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Digimon Adventure tri. ~ Kokuhaku, Movie #3 (Japanese Version) Featuring Duo/Characters/Ship: Koushiro{u} Izumi x Taichi Yagami + {Personal} Favorite Moment{s} {+of Tri}/{As a Whole} of the Adventure-related franchise

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@taikouvember Day 4 - Reliability: "I've watched you at your side all these years! Isn't that right?"

Since I still owe the person who wrote the Digimon Adventure Tri Stageplay my whole life... I thought referring back to it for "Reliability" would be perfect. Because while I still maintain that they're both pretty much ride or die for one another, Koushirou in particular is technically dedicating all his time and resources (directly and indirectly) to support Taichi. He did so ever since Adventure overall - but one of his main roles in the stageplay had definitely been to be a foil for Taichi, encouraging, reassuring, enabling him - and even shouting at him to shake him out of his frozen state. It perfectly encapsulates the quintessence of their dynamic as well as their struggles. I've summarized it in various posts already, but I just love how it all comes down to this: Koushirou has been working on distortion-tracking devices in the shape of goggles of all things, it's what his knowledge has enabled him to do - and by giving them back to Taichi by the end of the stageplay, he basically gives him the sign of his leadership - and courage - back as well. Taichi will always be able to rely on Koushirou. (And to refer back to one of my favourite quotes by Tri's writers: "When you think about it now, Koushirou likes Taichi a little too much.")

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[taichi-x-koushiro]

Digimon Adventure ~ Koushiro{u} Izumi x Taichi Yagami {KOUTAI} / {Taishiro[u]} / {TaiKou}

"In Paris I spent my first night in Montmartre. In all those nightclubs where now everyone is my friend I went from discovery to discovery. Everywhere I encountered the same warm, smiling welcome, the same excellent champagne…everywhere my cap, my light beige suit, and my suede shoes made a sensation." "Panama" Al Brown {x} {Queer History}

Digimon Adventure 25th Anniversary Pop-Up Shop {x} "DIGIGIFT" Official Calender/Wallpaper {x} (Note: Full version of latter contains #TheBeginningSpoilers for Taichi's full design, and a potential aftermath or in-between for the film!)

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(Anyway, I need an A.U. like this where Taichi runs into +French-speaking Koushiro in France, {in Tri: Saikai, Koushiro is canonically attempting learning some French, and as the cap above shows, takes Koushiro’s parents to a fancy French restaurant - it is also heavily implied it’s Koushiro paying for their meal, as well as helping them order} and Taichi’s “beige suit” and shoes “make a sensation” for someone we all Know…)

[froggie-bolt]

Alrighty TaiTo shippers, I understand now

They hold each other so…

Still absolutely a TaiShiro shipper and always will be but—

Anyway I’m watching Digimon Adventure Tri..I have some..opinions

BUT ILL STAY ILL MAKE IT THROUGH THIS

[umemiyan]

@averysmolbear you’ve been matched with… taishiro toyomitsu & kento nanami!

character matchups

[fatkish]

Hi, I wanted to make a request in the vein of the hybrid au please! Cow!hybrid reader x Shoji, with him being either a farmhand or a bull!hybrid (whichever strikes your fancy). Either way, she gets VERY attached to him. Nsfw would be much appreciated if you feel like it! Thanks

Bull Hybrid Mezo Shoji x Cow Hybrid Reader NSFW

Fatgum Farms may not be the most popular farm but it is one of the leading farms in the handling and care of Mutated or problematic hybrids. Most hybrids on this farm either have had a history with bad owners leading to severe trust issues and behavioral issues or they are like Taishiro’s Mezo, a bull hybrid with extra limbs. Most Hybrids don’t have quirks but a rare few do. Normally hybrids like Mezo would have been sent straight to the slaughterhouse back in the old days. But Fatgum Farms is one of the best when it comes to dealing with hybrids that have quirks.

