years at the front of the classroom, of course he could’ve just sat down in his seat, but everyone was looking at him. Even All Might was staring from behind his desk with eyes that asked him to say something.

He had to say something.

Anything.

“I'mRealSorryYouAllHadToWaitOnMeItWon'tHappenAgain!” All at once he shouted, startling some students who were closest, as he bowed over and over again, tears bristling his eyes from the pure frustration and sincerity of his mistake.

The room was silent for a hot second before exploding into utter chaos.

“Midoriya it’s fine!”

“Dude lighten up a little we all run a bit late sometimes!”

“I don’t see the problem?”

“Though I can’t say I excuse tardiness, I don’t think people can be perfect one hundred percent of the time.”

“Hah! That’s coming from class prez!? No way! Hey Izuku he must have a soft spot for you!”

“Oh yeah Mina? If we’re talking about soft spots then maybe I should mention that puppy from the other day~”

“Shut up Sparky! That was one time! And it was really cute!”

The room erupted into a mass of chatter as if forgetting that Midoriya was standing in front of them awkwardly shifting his weight from each foot.

He couldn’t say that their reactions didn’t calm him down though.

It was a comforting realisation that maybe he’d just been overthinking it all and that his class wasn’t mad at him for stalling the lesson.

Like that feeling of breaking a window and having to tell your parents only for them to say, 'It’s fine, it was an accident after all.’

He felt his shoulders relax and breathed a sigh as the tension dropped from his body and he began to take his seat- Only, before he could get a single step in he froze in his tracks.

The guilt ridden anxiety that had vanished returned with a force so sickening that he visibly winced.

“Fucking Deku you made us all wait on your ass!”

Izuku’s smile dropped for a second as his tension was renewed and several people turned heads to look at the enraged Bakugo.

“Sorry Kacchan I really didn-” His voice was much more quiet than he would’ve liked, especially since it only made it seem he was afraid of him, which wasn’t the case.

“Like hell you did! You probably slept the fuck in didn’t you!? Fucking Deku yo-”

Izuku felt his expression drop as that sick feeling gave way to a much more cold one.

“That’s enough Young Bakugo,” the whole class was very much aware of All Might, who’d been watching uncharacteristically quiet from his desk.

“Midoriya my boy, are you feeling well enough for a training exercise today?” At Izuku’s quick nod he continued, “Then take your seat and I’ll explain what we’ll be doing!” The atmosphere lightened tremendously as All Might rose from his chair and gave an excitable thumbs up as if posing to them all.

“Today! We’ll be doing fear training!”

Izuku passed Bakugo as he silently took his seat, “If you don’t care enough to show up on time don’t fucking come at all Deku.”

It was whispered just loud enough for him to hear as he pulled his chair back and sat down, a sad feeling lodging itself in the back of his throat as his heart sunk further with guilt.

Kacchan was right, he put his entire class behind just because he was too tired to get up.

It was as if the air around him turned cold with the heavy weight of his thoughts.

Some hero he was.

He should’ve been trying harder, if he couldn’t have woken up he should’ve just stayed up the whole night..

A crumpled up paper suddenly dropped onto his desk with a light 'pact’ sound, startling himself from his thoughts and he stared for several seconds in confusion before gingerly unfolding the scrap.

'Even if you were here you wouldn’t have missed much, we were talking about doughnuts before we realised you were absent so don’t feel too bad’

'P.S I drew a picture on the back to cheer you up!

’

-Mineta

Izuku couldn’t help the half smile from breaking through the gloomy feeling he’d had, that upset feeling faded away at the scraggly handwriting. It wasn’t much, but it made him feel a whole lot better.

And the fact that Mineta didn’t turn it into some inappropriate joke like usual made him almost sigh in relief.

He could never handle those well.

Turning the paper over he froze in an expression of shocked embarrassment as his face quickly turned three shades of red. Even though no one noticed or was even able to see the paper, it still made his ears burn.

A poorly drawn, and extremely crude, drawing of a girl was hastily sketched on the back as a little doodle of Mineta sat off to the side holding a thumbs up with a trail of blood running down his nose.

Midoriya had never hidden a paper so quickly in his entire life.

He swore someone somewhere must’ve seen it, because somebody snickered when he put the note away.

“What do you mean by fear training? How is that possible?”

Izuku tuned back in, shocked that he’d even zoned out in the first place when something so important was being discussed.

He’d forgotten they were currently being briefed for their training exercise..

How tired was he to forget something like that!? He thought angrily scolding himself, irritation prickling his focus into place.

“I mean exactly that!” All Might laughed his loud thundering laugh before continuing, “You all will be working on conquering your fears!”

“It’s one thing to gain physical strength, but if you don’t have the willpower to push through your fears then as a Hero you won’t do well!”

His finger waved as he talked and his grin seemed to grow even more bright.

“Our training will be in a room designed to project your fears, our AI machine scans you and is able to show what you fear by projecting it to you!”

“Robots will take the form of what you’re scared of and the room is designed with hologrammes too! It’s a really grand piece of technology!”

“I don’t know if I like this idea very much..”

“Ah Kirishima what could you be so scared of!? You’re like literally invincible!”

“I dunno dude, just don’t like the idea.”

Izuku stared at his desk as if it had personally offended him while he tried to think of a fear.

'I mean spiders were pretty creepy but I’m not exactly scared of them?’ He thought as he tried to picture the ugliest spider he could but felt nothing towards the arachnids.

'Clowns could be scary?’ Again he went through the drill, thinking up a clown, but finding nothing scary about them he moved on.

'Ghosts maybe?’ Nope. No type of ghoul actually seemed scary? They were all fake anyways?

What other fears besides those even were there?

There was a feeling in the back of his head that gave him such an uncomfortably cold shiver. He couldn’t pinpoint it though?

It was like the idea of seeing his own fear?

It felt dangerous?

A couple years ago without a doubt Kacchan would’ve shown up, but now? Now he wasn’t really afraid of him anymore?

He even fought him, so obviously that would count as already conquering a fear? Right?

“Don’t worry!” All Might’s voice rang out cutting through the nervous atmosphere that had taken hold of the room and forcing Izuku to tune back in again.

“We’ll work our way up to what you’re most scared of! For now it’s set to your lowest fear and no one should get hurt at all! In fact! It should be rather amusing!”

All Might laughed once more and it seemed as if the entire room relaxed.

“So we- Um, so we aren’t having to see our worst fear?” Mineta’s shaking voice matched how he physically trembled at the mere thought of confronting a fear.

All Might shook his head, his smile seeming to almost widen, “No my dear boy, just what scares you the least. Like a bug or maybe it could even be a situation, like forgetting your homework?”

At that Iida seemed to pale, unable to imagine such an atrocity while others around him laughed.

“I wonder what my fear is?” Kaminari spoke up once the surge of laughing subsided.

