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jazzthatonewriterchick · 2 years ago

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HERE, KITTY, KITTY (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader

Synopsis: In which you find yourself in the weirdest predicament after you’re scooped up and taken to a cat cafe after you decide to take the streets to fight some crime, and you’re adopted by your very anti-social and hot coworker Aizawa aka Eraserhead.

Story Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY), Swearing, Adult!Reader, Ear and Tail Stroking, Light Degradation, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Multiple Positions, Creampie, Unprotected PIV Sex, Facial, Scent Play, Collaring, Deepthroat, Cunnlingus, Begging, Edgeplay, Power Play, Rope Play/Shibari, Master Kink, Some Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Some Action

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: I wanna have Aizawa's kids. That is all. -Jazz

Read on AO3 here!

Other Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Twenty-Five.

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FOUR.

When the holy Sunday makes its grand arrival, Aizawa is up early and going hard in the faculty dorms’ gym.

He usually is up past 6 AM to get started with his gym regime, starting with weights and bench presses, doing several rounds of cardio, and then ending with a cool-down session to stretch out his tired muscles.

He likes coming here in the early mornings on weekends especially since no one is up yet and he has free range of the machines offered in the little gym.

It also gives him time to focus hard on his exercise and training–something other than you. He ends his gym round earlier than usual though due to some plans later today that involve a very special girl.

When he finally finishes stretching out his tired limbs from hours of squats, weight-lifting, and running on the cardio, he takes a cool towel that is offered near the door, sitting in a mini fridge along with orange slices and water bottles. Then, as he uncaps his Hydro Flask of water, he walks out of the private gym to head back to his dorms.

As he makes it upstairs, he doesn’t count on seeing Nemuri standing at his door, looking distressed and not at all her bright and bushy-tailed self. Aizawa’s stomach drops immediately, all the positivity he was feeling prior to leaving the gym gone.

“Nemuri?” he asks, immediately hurrying over to her.

She turns to him and he sees that she’s been crying–her eyes are wet and red. “Oh, Shouta!” she shouts, immediately meeting him across the hall. “Thank Goodness, you’re here! I tried calling you, but you never answered so I just came up to see you.”

“I keep my phone off when I’m in the gym,” Aizawa explains, worried about her. She looks awful–she is still in her lacey camisole and shorts along with specialty-made Mirko the Rabbit Hero slippers; her hair is limp and unkempt, the usual bounce of lively curls not in them.

“What’s goin’ on?” he asks, concerned. Was there a villain attack? Is it one of the students or their friends? Maybe something is wrong with Mic? His anxiety begins to take over his body, causing his heartbeat to accelerate.

“Have you seen Y/N anywhere since last night?” Nemuri questions, desperation in her eyes. His eyebrows furrow in confusion. “No, not since Friday,” he answers after backtracking his week. “Why? Is she okay?”

“I can’t find her!” Nemuri sobs. Now Aizawa’s anxiety is through the fucking roof. You’re missing? “What do you mean you can’t find her?” he asks. “Doesn’t she live on the same floor as you?”

“Yes, but she never came home last night,” Nemuri continues, getting increasingly more upset the more she talks. “She never told me where she was going, but she always texts me any time she gets back into her dorm at night. When I called this morning, she never answered, so I went to visit her and…”

She pauses, her lip trembling. “She wasn’t here!” she wails. “Oh, what if she’s in trouble? What if she’s hurt? What if–”

“Okay, okay, relax,” Aizawa soothes her, putting a hand on her shoulder. But even he can’t soothe himself–the anxious roiling in his stomach is a testament to how worried he is of you now. He didn’t know you went out at night like that. “Is this a regular thing for her to do?” he asks.

Nemuri nods, lashes wet and bottom lip quivering. “Then if that’s the case, she probably got caught up with something or maybe her phone died.”

“I’m just so worried for her, Shouta,” Nemuri sighs, looking like she may faint. “I know the campus is relatively safe for us staff, but outside of here is a different story!”

Aizawa goes to say more to try and comfort his friend, but the beep on his phone stops him. He looks down, finding the reminder he set for his plans today: pick up Eri for lunch.

He sighs, pocketing his phone. “Look, I gotta go,” he says, squeezing Nemuri’s hand. “I’ll keep an eye out for Y/N and let you know if I see her, but if she does this normally, she’s a big girl and can take care of herself.”

Nemuri nods and thanks him with a tight hug before she walks down the hallway to the elevator, quiet sobs leaving her mouth as she does. Aizawa’s heart sinks for his friend, and at the fact that you’re possibly missing.

Though he knows you’re a big girl and doesn’t know you from a can of paint except for you being a counselor, a college graduate, and an animal hybrid, he can’t help but feel highly concerned for your safety. Especially for a pretty thing like you. The streets can be hostile, especially at night.

He does his best to push the anxiety-fueled thoughts aside as he goes about his day. Once he’s inside his dorm, he strips himself of his tracksuit pants, loose tank, and sweat-soaked boxers, revealing his sweaty muscles touched with bruises and scars that have healed over the years.

After tossing them in the laundry basket in his closet, he steps into the bathroom to take a much-needed hot shower. He groans in pleasure as the hot water hits his tired, aching muscles; a nice reward for a great workout.

Afterward, he changes into a black tee and jeans to pair with his leather jacket and kicks. As he walks out of his bedroom to head out, he passes the closed bedroom door of the very special guest he’s had the honor of calling his own for the past year. A fond, adoring smile crosses his lips, the urge to see her pushing him to move his ass.

It only takes a walk across campus to the student dorms to make it to Hitoshi’s dorm. When he knocks, the tall, lanky yet muscled junior opens the door, looking extremely tired. Aizawa puts a finger to his lips, silencing Hitoshi, before slinking into his dorm and standing in the middle of the floor.

On Hitoshi’s couch sits his little Eri, vigorously coloring in her favorite pink sweater with a purple cat face on it and striped stockings, her off-white locks pinned back with barrettes that were probably Mirio’s doing to show off her cute little horn.

When she looks up with those big crimson eyes Aizawa loves so much, she gasps. “Daddy!” she shouts as if she hasn’t seen him in years when in reality, it’s only been two days.

Ever since Aizawa agreed to do night patrols again, he’s been letting Eri stay in Hitoshi’s dorm to make sure she’s supervised. Eri proclaimed Hitoshi as her “stepbrother” since she first came to UA after being rescued from Overhaul. The entire school took a liking to her, leading to most of the students proclaiming themselves as her bodyguards.

Aizawa isn’t much better. Ever since he volunteered to care for Eri as she got acclimated to her new environment and to help her with her powers, he’s grown attached to the little girl. Now, he looks at the girl as his.

His little girl. His daughter. And nobody ever harms or touches what’s his.

“Hey, you,” he coos, filled with warmth when Eri runs to him and throws her little body into his arms. He squeezes her tight, nuzzling his nose into her white hair. “How’s my favorite girl, hm?” He looks around Hitoshi’s dorm, noticing the crayons littering his couch and the open box of Fruit Loops in his kitchen.

“Drivin’ me crazy,” the lavender-haired boy sighs. “She wouldn’t stop talking about this cat cafe you’re supposedly taking her to later.”

Aizawa glances down at a very excited Eri and pulls away to give her a stern look. “Eri,” he criticizes. “What did we talk about? No annoying Hitoshi when he’s watching you.”

Eri continues to wiggle excitedly, her smile infectious. “Sorry, Daddy,” she whines. “I’m just so excited! Koa's Purrr Palace and Cafe is my favoritest place in the world!”

Aizawa practically dies from her utter cutest. “Alright, you get a pass today, but only ‘cause it’s your birthday and you’re so darn cute.” He pokes her nose, earning a giggle.

He helps Eri clean up her things and packs them away in her leapfrog backpack before they head to the door, hand in hand. “Thanks, Shinso. I’ll take it from here.” Hitoshi nods, leaning against the door frame as Aizawa passes him $50 for his services. “See you, Eri,” he calls to the girl as he shuts the door.

“Bye, ‘Toshi!” Eri yells back in her cute little voice. She then looks up at Aizawa, her hand in his. “Can we go now, Daddy? Can we go now pleeeeease?”

Aizawa could gobble her up with how cute she is. How anyone could harm such an innocent soul is beyond him. “Alright, alright,” he sighs, defeated, “but be on your best behavior.” Eri squeals in excitement as they walk together out of the dorms and into the spring sun.

Koa’s Purrr Palace & Cafe is by far one of Eri’s favorite places to exist in Musutafu. Aizawa will admit that the place is cute as hell: it serves as a rescue center for stray cats in the city and a cafe that serves the best coffee and sandwiches Aizawa has ever had.

He found it by accident one day and didn’t know it was a cat cafe until he walked inside and the smallest tabby he’d ever seen tried to bite his boots.

“Koshi, cut it out!” Koa, the little old lady who owns the place, had sternly told the kitten. “No biting the guests!” She had offered Aizawa a free coffee and a $15 gift card as an apology, which led him to come back with Eri on the weekends. They’ve been regulars to the point where Koa and the staff know them by name.

As soon as they step into the cafe, Aizawa is hit with the scent of roasted coffee beans and the sweet aroma of baked bread that makes his stomach growl. One employee is busy serving two middle school girls their crepes while two other employees are cleaning the area, and wiping off tables and booths.

Aizawa swears he’s never seen so many cats in his life–everywhere he looks, there’s one lounging on a chair or playing in their cat tower, tiny meows filling the air.

If he could adopt all of them, he would.

Eri is in her world. Her big eyes flick from side to side of the room, drinking in the sight of cats galore. “Kitties!” she shouts a little too loudly, alerting one of the employees.

“Oh, Eri and Mr. Aizawa!” she greets them happily. “You’re just in time! Koa is in the back, but she told me to let you know we got a shipment for ice cream if you want our signature purrr parfaits.”

Eri gapes happily at her at the sound of her favorite parfaits. “Yes, please!” she enthusiastically replies, making the employee laugh.

“We’ll take two, thanks,” Aizawa patiently replies, taking Eri’s hand. “And tell Koa thank you. C’mon, Eri; let’s sit down so the employees can do their jobs.”

They do so, taking a seat at a table near a cat tower where they watch two kittens play with each other, Eri giggling at them. A few minutes later, a short, old woman with silver-white hair cropped to her shoulders steps out from the back. She smiles at the sight of Aizawa and Eri. “Ah, there are my favorite customers!” she happily greets them.

“Hi, Ms. K!” Eri giggles, now petting one of the kittens. She’s gentle and careful as the kitten rubs its head into her hand. Aizawa could die from the cuteness.

“Good afternoon, Shouta,” Koa says, smiling down at him. “Still no girl on your arm?”

Aizawa blushes beneath his scarves, doing his best to hide his face. “Koa, you know I’m too busy to date with this one in my hair.” He nods at Eri who is now playing with three other kittens, flinging a feathered toy around.

“That’s no excuse!” Koa playfully argues. “I happen to know many fine-looking young women who love single dads.”

Once again, Aizawa turns a bright red and adverts his eyes, making the old lady laugh. He swears that every single person he knows asks him why he isn’t in a relationship yet. It isn’t like he’s against the dating scene, but between caring for Eri, teaching his classes, working as a pro, and feening over you, Aizawa knows he’s too busy to date.

“Well, being tied up with your little girl is all the more reason to find a nice lady to help you out,” Koa chuckles. “Or you could always just visit here. Animals make great company; especially as pets. Our adoption rates have just been shooting through the roof lately.”

Eri whips around, her white hair flying. “Pets?” she asks, wide-eyed. “You mean we can adopt the kitties here too?!”

Koa gives a bellied laugh while Aizawa shakes his head. “Eri, we’ve gone over this: no animals are allowed in the dorms. You know that Nezu is paranoid.” Eri gives him a cute little scowl, her bottom lip poking. “No pouting either,” Aizawa sternly says.

As stubborn as the girl is, Eri knows the rules. Principal Nezu is serious about dorm rules, especially having pets. Aizawa can understand since Nezu is a mouse–every animal is scary to him, but cats? That’s probably a nightmare.

“Aww, it’s okay, Eri, dear,” Koa laughs. “Nothing a good parfait and some playtime can’t cure.”

Koa winks at the little girl as one of the employees comes to their table holding two delicious-looking parfaits: vanilla ice cream and spongey cake at the bottom of the glasses topped with whipped cream, strawberries, waffle cones, and chocolate syrup that drizzles over the glass rims. Eri thanks the employee as she grabs hers, already digging in.

“Go on and have fun!” Koa urges, motioning around the cafe like it’s Eri’s playpen…which it is.

For the next fifteen minutes, Aizawa watches Eri as she runs around the cafe while Koa and the employees work, serving others drinks and tending to the cats.

During this, Aizawa spends time eating his parfait, scrolling through his phone, and letting one of the cats toy with his scarf. ‘So damn cute,’ he thinks, cursing Nezu for that stupid pet rule. He wouldn’t mind having a cat around his dorm to keep him company since dating is out of the question right now.

“Oh, they’re so cute!” Eri suddenly squeals. “Daddy, look at this one!”

Aizawa looks up, finding his daughter standing at the cat cages off to the side. A sign posted on the wall states that they are all available for playtime and adoptions. Eri is busy staring into the cage of a teeny black cat curled up on a plush blanket, sleeping soundly.

“Eri,” he sighs, striding over to the overexcited child, “leave the cat alone. It’s sleeping right now, so…”

But as he gets closer and closer to the cat, his words die in his throat. He doesn’t understand why or what kind of feeling he’s feeling as he stares down at it, but it renders him speechless.

“Oh, her!” Koa says from the back counter, wiping down some spilled coffee. “She came in last night. Poor baby had an injured paw when I found her, so I brought her in.”

She tuts at the kitty. “She must’ve been exhausted; she’s been sleeping the whole day.”

Aizawa continues to stare wordlessly at the cat, a warm feeling tingling inside of him. It’s just a regular-looking, short-haired black cat with one of its paws wrapped in a bandage, but Aizawa can’t help but feel like there is something more to the kitty; something special. He stares at it and feels as if he’s met this specific cat before.

Realizing how he probably looks right now–like an idiot–, he quickly steers Eri away from the cage. “Let’s not bother her, baby,” he gently says. “Let’s play with the two down here. They look lively.”