Now due to Mezo’s rather strange appearance, he doesn’t have a herd, none the less a mate. Taishiro has been trying to find the poor guy a mate since he knows Mezo is actually a real sweetheart and a softie. Mezo tends to hang out with the normal calves and is very helpful. He helps garden and plow the fields and helps take care of the crops. Taishiro had heard of a cow hybrid that had vision issues and was in need of a mate. He had hoped that this would be the one. He sent the person selling the hybrid a rag that was covered in Mezo’s scent.

Taishiro was so excited when the seller replied to his mail saying that the cow hybrid was seemingly excited upon smelling the rag. So Taishiro went to meet the seller and ended up buying you, the cow hybrid. Taishiro then loaded you up and brought you to his farm where Mezo was waiting. Mezo knew better than to get his hopes up but he couldn’t help but dream of having his own mate to look after. He was always afraid that his body would make it impossible for him to find a mate. But today was his lucky day.

When you got to the farm and were unloaded, it became more obvious what kind of vision issues you had. You were extremely near-sighted. (sorry for those of you with good vision) you could hardly see your hand when it was inches from your face. Your lack of being able to see your surroundings made you a very difficult cow and rather skittish. When Mezo walked up to you, you caught his scent and recognized it. Mezo let you cling to one of his arms as he led you to his small barn.

You nuzzled your head into his arm as your tail swayed behind you. Mezo tried to keep himself together, he could already smell that you were in heat and ready for him to breed you. Once he got to his barn, he led you around and helped you get accustomed to your surroundings.

As you slowly got used to living on the farm, Taishiro showed you that you could trust him. Since you were a dairy cow hybrid, you could produce milk without having been bred, but breeding would massively increase the amount of milk you produce. Mezo and Taishiro were the ones who would normally help milk you since your nipples were sensitive and it was difficult to milk yourself.

After a two months of constant courting, Mezo finally felt like he was ready to settle down and make you his official mate. Once he got you both back in the barn that night, he decided it was time to breed you. Mezo had wrapped you in his many arms and began nuzzling you and nipping at your neck whist running his hands up and down your body while grinding into your ass. As his hands traveled down to explore your nethers he formed a mouth that would lick and suck on your (cock/clit). Two of his other hands were busy tweaking, pinching and pulling at your sensitive nipples making you groan and start drooling from the pleasure.

Mezo then shoved two of his fingers into your drooling mouth, and made you suck on them. After he pulled them out he reached down and began to circle them around your soaked (pussy/bussy) before pushing them deep inside you. Mezo groaned the same time you did. He began to move and stretch his fingers inside you to prepare you for him. As he scissored you, he also thrusted his fingers in and out. After a few minutes of that, all the sensations from his many hands made you cry out as you came on his fingers.

After you came, you panted as Mezo scooped you up and sat you down on his 10 and 1/2 inch long cock. Your weight slowly made you sink down as your plush velvety walls swallowed him. He groaned into your ear as he thrusted his hips upwards into you, making you sink the rest of the way down. Your breath was pushed out of you as you struggled to take in a breath and adjusted to the near 3 inch stretch. As your body squeezed Mezo’s cock, he grabbed your chest and moved a bucket beneath you as he held you over it and began to milk you.

As he pinched and pulled at your leaky nipples, milking you straight into the bucket below you, you moaned. Every pull and pinch made milk squirt out of your sensitive teats. While two hands milked you, two other hands were massaging your chest, drawing and pushing the milk towards your nipples, only to be released into a bucket. Mezo began to slowly thrust into you as he tugged at your teats. You began to moan and moo slightly as his pace slowly increased.

“Ah! M-Mezo p-please, oh! Mezo… so good, p-please I… I need more” you moaned as he continued his tugging and groping of you chest and teats, slowly draining the pressure from them as your milk was coaxed out of you. Your (cunt/bussy) throbbed as he sped up the thrusting of his hips. He soon began to pound away at your (cunt/bussy), increasing his pace as your hooves left the floor. With this new development, Mezo was able to hit your (g-spot/prostate) consecutively, hitting it with every strong thrust of his hips.