“It’ll probably be stupid, like water or something,” Mina leaned over and tried to punch him in the arm but Denki noticed last second and dodged just in time for Ashido to lose her balance and fall out of her seat.

“Hah! You missed you alie-” He shrieked as his chair’s stability was wrongfully tampered with and he fell to the floor with a crash, a disapproving Jirou staring up at him.

“I never miss!” Ashido’s prideful snickering at Kaminari’s attempt at getting back at her echoed throughout Izuku’s skull but despite the noise he couldn’t hear them.

He was absorbed in trying to figure out what his fear was.

'Not much was scary after you’ve fought real villains.’

'What would happen if villains were his fear!?’

'Wait no, All Might said it was set to a low fear.’

“Deku.”

'But then what happens if his only fear were a high fear? Then- “Deku.” -wouldn’t that make it a low fear?’

'But what accounts for a low fear and how does the AI know?’

“De-Fucking-Ku”

'How does it scan you? Does it use something from a telepathic hero?’

All at once Izuku felt something slam into his head knocking him forward and into the desk with a bang loud enough to silence the whole class, even All Might had stopped answering questions to look over at the two.

Bakugo had slapped his head forward, forcefully startling him out of his thoughts.

If he thought Izuku would snap out of it to avoid being totally assaulted by his own desk, then he was greatly mistaken.

Midoriya blinked in confusion as he sat back up, suppressing a groan as a huge egg shaped red mark lay rudely on his forehead like a brand.

“Don’t give me that fucking look!” Kacchan screamed to someone that Midoriya was too dizzy to see, “He was fucking muttering again! Pissed me off, Idiot even ignored me when I tried telling him to knock it off!”

Izuku rubbed the sore part of his head gingerly as his vision slowly returned, he could tell immediately with the frown All Might wore that he was prepared to march Bakugo right down to the principle..

Which under normal circumstances he’d be fine with, but that would mean the training would be delayed further.

Every anxious fibre of his being screamed at him that he just couldn’t let that happen.

“It’s fine, sorry, guess I was muttering a bit,” He laughed wearily, his thin smile making him look uncharacteristically tired, “I mean how does the AI work? And what does it mean by a, 'Low fear?’ Anyway let’s just get on with the training..”

“Please?”

It was a plea that made most people in the room look at Midoriya with obvious concern if they hadn’t been already.

It was like Izuku was begging them all to just ignore what Bakugo did, as unforgivable as it was, and he just.. Sounded so pitiful.. None of them had heard Izuku beg like that before, and no one wanted to hear it again.

At that point everyone could tell just how tired he was, even All Might could see the exhaustion that seemed to drag his eyes down and mentally agreed on giving his pupil a very long repeated lecture on taking care of himself once class was over with.

The only problem was that if he tried forcing Izuku to go to recovery girl, the boy would just deny it and push himself further.

With a sigh All Might scratched the back of his head almost as tiredly as Izuku looked, “Just this once I’ll excuse this behaviour, but Bakugo-” The fact that All Might didn’t refer to him with his usual lighthearted, 'Young —-,’ or, '—- my boy,’ made everyone, even Bakugo as tone dense as he was, realise just how serious he was being, “-Do not lay hands on another student during my class time again.”

Kacchan clicked his tongue in annoyance but remained silent, though it was clear to everyone in the room that he was furious.

“Now!” All Might shouted, clapping his hands together with such force that it tore through the tense atmosphere that settled amongst the students.

“Let’s head to the training room!”

Izuku felt a sigh of relief escape him as tension he hadn’t realised he’d been keeping in relaxed and he was glad nothing was delayed because of him again.

God he felt so tired.

Kacchan was probably tired too, when he returned from training the other night Bakugo was still up.

Midoriya didn’t know what he was doing, but his light was still on when he trudged his way to his room, which was strange since he knew how precise Kacchan was when it came to his sleep schedule.

And this was more than eight hours past that..

'No wonder he’s so angry today,’ Izuku frowned while getting up from his desk to follow a worried looking Uraraka and Iida out the door.

'He’s just as tired as I am..’

Izuku made a silent promise to handle it better, luckily he didn’t fall asleep in class with the shock of Mineta’s joke (Which currently resided in the back of his desk and would remain there permanently) and also the curiosity of the exercise.

Still, he felt so tired..

It made it hard to think and he lightly slapped his cheeks in attempts to wake himself up.

Both Uraraka and Iida exchanged glances, making mental notes to find a way to ask Midoriya about it.

He could be so stubborn at times, once when Uraraka had found he was skipping breakfast she confronted him on it, only for Izuku to lie to her face about the whole ordeal.

He actually started to skip lunch because he was trying to avoid her from getting onto him for it..

Deku was the last one out the door, a string of students in front of him chattering away about the training exercise and who would be afraid of what.

A yawn escaped his lips despite his previous attempts to wake himself up and he shook his head to try clearing the muddled thoughts that weighed him down.

At this rate, it was going to be a very long day..

***

“What do you think your fear will be?” Uraraka bounced up and down, smiling with such a jittery happiness that it was almost as if she were shining as she talked.

All Might had shrouded the location of the facility in mystery, not explaining anything other than, “You’ll see when we get there!” with a wide grin and sparkling thumbs up.

There wasn’t any real reason behind it, he just wanted to act cool.

Regardless they all got the gist that the building was located in a different part of campus, so they were able to have a nice little walk before dealing with the quite literal nightmarish training that awaited them.

There wasn’t a cloud in the sky.

It was almost eerie, the clear sky without a single spec save the sun.

And the temperature was just right too.

It wasn’t so hot that they felt uncomfortably stuffy in their uniforms, but it wasn’t so cool that they were shivering and wishing the sun was just a tinsey bit closer.

It was perfect.

The light breeze shook the thin leaves on the trees creating a rustling that, on any other occasion, would have been comforting with the gentle way it surrounded them and cascaded the leaves about like glitter.

But Izuku felt the opposite from the perfect weather.

It felt too perfect.

It was nice in such an unsettling way that it made him feel queasy.

Honestly, he was just being stupid.

This was all probably hisself just projecting his nervousness from not being able to figure out his own fear, but it was still unnerving nonetheless.

Like a stomachache that wouldn’t go away.

“You know I don’t really know?” He shook his head in frustration.

“Maybe you’re afraid of dogs or something?”

“No I don’t think so, I mean who can be scared of dogs?” Izuku laughed, a great big smile stuck to his face as if unable to comprehend something so cute being scary.

It was nice that Ochaco was trying to help, even though he was still stuck..

Iida suddenly had a serious frown cross his face and his eyebrows furrowed together making him look almost menacing, “They’re vicious animals, they may look cute but at any moment they could turn on you!”

The aura Tenya was emitting was so dark that both Uraraka and Midoriya couldn’t help but slow their paces with nervousness showing in their awkward smiles.