He points down at the cage where two long-haired kittens are wrestling with each other, tiny mews filling the air.

“Can we, Ms. Koa?!” Eri excitedly asks, bouncing on her feet.

Koa is already walking over with a key to unlock the cage. “Of course, dear,” she giggles. “Just don’t wear yourself out too much before you eat the rest of your parfait.”

Aizawa swears he's never seen a kid so excited for some damn cats.

#shouta aizawa #shoutaaa #smutty smut #my fic shit #my works #here kitty kitty #bnha smut #black coded reader #black fanfic writer #black writers #aizawa x black!reader #shouta aizawa x black!reader

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bunbeeplays · 4 months ago

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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 115 - A Star in the Making

Lulu's got smashed papaya on her face and she's blowing raspberries like it's going out of style. This girl is a hot mess and today's episode has barely started!

Looks like Lulu's doing her own thing. Let's see what Gemma's up to.

Xander and Ophelia don't let Gemma watch a ton of television, but she's been doing a good job eating her veggies so they decided to reward her with a little more TV time than usual.

There's a new kid's show on. Xander doesn't catch the name but it's about horses apparently.

Gemma: Whoa, big kitty!

Xander: That's not a kitty, goofball. It's a horse! You're right though, they sure are big.

Gemma: Horsey?

Whatever these majestic creatures are, Gemma is fascinated by them.

Xander: I'm gonna check on Mommy. Shout if you or Lulu need anything.

Gemma: 'kay, Daddy.

Knowing Ophelia, she's probably rehearsing the song they're debuting tonight, even though the band's rehearsed it to death.

Gemma isn't concerned with that, she's enthralled in her show.

As Lulu practices pulling herself up on her feet, Gemma watches these kids go on all kinds of adventures with their horses. You can ride them apparently! Whet Gemma tried to ride Marshmallow, she just got scolded!

Maybe when she's a big girl, she can ride a horse too…

Gemma: I'm gonna have a real horsey when I'm big, Lulu! You can ride her too!

Lulu: ☺️

Gemma: I'll braid her hair and you can clean up her poopy!

That doesn't seem like a very fair division of chores but Lulu's just happy her sister's happy!

A commercial break comes on so Gemma entertains herself by playing with Lulu.

Gemma: You look silly, sissy.

Gemma blows a raspberry on the infant's belly, like she's seen Mommy and Daddy do, and grins as her sister bursts into giggles. She's killing this big sister thing!

Ophelia, who was actually doing yoga to destress, witnesses that adorable moment right before feeding Lulu her afternoon milk.

Ophelia: Look at you two playing so nicely. And look at your face! Why didn't Daddy clean that off?

Gemma: He sayed she might want a snack for later.

The crowd is full of friends, family and fans alike at The Lemon Drop. Ophelia approaches the mic.

Ophelia: Thank you all for coming out tonight to hear our latest single live! Your support means the world to us. This place is small but it feels like there's 400 of you here!

Ophelia: This song is about letting go of your regrets and moving forward. A lot of stuff from my past resurfaced recently, some good, like my bestie Celeste - hey girl, there you are! - and some… not so good. But the days of wallowing and wondering "what if?" are behind me.

🎶Regrets collect like old friends Here to relive your darkest moments I can see no way, I can see no way And all of the ghouls come out to play🎶

🎶And every demon wants his pound of flesh But I like to keep some things to myself I like to keep my issues drawn It's always darkest before the dawn

And I've been a fool and I've been blind I can never leave the past behind I can see no way, I can see no way🎶

🎶I'm always dragging that horse around All of his questions, such a mournful sound Tonight I'm gonna bury that horse in the ground 'Cause I like to keep my issues drawn But it's always darkest before the dawn🎶

Greta loves this gloomy song, so much it's making her NOT gloomy!

🎶And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back So shake him off, oh whoa And I am done with my graceless heart So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart🎶

Everyone's loving the song… It definitely catches the eye, or rather ear, of someone very important…

They play the chorus again and this unfamiliar face is loving it!

Fan: OMW, no wonder my stepson loves this band so much!

Stepson? Greta's pretty sure that girl was only a few grades above her in high school.

Xander's proud of his wife. Celeste's contemplating getting juiced.

The song concludes and Ophelia says her final piece.

Ophelia: Thank you guys so much! The song is now available on Plopify! Feel free to hang around and mingle. I know I'm gonna have some nectar myself.

A few people go outside for fresh air, including Libby and Xander.

Xander: You still feelin' down?

Libby: Yeah… I might go.

Drew comes out in time to hear that.

Drew: Aw, that's a shame. We never get to talk in person.

Libby: …A few more minutes won't hurt, I guess.

Before Ophelia can get her desired nectar, the new fan immediately approaches her.

Fan: I am, like, in LOVE with your vibe. I'm Paisley. Ophelia, right?

Ophelia: Yes, thank you! That's really sweet, Paisley.

Paisley: Any chance we could chat? I have a business opportunity!

They sit down and Ophelia's surprise to see Trent waiting.

Ophelia: Oh, hey, Trent!

Trent: Hi. I see you met my step-mom. Yeah, Dad wouldn't let me come to a bar without adult supervision. Paisley was the closest to an adult we could find.

Paisley: You're so funny, Trent!

Libby and Drew are somehow having a less awkward conversation.

Libby: It's just hard to find someone that wants what you want, y'know?

Drew: I get it. I'm kind of new to the whole wanting a relationship thing, but it's not easy. I'm sure you'll find someone that gels with you.

Wow, what good and supportive friends who definitely are just wanting to stay friends!

Paisley: So my hubby Juan thinks it'd be good for me to become a singer and musician like you! I'd just need some lessons. And we can totally work around your schedule. I, like, don't have a lot going on.

Ophelia: I don't know…

Paisley: Juan said he'll pay whatever you ask!

aisley: If you're worried about childcare, you could bring your kids and they could play with the twins! They said they had fun last time. And you'd cover their college tuition in a few sessions!

Trent's testing to see if Ophelia is a mindreader by screaming SAY NO in his head

Ophelia: I'd like to talk to my husband about it first, but I think we could make it work.

Paisley: OMW! Thank you thank you! Juan will be so happy!

Trent: -mumbling- I'm starting to think Dad didn't actually care about me getting to see The Main Squeeze live…

#The Sims #The Sims 4 #The Sims 4 Legacy #The Lemon Legacy #TS4 #The Sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 #generation 1 #ophelia #xander #gemma #lulu #paisley #trent #greta #celeste #drew #moses #libby

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kzlove · 1 year ago

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spider donut

syn -> you and eren go on a hunt for a spider donut.

warnings : nickname use (mama, babe, girl), mikasa has a little brother, spider man jokes, mikasa and eren have a sibling relationship, n-word use (once i think ion know), definitely not proofread

eren x black!reader

note : bruh i lowkey forgot abt this acc 🌚

[6:03am] my girl : oh hi eren 🙂

[6:05am] boyfie : ohmygod [6:05am] boyfie : whatchu want now girl [6:05am] boyfie : it's six in the fuckin morning

[6:06am] my girl : damn so ask me how i slept then.

[6:06am] boyfie : mmcht. [6:07am] boyfie : how you slept mama?

[6:09am] my girl : stfu

[6:10am] boyfie : bruh. 😐 [6:10am] boyfie : WHATCHU WANT.

[6:10am] my girl : you still got ur keys took?

[6:11am] boyfie : ok so.. [6:11am] boyfie : you wanna get blocked 🤨 [6:12am] boyfie : could've said that frm the get go babe

[6:13am] my girl : aii bruh chilll 🫠 [6:15am] my girl : i want a spider donut

[6:16am] boyfie : huh

[6:18am] my girl : you text too much 😒 [6:18am] my girl : ft me, i miss your face

[6:19am] boyfie : you texted me first 😒

eren facetimes you, staring into the camera with low, tired eyes.

"why are you up so early on a weekend?" eren grumbles into the mic, holding the phone in his left hand.

you smile, showing your face in the camera as you rest your back against the headboard.

he recognizes it, but can't exactly tell where he recognizes it from.

"i'm at mikasa's house. she went to go get nan from his sleepover." you inform, turning her led lights on.

nan was her little brother, but his real name was kenji.

he got his nickname from eren, due to the young boy's love for bananas and the first minions movie.

"at six in the morning? who ends a sleep over at this time?" he questions, sitting up in his bed a bit confused.

"it's his first sleepover, e. he had a nightmare and wanted to go home." you complained, rolling your eyes.

eren says nothing in response, just laying back in his bed with a quiet 'mmh' coming from his lips.

you stare back at him, giving him a stink face.

"what do you want girl? i wanna go back to sleep." eren questions, mumbling into his sheets.

"a spider donut baby. you know the one i sent you like a night ago?" you question, tilting your head.

eren scoffs, picking up his phone and getting ready to hang up on you.

"please hang up on me so i can find another nigga." you beg, glaring at the phone and sitting up with the quickness.

eren groans loudly, before dropping his phone right back on the bed in annoyance.

you giggle, leaning back against the headboard with a proud look on your face.

"gimme two hours mama. then m'all yours okay?" eren questions, picking up his phone with a frown.

you nod, smiling big at his words. "okay. love you." you speak into the mic, biting your freshly done nail.

eren mumbles a quiet 'love you too' before hanging up.

he doesn't know what he's getting himself into.

you were generous enough to give him four more hours of sleep, before calling him again.

this time, he was actually climbing out of his bed and making his way to the bathroom.

"i hope you're not ready yet." eren said, picking up his tooth brush and propping his phone up.

you shake your head no, showing him your black top and hello kitty pajama pants.

but you had already brushed your teeth, showered, and did your hair.

all you had to do was put your clothes on, and you were ready to go after that.

unlike eren, who had to do everything under the sun.

you hadn't mind though. it gave you more time to look for your outfit and pair your shoes with it.

when eren finished brushing his teeth, he climbed into the shower.

"what are you gonna wear?" you questioned, laying your outfit on mikasa's vanity chair.

eren pauses for a minute, before humming. "probably something calm. my essentials hoodie and my forces maybe." eren shrugged.

you glance at your outfit while nodding.

"nice. love it." you reply shortly after, stripping out of your clothes and beginning to lotion your skin.

it doesn't take too long for eren to get out the shower, walking into his room and setting his phone on his dresser.

he starts to dig through his closet, a confused and annoyed look on his face.

"what's wrong baby?" you question, pulling up your jeans and socks.

eren pokes his head out of the closet to look at you.

"do you have my essentials hoodie? you were last to wear it" he questions, bringing his fully body out of the closet.

you shake your head, giving him a confused frown. "you were the one that took it off me, e." you reminded.

eren huffed in frustration, before picking up his dark green sweatshirt and tossing over his head while grumbling.

you don't pay him any mind, tossing your hoodie over your head and walking downstairs.

"you leaving already?" mikasa asks you, raising her eyebrow in confusion.

she was laying on the couch watching bojack horseman, a bowl of fruits sitting in front of her.

she must've cut them up while you were in the shower.

you shake your head, having a seat next to her and looking at the tv.

"eren's coming to get me in a bit. i'll be right back though." you tell her, grabbing a throw pillow and tucking it under your chin.

she nods, popping a grape in her mouth and offering you one.

you take one gratefully, mimicking her actions and popping it in her mouth.

5 minutes go past, before mikasa opens her mouth again.

"you got a dick appointment? you smell really good and you used my cocoa butter." mikasa questioned, smirking.

you laughed, before shaking your head.

"nah, i wish. we're going to look for something." you say, using your camera to make sure your edges are laid.

mikasa hums, sliding you the rest of her fruit bowl and stretching while pointing to her keys.

she didn't want to fall asleep and have you locked out, even though her parents gave eren the spare key.

you eat it, chewing on the piece of strawberry in the bowl.

"i'm outside." eren says from your phone, leaning back into his seat with a quiet yawn.

you nod, standing up out of your seat and giving mikasa a small hug before grabbing her keys.

you make your way over to eren's car after locking the front door, climbing into the front with a smile.

eren stared at your outfit the entire time, and even shifted his whole body when you took a seat.

"what?" you finally asked, kissing your teeth. but you knew why he was staring so hard

"how the fuck you got my hoodie? and i asked if you seen it." eren scoffed, reversing out of the driveway.

you hold your tongue, reapplying your lip gloss and making sure you looked good.

eren doesn't say anything else about the topic, just driving to the nearest dunkin donuts.

he let you have the aux, so of course your favorite song was blasting from the speakers.

you got all the videos out of the short car ride you could, posting only one on his instagram story.

the music turns off when you get to dunkin donuts, eren climbing out the car and opening the door for you.

he does the same to the dunkin donuts door, waiting for you to walk in.

you smile, walking in and immediately going to the showcase of donuts.

your smile disappears when you don't see what you're looking for.

eren notices, and turns to the cashier. "do you guys have anymore spider donuts?" he questions, showing him the picture.

he must've looked it up on his way, because you didn't send him any spider picture.

the cashier looks, before shaking his head.

"nah, sorry. can i get you anything else?" the cashier asks, shifting his eyes back to eren.

eren notices you walking out of the place, grumbling to yourself.

he rolls his eyes in response, looking up at the menu. "yeah let me get a strawberry dragon fruit refresher and.."

you sat on the hood of the car, waiting for eren to come out of the dunkin donuts place.

you looked before you made sure eren knew where he was going, and they literally said they were available.

how the fuck do you promote wrong?

eren walks out, holding a little bag and two drinks in his hand.

one refresher, and one frozen drink.

"who the fuck is that for?" you questioned, making a face at him.

"you girl. who else?" he questions back, handing you the cold drink with a scoff.

you smile, wrapping your freshly done nails around it.

you recognized it as the limited munchkin drink, the one you were talking about to him a couple nights ago.

"there's another one a couple miles away. lets check there." you beam, taking a sip of your drink.

eren chuckles and nods, opening the door for you to get in.

you plug the location into the gps and eren began driving.

"shit better be worth it." eren joked, watching the road as you took pictures of him and the drink.

you've gone to five dunkin donuts in your area, before trying another one.

both your drinks were completely done, and eren was ready to climb back into his bed.

"you need this today mama?" eren asked, pulling into yet another dunkin donuts with a frown.

you nod, squeezing his thigh. "plus i really think nan will be happier after his embarrassment." you explain, climbing out the car.

the two of you walk into the dunkin donuts located in walmart, before you gasped loudly.