“Ah! Ah, oh, M-Mezo”

“You’re doing so well for me, just hang in there a little longer and I promise I’ll fill you up with my seed and breed you, my perfect little mate”

With one last powerful thrust aimed deep inside of you, Mezo grunted and held you tight, squeezing your chest a little bit harder as you both came at the same time. Your (cunt/bussy) throbbed and squeezed down on him as he released multiple jets of hot cum deep inside you filling you. You both were panting as you came down from your high. You were going to try to get off of Mezo before he pulled you back onto him and began to start up again.

“Oh baby, I hope you didn’t think that was it, we’re not done yet, I’m going to empty my balls into you so get ready. I promised to breed you properly after all”

This was going to be a long night in the barn.

[mintmatcha]

cw: cisfem reader, sex work mention, slight blood mention

“You don’t belong here.”

The man jumps, surprised, then dissolves into a chuckle as he brings his drink to his lips. There's something familiar about this face, hidden under the swollen cheekbone and bruised fat lip, but you can't place where you know him from. You apparently marvel too long, as the stranger cheeks grow redder by the second.

“Is it really that obvious?”

“Um, yeah.” You gesture up and down him, “You’re stiff as a board and you tried to order food.”

The stranger scoffs into his drink, genuinely insulted for a moment before he dissolves back into his smile. There's no airs about him - a rare occurrence for the clientele here- and that knows you a bit off guard. "What’s wrong with ordering food?"

You ignore how the bartender shoots you a look when you slip into the seat beside your tall blonde and simply gesture to the place as if it explains itself- dim mood lighting, men in suits, women in dresses that barely cover anything. There's a woman on stage, perched on all fours and writhing ever so gracefully, arching her back as she slinks on the floor. Her quirk activates for a moment and her skin shimmers with a kaleidoscope of colors, a fairy under neon lights.

This place has the decency to call itself a gentleman's club. It has polished glasses and comfortable seats, but that doesn't change what it is. It's a strip club. Through and through. It's lacquered shine doesn't change anything underneath. It still reeks of malintent.

"What’s wrong with ordering food?" he repeats. He places his drink down and you take it before he can react, bringing it up to your lips with a playful grin. When he doesn't protest, instead just watching you with wide, wide eyes, you take a sip. It's strong enough to make your chest bloom with heat.

"I don't think they have food here."

"They do," he replies.

"Then you're going to pay six thousand yen for three bites of food." Your lipstick clings to the rim as you hand it back to him.

"Well," he sniffs, flinching at his own crinkled nose. It must be broken; there's flecks of dried blood lining his fulcrum. "Have you ever tried it?"

"Clearly not."

He takes a long chug from his drink and finished the glass. When he gestures for another, your lipstick has smudged on to his cheek. "Maybe it's worth the money then."

You laugh, and it's not your normal practiced giggle. It's real and loud enough that the bartender shoots you another look. He knows what you're supposed to be doing here, and it's not hanging with the slummiest man in the room. When you meet his eye, there's a bit of a silent conversation between you two.

I know, you try to tell him, Let me have my fun.

"What are you doing here?" You turn back to your current play thing. The man shrinks slightly, a sheepish smile creeping back onto his face.

"Long night," the stranger mumbles, "Needed a drink and, well-"

He looks towards the stage, where a mouse eared girl spins on her pole, dark braids the only thing covering her tits. She's short and thick in the places that make you look longer than you should

"Some pretty things to look at?" You finish for him.

He tears his eyes away and back to you. You don't miss how they flicker down, how they soften when you scooch closer.

"Does that make me a bad person?"

"I think it makes you a guy," you shrug. One of the better guys, in fact. The unashamed ones get grabby and mean; this one talks to you like he considers you a person.

"What's your name?" he asks suddenly. You debate giving him your real one for a second, but then you adjust your legs and feel the bite of your stiletto straps on your ankles.

"Star."

"I'm Taishiro."

You regard him again, soaking in all the little details about him. He's tall- insanely so. There's a fair amount of muscle on his frame and you think maybe, under those bruises, he's pretty.

"You a boxer, Tai?"

"Y-yeah. Yeah, I am," he hesitates, "How'd you know?"