“Uhh I’m gonna take it you’re not a fan of dogs?”

Iida wheeled on the both of them, boring holes into Izuku with the sheer intensity of his stare, “No. we used them as training. My father would take the scariest, loudest, most furious demon beast he could find and let it chase after me.”

“That way I’d have an incentive to run as fast as I could.”

For a second he blanked, unable to find a right answer to his friend’s sudden revealed hatred.

“Oh that’s-” Midoriya paused, not sure how to finish his own sentence, “-That sounds scary,” he shrugged his shoulders lamely but it was good enough for Tenya.

If his stupid head wasn’t so fried from being tired he’d be able to think of something better to say!

Izuku mentally cursed himself in such an uncharacteristic way that he was surprised by his own grumpy action, even though he was the only one who knew.

“It was.”

The reply startled Izuku out of his self-revelation as they all walked in silence, an awkwardness hung in the air until Uraraka cleared her throat, “Uh well, I think mine is going to be a ghost!” She hugged herself as if she could actually see one and shivered.

“I accidentally walked in on my parents watching this horror movie, I wanted a glass of water and couldn’t reach the cups so I figured they’d get it down for me, and when I walked in it was right at the moment the ghost showed up!”

Her sudden look of terror at the memory had the opposite effect of seriousness. She looked ridiculous, cowering over what appeared to be nothing while they walked.

Midoriya was having a hard time trying not to laugh but Iida wasn’t able to be as strong willed and let out a snicker causing Uraraka to glare at him.

“I’m sorry but imagining you walking in on a jump scare is rather hilarious,” his apology was half hearted causing Uraraka to huff in fake annoyance, “I’ll have you know it was very scary! How would you be able to fight a ghost!? You can’t touch it at all!”

She sputtered, getting absorbed in the idea of ghosts being untouchable and Izuku had to agree that fighting something you couldn’t actually fight would be pretty scary, though there was something that confused him?

“But if you can’t touch it how could it touch you?”

Silence followed and Uraraka opened her mouth as if to refute but closed it after nothing came out.

“Well, logically ghosts don’t exist, there’s just no concrete proof, but I have to admit you do have a point..” Iida was rubbing at his chin unconsciously as he tried to find some loophole to his point.

“Wow you got them stumped!” An arm slung itself around both Izuku and Uraraka’s shoulders and a grinning Ashido appeared in between them.

Her pink hair tickled the sides of his face and he had to suppress the urge to shy away and scratch the irritating feeling.

“But, as it turns out, I’m a ghost expert, and the answer to that is they can just possess someone else to hurt you!” She waved her finger around smugly with a grin that practically challenged them to prove her wrong.

“But then you can just punch them? They’re possessing someone right? That means they’re physical?”

“And that’s where you’re wrong Izuku buddy!”

Kaminari spun around with dramatic finger guns pointed at them as he walked backwards, matching Mina’s cockiness with his own smug appearance.

“Because as it turns out I’m also a ghost expert too, and if you punch someone whose been possessed then you’re punching that person and not the ghost! So basically you just wind up hurting an innocent person if you attack them!”

Ashido stuck out her tongue mockingly, “Yeah, well, I knew that too, you just said it sooner.”

“So there really is no way to fight a ghost!” Uraraka looked horrified, the thought of having to face something supernatural absolutely terrified her.

“Precisely!” Mina took her arms off them and walked while cradling her head in her hands in a carefree sort of pose.

“There’s no way to fight something like tha-”

“I got it!” Midoriya snapped as if the answer had just hit him in the face, “Then why don’t you just restrain the person? If they can’t move, then they can’t get hurt or hurt you, then the ghost can’t do anything!”

Everyone stared at him blankly, you could practically hear the gears turning in everyones head as they considered the option.

“I don’t see why that wouldn’t work?” Iida added, though he didn’t know much about, 'Ghosts,’ and frankly, he didn’t really care.

“But? That- Wait no that’s just too simple!” Mina exploded in a joking frustration, “You can’t just restrain a ghost!?”

“But you aren’t restraining the ghost, you’re restraining the person that’s being possessed by the ghost?” Midoriya pointed out, a happy look on his face that made Iida and Uraraka equally as happy.

That was the first time all week that Izuku didn’t look so heart wrenchingly worn out.

He looked like he was actually enjoying himself.

“I mean, it’s simple but I think that could definitely work!” Kaminari grinned and high-fived Midoriya.

“Dude you’re a genius, you’ve solved like almost all ghost movies ever!” He laughed and Ashido puffed up even more, “Yeah well I don’t buy it, it seems too easy I don’t think it’ll work!”

“But how do you restrain them without hurting them or yourself? The ghost doesn’t care about hurting the person but you would..” Ochaco added sending Izuku into a flurry of thoughts as Mina pointed at Kaminari while throwing her other arm around Uraraka in a weird friendly side hug.

“Hah! See! Told you it was too easy!”

Izuku hadn’t heard her though, he was too busy contemplating on how to catch this hypothetical ghost.

'Rope wouldn’t be good, it could cause burns and hurt.’

'That means duck tape is definitely not an option.’

'Zip ties might be good for restraining movement? But that’s a bit..’

'I guess you could try locking them in a room but that wouldn’t be very easy to do? Plus you don’t know if- Wait! That’s it!’

“Whoa! Izuku, dude you sound like you’re possessed!” Kaminari cried out as Ashido’s fist collided with his head and he rubbed at the bump dramatically as if he’d just been struck by a hammer, “What’d you do that for!?”

“Because,” Mina held a finger up as if it would somehow help her get her point across, “If you call a possessed person out and they are possessed then that’ll make the ghost mad stupid!”

“Sorry but I’m not possessed,” He ignored the, 'Not yet,’ that Mina loudly whispered to Kaminari and continued, “Actually I figured out how to restrain the ghost, you’d let the ghost restrain itself!” Izuku smiled widely at Denki and Mina’s confused stares and was about to explain when Iida snapped his fingers realising what he suggested.

“That’s genius! Ghosts aren’t real-” Kaminari and Ashido both looked as if they were about to give Iida the most intense lecture ever but before they could he hastily finished his thought, “Ghost’s aren’t real, but if they were, that would be a really good way to handle them. You let the bodies they possess wear themselves out, if they have supernatural abilities than it’s just like a quirk so it would tire eventually, or you could lead it on and let it trap itself, but letting it chase you gives the time to figure out which one would work instead of trying to face it head on.”

“Exactly!” Midoriya grinned a bit proud of himself for his answer.

Uraraka’s smile matched his own and she practically sparkled with happiness, “That’s perfect! If my fear is a ghost I think I’ll be fine now!” She laughed, and Izuku felt himself smile.

The day started pretty rough but things felt like they were going to be okay despite the unsettling feeling that still resided in the pit of his stomach.