"baby look they have it!" you say excitedly, shaking eren's arm while walking up to the cash register.

eren chuckles, squeezing your hand. it looked pretty normal to him, but he knew your excitement was different from his.

he adores you because of it.

"hi. can we get three spider donuts?" eren orders, rubbing the small of your back.

the sweet woman grabs a box, getting ready to pack the donuts into it for the two of you.

"actually can we get six spider donuts, and two chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla please." you correct, leaning into eren.

she nods, grabbing the half dozen box and packing the donuts neatly into it.

you grab your phone, getting ready to scan your card on it.

but before you could scan it, eren swipes his own card with a cheeky grin.

he doesn't let you speak, grabbing the box and walking out of the store without you.

"you two are a cute couple." the woman smiles, waving you off.

you nod, shooting her a small thanks before chasing after eren.

you meet him at the car, holding the box and waiting for you with your side already open.

"you didn't have to pay." you complained, getting into your side while looking up at him.

he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips, muttering 'i know' against them.

you have so much love for this man.

you make it back to mikasa's house after a bit of a drive and the many pictures you took of the box of donuts.

eren opens the door for you when you make it to the house, and closes the door after too.

"honey i'm home!" eren calls out jokingly, hearing nan immediately run down the stars.

eren places the donuts on the counter and nan launches himself into his arms.

they had a strong relationship, you could tell. probably because mikasa always had eren around.

nan had grown to see eren like his older brother.

"and you're here too!" nan giggles, looking at you upside down in eren's hold.

you give him a short hug once he's let down, before turning to mikasa who was knocked out on the couch.

the tv read 'are you still watching bojack horseman' on the tv.

she must've fallen asleep after you left.

"who are the donuts for?" nan asked, sitting at the table in front of them with a grin.

"us, nan. open them." you suggested, pointing to the box and sitting in front of him.

eren walks over to mikasa, lifting her up and shaking her awake.

she immediately lets out loud complaints of 'put me down!" and "i'm sleeping eren!" as he swings her around.

nan opens the box and gasps, seeing the spider donuts almost immediately.

"yay! spider donuts! thank you!" nan cheered, clapping his hands and wiggling in his seat at the sight of the donuts.

you make sure to put two aside for mikasa's parents, not wanting to leave them out of it.

you grab three more and sit on the couch with napkins, handing one to mikasa and eren.

eren pulls your thighs over his lap and kisses your cheek, before taking a bite out of his donut.

"thank you eren." you say, resting your head on his shoulder.

eren nods and rubs your back, a smile on his face.

these feelings he got and your reaction were definitely the reason he did things like this.

-bonus-

after finishing your donut, the three of you were comfortably watching bojack horseman on the couch.

you had switched out your clothes for your pajamas and brought a blanket for you an eren to share.

about three episodes in, nan dashed in front of the tv wearing a spider man suit, doing the spider man pose.

"bro you're not spider man." mikasa complained, already pinching the bridge of her nose.

"yes i am! new york needs me!" nan yelled, stomping his feet and pretending to shoot webs at her.

you laughed, moving out the way so eren could record him.

"you're not miles morales! the spider didn't even bite you!" mikasa laughed, throwing her hands up.

nan paused, before giving his sister a snarky remark.

one you surely weren't ready to hear.

"girl it's 2023. ipads and computers and scientists are very smart." nan complained, roling his eyes.

eren busted into laughter.

your outfit || eren's outfit

#aot fanfiction #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot fluff #eren aot #connie springer #eren jeager #eren yeager #eren x black fem!reader #eren x reader #mikasa ackerman

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taylortruther · 29 days ago

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what are you doing this weekend bestie! //

ohhhh drag brunch, that sounds so fun! how was it? and writing class? you had such fun plans, i hope you didnt end up getting sick and enjoyed it all to the maxxxx! And so glad to hear your kitty is doing better! I imagine chemo probably also would've put her under more stress even though it would've helped her in the long run...i really hope it stays that way! sending all the best of vibes!!🫰🏽 Friday night i went to a hip hop concert with my boyfriend cause a friend of ours was doing the sound and they had 4 openers??? like the gig was already going for 2h30 and the main act hadn't even appeared? it was lots of fun but we ended up not staying for too long cause we were soooo tired haha so we missed the main act which was a bummerrrrrr saturday i went to another friends EP release show, they play insane experimental jazz and they had huge ice cubes hanging with mic's underneath to catch the sound of the droplets falling and implemented it into their performance....it was a wild experience and i'm so proud of them!! they're called "polarbæren" if you wanna see just how experimental they are haha

i did unfortunately get sick, i'm still recovering BUT i am glad i got it out of the way because i'll be visiting my bestie in a few days and would hate to be sick during that.

experimental jazz with water drops on the mic... that sounds so cool! i'm going to check them out. that sounds like such a fun weekend

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Emerald Eyes and Ruby Butterflies

Guide: "Normal talking." 'Thinking.' "Talking over radio/mics/T.V." "Akuma talking."

Chapter 2

“Shouta, that’s not a cat.”

You stared up at the tall men in confusion, your gaze flickering between them both.

Eraserhead (or should you call him Aizawa now?) had taken you straight to his home after meeting with Nezu. The two of you had hopped across rooftops and ran through alleys for a full twenty minutes before arriving at an apartment building. He led you through the gates (yes, more than one, which you found very excessive) and past no less than eight security guards.

Again, excessive.

And when you stepped through the front door of his apartment, the two of you were practically assaulted by the sheer volume of the man waiting for you. You stumbled back as a blond man screeched at the top of his lungs and made his way to you.

Your new caretaker immediately wrapped his scarf around the man’s mouth and activated his Quirk, which you had learned the name of while still at the school. “‘Zashi! What did I say about using your Quirk?”

The man struggled, and his voice came out muffled. Aizawa huffed and released him. The blond man stepped forward to greet him.

“Shouta! Welcome back! Where’s the kitty? You said you were bringing home a stray, right?”

And that was when he spotted you. Aizawa sighed. “Hizashi, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), this is Hizashi. He’s another Pro Hero.”

“Hi..?”

Hizashi stared at you for another moment. You fidgeted under his intense gaze. He continued to stare at you even as he blurted out that rather obvious statement.

Which, leads you to now. Both you and Hizashi were confused as all hell, and Aizawa wasn’t helping by walking away. Hizashi reached out and grabbed onto his scarf. “Now hold on a minute!” Pulling him back, he gestured to you. “Shouta, my bestest bud, does that look like a cat to you?”

“Obviously not. Why?”

“Then why the hell did you imply you were bringing home a stray animal? She’s a girl! A human!” Hizashi shook Aizawa by the shoulders. You whipped your head around to stare offendedly at him. “You did what now?”

“I didn’t.” Aizawa shrugged off Hizashi’s hands. “You just assumed. You know what they say about assuming.”

Hizashi’s hands flew up into the air, and you flinched back. “You called her a stray! Any normal person would use that word to call an animal they found on the streets! See! I have proof!” Your eyes widened and you dropped your bag as Hizashi dug through his pocket and pulled out a phone. “You did what now?!”

The blond man pushed his phone into Aizawa’s face. “See? You called her a stray! I thought you meant an animal, so I got cat food and a bowl of water ready and waiting next to the cat bed!” Aizawa pushed the phone away with a grumble. “Sho, we don’t have room for another human! Our extra room is filled with boxes!”

You raised your hand at that. “I’m more than okay with sleeping on the couch for a while. But, can we go back to you calling me a stray for a minute?”

“No,” Aizawa fixed a red-eyed glare at you before moving further into the apartment, “We don’t have time to waste. You, go get a shower. Hizashi and I will get the couch ready for you.” You slowly nodded to yourself as the Hero disappeared from view. You turned to Hizashi. “Are we sure I need a shower when he looks just as much of a hobo as I do?”

Hizashi groaned and gently pushed towards the bathroom. “Don’t argue right now. You can do that in the morning. For now, just hop on in. I’ll get you some clothes to change into.”

You turned back around to gesture to your bag. “Oh, I have some extras in there!” He raised an eyebrow. “Are they clean?” You stopped and sent him a sheepish shrug. He frowned and continued to shove you to the bathroom. “I’ll get you some clean ones and wash those tonight. Now go! Shower!”

And with that, you reluctantly shut the door behind you and started the shower. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

“So, what’s going on?”

Hizashi asked from his spot in the kitchen making something quick to eat. Shouta huffed as he arranged the pillows and blankets into a comfortable nest on the couch. “You remember the Order?”

He heard all movement in the kitchen stop for a solid minute. “...Yes. What does she have to do with the Order?” Shouta stood up and sighed long and heavily. You were still in the shower; he can hear the water running from here.

“She’s an Exorcist.”

“..What?” Hizashi walked into the living room, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth turned down. “Why is she here? The Order didn’t-”

“She’s running from them. We don’t know why, or how she got here, but Nezu decided to take her in. She’ll be living with us for the time being.” He turned back to Hizashi, pinning him with an intense stare. “Something big happened. (Y/N) didn’t leave for no reason, and she can’t be afraid of going back for no reason, either.”

Hizashi sucked in a sharp breath. “You’re saying-”

“The Vatican is doing something to their Exorcists, something they obviously left out in our mandatory lessons. We need to get to the bottom of it.” Shouta growled out, crossing his arms. Hizashi let out a hysterical chuckle. “So we’re now in charge of a possibly very traumatized child in possession of not just a sentient weapon of unimaginable power, but controversial information that could bring down an entire religion if it’s leaked. No pressure.”

The water turned off. Shouta glanced over at the bathroom door before sharing a look with Hizashi. “Not a word about this. Ever.” The blond man agreed and made his way back to the kitchen.

A few minutes later, you stepped out of the bathroom and the three of you ended up eating your late-night dinner of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in complete silence. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

The next morning, you awoke with a crash.

“OW! SON OF A-” You jolted up from the couch, anklets crackling in alarm. There was nothing out of the ordinary in the living room, so you cautiously made your way down the hall. There was a room with boxes piling up near the door. Peering inside, you spotted Aizawa and Hizashi huddled around something.

Aizawa’s hair had floated up, and he was staring straight at Hizashi. You stepped inside the room. “Do I wanna know what’s going on?”

Hizashi yelped, and the two of them turned to you as one. “H-Heyyy, nothing to see here!” The blond one waved a hand around. “The idiot hurt himself trying to pick up a box.” Aizawa huffed, and his hair fell back down. You frowned.

“What are you two doing?”

“Clearing up this room so you could sleep in it,” Hizashi replied as he shook out his foot. You winced at the dark bruise already forming, “We should be done by the end of the night, so tomorrow we can go shopping!” You tilted your head to the side. “I don’t need anything, though. A bed will do.” Hizashi waved his hand again. “Nah, you need some stuff. Don’t think I didn’t notice how baggy and torn up those clothes of yours were last night! You need some actual clothes and some furniture to hold them!”

You hummed. “Okay. Agree to disagree, then. I’ll go freshen up and then I’ll help out in here..?”

Aizawa waved you away with a grumble. Nodding once, you stepped out of the room. Hizashi poked his head around the doorway a second later. “Oh! Don’t forget to eat something before you join us! I left some oatmeal in the microwave for you!”

“Thanks.” You say and he went back inside.

(You didn’t notice the look the two Heroes shared when you turned your back. You had no idea that your insisting on just a bed damn near broke their hearts. It said a lot about how your life was before if you’re so used to living out of a single bag.) <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

Johnny shrank in his seat across from Kanda.

It was early in the morning, just barely past midnight, and the two were holed up in an I-Hop of all places. Kanda glared down at the mug of coffee that was placed in front of him while Johnny sipped uneasily at his.

“S-So,” He started and immediately regretted speaking up when Kanda’s glare flicked up to him, “T-T-Thank you for s-saving me, K-K-Kan-Kanda. But what, er, w-what are you d-doing h-here?”

The angry Exorcist clicked his tongue and pushed his mug away. “Don’t mention it. Ever. You do, and I’ll slice you up.” Johnny flinched and nodded rapidly. Oh, why did the one Exorcist that hates everyone’s guts come save him?! Kanda glared at him for a moment or two longer before scanning the restaurant. “And I’m here to repay a debt. That’s all.”

“O-Oh. For Allen?” Kanda’s scowl deepened. “That damn Moyashi...too fucking idiotic to live..”

Well. This was turning out nicely. “S-So, you’re not h-here to help me l-look for A-Allen?”

Kanda swung his glare back onto him and he flinched back. “I have a goddamn debt to repay. To do that, I need to find the Baka Moyashi. You know how to find the idiot, right?”

“A-Ah, yes! At l-least, I t-think I d-do..”

His lips pulled back into a smirk, and Johnny could have sworn the devil replaced Kanda for a moment.

“Then let’s find that fucking Moyashi.” <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

The room was mostly cleared out by that night. Aizawa managed to find a futon in that mess for you to sleep on until you get actual furniture, which Hizashi insisted on doing online.

You stared over the man’s shoulder as he slowly scrolled through the website. “See anything you like so far?”

“Not yet.” You reply, popping an M&M into your mouth. You had grabbed a bowl of it before settling down on the couch with Hizashi to keep yourself busy. Aizawa had gone...somewhere. You weren’t sure where. You..weren’t sure how long he’s been gone, too. It was like he just - poof! Gone with no evidence that he was there at all. You kinda wanted to learn how to do that...

Hizashi scrolled down once more, and you perked up at the latest piece of furniture that appeared. You reached out and pointed at it. “What about this? Is it too expensive?”

“Well, let’s see!” He chirped back and clicked on it. Hizashi hummed, nodding. “I think we can go with this. Adding to the cart...Okay! Done! Moving on?” You nodded, handing him some candy when he reached for the bowl.

The front door opened and the two of you turned to see Aizawa shuffling through. You cocked your head to the side. “Where’d you go?” He held up some plastic bags. “Store. Ran out of cat food.”

Your brows furrowed. Cat food? But, they didn’t have any pets? You’d have noticed, right? You turned to Hizashi. “Are you guys haunted by ghost cats or something?”

Hizashi dissolved into loud cackles. He was shaking so much, you ended up taking his computer and the bowl of candy back. “What?” You flick your gaze between both men. “It’s a legitimate question! Why are you laughing?”