"Well, your nose is broken, so you definitely fight, but you aren't a hero," you gesture to his clothes. Oversized sweatpants, and a loose long sleeve - he looks like someone that's cut weight lately. "I know all the heroes in the area, and you aren't one of them. I would have remembered your pretty face."

The stranger draws back a bit, brow scrunched with confusion, but a smile creeping across his face. He must not get compliments much. You slyly check his finger for a ring and find it empty. Good, but that doesn't mean anything. Lots of men take off their rings.

"And you aren't a bad guy or a villain. You don't have that scent to you."

He also doesn't smell like anyone else. If he slept next to someone, there'd be lingerings of them.

"Villains have a smell now?"

"To me, they do." You nap the side of your nose, "It's a quirk thing."

Your quirk sounds more useful than it is. There's a scent to bad intentions, something that lingers

He rolls his head to his shoulder and finally relaxes fully. "You can sniff out crime? Full on McGruff the Crime Dog?"

You mirror him. Ear to your shoulder, a slight grin tugged onto your lips, you say: "A dog? Are you calling me a bitch?"

The stranger blanches. His hand flies to his face so quickly that you're worried he's going to hit himself.

"Oh, geez, I didn't-"

You lean forward with a tinkle of laughter and pat his thigh. The muscle is tight and corded through the thick fabric. Messing with him is easy. Too easy. You almost feel bad for riling him up. "I'm teasing. I'm like a bloodhound."

"How does it work?" Taishiro asks, "What do I smell like?"

He smells like home cooking, with spices and herbs you can't quite place. It's homey, it's warm, it's familiar in ways you can't quite place. There's an edge in there you can't quite place, not quite sour or sweet, but just off enough that you know he's not being 100% truthful with you. You suspect his name isn't what he says, or his boxing career isn't exactly that.

You can't judge. Your name clearly isn't Star.

But, then again, he moves so earnestly that you have a hard time assuming he's bad in anyway, especially next to some of these men. One of them, an older man you unfortunately recognize, keeps looking at you. His smell is sweet in the same way rot is.

"It's a secret," you reply, "Just keep on behaving and you won't have to worry about it."

He laughs at that, big and booming enough that a couple of the girl walking around look your way, and you can't help but join it. You think, if you had met him anywhere else, if you were someone else, you'd pursue this further, let something develop between you.

But you aren't anyone else.

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asks, suddenly, and you suddenly are hit with the guilt of reality.

"I gotta be honest with you." You peel your hand from his thigh. "I don't come to strip bars for the tits, baby."

"Do- do you work here?"

"Men buy my time." He stares at you blankly and you sigh. "My companionship for the evening. And my boss is going to get mad if I don't start schmoozing paying customers."

Taishiro furrows his brow, then widens his eyes as the realization hits him.

"Oh. Oh." He swallows and nods, clearly thinking this through. Just as you start to get up, he reaches for you, wide, wide, wide hand on your hip to keep you in place. "How much?"

Something inside you sinks. You should have expected this. "I didn't think you were interested in that."

"I'm not-- I mean, I am, but not like- well-" He staggers through his thoughts, "I just want to keep talking. Really. Maybe even split my food, if you want, but I don't- not that kind of companionship- just, like, normal companion stuff."

You sniff. He still smells the the truth, for the most part. You're not sure if you pity him.

"Two hundred thousand yen for the night," you say. "Ends at sun up- no exceptions."

"Oh," he perks up, head tilted like a puppy again, "That's it?"

"What does that mean?"

"I thought it was going to be--" he pauses and shakes his head, thinking better of it, "Yeah, that's okay."

"Do you think I'm cheap?" you gape.

"No, I just--" he laughs again, clearly embarrassed. "You just look really, really, really expensive?"

Despite yourself, with a roll of your eyes, you smile too. "Nice save."

He mum les to himself, rubbing the back of his neck. Most of your clients are experienced with this life, but the new ones are always like him. Nervous. Scared. You step closer to him, trailing your fingers down his arm. You both watch your manicured nails trace loose patterns.

"You really want to spend that kind of money to just have dinner with me?"