“So Uraraka might get a ghost, Iida a dog-”

“No way! Prez you’re scared of dogs!?” Mina burst out laughing, doubling in on herself as if just told the funniest joke in the world.

“Iida’s is a dog,” Izuku continued as if Ashido hadn’t interrupted, “I don’t know what I’ll get, but what about you guys?”

Without a second hesitation Kaminari raised his hand up and practically deadpanned.

“Spiders.”

“I thought about it, and one second you see them. Then they’re gone. And those legs. Things. Shouldn’t. Have. Eight. Legs.” Denki emphasised each individual word as if speaking directly to the abominations themselves.

“Really you!? King sparky? Spiders? And not water?! Dang now I’ve gotta owe Jirou five bucks! Jeez I was so sure!” Mina wheezed trying to catch her breath from laughing so hard as Ochaco frowned, a little upset that she made fun of both Iida and Kaminari’s fears.

“Hey I can swim! So there’s nothing to be afraid of with water, but spiders.” Denki violently shivered as if feeling the arachnids crawling all over him, “Look they’re just creepy. I don’t like them.”

“That should be pretty easy if it does turn out to be spiders, if you electrocute the whole place you’re bound to hit it,” Izuku added with a shrug, hoping it would help.

“Yeah but still, they’re creepy even if they’re dead.”

“I still can’t believe you’re scared of spiders! Yeah some are kinda creepy, but some are just so cute!” She laughed again and Uraraka was done with her high and mighty attitude.

“Then what do you think your fear will be Ashido?” Ochaco poked with such a singsonged sweetness that only Iida and Midoriya were able to pick up on the underlined annoyance.

“Hah! Me! I don’t have any fears!” She boasted and pointed at herself while laughing.

“That’s not logical, everyone has something they’re afraid of, even if they don’t know it.”

Tenya was right, but Izuku didn’t even know what he’d be scared of, so technically he was just the same as Mina?

He’d faced a villian even without a quirk, he’d faced Kacchan, lived with being harassed most his life, he even faced the league.

Every fear he had he’d already had to face?

“Well I don’t got one! Nothing scares the great Mina!” She laughed another loud laugh and Izuku tuned back in just in time to avoid running straight into someone’s back.

They’d stopped in front of a large building made entirely of cement.

It looked ordinary, if not too ordinary. There wasn’t anything special with the exterior at all, it was simply a grey box surrounded by trees.

“This is where we will learn to conquer our fears!” All Might shouted over the students cutting Ashido’s and Iida’s banter short.

“Once we get inside I’ll explain how it works, but for the rest of the day we will be spending our time here!”

Some students groaned but Midoriya felt a bubbling anxiety pull the corner’s of his mouth up in an excited grin.

Regardless of the day he’d make the best of this. He might not know his fear yet- But that wasn’t about to stop him!

“Let’s do this guys!” He looked at Uraraka and Iida and gave them both a thumbs up, “We’ll ace this training exercise!”

His friends both couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief and return Izuku’s enthusiasm in their smiles.

This was their friend- Not the ragged looking Midoriya from before- This right here, the anxious smile, that determined expression, that was their Izuku.

“Yeah let’s do it!” Uraraka cheered and Iida pulled his glasses up smugly, “I’ve already aced it!” He boasted with a chuckle as they all made their way towards the building.

***

Before they could even enter the building they had to get past a large steel plated door that was protected by an electronic opening device, which quietly blinked a steady stream of blue light from its censor.

All Might wordlessly held up a badge and the device let out a shrill whirling noise that almost sounded like some futuristic scream as the light changed and blinked green.

For several seconds nothing happened, it was that awkward feeling as if they were standing outside a door they just knocked on, and the students looked at one another in confusion.

“Um Mr. All Might Sir? Did it-”

Before the question could even be asked the sounds of metal grating together screeched and clunked causing several nearby students to cover their ears in annoyance as the door swung open.

Izuku watched with starry eyes as everyone slowly filed in.

He wished he’d brought something to take notes on because everything was absolutely fascinating!

The inside of the building was even more simple than the outside.

There were only two rooms. One separated by a glass wall that showed into a blank concrete room that was unbelievably huge, and then a much smaller room that led to the larger one.

Midoriya couldn’t help but wonder how such a huge space looked so small from the outside?

The room that led to the blank one held a couple of beat up red couches against one of the bare walls, a low coffee table with a couple of magazines, and a foosball table that looked a little too decorative for the bland room.

The only interesting part about the area was underneath the glass window. From wall to wall a series of control panels flashed different coloured buttons of various sizes, it was such a one eighty from the simplicity of the building that it looked grossly out of place in comparison.

The only space that didn’t contain tech of some kind was where it cut itself off with a door that looked identical to the one they had passed through, the only difference was that it was just a tad bit thinner.

“Welcome to fear training 101!” All Might shouted and gestured to the room proudly, as if the poor decorations were his own doing.

“Take a seat and I’ll explain just what exactly we’ll be doing!”

With so few seating arrangements in the little concrete room, most students wound up on the floor.

Bakugo, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero all took one couch, but it was too small and Bakugo ended up straddling the furniture’s arm with his own arms crossed in annoyance as Kaminari smirked and made fun of him for being too slow.

While Denki was being strangled, Ashido, Jirou, And Tsu took the other couch. Momo produced her own little box to sit on besides them and Hagakure chose to stand close by- Though nobody noticed.

Todoroki sat on the coffee table, crissed-crossed like a kindergartener waiting for story time while Tokoyami sat next to him, giving Shoto a confused look but opting not to point out how weird it was for him to be straight faced while sitting like that on a table.

The rest of them were stuck with the floor.

Izuku excitedly sat on his knees in front of All Might while his friends took a place on either side of him as they waited patiently for their teacher to continue.

“Now that we’re settled!” He called, subtly signalling for Bakugo and Kaminari to stop trying to kill one another, “I’ll begin.”

“This is a state of the art training room, you might think it looks run down but I can assure you that’s far from the truth!”

Without warning All Might faced towards the glass window and readied a stance, the wind pressure building up on his fist with so much power that everyone in the room could hear it swirling together like an oncoming tornado.

All at once he punched the glass, yelling out his smash’s name as his fist collided and the force of the attack sent a tsunami of wind flying back on the students.

Izuku sat with wide stunned eyes, his hair standing on end as if mimicking Present Mic’s.

“Wha-?” Uraraka coughed and Midoriya suddenly looked as if his eyes were bugging out with an intense sparkling as a realisation clicked within him.

“The glass!” He said a bit too loudly and everyone looked at the glass with just as much shock as Izuku had.

“The glass isn’t broken!”

“But how!?”

“All Might did just punch it right?”

All Might stood with a dramatic pose and an even more excited dramatic smile as he pointed to the perfectly pristine glass, “This building is fitted with a series of special magnetic pulses that cancel out any quirk, no matter how powerful, within inches of impact!”