“(Y/N),” Aizawa paused by the balcony door, “What makes you think we have ghost cats?”

“Well, there’s no actual cat that I’ve run into, and I don’t see any fur anywhere. There are no toys either.” You frowned. “The only evidence of any cat is the cat food. Why did you buy cat food again?”

Aizawa let out a deep sigh and placed the bag down. “Come with me.” He said, bending down to grab some bowls from a cabinet next to the balcony door. You handed the computer and candy back to Hizashi when he calmed down enough and stood up. You followed him out and watched as he shook some kibble into the bowls and sat them down.

“We’re not too high up, so they can get up here easily. We like to leave food out for them.”

Your furrowed brows furrowed deeper. “‘Them’? Who are you talking about?”

Aizawa sat down on one of the chairs they had out there. “Stray cats. Sometimes we find them injured and bring them home. Sometimes they find us. Either way, they never stay for long, but they always come back eventually. We keep some food out for them at this time of night because this is the time they all like to appear.”

Just as he finished speaking, a few dark shapes hopped up on a neighboring balcony and made their way over. The cats appeared one by one and crawled over to the food. You sank into the other chair they had out to watch.

“Huh. Didn’t know there were so many stray animals around. Why do you guys feed them so much?”

“It’ll get better when summer rolls around, so we’ll leave out less food for them, but during this time of year? Not much food to find out on the streets.” A cat leaped up onto his lap and he silently scratched it behind its ears. Some more found their way onto him, and you bit back a smile when one tried climbing onto his shoulders.

Then a sudden pressure on one of your legs grabbed your attention, and you glanced down to see the smallest of the horde hopping up. It had an ugly scar running through its left eye, sealing it shut. The white kitty curled up into your lap and you started absentmindedly running your hand over it.

You couldn’t hear the purr it let out, but you could feel it rumbling against your leg. You smiled. “I’m surprised you haven’t adopted one yet.”

“Mic is concerned they’ll ruin the furniture. And none of them seem to like being cooped up in our apartment for very long.”

Nodding, you glance over to the rest of the cats. Some were rubbing themselves across your legs before disappearing back into the night while others laid down in piles to groom each other. “I hope they’ll be safe while out on the streets. They’re too cute for the homeless life, and it’s still cold out.”

Aizawa huffed from beside you.

A few minutes later, Hizashi was calling your name from inside, and you reluctantly removed the little cat from your lap and slipped back inside. You glanced back just in time for the scarred kitty to curl up in your previous spot.

Before you went to sleep a few hours later, you glanced up at the night sky with a frown. It wasn’t often you prayed, but you silently sent one to the heavens that night, asking for the safety of those abandoned cats.

And if the mental image of one small, white cat with a scar running through its eye morphed into the face of your brother, you would silently send another to the god that separated you once again. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

Two and a half weeks went by, and it was finally the Entrance Exam.

You and Hizashi went clothes shopping on your second day living with them while Aizawa finished clearing your room out and your new furniture arrived a few days ago. You still haven’t been allowed to go out on patrol, but they’ve assured you it won’t be too long. (You hoped so. You don’t want to continue thinking of the what-ifs any longer.)

Now, here you stand, dressed in comfortable clothes and staring up at the large building that is U.A. It was just you and the teachers right now. You frowned as you followed Hizashi and Aizawa inside.

You could already tell that today is going to be stressful. Oh, fun.

The two Heroes led you towards what you think is a meeting room. It was somewhat empty, only three other teachers were there. Nezu, a woman you recognized from pictures in the apartment, and an old lady. The three turned to you as one and you flinched back. (You had to stamp down on the urge to hide behind Aizawa. You didn’t want to appear like a child in front of these Heroes.)

“Present Mic! Aizawa! Good of you two to join us!” Nezu cried, clapping his hands in delight. “And so early, too! Here, have this cup of coffee, Aizawa.” He slid a mug across the table and your host shambled forward with a grumble.

The woman craned her neck to look at you. “Hello, there!” You glanced at Hizashi, who shrugged and waved you forward, before meeting her gaze again.

She seemed okay enough, and she was in Hizashi’s group pictures often..

You hesitantly waved at her from your spot near the door. She shot a quick smile at you and glanced questioningly at your hosts. You decided to direct your attention to the windows.

Outside, the sun was barely peeking over the treetops. In another hour, the examinees will arrive to take the exam. And you were supposed to join them. Over a hundred teenagers. Oh, fun. You’ve never really interacted with people your age before. Lavi and Kanda were the closest to your age before Allen arrived, and they were still a few years older! And here you are, about to be trapped in one room with hundreds of them for hours on end!

You weren’t quite sure what to think about this. Should you be nervous? Not care? Try to make friends when there’s a huge possibility that you’ll never see them again after today? Ugh, being a teenager is hard..

Over the course of an hour, the teachers all arrived. In a few minutes, the first of the examinees will walk through the gate. You should be leaving soon. In fact, you were about to, but Aizawa dragged you into the center of attention.

You froze up when he called you forward. Hesitantly glancing over the other teachers once, you reluctantly leave your position by the window closest to the door and join his side. You refused to look any of the teachers in the eye as Nezu cleared his throat.

“Everyone, I want you all to meet (L/N) (Y/N). I know this is rather short notice, and I apologize,” He set his paws on the table. You tensed. You knew exactly what was about to happen, and you disliked it, “Long story short, (L/N) is a runaway Exorcist.” You flinched at the expected burst of noise and glanced up at Aizawa. He sighed and, with another flash of red, glared at the other teachers. They instantly settled down at this and Nezu waited just a few seconds before reclaiming their attention.

“As I was saying, she is an Exorcist. Due to unknown reasons, she has split off from the Order. I’ve decided to take her in as a student and she is currently living with Aizawa and Present Mic. If anyone is interested, I’ll be writing up a patrol schedule shortly to allow her to continue her Exorcist duties.” Nezu smiled, clapping his paws. “It will, of course, start once school is in session.”

You pursed your lips. Wasn’t that...that was in three more weeks! You tilted your head back with a barely suppressed groan.

“(L/N),” Nezu turned to you and you snapped back into attention, “I do believe the first examinees are arriving, so please do make your way to the auditorium. You know the way, correct?” With a nod, you left the room.

“Wish me luck, I guess.” You half-heartedly call over your shoulder as you closed the door behind you. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

As the door closed, the rest of the teachers turned to Nezu. “Care to explain, Nezu?” Midnight asked, leaning back in her seat. The rodent-like principal merely smiled.

“I’ve explained all that I could.” He interlaced his paws as his employees shared uneasy glances. “(L/N) is here now to keep up appearances. We don’t want the Order to find her so easily, so all official school documents will be entered under her fake name.”

In the back, his newest teacher leaned forward with a handkerchief crumpled in one hand. “But, why exactly is she here? Why is she running?”

Nezu frowned. “That, we do not know. But she has alluded that things are not as they seem in the Order.” The rest of the teachers tensed. “I fear something nefarious is happening inside the Order, but as of now, we only have a handful of hints and the knowledge that (L/N) ran for a good reason to guide us to the truth. I suggest keeping an eye on Young (L/N). That is all for now. Now, we should be getting ready for the exam.”

With a clap of his paws, the teachers disbanded. Only Nezu and his newest teacher remained.

“Are you sure this is a good idea, Nezu?” The principal smiled. “My instincts tell me it is. We can no longer blindly follow the Black Order. If we were to turn her away, there’s a high chance she would be caught and taken back to the Vatican. And if that were to happen, what do you think would become of her, Yagi?”

Yagi's eyes widened, and he coughed into his handkerchief in surprise. “You don’t think...they would-”

Nezu’s smile slipped off his face. “I do think. The Black Order shares many similarities with the HPSC. They won’t like it when one of their pawns steps out of line.” <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

You shuffled nervously in your seat. The room was steadily starting to fill up with examinees. Tapping your fingers together, you watched as several more seats were taken up.

There were around 200 seats in total. Around 200 nervous teenagers shoved into one room.

It was a feast for an Akuma waiting to happen.

A boy with blond hair stomped down the stairs and slumped into the seat diagonally from you. Smoke curled from his hands as he ground his teeth. You curled into your seat. The heck was his problem?

His apparent problem appeared a few minutes later in the form of another boy with curly green hair. He froze a few steps up, staring at the seat next to the angry blond with a pale face. You glanced between them with growing dread. ‘Oh, these two have some drama going on between them, don’t they? Ah, shit. Who put them next to each other??’ You bit back a groan as the green boy slowly slid into his own seat.

Blondie took one glance at Greenie and snarled. You and Greenie flinched back as pops crackled in Blondie’s hands. Cringing, you watched with bated breath for any sudden movements from Blondie, yet all he did was slump further into his seat with a scowl that could send Kanda running for his money.

You watched for a few moments, and when you were satisfied a fight wasn’t about to break loose, you deflated with a sigh of relief. Thank god.

Greenie, however, was tense. Flicking your gaze between the two boys, you frowned. It was obvious there was some bad blood between them. You had no idea what the hell happened, but you recognize fear when you see it, and Greenie was filled to the brim with it.

-Fear coursed through you at the sight of a familiar pair of snake-like eyes and mustache. Your muscles locked up, freezing you in place. Phantom pains flared up around your legs, and you wished with everything in you that today was not the day Malcolm C. Lvellie was visiting.-

Greenie was terrified of this boy. You knew full well what that felt like.

So, you reached over and poked the boy between his shoulder blades gently. Greenie jumped and whirled around, and suddenly pretty green eyes were boring into your soul. Familiar, pretty green eyes.

-“I swear! The next time we meet, I’ll be a Hero! And I’ll protect you!”-

Tilting your head, you studied the boy in front of you. Freckles splattered across his cheeks, green hair poofed up with heavy curls, and wide emerald eyes. Every feature your eyes landed on seemed familiar. Where have you seen him before?

“U-Um,” He started, and you flinched. Right, you poked him for a reason other than to stare unabashedly at him, “D-Did you n-need something?”

Flicking your gaze between him and Blondie once more, you leaned forward and spoke in a soft voice. “Ah, sorry. I just wanted to see if you were alright.”

The boy blinked. “Oh! Y-Yeah, I’m okay. T-Thank you..”

Shrugging, you fold your arms over your desk. “You’re welcome. Hey, have we met before?” Greenie stared at you for a moment. “...S-So I’m not the only one getting deja vu here?” You leaned back into your seat with a thoughtful frown. “Guess neither of us remembers if we have. Well, that’s irritating. Oh, well. It’ll come to us later. What’s your name?”

Greenie sent you a hesitant smile. “M-Midoriya Izuku.” You quirked your lips to the side, eyes squinting as bells rang somewhere deep in your mind. You’ve definitely met this kid before, but where?

“U-Um, and you?” Midoriya scratched his cheek, glancing behind his shoulder once. Your gaze flickered up. More seats have been filled up. You think the exam proctor will arrive any minute now. “(Y/N) (L/N). A pleasure to meet you. Or, should it be ‘nice to see you again’, since we’ve met before?”

But you never get an answer. Just as Midoriya was about to answer, the lights turned off and a few spotlights flashed on, landing on a podium up at the stage. Midoriya turned around in his seat as a figure appeared behind it. You jolted. That was Hizashi!

...What was his Hero name again?

“What’s up, U.A. candidates? Thanks for tuning into me, your school D.J.! Come on, and let me hear ya!”

Dead silence greeted him. You’re pretty sure you could hear a pin drop from the other side of the auditorium. Cringing, you slid down in your seat a bit. ‘Awkward..’

Shrugging the silence off, Hizashi continued. “Keeping it mellow, huh? That’s fine! I’ll skip straight to the main show! Let’s talk about how this practical exam will go down, okay?” He slid into a pose. “Are you ready?!”

Again, dead silence answered him. You stared down at him with your head leaning against your hands. God, this was awkward. You hated it.

“Oh my goodness, it’s the Voice Hero; Present Mic! So cool!” Midoriya gushed in his seat before you. You quirked your lips to the side. Oh. So that’s his Hero name. Frowning, you tilted your head to the side...Was it short for ‘Presentation Michael’? You bit your lip to stifle the giggle rising in you. Now was not the time. “I listen to his radio show every day of the week! It’s so crazy nuts that all the U.A. teachers are Heroes!”

“Will you shut up?” Blondie growled at him and, you have to be honest, you silently agreed. Midoriya was already gaining glances from kids around him, if he didn’t stop muttering he was going to distract a whole lot of kids from the instructions. Hizashi - or should you call him Present Mic now? - continued.

“Like your applications said, today you rockin’ boys and girls will be out there conducting ten-minute mock battles in super hip urban settings!” The screen behind him changed from the school logo to a diagram. “Your drawings, my friends! After I drop the mic here, you’ll head to specified battle centers, sound good?”

You, along with those around you, checked the card you were given. ‘Battle Center A, huh? Hopefully, I won’t get Blondie..’

Speaking of Blondie, he was currently glancing over at Midoriya’s card with a deep scowl. “I see, they’re splitting us up so we can’t work with any of our friends.”

Midoriya glanced between their cards, agreeing quietly. You leaned forward as Blondie growled at him, “Get your eyes off my card. Damn, I was really looking forward to crushing you..” Midoriya flinched back, his hair brushing your face as you strained to see his card. You pouted. “Looks like we’re in separate arenas. I’m in Battle Center A.”

(You failed to notice Blondie’s sudden glance at you, his red eyes glinting peculiarly.)

“O-Oh..” Midoriya faltered, glancing at Blondie for a split second. You frowned.

“Okay, okay! Let’s check out your targets! There are three types of faux villains in every battle center! You’ll earn points based on their level of difficulty, so you better choose wisely!” The screen behind the Pro Hero changed yet again, this time showing an 8-bit video game version of him strolling through the streets of one of the arenas. It swiftly encountered one of the robots and attacked, eliminating it with one kick. “Your goal in this trial is to use your Quirk to raise your score by shredding these faux villains like a midsong guitar solo! But check it! Make sure you’re keeping things heroic! Attacking other examinees is a U.A. no-no, ya dig?”

“Excuse me, sir, but I have a question.” A boy a few rows ahead of you stood up and a spotlight landed on him at Present Mic’s shout, “Hit me!”