You'd fuck him. Of course you would. You expect him to crumble under the flirtations, just like the others did.

But he surprises you when he nods.

"Yeah, I am," Taishiro says, "Is that okay?"

You shrug. "It's your night. Anything you want is okay."

The hand on your waist squeezes tighter, but it's not sexual. It's comforting, almost normal.

"I guess I'll..." he says awkwardly, "Get cash?"

"Cash is good."

-

Taishiro knows this is a bad idea.

A horrible, awful, terrible idea.

Using his real name was stupid; he's lucky you incorrectly guessed his career. If he wasn't so thin right now, you might have recognized him. He'll if he's not careful, you could figure him out anyway.

If the media gets word of this, his career would be ruined. His poor interns would never meet his eye again. The headlines flash in his mind: FATGUM CAUGHT WITH PROSTITUTE. OR ESCORT. WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE?

Well, he's sure they'd be more creative than that.

He shakes it out of his head. This isn't about sex. He's just... lonely. So, unbearably lonely. It's just a dinner, just something to stop him from going hone and wallowing by himself again. Sure, you're the prettiest thing that's ever talked to him-

He shakes that out of his head too.

[shockinglysubmissive]

Day 11: Anorgasmia

Taishiro Toyomitsu x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: inability to cum/orgasm denial, minor degrading

(this is absolutely me writing about my own struggles, so I will understand if this flops big time.)

You have tried for years to make yourself cum. But no matter how much lead up, prep, toys, positions, or relaxation techniques you try, your body refuses to give you release. The pleasure builds and builds before being let go in a dull flop. Because of this, you grew convinced that there was something wrong with you. That you had a broken vagina. It definitely caused some major issues when it came to becoming intimate with a partner. Which is how you ended up here. Months into a relationship with a loving and generous pro hero, and still a virgin. Slowly, as the relationship grew more serious, you desperately wanted to go further with him. His wide smile only grows when you bring it up.

"Oh! Sugar you mean it!? I can't wait to have you cumming on my tongue!" His eyes light up with pure joy, but your heart drops. You were going to disappoint him when he realizes that is never going to happen. When you don't match his excitement, he is quick to question you about it. "Are you sure this is something you are ready for? I've told you I don't mind waiting, so don't feel like you have to do this for my sake." His large hand rests on your thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Just feeling his hand so close to you makes your cunt throb. You have to tell him. Keeping this from him won't make anything better. And pretending it's not a thing won't make you cum. "Taishiro... I have this thing... Where no matter what I do, I've never been able to have an orgasm... So please don't blame yourself. I promise that I can feel and enjoy all the stimulation. But I just can't have a pleasurable orgasm." As you ramble out your explanation, you don't notice a flash of sadism behind his eyes.

His strong arms keep your thighs spread wide open, his mouth latches onto your cunt as your slick coats his chin and cheeks. Your hands are tangled in his hair, begging pathetic. Though you aren't sure what it is you are begging for. He has set a torturous pattern of circling your clit and fucking you with his tongue until just before the dull release. You are only given a few moments of rest before he starts back up again. Truthfully, you aren't sure how long it has been. Minutes? Hours? Who knows. But he shows no sign of stopping.

During one of his brief breaks, his eyes lock on yours. "I don't think you could be any more perfect if you tried. Your pussy is the best thing I've ever tasted. And to find out that you'll never cum? Oh sugar. Do you know what that means? It means I can bring you right to the edge over and over again and you can't stop me. You can't cum anyway. So why give you that extra flick of my tongue? It would just end with a sad ache. Instead I can just keep doing this. You'll be dripping this delicious juice for me all the time." His golden eyes had gone dark. "You'll be so desperate for you all the time. Soon enough you'll be begging me to stuff every inch of my cock into you."

[taichi-x-koushiro]

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Prompt{s}: Friendship (Belated); {Technically Fits for Love too but--}

[Please see commentary under the 'read more'!]