The class was in complete uproar.

“So we can’t use our quirks!? How will we fight!?”

“Idiot he said impact! Im-pact! That means you can still fight just not- Wait not land the attack? Huh? What’s with that?”

“See you’re just as much of an idiot as I am!”

As the Bakugo couch got into another friendly fight, All Might raised his hand silencing everyone.

“You’re still able to fight. And you can still land punches on whatever it is you’re fighting, you just won’t have to worry about destroying the building!” His grin seemed to widen and some students were able to understand just what that meant.

“So that means-” Izuku furrowed his eyebrows, his nervous smile making him seem all the more excited, “-We don’t have to hold back!”

Again the class broke out into excited cheers and All Might had to clap his hands together to regain silence.

“Yes, Midoriya my boy you’re correct! This place was designed for the Pro-Heroes to train their abilities without having to worry about external damage!”

“The only thing that doesn’t contain the quirk canceling enhancement are the robots you will be fighting against, and this right here!” He pointed towards the blinking panel under the window before continuing, “So I ask you all to be careful when around it, this controls the entire building and can do a lot of damage if used wrongly.”

“This place isn’t just used as a training facility,” he added and his voice held a different, far more colder tone than before.

“It’s been used as a containment unit for villains before transferring them elsewhere. So under no circumstances are you to interfere with this panel.”

Just as quickly as his serious tone had come, in an instant it was gone and he laughed his usual loud laugh.

“Now! Onto the exercise!”

“I told you before that we’ll be doing fear training and that is exactly that! Once you step through that door and into the ground room this machine will calculate your fears and list them from lowest to high!”

“You’ll only need to fight off your lowest fear today!”

Jirou raised her hand and All Might allowed her to interrupt.

“So what happens if you don’t have a fear?”

Izuku nodded his head along with her question, the thought had been bothering him too.

“Impossible!” All Might’s thundering laughter startled Midoriya as it echoed within the closed space, “We all have something we’re afraid of even if we don’t realise it! That’s what this exercise is meant to do! You will learn what your weaknesses are and overcome your toughest weakness slowly one step at a time by conquering the rest!”

“In fact, I think I’ll go first! Iida boy would you mind helping me out?” All Might didn’t even have to ask, the minute his name was called Tenya was already standing up as stiff as a board.

“Absolutely All Might Sir!”

“Great! When I enter the ground floor I want you to press and hold this red button,” he gestured to the panel and pressed down on the button closest to the door.

“This will allow you to hear and talk to me while I’m in there!”

With that All Might stepped into the concrete training room, all eyes were on him as Iida pressed and held the button.

A large microphone sat above the glass like a clock and a small light turned green once the button was pressed.

“When that light is on-” All Might’s voice was nearly crystal clear coming from the microphone and Izuku wondered just how it worked so well?

Then again, he’d just seen glass withstand All Might’s imfamous smash so it wasn’t that surprising.

“-You will be able to hear anything from this room, but when it’s off, Iida you can let it-”

His sentence was cut off as Iida released his hold and they all watched as All Might’s mouth moved but no sound was uttered.

It was unnerving, the amount of silence, and they were all relieved when not soon after All Might gestured for Tenya to push the button again.

“See! So if you don’t want the rest of the class to hear, you can train in silence! And you won’t have to worry about getting embarrassed either because from this vantage point the glass looks just like any other wall!” He laughed before continuing, “The next step is once you’re ready to begin, just say the phrase, 'Computer, Start.’ And then begin!”

At the word 'start’ the entire room blinked out of existence as the concrete walls and floor were instantly replaced by what appeared to be an average apartment room.

It looked so realistic with the bed unmade and candy wrappers on a nearby table, there was even a window that looked out into the street.

All eyes were on All Might, they were about to learn one of the number one hero’s fears and there wasn’t a single one of them that wasn’t boiling over with curiosity.

Some students had even made bets as to what it was.

Seconds ticked into minutes and All Might hadn’t moved an inch.

“What’s he doing?” Uraraka whispered to Midoriya, voicing what the entire class was thinking.

“Where’s his fear?”

“Can’t you see?” Izuku whispered back but it wasn’t exactly the most quiet or subtle whisper and the class could obviously hear him anyways.

“Hey Deku, just spill it. What’re you seeing that we aren’t!?”

Kacchan growled out, his voice low and annoyed almost as if having to address Deku at all was an inconvenience and a pain.

“Well, his face for starters.”

“He’s sweating all over and if you look closer his shoulders are trembling.”

It was true, All Might might’ve been standing like a statue, but his shoulders quivered and his face gave away the hints of tension that perspired on his forehead.

“Okaaay?” Mineta drew out the syllables as he spoke up, “What’s that mean though? Where’s his fear? I still don’t see anything?”

“It’s right there,” Izuku pointed at All Might’s feet but the rest of the class (save a few who saw but remained silent) were still clueless.

“Fucking shit, Deku there’s nothing there!? Are you trying to make fun of us!” Bakugo’s hands made a popping noise and the rest of the inhabitants of the couch moved as much as they could to the other side in fear of being blown up in the crossfire.

“Calm down. Midoriya’s right, it’s by his feet.” Todoroki intercepted which only made Bakugo even more enraged.

“Shut the fuck up! There’s nothing there!”

“Kacchan wait, look-!”

“Ah I see it!” Jirou suddenly burst out into a fit of laughter startling those around her.

“I never would of thought All Might of all people..” She trailed off as she hysterically laughed. Her friends looked at her with uncomfortable shock wondering if she’d gone mad. They’d never heard her laugh like this.. In fact no one had.

The rest of the class intensely studied the area Izuku pointed at before realisation dawned on them one by one.

In front of All Might’s shoes, staring up at him with it’s disgusting brown wings that fluttered in a taunting display of power, was the largest roach they’d ever seen.

In a way none of them could really believe it.

All Might, number one hero, symbol of peace, protector of justice, the world’s beacon of hope, was afraid of roaches.

They all watched dumbfounded as All Might hesitatingly lifted his own boot and hovered it over the roach as if afraid the thing would jump out at him and attack.

The sweating on his forehead was intense as he took a deep breath and crushed the bug, the cracking squish of the creature’s insides made nearly every single person in the waiting room cringe.

A couple of people looked on in absolute horror, while Izuku, Todoroki, Tokoyami, Bakugo and a few others had an unwavering gaze of disinterest.

Being the only guy in the house, fending off bugs was usually his problem.

'At least I know it won’t be a roach for me?’ Midoriya thought as the door chimed open and All Might came back with a proud expression happily plastered to his face like he hadn’t just spent five minutes staring at a bug that took him two seconds to kill.

“Once you defeat or find a way around your fear the door unlocks and you’re able to come back, so this will be a pass or fail test!”

“Now!” He paused to laugh, the entire class still in a state of amused surprise at what they just witnessed, “Who wants to go first?”