The boy lowered his arm and stood impeccably straight. (It made your back twinge in discomfort. He looked so stiff standing that straight..he could be mistaken for a board if he wasn’t so people-shaped.) “On the printout, you’ve listed four types of villains, not three.” You glanced down at your copy and, sure enough, there were four black images. Your gut churned uncomfortably and you frowned. “With all respect, if this is an error on official U.A. materials, it is shameful! We are exemplary students, we expect the best from Japan’s most notable school. A mistake such as this won’t do.”

And then, because he apparently woke up today and decided to be a dick, he turned around and pointed straight at Midoriya with a stern frown. “Additionally, you with the unkempt hair! You’ve been muttering this entire time. Stop that! If you can’t bother to take this seriously, leave! You’re distracting the rest of us!” Snickers broke out around you at his words.

Oh, hell no. You may have only known Midoriya for less than ten minutes, but nobody talks to your friend like that!

You slammed your hands on the desk and stood up, your anklets crackling with your agitation. A spotlight shone on you immediately, highlighting your scowl. The tense boy turned to you in surprise.

“How about instead of publicly humiliating him, you could politely ask him to stop!” You retort back. “For all you know, he is taking this seriously, and it could be a bad habit. Humiliating him like that is not the way to go! In fact, going about it the way you did makes you seem like a complete asshole! That’s hardly heroic!”

Leaning back, you crossed your arms and glared. “If you can’t be bothered to at least act like a Hero, then leave. You’re in an exam meant for potential Heroes. You should act like one.”

The teens around you shared looks, some letting out drawn-out, “Ohhh,”s. You think you even heard someone murmur, “You need some ice for that burn, buddy?” The blue-haired boy merely stood stock still with a look of utter shock plastered across his face.

Present Mic rushed to cut in, waving his hands around to catch the audience’s attention once more. “Alright, alright! Examinee number 7111! Thanks for calling in with your request! The fourth villain type is worth zero points; that guy’s just an obstacle we’ll be throwing in your way! There’s one in every battle center! Think of it as a hurdle you should try to avoid!”

That caught your attention as your gut twitched yet again. ‘An obstacle we need to avoid? And there’s only one per arena?’

“It’s not that it can’t be beaten! But there’s...kinda no point. I recommend to my listeners to try to avoid it and focus on the ones topping the charts!” The stern boy shook himself and shakily bowed at the Hero. “Thank you very much. Please continue.” And then Bluebell sat down with a final gobsmacked glance at you.

You allowed yourself to smirk and bowed as well, sitting down and crossing your legs as both spotlights turned off. While murmurs rose around you, Midoriya slowly turned to you with a shaky smile. “T-Thanks. No one’s ever..” Oh, the poor baby.. You beamed down at him. “Don’t worry ‘bout it. That’s what friends are for.”

Midoriya’s eyes brightened. “W-We’re friends?”

“Uh, yeah? At least, I wanna be friends with you. But just to let you know, no take backsies. You’re stuck with me if you accept.” You say with a poke to his cheek. (You internally cheered when your finger managed to hit the dead center of his prominent diamond freckles.)

The boy hesitantly nodded, sending another shaky smile your way. “A-Alright!”

Blondie turned and glared at the two of you. “Shut the fuck up.” He hissed and Midoriya whipped around with a muted yelp. You rolled your eyes and leaned your chin on a palm.

“That’s all I got for you today. I’ll sign off with a little present; a sample of our school motto!” You could practically feel the excitement rise. “As General Napoleon Bonaparte once laid down, ‘A true hero is one who overcomes life’s misfortunes.’ Mmhmm, now THAT’s a tasty soundbite! You ready to go beyond? Let’s hear a, ‘Plus Ultra’!”

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“Whoo, that was a close one!” Hizashi sighed as he made his way out of the auditorium. “(Y/N) looked like she was close to throwing hands! Thank goodness she listened..” <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

Stretching for the last time, you stared up at the gates of the battle center you were sent to.

They were unnecessarily giant (like everything about this school. Guess they go “Plus Ultra” on everything, not just the curriculum); they loomed over all the examinees huddled at its base. It even towered over the bus.

You had no idea what to expect beyond those doors. Sure, there were robots involved, but what kind of robots will they be? Will they be around the size of Johnny’s chest-high cleaning bot, or will they be like Komui’s malfunctioning Komurins? You shuddered. God, you hoped they were nothing like the Komuirins..

It’s more likely they’ll be like the Komurins, though... Big enough that they’ll weed out the underprepared or hesitant, yet easy enough to take out for the confident. You should probably give the others a head start. You doubt they’ll be any left for the others in your block if you hop right in immediately.

While the other examinees gushed over the size of the gates, you took the time to study them. Some of them will be your future classmates. You’d like to keep an eye out for familiar faces when school starts.

It was then that your eyes landed on a spiky poof of blond hair. You froze. ‘Oh, god, no. Don’t let it be-’

It was.

Blondie stood there, arms flexing as he also stretched. A manic grin spread across his face, reminding you of General Socalo’s bloodthirsty smirk. You cringed. Just your luck. Of course, you would get the one person you didn’t want in your arena. You can already tell he’s going to be troublesome.

“Right! Let’s start!”

Ah. Fuck.

The gates opened immediately, and all the examinees stood there, dumbstruck and uncertain. “Get moving! There are no countdowns in real battles! Run, run, RUN listeners! You’re wasting airtime here!”

And with that, the teens shook themselves of their befuddlement and booked it.

You merely stood your ground, busying yourself with securing your hair and watching as the crowd moved around you. A few sent confused looks and shouts at you. Red met (e/c) as Blondie zoomed past you, wind from the explosions emanating from his palms sweeping your hair to the side. You wrinkled your nose at the sound. (It sounded too much like the Akuma.)

Blondie barreled into the closest set of robots as another kid with bright yellow hair hopped on another and sent a wave of electricity through it. You spotted a tongue wrap itself around one robot and smash it into the ground.

You pouted. To your dismay, they were exactly like the Komurins. You very much disliked this.

...Hopefully, they won’t malfunction like Komui’s pet projects...

“Six minutes and two seconds left!”

Taking a deep breath in, you murmured to your Innocence as your anklets crackled and spun. “Let’s show them how it’s done, yeah? Pandora, Wolves by Sam Tinnesz.”

The golem’s eye flickered red and the heavy brass and drums slammed into you. Hopping once, twice, you activated your Innocence. The crystallized blood swirled around your legs, wrapping tightly and forming into your boots. You slid a foot back into a runner’s position. “Let’s go, Dark Boots.”

You sprang forward, your feet pushing you one step, then two, and suddenly you were in the air. It was peaceful as you spun lazily through the air.

“Won’t see us comin’. Out the door before you even blink. Somethin’ so cold-blooded, with a deep killer instinct. Don’t look us right in the face, it’s like starin’ at a burnin’ sun. Got teeth like razor blades, and you know that we’re out for blood. We’re out for blood-”

With a flip, you slammed right into a three-pointer. Your feet tore through the metal in a flash and you kicked off to find more points. You shot through the machines like a pinball.

(To the other examinees, you resembled a bullet shooting through the large robots. You were a tornado leaving nothing but destruction in your wake.)

“-Ohhh, better run, better run! Ohhh, ‘cause here it comes, here it comes! Ohhh, better run, better run! Ohhh, when the wolves come out to play! Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhh-”

You kicked off the ground as a three-pointer shot a laser at you. You flipped, twirling in midair, and slammed your feet through the head of the robot. It was knocked back, falling directly onto a two-pointer behind it. You landed on the asphalt and sprinted towards the two-pointer to deal it the same fate before jumping back into the air.

You were in the center of the faux city, now. Spinning lazily, you studied the streets around you. Blondie was in the plaza below you, surrounded by destroyed robots. There were a few scattered about, some even a few streets down. You spotted a tall boy with purple hair down one street being cornered.

“-Full moon is risin’. Oh, the hunger’s burnin’ like a flame. No use in hidin’. Oh, you’re never gonna find escape. Don’t look us right in the face, it’s like starin’ at a burnin’ sun. Got teeth like razor blades, and you know that we’re out for blood. Out for blood-”

With a burst of green light, you shot through the closest one to him.

Skidding to a halt, you jumped up and over a barrage of lasers. The first robot crashed to the ground as you flipped and kicked one’s head clean off. It landed on the ground near the bewildered boy you just saved.

You landed next to him and dragged him into cover. “Yo! You okay?”

He nodded, dumbstruck and glancing between you and the broken robot you were using as a shield. “What-?” You glanced through the hole you made and hummed. “Hold that thought, I’ll be right back!”

And then you jumped out and darted to the robot head nearby.

“-Ohhh, better run, better run! Ohhh, ‘cause here it comes, here it comes! Ohhh, better run, better run when the wolves come out to play! Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhh-”

You dropped as a laser shot towards you, sliding underneath it skillfully. You jumped up and, scooping the robot's head into a series of kicks, spun and sent it flying to another one of the robots with a roundhouse kick.

Then you turned and cartwheeled out of the way of another laser.

You jumped and flipped your way to the last robot, sliding below its belly and aiming a double-footed kick at it. The large machine was sent into the air with a boom. You rolled out of the way as it came back down and it crashed loudly against the asphalt. You briefly checked on Purple Murple before jumping back into the fray.

“-No mercy. This fury. Like a war machine, it keeps turning. No mercy, no mercy! No mercy. This fury. Like a war machine, it keeps turning. No mercy, no mercy-”

The robots led you back to the plaza Blondie was still in. More lumps of broken machinery greeted you when you slammed into another three-pointer. You managed to completely decimate the head as you shot by it, your stiletto heels skidding across the ground as you prepared to jump once more.

A one-pointer appeared out of the woodwork and shot a laser from its eye. You jumped, flipping over the shot. Twin butterflies unraveled from your heels and a ring of green light appeared under your feet.

Pushing off with a burst of power, you barreled toward the one-pointer just as Blondie emitted a series of explosions from your left. (You noted that they were coming closer, and closer, and with a sudden jolt, you realized he was trying to beat you to the robot.

But only All Might can beat your speed.)

You swung your legs forward, maneuvering your body like a bullet, and tore through the one-pointer.

“-Ohhh, better run, better run! Ohhh, ‘cause here it comes, here it comes! Ohhh, better run, better run when the wolves come out to play! Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhh! Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhh!”

You stomped your heels into the ground. The stilettos tore through the asphalt as easily as a knife through butter.

(Pandora took the liberty to flick to another song and Only One King by Jung Youth and Tommee Profitt started playing somewhere in the background.)

When you managed to halt yourself, you turned around to meet Blondie’s red eyes. He was seething. You could just imagine the steam pouring out of his ears.

Shaking your head, you turned back to find more prey.

There was a cluster of untouched robots further down the main street, so you jumped over there. The first robot you came across was a two-pointer. You flipped and smashed through the machine in one kick.

“As a boy, I always knew I’d have the courage to be king. Time flew and I grew up, now I’m ready for the promise that it brings-”

A one-pointer shot another laser at you, and you brought up an armored leg to deflect it. The attack bounced off of your boots and into another robot nearby.

Planting your foot down, you twisted and sent a roundhouse kick toward the one-pointer. “Waltz; Mist Wind!” The air curled around your leg and twisted into a tornado. It twirled its way to the robot, tearing it apart as you jumped up and cracked through a different group.

“-You only wanted me to screw up, but that’s something that you’re never gonna see. Everything that you hoped for, it was only in a dream. Now I go on a roll on the road and I know that I’m never breaking it down. I control all the flow in my soul, pull the sword out of the stone in the ground-”

Blondie roared from somewhere behind you, and suddenly you were competing with an angry pomeranian. He managed to blast a robot before you could twist around. So, you planted your hands on his shoulder and flipped over him to land an ax kick on the head of a two-pointer.

“Are you seriously trying to compete with me, Blondie?” You spun around him so he could aim an explosion at an oncoming robot. “How ‘bout we share?”

“-She always said it’d be someday, seeing castles in the clouds. And one way or another, when I step in the room, everybody better bow. So be careful how you talk to me-”

You let out a cackle at Blondie’s enraged face, but no matter how much he tried to shake you from this cluster of points, you continued to dance around him.

The two of you continued to tear apart the robots with kicks and explosions. And then you jumped down another street towards a girl with a long tongue, leaving Blondie in the dust. The girl was also kicking the robots, but it took her a few tries to incapacitate them. She didn’t notice one gearing up to shoot her with a laser, so you shot toward it in a flash and chopped through the neck of the one-pointer. The girl whirled around just in time for the head to crash to the ground.

You sent her a two-fingered salute. She nodded.

“-‘Cause there’s only one king! And there’s only one crown! And there ain’t enough room for us both on the throne so it’s ‘bout to go down. So you better start running! So you better start running! So you better start running! Because I’m coming right now! ‘Cause I’m coming right now-”

Rumble boom!

The ground shook, and the two of you turned back to see a massive robot crawling out of the fucking ground.

You paused, staring wide-eyed at the robot. It grabbed hold of a building (which then partially collapsed under the weight of its hand Jesus that is massive) to pull itself up. You noticed once it came fully into view that it was the motherfucking zero-pointer.

What the absolute hell. This is very unnecessary.

“Less than two minutes remaining!”

Blondie cackled from the main street. Cries rose as the other examinees turned tail and ran away from the monstrous robot. You pursed your lips together into a tight line as Blondie shot towards it with an explosion and turned.

A cry caught your attention, and you glanced over to see the human Pikachu from earlier stumbling along the sidewalk. His eyes were glazed over and drool dribbled from the corner of his mouth. (You think he may have short-circuited..)

“-Huddled masses talk in whispers. Situation’s getting tenser. You should probably pay attention, boy, you know I’m born to win it. Ever since I had the vision, when I speak, my people listen. We could start a new tradition-”

You sprint to the main street and skidded to a halt for a brief moment to survey. Blondie peppered explosions across the surface of the zero-pointer, yet it smacked him down like he was a mere fly. Teens ran around you, evacuating to the gate as fast as possible. Blondie once again blasted up towards the robot only to meet the same fate. An explosion from his palms blasted a chunk off a nearby building, and Pikachu was now stuck between building and robot rubble. The zero-pointer rolled onward despite Blondie’s best attempts. You let out a sigh.

‘Boys and their egos... Never going to give up.’