DigiAdvs AMV ~ “Forget About Love” featuring Duo/Pair: Koushiro(u) Izumi x Taichi Yagami {KouTai}/{TaiKou}/{Taishiro[u]} Music from : A.l.a.d.d.i.n - The Return of Jafar Finished around 3:15 A.M. on 2-14-22 (originally started on 2-13-22)

Original Posters [Mine] Commentary: (Please excuse the random preview shot; it does kind of capture the exact feeling Taichi has throughout this A.M.V. on his face tHO)- {in that specific shot of Taichi anyway}

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[ghost-in-the-hall]

My Girl (Fatgum x Fem! Reader) SMUT

This fic was purely self indulgent because I've been going through a lot recently and Fatgum's one of my comfort characters, so, be nice, please.

WARNINGS: MINORS DNI, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+, SMUT, AFAB reader, Fem! Reader, use of she/her pronouns, mentions of body dysmorphia and lack of self esteem, mentions of weight, p in v sex, pussy eating, Dom! Taishiro, being restrained by partner, praise kink, size kink, unprotected sex, other than that just pure fluff (lmk if I missed anything.) Enjoy!

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You paused the work you were doing on your laptop when your phone began buzzing on your nightstand. You looked at the caller ID curiously, it was your boss. He never called you on your day off. You answered the call in a panic, surely something had to be wrong. Fatgum was always trying to ensure you were resting properly. 'You work too hard as it is, sweets. I don't want you to worry about work at home too.' "Hey! You busy today?" Your body instantly relaxed at the sound of his usual jovial tone on the other end of the line.

"Not in the slightest." You set your laptop on your bed next to you, wanting to give him your undivided attention. "Do you need me to come in today?"

"Do you really think I'd ask you to come in on your day off?" You stifled a giggle at his mockingly offended tone. "I was going to do some shopping and stuff around the city today… I would like you to come with me if you can. Maybe I could take you out to dinner while we're out?"

"Are you asking me out on a date?" You could hear his nervous stuttering on the other end of the line.

"I… Um, yeah, I guess I am." He chuckles. "Would you like to go on a date with me?" The words came out slowly, the briefest of pauses between each one as if he was carefully thinking about every syllable that left his lips

"I would love to, Tai." You couldn't keep the beaming smile off your face.

"Great!" His voice flooded with relief. "I'll pick you up in an hour." The two of you exchanged your goodbye's before you hung up to get ready. You had been working with Tai for years now, he was someone you very quickly learned to call a friend. However, throughout your years of working in such close proximity with him you had developed a little crush on the BMI hero. It was nice to see that your feelings weren't one sided, but, you would be lying if you said you weren't still a little nervous. You must have tried on everything in your wardrobe before deciding on an outfit, groaning as nothing fit you exactly how you wanted it to. You knew you shouldn't be putting so much thought into this. You had come such a long way with Taishiro's help, but as you looked at yourself in the mirror you couldn't help but have doubts. Part of the reason you wanted to work under Taishiro in the first place was because of what he stood for. Fatgum made being big something to be proud of. Your squishy tummy and muscular thighs were something to be celebrated, not ridiculed. You put on an outfit you felt confident in, and it helped you feel a bit better. It was funny really, whenever you started to feel negatively about how you looked you would always think back to Tai. Numerous press events, formal dinners, company trips, he was there to build you up whenever your confidence wavered. Now should be no different. Before you realized it an hour had passed, you perked up at the sound of someone gently knocking at your door. There in front of you stood Taishiro in his civilian form, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. You were a bit shocked when you saw him, you were so used to Fatgum that you had forgotten what he looked like in his civilian form. Loose white Tshirt hanging off his frame, messy blond hair falling perfectly against his forehead, the only thing resembling the hero you knew so well was his unmistakable smile.

"You brought me flowers?" You were in awe that he remembered what your favorites were, something you had only told him once in passing a while ago.

"Pretty flowers for the prettiest girl I know." You inhaled their sweet aroma as you took the bouquet from him, inviting him inside while you looked for a vase to put it in. "Thank you for letting me take you on a date." You gently grabbed his arm, squeezing his bicep with a small smile.