Immediately Izuku’s hand shot up and his excited smile found its way back to his face but All Might looked right at him with a strange look as he shook his head.

“I like your enthusiasm but I’m terribly sorry Young Midoriya, you were late to class today so you’ll be going last, now who else wants to go?”

Izuku deflated as he felt his face burn and heard Kacchan snicker as his hand fell limply to his lap.

Uraraka tried to comfort him with a smile but it.. It didn’t do any good..

He felt awful again, and just when he was starting to forget about his mistake!

Unconsciously he felt tears glaze over his tired eyes making them look watery and the anxious feeling of his stomach dropping left him frustrated at his own embarrassment.

But all he could do was sit there quietly while everyone else figured out who’d be going first.

Though several students had their hands up, All Might ended up gesturing to Iida who was standing by the microphone button attentively waiting to be dismissed from his job.

“Now that I think about it, how would you like to go first? You are your class’s president after all!” He asked with a laugh and although Tenya kept a calm and collective pose, it was obvious he had sparkles in his eyes at his mentor voting him to go first amidst all the other students.

Iida gave a stark, 'I won’t let you down!’ And attempted to go into the ground room, but before he even made it to the door All Might stopped him.

“One more thing, for the most part I won’t be holding the audio button down so what happens in the training session will remain in the training session-”

“Hey that sounds just like Vegas!- Ow dude what the heck?”

“Shut up All Might’s talking.”

“-As I was saying, whatever happens will primarily be your own knowledge, you won’t be able to see the window at all when training so we won’t be able to visibly help you. However, if it seems like you’re struggling anyone can press the button and help, or if you’re uncomfortable we can lock the button down if you ask!”

Iida gave a short bow thanking All Might before he proceeded into the room.

The class watched as he stood in the middle of the training floor, his eyes taking in the blank scenery in one quick glance.

“You may begin whenever you’re ready.” All Might stated into the microphone and Izuku couldn’t help but wonder if there was some better way to talk to the people training without having to constantly keep holding down a button?

“Thank you sir! Computer start!”

Instantly the concrete room flashed a bright white before Iida was suddenly thrust into a park scene.

People were walking by, some on obvious dates, and others just wandering around aimlessly enjoying the nice breeze and warm weather.

The grass was bright and the sun shined on it in such a way that you wanted to just lay down and go to sleep amidst the peaceful afternoon air.

It felt like an actual park.

There were even a group of kids fooling around with some sticks as they played heroes and villains while their parents chatted on a park bench.

The scene was so believable that Izuku had to remind himself that it wasn’t real, even the atmosphere the holograms gave off felt so utterly realistic that it was unnerving to know it was fake.

All Might released his hold on the button and the previous light sounds of birds chirping and leaves rustling vanished plunging the waiting room into silence as they watched Iida standing idly.

Several minutes passed before anything happened.

The gentle atmosphere was instantly broken as people threw themselves out of the way from something that initially looked like a blob.

Izuku had to squint his eyes to be able to distinguish the mess of colours, but once he realised what it was he couldn’t exactly say he was surprised.

He knew this was going to be Iida’s fear, but he just, expected it to be a bit.. I don’t know.. Bigger?

A dusty shorthaired dog, about the size of a small cat, shot it’s way through the crowds like a pistol. It’s ears were far to big for it’s head, and even though the students couldn’t hear it bark, they could see that the disturbing looking creature was yapping it’s huge head off.

If anything it looked more like some angry stunted monster than a dog.

The “dog” was moving so quickly that it was hard to see the navy blue leash attached to it’s neck, but Midoriya was able to just barely make it out as the thing made a B-line for Iida.

Someone snickered behind him and he heard vague whispers of people joking about the dog.

It bothered him.

To say it lightly the fact his classmates thought it funny when he himself had seen the dark look cross over Iida’s face earlier, the way his expression turned so sour, wasn’t at all comical.

“There’s usually a reason why a fear is a fear, it’s not exactly a good thing to downplay it.” He hadn’t realised he’d actually said it out loud and the people who were whispering before stopped.

He didn’t even know who it was to be honest.

His back burned with the stares he was getting and his stomach felt queasy with anxiety.

“Well Izuku’s right! We should all try to be supportive of each other’s fears!” Uraraka turned around and beamed so happily that the stares he felt subsided.

Shaking his head Izuku focused back in on Iida, trying to ignore the embarrassment that made him want to disappear.

Tenya had wasted no time, the minute the dog headed towards him with it’s gross slobbery tongue half sticking out of it’s mouth, Iida had already taken off at top speed.

It was the strangest chase scene anyone had ever seen.

Iida ran around the park in circles, the dog following on his heels with supernatural speed.

Twisting through the trees it was hard to keep sight on them, it was as if they were all watching a streak of blurred colour.

Suddenly Iida’s trajectory changed and he pushed off a tree into the air, twisting his body around so that he seemed to hover over the tiny beast for just a split second before he grabbed the leash, yanking it upwards.

The next thing everyone saw, Iida was standing with the most subtly smug and pleased look on his face, the leash held in one hand dangling the dog off the ground by only a couple of inches, it’s stubby little legs unable to reach the floor as it rotated around slowly while barking.

All Might’s grin seemed to match Tenya’s as he pressed the red button and the entire room was engulfed in a mass horror of sounds.

Anyone who thought it was funny that their class president was afraid of such a tiny dog was immediately put in their place as the thunderous barks rattled their insides uncomfortably and their ears felt like they’d explode.

“HOW CAN SOMETHING SO SMALL BE SO LOUD!” Kaminari shouted at the top of his lungs but it was still only barely heard over the unbearably loud barks emitting from the chihuahua.

Even Kacchan, whose own quirk was fairly loud, was bothered by the noise as he angrily held his ears, glaring daggers into Denki for making the noise even worse by yelling right next to him.

The only one not affected was Jirou, who crossed her arms with a knowing smirk as she shrugged cooly, “What? You guys think this is loud?”

Unfortunately no one could hear her over the demon’s infernal barking, and even Izuku had to admit it was terrifyingly loud.

Whatever congratulations All Might was going to give Iida were going to have to wait and he shut off the audio almost instantly.

The sudden change from unbareable noise to complete silence left ringing in his ears as Midoriya watched Iida strut into the room, the yapping dog dissolving into nothing as he crossed the threshold.

“Great job Iida! You effortlessly handled your fear! Not to mention you kept the people around you safe, that was an A if I’ve ever seen one!” All Might patted him on the back and the boy returned to his seat on the floor.

“Wow Iida that was awesome!” Uraraka congratulated with a big grin as she flung herself on him giving him a hug.

“Yeah you handled that so well! I think that took you maybe ten seconds at most?” Izuku added, a look of proud curiosity burning in his eyes.

“Everything was moving so fast! How did you know to grab the leash?”