Taking a deep breath, your blood sparked and pushed against your veins. You stared the giant zero-pointer down as it rumbled closer and slid a foot back.

“-All the children, men and women, gather ‘round to burn it down. We ‘gon start the kingdom from scratch. Far too many to take advantage, but it ain’t gonna happen like that. Time and time again I wake up and enemies might attack, but all that matters in my opinion is that the dynasty lasts. So be careful how you talk to me-”

You stomped, pushing forward as a pair of butterflies unfurled by your heels. Green fire burst from the ball of your feet and you zoomed forward.

KaBOOM!

The monstrous machine slammed Blondie back once more just as he unleashed a barrage of large explosions on the outer shell. One second he was rocketing to the unforgiving asphalt. A split second later you were scooping him up in your arms.

Angling your legs forward, you twisted in midair, double rings of neon green light swirling into existence under your heels. You pushed forward. The swirling rings exploded outwards, knocking back the zero-pointer as you tore through the air.

You leaned to the right and snatched Pikachu up by his collar, and then your feet crashed into the asphalt and you jumped. Wind buffeted your ears as you hurtled your way to the gate, far above the city. You had one arm wrapped tightly around Blondie to prevent him from fighting the humongous robot and the other anchoring Pikachu to your side so he wouldn’t fall to his death. Pikachu let out a strangled yelp, and you made a mental note to apologize once this is over.

At the peak of your jump, you allowed yourself to fall back to Earth.

“-There’s only one king. And there’s only one crown. And there’s only one king, and it’s looking like me. So you better start running! So you better start running! So you better start running! So you better start-! So you better start-”

Your acceleration significantly slowed down as the butterflies at your heels flapped furiously. You were now languidly floating down to the gate, the toes of your boots tapping gently on the top of the doors.

Breathe in. And out.

Spinning around, you jumped off the gate and floated down to the ground just inside the gate. You dropped Blondie and Pikachu. Pikachu landed in a heap, still doped out, while Blondie staggered. He eventually found his footing and whipped around to see you deactivating your Innocence and plopping down.

“JUST ONE MINUTE LEFT!”

Sitting crisscrossed, you watched with a growing amount of amusement as Blondie glanced between you and the zero-pointer now much further down the road. He took a brief moment to process while smoke slowly started filtering out from his trembling fists.

You raised an eyebrow at the rising smoke and suppressed a grin.

“-I’m coming right now! I’m coming right now! I’m coming right-! Coming right-! ‘Cause I’m coming right now!”

“And that’s that. TIME’S UP!”

Blondie let out the angriest screech you’ve ever heard and turned around to blast apart a nearby piece of rubble.

notes: and chapter 2 is done! what did you all think? like it? meh? terrible?

anyways, stay safe out there, everyone! and please remember that you're all AWESOME! XP

#fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #d.gray man #midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya izuku/reader

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tta aftermath 1

A flashy intro sequence reading “TTA Aftermath” flashes across the screen as a merry tune plays.

The screen glitches, and the camera pans out and down to a swanky studio. Former contestant Patrick is sitting on a suede couch in front of a clearly cardboard back wall. In the bleachers off to the side are every camper who hasn’t made it back- Courtney, Ass, Max, Julia, Staci, and Mal.

Patrick clears his throat and pulls out a set of cue cards that just say “die” and “kill” in red sharpie. He sighs. “Kitty. Where’s Kitty?”

Kitty drops from the ceiling onto the couch next to him.

“I asked you to write intelligibly,”

They peer over his shoulder and grin. “Those are words, aren’t they?”

The audience laughs. Staci in the bleachers claps her hands. Patrick sighs. “Whatever. I wasn’t planning on following a script anyway. Welcome, audience, to Total Takes Action: Aftermath. I’m your host, Patrick,”

“And I’m Kitty!”

He shoves them out of frame. “And that is my assistant, Kitty. We’re coming to you live to report on everything related to Total Takes Action!”

The audience cheers.

“On today’s episode, we have Frollo, McLovin, Kelly, Austin, and Bonnie- we'll be answering some questions, and later, our peanut gallery will be giving their opinions on who should win,”

The audience cheers again.

“Bring out the crazy one!” Patrick commands. The crowd goes wild as Frollo steps onto the stage, clutching his Bible. He takes a seat in the cushy chair next to the main couch and coughs a little.

Patrick winces. “You’re not still infected, right? I have a very delicate physique,”

“Please be infected!” Kitty squeals.

Frollo sighs. “Despite my protests, I was treated at… at a…” he shivers. “A hospital.”

“Oh, brother!” Max yells from the peanut gallery. He’s ignored.

“Good,” Patrick swipes a bit of dust off his pants leg. "As I don't care enough to come up with any childish segments for this show, I'll start by reading some submissions sent by the fans at home."

He clears his throat. "Alexis S. asks "Frollo, I think Mal likes you. You should make her your good Christian wife,""

Mal glares and crosses her arms in the bleacher as the audience Oohs. Frollo ignores the question entirely.

"Fine. River asks: "Can you convert me?""

He nods.

"Okay, fine. We have a video for you on the webcam," Patrick pulls out a remote and a large monitor descends from the ceiling. It flashes static for a few moments, and then settles on the image of a teen in their bedroom.

"This is frollosbibble on tiktok," Kitty reads the handle at the bottom of the screen. "You're live, frollosbibble!"

The teen smiles and pulls up what looks like a scarecrow, then turns it around to reveal a ragdoll version of Frollo. The peanut gallery winces. "HIIII TT Cast!!" they shout into their mic. The feedback makes everyone grimace. "I just wanted to say to Frollo that I converted to Catholocism for him!! I used to be Protestant but TTI showed me the error of my waysss."

Patrick rolls his eyes and leans over to Kitty, muttering something indistinct. They giggle. He sighs. "Okay. Anything to say to that?"

Frollo rolls his eyes and Patrick turns off the monitor. The peanut gallery looks sick.

“Now, the hosts were supposed to have questions for you, but someone messed up the cue cards.” he turns to glare at Kitty, who smiles. “So I’ll just make them up. Here’s my first one: what’s wrong with you?”

Frollo blinks. “Original sin,”

“THIS GUY STINKS!” Max yells again.

Patrick sighs. “Can someone please do something about the backseat driver?”

Julia smiles and whacks Max upside the head.

“Thank you. Anyway, back to-” he turns back to the chair and sees Frollo gone. “Fine. McMuffin, get out here!”

McLovin walks on stage with swagger, waving and smiling. Courtney and Ass roll their eyes in unison from the crowd as he takes a seat in the cushy chair. “What’s up Patrick, my man?” he kicks back.

“The sandbags that I could have Kitty release on your head whenever I feel like it,”

McLovin swallows nervously and sits up straight.

“Ooh, I have a question!” Kitty yells, waving their hand around. “What’s it like being a brain eating amoeba?”

“I um… I don’t think I’m qualified to answer that,” McLovin says. Patrick sighs and massages his temples.

“Do we have a commercial to cut to?”

A nearby intern shakes his head. Patrick mutters angrily to himself. “Fine. Strap him to the bomb,"

McLovin’s eyes widen. “The-”

“We have quite a few questions about yourself and those two... things," Patrick waves in Courtney and Asses directions. "So we came up with a fun challenge."

Kitty pulls a stick of dynamite with an abnormally long fuse out from their apron and ties it around McLovin's neck. "The rules are simple!" They say merrily. "If Courtney and Ass can answer a whole round of questions without fighting, we'll put out the fuse!"

"This cannot be legal!" Courtney shouts.

Ass snickers. "Typical,"

“Alright, first up,” he says casually. “Mary M asks: "Natalie, why did you call yourself Ass on the show? I understand wanting to protect your identity but what possessed you to call yourself ASS?"

Ass scoffs and rolls their eyes. "It's ironic, geniuses. You wouldn't get it,"

"God help me," Patrick mutters. "This one was sent without a name, but I decided to keep it anyway: "Courtney, what are your opinions on Ass?""

"Did you put that in there?" Courtney glares. "I'm not answering that!"

Patrick shushes them and Kitty lights the fuse from the other side of the stage. Courtney and Ass grimace.

"Okay, fine. Ass is... a perfectly fine competitor who I happened to have a few disagreements with. Calm enough for you?"

Patrick shrugs. "Another one from River: "How does it feel knowing that the guy you fought over has a boyfriend?""

They look at each other and grumble.

"Fine,"

"Why should I care?"

Courtney shakes with anger, then takes a deep breath and exhales. They rub their temples and mutter to themselves. Patrick and Kitty smile with delight.

"Okay, final one. This is for Natalie from Pants: Do you think you were robbed?"

Ass scoffs and stands. "Do I think I was robbed? I KNOW I was robbed! My elimination was a fallacy, a fluke! It never should've happened! That should've been me winning! Not them!"

"You never even deserved the win!" Courtney stands, throwing their hands in the air. "You're nothing but a self-centered, two-timing, wannabe scammer with their head up their-"

The sound of the stick of dynamite exploding pulls Courtney and Ass away from the argument and they both wince as they turn back to the stage. Patrick and Kitty laugh hysterically.

McLovin coughs up a ball of soot and falls backwards.

"Oh, that is priceless," Patrick wipes a tear away. "One more question, okay? This one's just for you, McMuffin, from River: how did you make it so far in the first season?""

He coughs again, holds up a finger, and then passes out.

“We’ll be right back,”

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“Welcome back to Total Takes Aftermath!” Kitty grins, tearing the cover off a pillow with their teeth. Stuffing flies everywhere.

"McLovin has been taken to our special medicinal center. We had to add it for "legal reasons,"" Patrick air-quotes with his fingers.

"Good. I'd sue if I could," Max says from the peanut gallery. The other contestants nod in agreement.

"Oh, please. If I was in your position, I'd have sued for breach of contract weeks ago. You're just not that smart," Patrick shrugs. "Kitty, tea?"

Max thinks for a moment as Kitty runs over with a tea pot.

"Please tell me it's actual tea this time and not dirt,"

"It's organic!"

He narrows his eyes. "That's what you said last time,"

Kitty smiles and turns to the camera. "Next up, Kelly and Austin!"

“Kelly and Austin have been love birds since last season, but now they’re just friends,” Patrick reads off the cards he was given, completely monotone. “Who wrote these things? A third grader? Just bring them out!”

Kelly and Austin walk onto the stage, keeping a distance from each other. They smile awkwardly and wave.

“Okay, first question: what’s it like being losers?” Patrick smiles.

“Um…” Kelly thinks. “Not too bad.”

Austin shrugs.

“Even though you morons lost out on a million bucks because you were too busy sucking face?”

“I admit, we got sidetracked- but I don’t regret missing out on the money, I regret missing out on the chance to find myself,” Kelly nods. Patrick rolls his eyes.

Kitty smiles widely. “So, what’s it like just being friends?”

“Wow, an actual question. Those would’ve been nice ON THE CARDS!” Patrick yells. Kitty ignores him.

“It’s fun! I’ve never felt so connected with myself,” Kelly nods.

Austin agrees. “Right on. I’ve been having the time of my life being single again!”

“Okay, whatever,” Patrick sighs. “Can we get Bonnie out here? I’m in the mood to have an actual conversation with a normal person now.”

An intern walks onto stage and whispers something in Kitty’s ear. They nod and then turn to Patrick. “Bonnie is refusing to leave the bathroom,”

Patrick massages his temples again. “Can someone take care of that?" Courtney stands and runs to off stage. "Let’s read some more fan mail,”

Kitty smiles at the tablet on the table. "This one comes from Mary M: "Patrick, I hope you explode, how dare you eliminate Staci,"

"Oh, boo-hoo," Patrick rolls his eyes. "She doesn't even care. See!"

He points to the peanut gallery, where Staci is busy chewing gum and scrolling through their phone with their feet kicked up on the back of Courtney's seat. They look up at the camera on them and take off their earbuds. "What?"

"From Kiran T:" Patrick reads. "Kitty, does it feel uncomfortable to be shipped with your cohost?""

Kitty shrugs. "It's all water under the bridge. Like a real ship would sail on,"

"That analogy makes no sense in this context!" Max yells. Julia whacks him again.

"This one comes from six eyeballs,"

"What?" Patrick leans over Kitty's shoulder. "Those are emojis."

"Ooh, cute! Well, the eyes ask: "Patrick, what are your thoughts on fren?" And then there's a little text that says "Do you want to kiss him on the lips?""

Patrick blinks. "Which friend?"

"No, it's Fren," Kitty says.

"Who is that?"

The peanut gallery stares at him.

"Okay, this next one comes from River: Dear Patrick and Kitty, what ever happened to your radiation poisoning?""

"Three weeks clean!" Kitty announces, kicking their feet back and forth. "Maybe even two!"

Patrick sighs and the tablet screen turns off as Courtney and a very reluctant Bonnie walk out on stage holding hands. Courtney returns to the peanut gallery as Bonnie stands off to the side.

"Not going to take a seat?"

"I do not want to be here,"

"I don't blame you!" Max yells from the bleachers again. Bonnie grumbles.

"Okay, okay. Just one question," Patrick says. "Then someone here will take you to the mall to fill you up on Hot Topic or whatever."

"Spencer's, and I want a soft pretzel too,"

"Fine, whatever. This one comes from Your Biggest Fan: "We all know you're one with the unpopular opinions, so I have to ask. Do you agree with the statement that you were robbed last season?""

Bonnie thinks for a moment and then sighs. "Not really. The other players deserved the win more than I did. But getting voted off like that sucked," they turn to the peanut gallery and glare.

The other former campers, aside from Ass and Julia, avoid eye contact. Kelly waves a little. "Love your hair!"

Patrick rolls his eyes. “And that’s all for today, guys!” Kitty waves. “We’ll see you next time! And don’t forget to tune in to Total Takes Action!”

#tta #total takes action #aftermath

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srcasticking · 1 year ago

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SO I HAD MY FIRST HI-TOUCH EVER. WITH XIKERS.

THEY ARE MASSIVE GENTLE GIANTS HELLO?? YECHAN MADE TERRIFYING EYE CONTACT UPON ROUNDING THE CORNER AND MY FRIEND AND I GOT JUMPSCARED. SEEUN SMILED AT ME. HUNTER DID AS WELL. I ACTIVELY BRAINFARTED SO BAD I FORGOT JINSIK AND HYUNWOOS NAMES.