“I didn’t, actually I should be thanking you Midoriya,” at that Izuku gave Tenya a look that practically screamed, 'Me? What did I do?’ And Iida chuckled a bit.

“It’s what you said earlier, to Uraraka, about letting her fear restrain itself.”

Like a switch, realisation dawned on both of them, “Ah! I see!” Uraraka said excitedly, “You let the dog chase you until you could come up with a plan!”

“Yup, I never would’ve thought of that had Midoriya not brought it up this morning. Without a plan I think I would have tried fighting it somehow.”

“You know,” Izuku began, he had a serious determined look in his eyes as he looked down at the floor while thinking of how to phrase the feeling he had.

“I think, that even if I didn’t mention it, you would’ve figured it out. It wasn’t me out there it was you. You saw it, and reacted quick and thought even quicker, I think you’re giving me too much credit because you’re really amazing!” Izuku complemented wholeheartedly with the biggest grin as he looked up at his friend with such purity that it made Iida feel a sudden surge of pride.

Even though Izuku might’ve sparked the idea, it was him who used and implemented it.

“Actually I’m kind of curious,” Momo jumped into the conversation once she saw they were done talking, “Why a dog? Or at least, why that dog?”

“I can understand a big dog but that one, that one looked like a rat?”

“Hey I thought it was cute!” Mina crossed her arms, but no one paid her any attention.

Iida took on that dark aura of earlier, the vengefulness practically radiating off of him making everyone around him shy away.

“Chewy wasn’t a dog-”

“His name was Chewy! That’s the lamest name for a dog ever!” Kaminari burst out laughing, unaware of the atmosphere as Koda muttered a quiet, 'That was my dog’s name,’ which no one heard.

“-Chewy wasn’t a dog, he was a demon in the shape of a dog. We used him in training when I was growing up-”

“All Right!” All Might clapped, interrupting their conversations before he lost control of the class yet again, “Iida you did a great job! Now whose up next?”

There was a lot more enthusiasm after seeing Tenya’s display, but once again Izuku had to just sit back as everyone else got to decide.

It felt awful.

A sudden explosive popping noise silenced everyone’s discussions and Kacchan pointed at himself aggressively as he walked towards the door pushing through the people on floor and even stepping on someone’s hand, “I’m going.”

No one argued as Bakugo pushed past the door and into the room.

“Looks like Young Bakugo volunteered himself to go!”

“Hah! Great we get to see his fear! This is a perfect blackmail opportunity!” Ashido fist bumped the air in excitement and most of them were in a silent agreement.

“If I know Kacchan, what he’s scared of is going to be something he can’t fight,” Izuku chuckled to himself as he watched All Might press down on the button once more.

“You may begin whenever you’re-”

“Computer! Start!”

“-ready.”

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Black Butler: Book of the Atlantic (My Review)

Wednesday June 14th, 7pm, English Dub

For those who have not yet seen the movie, I would advise to... PROCEED WITH CAUTION! THIS FOLLOWING POST WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS!! (Fyi, I have not yet read much of the manga... b/c there they don’t have much copies around here *sad face*, but I am well aware that this film is the adaption of the ‘Luxury Liner Arc’)

= I flipping squealed and clapped excitedly the second I saw Sebastian and heard his english dub voice. Again, I LUV J. Michael Tatum’s Sebastian voice. *internally fangirling like crazy*

= My friend was spazzing out in confusion about Tanaka’s super deformed form. Did Koukai seriously forget? Lolz. Boy did I have to re-explain it to him.

= Hello again Rau and Ran-mao. Such a shame this was the only moment we get to see you two in the film.

= Lol, Ciel’s reaction/response to Sebastian wearing a doctor/medial outfit. Really interesting to see Sebastian wearing anything else other than his usual butler uniform. Regardless, he is still ‘one hell of a [hawt] butler’.

= Alexis Leon Midford cheek rubbing and hugging Ciel Phantomhive. FUNNY AND ADORABLE AT THE SAME TIME!

= Edward Midford “Mc Sourpuss”. I can somewhat understand the typical big brother overprotecting a younger sister, but why can’t you be happy for your sister?! At least their father approves of Ciel.

= Sebastian’s slick back hair. One word:... HAWT!!

= Charles Grey referencing Sebastian’s “death” from Book of Murder pt 1 & 2/Phantomhive Manor Murders Arc.

= Ciel in blonde wig... Cute. Sebastian wearing a ponytail... GAUD DAYUM SEXEH!!!

= “We are phoenixes!!”. Ahhaahaa!! Ciel’s reaction is PRICELESS!! [Woah never expected to hear added content of Ciel’s thoughts. Nice]

= Aleister and Ciel’s interaction! *bursting into laughter with Kouhai and audience*

= The entire Aurora society doing the Phoenix Dance pose. Aww darn, where is Ciel’s reaction where you need it?!?!! XD Lolz.

= Undertaker why are you hiding behind the machine...and smiling. What are you up to? [FORESHADOWING]

= Gotta love Snake feeding the snakes.

= Lost count to how many times the audience laughed everytime they hear Snake speaking out what the snakes are “saying”/hissing.

= Jesus! The soulless body ate Lizzie’s cake for Ciel?! RUN!!! [No joke, the sudden pan to seeing the corpse behind them nearly scared the SHEEEET outta me]

= Snake still calling Ciel “Smile”. Totes love the Book of Circus/Circus arc reference.

= Ronald casually rolling away on his lawnmower death scythe like its some sort of an electric scooter and Sebastian’s confused [yet sexy] facial expression. LOVE IT!

= Oh gaud dayum, the demonic growl/laugh Bassy made

= Ciel recalling back to when he first saw Sebastian in his demon form.

= Demon butler ONE, Corpses ZERO!

= Wait, did Sebastian inverted his blood covered gloves or did he have a spare in his pocket? Lol, he didn’t realize at first his gloves were soaked with blood after his fight against the group of corpses.

= Grell Sutcliff enters the scene. *cue audience and self squealing in excitement. also, insert Kouhai looks at me with a WTF look on his face*

= Grell and Ronald TITANIC MOMENT!! *cue audience and self bursting into uncontrollable laughter* AHHAHAHAHA!!!! Can’t breathe! I’m dying! Is GrellxRonald canon now?! XD lolz. THIS IS FAUKIN’ COMEDY GOLD RIGHT THERE!! CLASSIC!!!! Grell I understand, but Ronald?! BWAHHAHAA!!!

= Elizabeth, darling, I love you to pieces but please quit worrying about your dress. This is a matter of life and death--oh nevermind, she realizes her action. Still is one of my favorite female characters in the Black Butler series.

= Partly unbuttoned soaking wet shirt Sebastian. *intense fangasming* [to self: AWW DAYUM BABEH!!! I would love to have you in bed with me, LMFAO <3] Kouhai: SHIELD YOURSELF! *attempts to cover my eyes but fails. I bat him away, lolz*

= “Mr. Sutcliff--” Ronald totally confirmed to the audience that Grell is definitely a male.

= Dayum Lizzie! You got some mad fencing skills. 360 NO SCOPE BEECHES! No seriosly! She goes full on ninja on these corpses with ease. Running along the walls and ceiling. GAUD DAYUM! Fave BB female character for sure (tied with Mey-rin, of course).

= AWW!! Elizabeth’s thoughts of self and memories of Ciel is soo heartfelt touching! Elizabeth feeling different than the other girls because of her amazing fencing skills. She is worried about what young Ciel said regarding his dislike towards strong female. OUCH! Right in the feels! And holding her true self back just for Ciel’s sake!

= For some reason, young Charles Phipps almost sounded a bit more closely to Sebastian. Maybe that’s just me.

= Present day Ciel doesn’t care about that anymore Lizzie, especially since he said that he said that was a long time and finds no reason to feel mad at her for recently saving their lives. AWW!! I seriously ship CielxLizzie (it is but one of many of my favorite BB ships)!! Kouhai: Sorry I don’t have a tissue [LMFAO! I wasn’t literally crying!]

= Sebastian laughing. I repeat! Sebastian is LAUGHING! And blushing?! HE IS BLUSHING!?! SEBASTIAN MICHAELIS IS COVERING HIS MOUTH AND LAUGHING WITH A TINY BIT FLUSH OF RED ON HIS FACE PEOPLE!!! *nosebleed* *audience laughter*

= Ciel totally calling Sebastian out to stop it with the laughing. That doesn’t mean you can stop US from laughing now does it, LOLZ.

= Sebastian, Ciel, Grell, and Ronald’s response to Aleister making them reenact his version of the Phoenix pose. *audience roaring laughter* First it was like ‘no, don’t kill him’, then later... ‘skrew dat, let’s just kill him’. LMFAO.

= HAHAHA!!! The Phoenix dance pose, Aleister Chamber style!!

= CIEL’S REACTION TO DOING IT AGAIN!!! PRICELESS!!!

= HOLY SHEEET UNDERTAKER!! MAJOR PLOT TWIST!! DUN DUN DUNNNN~!!!!

= What the heck are the corpses standing around for? Undertaker is explaining his big reveal and those soulless bodies aren’t attacking?!!

= Seriously Grell? Did you forget what happened in episode 18 of season 1 in Black Butler?

= Da heck! Added cinematic records... of Undertaker wearing a fake mustache!?! LMFAO!!

= THE ORIGINAL DEATH SCYTHE?!?! Love the design!

= Sebastian reaching out to grab Ciel’s hand scene...dead silent. Random audience member: “Why is it quiet?” *audience laughs* [to self: SHUDDUP! WE ALL KNOW WHAT’S ABOUT TO HAPPEN!]. *cue all the fangirls shrieking* Me: “NO!! BASSY!!!” [yes I cried that out loud].

= Sebastian’s demonic sounding voice. *nosebleed* They seriously need to use that more often if the series picks in 5 or 10 or more seasons.

= THIS is why many fans believe Sebastian looks closely similar to Ciel’s father.

= Did he originally have regretting second thoughts of forming a contract with a young “brat” who couldn’t remember where his burnt down manor was located? LMFAO.

= Food magically appearing on the table. *sarcasm* Totally not suspicious. Lol, even Ciel called Sebastian out on that.

= Sebastian teaching Ciel to be proper and adult like while Ciel “teaches” him how to be more like a butler... namely making better tasting tea and meals. Seriously love seeing the developmental progress between the two.

= Ciel pouring tea into Sebastian’s hand... as payback for slapping his hands with a stick (or whatever that thing is called, idk). My word!

= A quick few second glimpse of Sebastian’s bedroom!! Sitting at his desk and writing down his own thoughts about Ciel. *internal fangirl intensifies, lolz*

= Is Ciel having a nightmare? I wanna cuddle him soo badly.

= “One hell of a butler”. AHH HE SAID IT!! *nosebleed* I can die happy now...wait, no I can’t, need to watch the rest of the movie.

= Sebastian wincing from the pain. THE FEELS! My little heart can’t take much more of this!

= Uh oh! The luxury ship is sinking quickly now! Time to go everybody!

= Soulless corpses surviving the freezing cold ocean water. [Why do I feel a hint of “The Walking Dead” vibe]

= Sebastian Michaelis vs Horde of Corpses round 2! Liek a bauss!

= Bassy coughing and panting to his injury. AWW!! Poor baby! [Why do I feel so turned on by this?! Answer: b/c of my soft spot for physical or emotional vulnerability]

= What exactly is that thing Ciel took from Undertaker and why is it of much importance?

= Ciel telling Sebastian to rest when they return to the manor. Why do I feel the urging desire to see anime Sebastian ‘sleeping’ or laying down in his bed or something?

= Kouhai blurted out loud “To be continued!” [Lol]

= End of movie scene: WILLIAM!!! Picking up Grell and Ronald with his garden trimmer death scythe... then goes to berating them on their performance and beating the sense out of them, lol.

= Grell, you beautiful silly person you! Swooning over William the second you wake up! He just got hauled you out of the ocean water and you go falling back in once again?! LMFAO! [I don’t know about you guys, but I had a sudden “Notice me sempai!” “Denied!” feeling at the moment]

 My Thoughts: Overall, the animation was utterly beautiful and soo well done. I seriously love the character design...obviously. There were boatloads of hilarious moments from start to finish, along with some heartfelt and tear jerker events particularly about Ciel and Elizabeth’s past memories. So far the only minor thing that bothered me was the mix of seeing both the 3D CGI animation with the 2D traditional hand-drawn animation. Being a visual-learner, I have become rather quick to notice the obvious difference between traditional 2D and cel shaded 3D animation. But that, however, DID NOT STOP ME from watching and enjoying the movie... and LOVING it to pieces. Oh, and additionally I’m a bit sad that it was a one day and one night time thing and only screened in very few theater locations. I understand how many Black Butler fan were sad that they will miss watching it because it was either far away from where they lived and/or were busy with other important matters to tend to such as jury duty, work, stuck in traffic, tending to family, etc. Not gonna lie, throughout majority of the movie my eyes were fixated on Sebastian whenever he was on screen. J. Michael Tatum voicing Sebastian just seriously made me fangasm (I’m obsessed, I know. But I can’t help myself. He’s HAWT!!!).

Rate: 100/10 [And yes I mean one hundred] It was amazing!! I LOVED IT TO BITS! Would so totally love to see it again, if possible. Can’t wait for it to come out on DVD (if it does)!

PS: OMG!! TOTALLY IRREVERENT BUT SOME ONE COSPLAYED AS EREN YEAGER!!

Black Butler Tag: @sebastianshoe