ANYHOW. IM COPING I THINK.

#xikers #xikers first encounter #xikers hi touch #lee yechan #yechan xikers #park seeun #seeun xikers #park hunter #hunter xikers #ham jinsik #jinsik xikers #choi hyunwoo #hyunwoo xikers #personal #kitty drops the mic

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nolongerdaily-pussinboots · 1 year ago

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Kitty Softpaws but holding trans flag *drops mic and heads off stage with head high as the crow boos*

(Pretend the two capes they're wearing are trans flags ajegusgs)

Why would they boo you!! You are so right!!!

#moon doodles #moon answers

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asssdddffftttyyyooouhh · 1 year ago

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Imagine we have a friends with benefits kind of relationship and you’re obsessed with my cock, and my energy.

One night, I’m playing CoD BO2, with some of my friends, and you let yourself into my place, with the key I gave ya,

And because I established my free use rule,

You decided to take out your stress on my dick.

I see you come in and I mute my Mic.

“Hey sweetie, how’re you?”

Seeing you’re a bit stressed-

‘ I’m okay, just wanted to see you ‘

“ Well, come in doll, you know I love your presence.”

I unmute and resume playing, and you look over to see the weaponized 115 camo on my DSR, with my offhost mod menu, and the glow of my RGH, illuminating the room, along with my PC,

You walk over and set your stuff down, and take your shoes off, then lay on my bed.

The game ends, and I get up then take my headset off, and head to the kitchen to grab us both some water.

You stare up into the ceiling, the stress of the day just sort of keeping your mind rolling,

I come back

“I got you some water too. So, how was your day?”

‘ it was good, just stressful ‘

“Yeah? Wanna talk about it?”

‘ No, not really, but…… ‘

“Yes sweetie?”

‘ Daddy,

< your eyes become dilated and you look up at me, your cheeks beginning to turn red >

Could I use your cock, please, sir? ‘

“ Hmmmm, I mean I’m playing CoD with my friends right now 😅 - but I tell you what, let me play one more game, and then I can fuck you raw, how does that sound? “

‘ Okay! That sounds great! ‘

“Alright baby girl, thank you for asking daddy nicely, I’ll make good on my word”

~ I go back to my desk, and put my headset back on, and greet my friends again ~ and the game loads.

======

Some time passes, and little do I know, because I can’t see behind me, your kitty starts to become drenched and you’re softly playing with it to the thought of me fucking you, and pinning you down by your throat, thrusting into you, leaving hickies on your breasts,

And the game’s 3/4 of the way done, and at this point, you’re too feral to keep waiting, so you get up, and take your shirt off, throwing it on my pillow,

And then you make your way over to me, and climb under the desk-

I was too focused on the game, as when you’re playing Free For All and using snipers, you have to have decent focus.

Anyway, I feel you pulling my shorts down, and I just look down to see you so hungry for my cock, that you literally just couldn’t wait,

And I mute my mic,

“ Damn, okay you needy cunt, you really need my cock, huh? “

‘ Y- …. Yes sir! ‘ ~ you say embarrassed and shy but with passion

“ Alright dumb whore, you’ve been a good girl for me, I’ll let you suck me off until I’m done, thank you for being my personal cum dump, princess.

Just make sure you suck and swallow every last drop if I cum. You already know how to please daddy, you’re a very proficient young woman.”

‘ Okay daddy, will do- ‘

“Good girl.”

And I unmute and you just start deepthroating my cock,

And keep going and going, and I try not to moan, but every time I anticipate it, I mute myself,

Eventually, you just sort of cockwarm me using your mouth, and as the game ends, I put my hand on your head and pull it down on my cock with more force, and then after the lobby shows, I tell my friends goodbye for now,

“Well I’m gonna hop off, I gotta take care of something”

{“ Alright man! Thanks for playing! “} you hear them say from my headphones, as you look up to me for air, squeezing my thighs,

I let you go and say

“Alright slut, you’re a good girl, I’ll take care of you, go to my bed, I’ll be right with you”

You do as you’re told, and get on the bed, and arch your back for me, and kinda wiggle your ass.

“ Now, I’m going to use you up, you know the drill, so you can stay the night tonight if you’d like, it’s quite late and you’re mine, and only mine, I don’t want anyone else to disrupt the process of your cunt molding itself to fit my cock. “

‘ Yes master, of course. I wanna stay with you- ‘

“Good girl, and in the morning, we can go get smoothies and hang out, I’d love to maybe go see a movie or somethin’ with you”

‘That sounds good’

“Right, well, I can see you already made a mess of my bed, but I love the smell of you and your kitty. I guess, thank you sweetie, but now it’s time I take care of you”

I say as I mount you and gently insert my tip

“ You dumb cunt, you love my cock so much, I should make a mold of it for a dildo, so you always have it “

I then thrust into you super hard, and you whimper and yelp, full of pleasure and you moan,

Just everything leaving your mind, draining your stress with every inch and thrust of my cock into your tight and soaked pussy.

I moan, and just keep going.

Eventually I pick up my pace and push your head further into my bed, and get more on top of you,

Nothing you can do but take it, and I feel your pussy squeeze my cock the entire time, and it only makes me harder ~ plus hearing your pretty voice struggling to compliment me and breathe~ just full of pleasure and love,

Eventually, I start to feel like I’m gonna ejaculate, so I quickly pull out, as you let out a big “AHHHHH” ~ not expecting it, I slap your ass, and you automatically turn around and fall to your knees, off the bed, and open your mouth, stick your tongue out ~ as I’ve programmed you to do for me,

And I quickly thrust into your throat, and shoot my loads, as I moan and call you “good girl” - feed you compliments like “look how pretty you are” - “such a good job” - “good little whore” - “thank you sweetheart” - and you swallow it all, every last drop.

I then rub your head and say

“You’re so good to me, I could never tell you how much I love you. Clean yourself up, you’ve been a good girl. Did daddy deliver on his promise?”

I say with a smirk,

‘Yes sir, more than delivered 🤤’

“Good. We can cuddle here in a few minutes, I’ll be back”

~ I go and use the bathroom, and you just fall to the floor and rest, closing your eyes and try to control your breathing.

I come back with some more water for us, and I see you’re exhausted, so I pick you up and lay you on my bed, and put your water on my side table, then I climb over you and lay down.

“I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, if not more. You’re so sweet, I love how we can just do that, and there not be any red tape. I call you my whore, but you’re a hell of a woman. The fact you only submit to me is hot, and I enjoy it. As far as your kitty, I love using it up, it feels like it’s getting close to being the perfect mold of my dick. It’s quite nice <3 ☺️😋”

‘ of course, and you’re a good man, I’m glad you like my pussy daddy, I love your cock. ‘

“Well, I love your pussy more than you think, but anyway, I hope that helped love, cause-“

‘Oh it did daddy, don’t even doubt or worry about that.’

You say with a smirk and then smile

“Well, alright then doll. Well, it’s late, we should get some sleep, and then if you wanted, I’d love to get smoothies with you-“

‘And watch a movie, that sounds good, I’m free tomorrow’

“Lovely.”

And then we cuddle, and sleep. Then the next day, go and hang out.

====

This is a tribute to the ‘anon’ who asked me to write a story last time, they’re quite lovely and of course, sexy too ♥️❤️

Hope you enjoyed this doll <3

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 1 year ago

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HERE, KITTY, KITTY (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader

Writer’s Note: Thank you all so, so, soooo much for the love on this story & all my other works! Stay safe! -Jazz

Read on AO3 here!

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ELEVEN.

You’ve never been so happy to hear the lunch bell ring. That allowed you to finally get this perverted, little grape out of your office and chow down on your ramen.

You plaster a kind smile on your face as you stare Minoru Mineta and his lecherous eyes from across your desk. The kid is so tiny that he has to sit on two of your textbooks–one is on how to deal with children with behavioral problems and the other on the history of UA High.

“Looks like we’re out of time, Minoru,” you announce sweetly. “I hope our talk helped you in some way. Just remember what I said.” You sit back in your chair, patiently waiting for him to regurgitate your advice.

“Even though turning me into a human football isn’t permitted at school if I look at a girl’s breasts, it’s her right to defend herself for my inappropriate acts,” he recites to you. “Oh! And no more trying to crash girls’ study nights pretending to be a new girl on campus.”

He sighs, looking saddened at the loss. “That wig cost me $20,” he mutters.

You smile, happy with this progress. “That’s right. Thank you, Minoru!” You wait until he jumps out of the chair and bounces out the door to your office to finally let your smile drop.

“Jesus,” you sigh, yawning and stretching your arms high over your cat ears.

It’s been a long day and it’s only mid-afternoon. You know your day is not over yet, and it won’t be for a while, so you decide to head to lunch early without Nemuri.

As you gather your lunch from your mini fridge behind your along with your bottle of Kombucha, you shoot a quick text to Nemuri saying you’ll be waiting in the break room for her and Mic to arrive. Several minutes you get a text back:

Muri: Hey hon! Gonna show up to lunch a little late today. Mic ran into some trouble training some of the kids & now I’m pretty sure half of them are deaf

*Read at 1:05 PM*

You giggle despite the seriousness of the situation, knowing it was only a matter of time until Mic caused the destruction of dozens of students’ ears.

You: No worries! I’ll save y’all a seat in the break room

*Read at 1:07 PM*

After Nemuri shoots a heart emoji back to you, you lock up your office and venture down the hallway to the break room which is empty when you arrive.

You decide to sit on the cozy-looking yellow couch in the back by the window that overlooks the UA campus and the blooming cherry blossom trees that line the windows and walkways outside. You can’t believe that April is already here! You swear that March was just a week ago.

Once you’re finished setting up your lunch, you get up to eat your plastic bowl of ramen in the microwave near the coffee machine. As you do, you hear the sound of boots thudding across the floor and into the breakroom.

You turn to greet whoever it is being the nice person you are, but your words lodge in your throat when you find Aizawa standing there. When his eyes lock with yours, everything in the room seems to disappear and all logic flies out the window.

No matter how many times you see him, you can’t help the way your heart pounds and your pussy throbs at the sight of his muscular body under his tracksuit and those alluring, tired eyes.

It’s stupid, really, especially now since the two of you are on better terms now since you ran into each other at the gym. You can’t believe that was a month ago.

You still can’t even believe he asked for your number. You were all smiles and your tail stood straight up the whole day. Since then, the most he’s texted you are reminders about staff meetings and telling you to make it back to your dorm safely after every day you clock out.

Though you yearn for more, especially after learning he has a thing for you too, you don’t push it since you know Aizawa isn’t exactly the “people” type. Socializing just isn’t his thing. And you certainly don’t block the blessing you have with texting him, to begin with. You know that all of this could be taken from you in an instant if he were to ever find out your secrets.

You have hope that you’re good with your vigilante secret. You haven’t seen much of Aizawa in the late night hours when you take the streets as Night Claw. Though it disappoints you, you also know that he’s a busy guy and he doesn’t owe you the time that he should be giving to his job and his daughter. That isn’t even what you’re most worried about.

Over the past month since March, you’ve been visiting Aizawa and Eri at their dorm every night in your cat form and sneaking out before morning. You make sure to leave before Aizawa heads home after work so you’re waiting for him at his door, meowing and purring for him. You have come to love his touches and Eri’s joyful laughter as she plays with you.

Though you know it’s all because they think you’re a normal, four-legged animal, you still allow yourself to feel that little piece of joy every time you sit in Aziawa’s lap while Eri is curled into his side, a movie playing on the TV on a regular night before bedtime.

You’ve made this your routine and new job, so you’ve taken extra precautions to make sure no one finds out about your nightly visits, especially Nemuri and Mic. You send both of them texts every night now that you’re going out, ensuring that they only know about Night Claw and nothing about you pretending to be Aizawa’s adopted pet.

Though it is taking its toll on you physically to the point where your sleep schedule is fucked up and you’ve had to sleep as soon as you get back to your dorm before your shifts (that’s why you love the weekends; you can sleep for days), you take all of it gladly, just wanting to see Aizawa and Eri smile.

You feel like it’s your duty to make them happy, especially Aizawa. You’ve grown accustomed to his smile, hooked on the comfort he feels around you. You want it every day, all the time.

And you don’t plan on stopping this anytime soon…until someone finds out. But no one will. You’re sure of that.

Realizing you’ve been staring at the man for too long, you flush and plaster on a smile. “Hey, Aiz– uh, Shouta,” you greet him.

You’re still getting used to calling him by his first name now that you’re…friends? Acquaintances? Friendly coworkers? You’re not quite sure, but you refuse to put a label on it. You’re just glad you’re closer than you were a month ago.

Aizawa gives you a nod as he walks into the room. He stands next to you at the coffee machine and begins to move in silence as he prepares his coffee. He’s so close that you can smell his cologne, and it’s doing things to you.

You can feel heat radiating off of him in waves along with his dizzying scent of eucalyptus and mint. Your pussy throbs in need and you have to clench your thighs together as you stiffly stand there, waiting for your ramen to finish heating up.

The air in the room shifts with him near, turning into something that is tense with heat. Could it be desire? You wouldn’t put it past you. Aizawa is the damn definition of desire with his rugged, handsome face and capable hands that haunt your dreams.

“How’d the talk go with Mineta?” he suddenly asks, his gruff and deep voice filling your ears.

You glance at him questionably, wondering how he knew this. He smirks down at you as he pops a dark roast coffee pod into the top of the coffee machine and presses a button. “He came from my class for starin’ at Yaoyorozu’s chest and got the boot from Ashidou. I sent him down to you.”

You nod understandably. You knew someone had to have sent Mineta to your office today since he never would’ve come willingly. “It, uh…went,” you carefully answer.

Aizawa raises a brow. “He’s never been in my office before, but I’ve heard the kid has a thing for the girls and their body parts. Guess you see that a lot in boys these days.”

You sigh tiredly as the microwave finally beeps and you take your piping hot ramen out. Aizawa’s coffee finishes too, filling the air with the scent of roasted coffee beans. “He looks like he was a handful. I can practically see the exhaustion in you.”

His dark eyes roam down your form. Despite the modest white blouse and pencil skirt you’re wearing, you still can’t help but feel naked under his intense stare.

You flush, biting back a goofy smile with a smirk. “You look like you could use a nap yourself,” you giggle. “Classes beatin’ you up?”

Anyone who is anyone will be able to see the dark shadows under Aizawa’s eyes which are more intense than usual. He sighs into his mug, leaning against the counter as you proceed to take a seat on the couch. You’d ask for him to join, but you’re unsure if that is too much.

“It’s Eri,” he admits tiredly. “I tried to get her to go to sleep last night and that didn’t happen until 1 AM. She kept wantin’ to play with her new cat even though she’d be right back with us tomorrow.”

Your ears twitch excitedly at the sound of Eri and the mention of her cat. You quickly hide your immense excitement with a questionable stare. “Back with you tomorrow?” you question curiously. “What do you mean? Where the hell does she go if she’s a housecat?”

Aizawa chuckles to himself, still leaning against the counter. He looks so relaxed despite still being in a school setting. It’s a nice change. “She’s more of an indoor/outdoor cat, I’ve realized. I found that out when she jumped from my dorm window the morning after I brought her home.”

Your eyes widen in shock, playing the part, and he snorts. “No lie; she bolted across campus and almost gave me a heart attack. Eri cried like I’d never seen her cry, but the cat ended up coming back. I think she just likes the outdoors.”

Hearing him sound so baffled by your behavior in your cat form makes you want to scream with laughter, but you hold back. “Totally understandable,” you reply as you twin a heaping amount of ramen around your plastic spoon. You can’t keep an independent, single city girl like her cooped up in a room.” You finally slurp up the noodles and broth.

But as soon as the ramen is in your mouth, you immediately spit it into a napkin, alarming Aizawa. “Ugh!” you shout in utter disgust, pushing the bowl away. “That’s disgusting!”

“What is?” he curiously asks, a cute little scowl on his face. You motion towards the ramen you bought a day ago from the vegan supermarket Nemuri told you about. “This trash they have the nerve to call ‘ramen’. I should’ve never let Nemuri talk me into trying the substitute noodles. Supposedly, they’re better than egg noodles because they’re made with tofu.”

Aizawa snorts at your angered rant. “Rule number one: never let Nemuri talk you into trying anything she likes. Her tastes are…”

He trails off, searching for a word. “Deplorable?”

you scoff. He cracks a smile. “Eccentric,” he decides before sipping his coffee.

You exhale exhaustively as you stare down at your shit ramen. You weren’t planning on spending money today that you need for grocery shopping and paying utilities next week, but you suppose you could spare something for a good lunch from the sandwich shop across the way.

You pick up the ramen bowl and dump it before packing up the rest of your lunch. “Guess I’m headin’ out for takeout again,” you sigh.

Aizawa silently watches you, his expression unreadable. You feel slightly scrutinized under his gaze, but maybe that’s because of how awkward you feel right now under the intensity of his eyes. Does he do it on purpose? Does he like seeing you squirm?

Biting the inside of your cheek, you weigh the outcomes of your next question before finally blurting, “Do you…wanna come with? If you’re hungry, that is. I’m just goin’ to that sandwich shop across the way.”

You can already taste the mayo and sweet yellow onion on your favorite sandwich, making your stomach rumble. The thought of walking with Aizawa and sitting down with him for lunch, alone without Eri being a filler, also makes your tummy flip.

Aizawa doesn’t look like he was expecting this question. “Uh…” The word drifts from his lips as he stares at you, making you feel even more awkward. He scratches at his chin, looking sheepishly suddenly. “I’d definitely like to, but I’ve got some tests to grade.”

Disappointment makes your tail droop, but you ignore it. You have no right to feel this way. You two aren’t even dating! You’re not even sure you’re friends yet. You plaster on an understanding smile. “That’s okay; I get it. Those kids need your expertise.”

Aizawa nods, still giving you that unreadable stare. “Yeah.”

“I’ll see you later?” you ask as you hook your lunch bag over your arm. Once again, Aizawa nods. “Yeah.”

The air suddenly becomes awkward and tense again, all of the easiness before gone. When one of the janitors comes in to whip himself up some iced tea, Aizawa leaves and you finally feel like you can breathe. When you head out to pick up your lunch, you let the warm sun and spring air wash over you, caressing your hurt feelings.

You feel greedy and desperate, trying to push Aizawa into something he may not be ready for. You haven’t exactly hinted that you want something more with him either or that you even feel the same way.

But how can you? He’s not only a pro hero and a professor, but he’s also a father. How can you be so sure this would work or that you wouldn’t be just a booty call for him?

‘You’re lying if you say you wouldn’t like that,’ a sly voice in your head hisses.

You groan inwardly, staring up at the clear, blue sky for answers to your dilemma. Because the truth is that you’d come running to Aizawa if he ever wanted a piece of your pussy.

Since the night you caught him masturbating in the privacy of his bedroom, your dreams have been haunted by his dick and the way he said your name. You want him in your bed or to be in his, trapped under his body, his lips on yours and his cock filling you to the brim.

But with your secret habits looming over you, you know this could never be. Even if you were to date Aizwawa, you know that eventually, you’d have to tell him the truth about everything. You just can’t face that. Call yourself selfish, but you just can’t let this go. You can’t let him or Eri go.

You shut your intrusive thoughts off for the remainder of your break when you finally pick up your sandwich and head back to the school in time before your shift starts again. When you walk into the breakroom, you’re shocked to see Aizawa there again, standing by the sink.

“Oh, back again?” you ask, attempting to sound like you’re not hurting on the inside. “Did you forget something?”

You look for his mug that perhaps he’s cleaning out, but you see nothing. What else could he be in here for? You notice how tense he looks and your ears perk up in alarm, reacting to the tension radiating off of him. “No,” he huffs. “I-I mean, yes. Shit.” He sighs and looks down at the floor, shoving a hand in his pocket.

You blink at him, wondering what’s gotten into him. You’ve never seen him like this: so insecure and nervous. It is quite the contrast to his usual confident and intimidating aura. “Listen, what are you doing later?” he asks softly. “After work, I mean.”

You blink dumbly at him again, your heart picking up speed. Is he…? He couldn’t possibly be… “U-um, just goin’ home to do laundry for this week. Why?” Stupid hope blooms in your chest, making your tail swish excitedly behind you. Aizawa doesn’t notice, his eyes still on the ground.

“I mean…if you’re still up for some good ramen instead of that crap you had earlier, I know this really good ramen shop downtown that’s owned by a friend of mine. If you want, we could go together…” His suggestion turns into a mumble at the end as redness grows in his cheeks, causing him to hide behind his scarves in embarrassment.

You’ve never wanted to suck his dick more. “F-For dinner?” you softly stutter. “Like…as a date?”

Aizawa ticks his eyes up to you then and the entire room falls away, leaving you only with him. “If you want it to be,” he softly answers.

You know that if he asked you to take a trip to space, you’d say yes. You’d say yes to anything he wanted. A smile stretches across your lips, happiness exploding within you. The realization that this could be real is almost overwhelming; your secrets be damned. You want him. You want all of him.

“Sure, I’d really like that,” you giggle. “I can meet you there. Is seven an okay time?”

Aizawa’s shoulders droop as he sighs in relief. Did he think you’d say no? “It’s perfect,” he replies, his own smile stretching across his handsome face. “I’ll, uh…I’ll see you later then?” That shyness returns, making him look almost like a little schoolboy.

You nod excitedly and move out of the way for him to leave the breakroom. When you sit back down on the couch, you’re smiling from ear to ear and feeling like the world is one big, shiny place where nothing bad exists.

“Oh, hello, Shouta!” Nemuri’s sweet voice fills the air as her heels click toward the door. She sways her hips into the breakroom, smiling at you.

“Hey, you!” she greets you as she plops down next to you on the couch, opening her bent box. “Sorry I’m late. Luckily, the kids weren’t deaf. I had to use my quirk on a few that were afraid to get checked out by Power Girl, but…”

She suddenly stops and takes one look at you before her red lips curl into a knowing smile. “Ooooh…what’s with that face, hon?”

You turn to her, fearful of her reaction. “What?” you ask. She giggles, poking at you. “You look like you just got stuck in your cute little tail by Cupid’s arrow. Did Aizawa talk to you?”

You can’t help the dreamy, dopey grin that curls onto your face again. “He did more than that: I think he just asked me out on a date.” Nemuri’s eyes widen as big as saucers and she practically jumps from her seat.

“Seriously?!” she shouts, earning a harsh shush from you. “What did he say? When are you going?” Her questions are like rapid fire, excited by this new information. You have no doubt she’ll be telling Mic too.

"Tonight at 7,” you proudly say. “We’re gonna meet up for dinner.” Already you can feel those nervous butterflies swarming your tummy. What will you wear? What will you talk about?

“Then before your date, you’re coming right over to my dorm so I can help you pick out an outfit,” Nemuri says with conviction. You go to protest, but she presses a finger to your lips. “No buts! We need this man so uncomfortable with how hot you look that he has no choice but to take you back here and love you down.” She winks at you suggestively.

Your mind drifts back to Aizawa’s hand wrapped around his wet cock, the moonlight hitting his face screwed in ecstasy. “You’re ridiculous,” you mutter to your friend, turning away to allow yourself to calm your horny ass down.

“And a seasoned hot girl,” Nemuri giggles. “Now onto more important things!” She nudges her hip with yours, looking at you in all seriousness. “You’ve got condoms?”

*********

Half an hour before your date with Aizawa, you sit in your bedroom with your stomach feeling like it’s about to push up your lunch right out of your mouth.

You’ve spent the afternoon since you got home primping for tonight after Nemuri did your makeup. She went for a soft glam look that makes your lips look plumper in the peachy Fenty Beauty gloss she applied to them and your face looks like a glazed donut.

That was the most you allowed her to do, refusing to step into one of her sexy little numbers for your first date with Aizawa.

Instead, you settled for a simple bodysuit that slims out your body and accentuates your curves, hip-hugging jeans, and flats to make catching the bus easier. You aren’t due to catch it for another twelve minutes, but your feet are itching to get moving as if you’re keeping Aizawa waiting.

But you can’t even bring your body to stand up and check your hair or spritz more perfume on your collarbone.

You’re so utterly nervous. You thought taking a shot of Moscato and a sniff of your stash of catnip would’ve to help curb the nervous butterflies in your stomach, but nothing has helped. If anything, you feel even more paranoid.

You’ve had to keep your phone charging in your bathroom just to keep it out of sight so you’re not constantly waiting for Aizawa to call. He said he’d be there, so why are you so apprehensive?

Maybe it’s because you still can’t believe he asked you out. Maybe it’s because it’s been so long since you’ve been on an actual date and you’re afraid you’ll fuck it up. Or maybe because of the possibility it could end in a one-night stand. You don’t want anything to do with that, no matter how hot Aizawa makes you.

“Ugh!” you groan, dragging your painted nails through your hair. This couldn’t have been the worst time to start having a breakdown. “Get it together,” you hiss to yourself before standing, planning to walk to the end of the block to catch your bus a little early.

But as you do, your ringtone begins to blast from your bathroom. With your heart lurching into your throat, you hurry to the bathroom to grab it.

Disappointment floods you when you realize it isn’t Aizawa. However, that disappointment is soon replaced with concern. On your screen, the news app is open and an alert is flashing of a hostile situation taking place downtown.

WARNING: There has been a report of a robbery where several suspects wielding firearms are currently holding the overnight bank staff hostage. The police are currently working to defuse the situation and to find a way inside of the bank which the suspects have forcibly locked. All citizens living near the Bank of Musutafu are highly advised to stay clear of the bank’s premises and the surrounding area. Please stay in your homes if possible or leave the area IMMEDIATELY.

You gently place your phone down and look in the mirror. Above you is your clock which clearly shows that your bus will be here in ten minutes. How long were you sitting on your bed?

You have no time to ponder that as you look from the news alert to your reflection. The girl with the cat ears, glossed lips, and lashes thick with mascara to frame her brown eyes stares back at you, silently asking you what will you do.

What will you do? To miss your first date with Aizawa, the very man you’ve been crushing on since you started working at UA, just to play hero would haunt your nights.

But the thought of at least not trying to help those poor bank workers and the police when you have the ability to do so makes you sick. How selfish would you be to not be Night Claw tonight just because of a date with Aizawa? How is tonight any different? Crime doesn’t stop just because you’re desperate for dick.

Adrenaline begins to pump through your body, making your heart pound and your tail swish rapidly behind you. You can feel yourself being pulled in two different directions, each half of your subconscious screaming at you:

‘Just leave it alone!’ one side hisses. “Those people don’t need you! You’re not even a real hero. Imagine if this chance with Shouta never comes around again!’

‘No,’ another side firmly says. ‘You have a duty to the public. This is your city; your home. You need to protect it.’

‘What you need to do is finish getting ready for your date! Shouta will hate you if you show him up. He’ll never talk to you again.’

But the other part of you, the one that has values and morals, stands firm in her opinion, hitting you with encouragement and motivation to do what is right.

‘If Shouta admires you and your passion as a counselor, he’ll admire your passion as a vigilante. You have lives you need to save! Otherwise, why’d you never start this night job in the first place?’

You grip the sink counter. Tears begin to prick your eyes, threatening to ruin the mascara and light eyeshadow that Nemuri did a fantastic job on.

‘You haven’t even told him the truth yet. How can you date him and you’re still lying to him?’

Your eyes flick up to the clock. One minute left. The bus probably has left by now knowing how this shitty public transportation system works. “Shit,” you mutter.

Then, again, louder, “Shit!” as you slam your hands down onto the counter. Your claws suddenly protrude from your fingers, wanting desperately to claw at something to release your frustrations. Especially when you know what you must do.

With a lamented sigh, you take your phone off of the charger and click on Aizawa’s name from your contacts. When you put your ear to the phone, one lone, stubborn tear drips down your face. You quickly wipe it away, willing yourself to cut the bullshit and be a grown woman. This is the right thing to do.

“Please leave a message after the beep,” the automated voice says before a beep rings out in your ear, signaling the beginning of your sorry-ass voicemail.

“Hey, Shouta,” you sigh defeatedly. “It’s me. I’m so sorry! I lost track of the time!” You walk out of your bathroom and into the bedroom, kicking off your shoes as you do. “Listen…we might have to take a rain check on tonight.”

You stare at the open window where your curtains billow in the spring breeze teeming with nightlife and adventure. “Something came up."

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