"There isn't anyone I'd rather go on a date with." You notice him blush slightly at your compliment. "I almost didn't recognize you when I opened the door, it's been a long time since I've seen you in civilian form." He looks down at the floor, kicking his toe against the hardwood.

"I figured you'd rather go on a date with Taishiro… not Fatgum." You couldn't help but notice his dejected tone. You take a step closer to him, reaching out and taking his hand in yours.

"Tai, I like you for you, not how fat of skinny you are." Golden eyes finally find yours, smile already returning to his lips. "You make me laugh, you and I could talk about anything for hours and I would never get bored, you give amazing hugs." You giggle and he laughs, thumb languidly running over your knuckles. "Those are the things that made me fall for you, not some silly number. Besides, fat form or not, I think you're incredibly handsome." You let out a flustered giggle at such a direct complement. He pulled you to him, arms wrapping tightly around you as his chin rested in the top of your head.

"Have I ever told you how amazing you are." He squeezes you, earning yet another laugh from your much smaller form. "Let's go have some fun, yeah?" You nod, fingers lacing with his as you leave your apartment building. The two of you made your way to what many considered the shopping district of the city, your eyes wide as you peruzed the window displays of each store. You paused in front of one shop in particular, a sexy little cocktail dress catching your attention. "You'd look great in that darlin'." You jumped slightly at Taishiro's voice right next to your ear. He saw the hesitance in your expression, knowing exactly the thought process you were going through. His hands fell on your waist, a blush immediately erupting on your cheeks. You could feel the heat radiating from his body as he remained just far enough away so as to not have his whole torso pressed against your back. "Why don't you go try it on? I'd like to see it on you." You swallowed thickly, nodding and placing your hands on top of his. He kept an arm securely around you as you headed into the store, Taishiro doing all of the talking so you wouldn't feel pressured. The sales associate inside was more than happy to help. She walked with you to the dressing rooms in the back, Taishiro making himself comfortable on one of the chairs just outside with an excited smile on his face.

"You and your boyfriend are absolutely adorable." She squeals quietly. You thanked her, the self doubt that was still flooding your mind making it hard to focus. She brought you the dress you had your eye on, helping you get zipped up before you returned to the main floor. At the first sight of you Taishiro's jaw dropped. He fumbled with his wallet, pulling out his credit card and passing it off to the sales associate.

"Tai, you really don't have to do that," you hurried over to him. "I'm not even sure if I like it." He stood, taking your hand and bringing you over to the full length mirror by the dressing rooms. He turned you so you could look at yourself, your arms immediately coming up to cross over your torso. You felt so exposed. He ran his hands up and down your sides, over every curve you felt insecure about.

"You look beautiful, sweets." He stooped down to rest his chin on your shoulder. "Is there anything I can do? I want my girl to feel as pretty as I think she looks."

"Your girl, huh?" You saw Taishiro's face flush in the reflection. You looked at yourself in the mirror again, letting your arms fall to the side. Tai's compliment didn't take away your insecurity but it definitely helped dull the sting it left in your chest. "You promise I look okay?"

"You look more than okay darlin'." He hugs you from behind. "You look perfect." The sales associate returns with a bag for your clothes that still remained in the dressing room, Taishiro convincing you to wear the dress out of the store. You tried to argue that it wouldn't go with your sneakers, but he couldn't be swayed. As you walked you reached out for his hand once more, he laced his fingers with yours eagerly. You couldn't remember the last time you had this much fun. The two of you made your way from shop to shop, giddy and laughing the entire way. Taishiro never left your side; whether the two of you were holding hands, he had an arm wrapped around your shoulders, or he was pulling you into a hug, your thoughts didn't have a chance to deviate away from the butterflies he gave you. You sat across from him at a small table in an outdoor noodle shop you had stumbled across as your day wound down. Chin resting in your hands as you watched him carry on a jovial conversation with the shop owner. You had already known, but today really cemented things for you. You were in love with him. "And she'll have the same." He turns to look at you once more with that breathtaking smile. "I hope you don't mind that I ordered for you."

"I trust your judgment on the food here." You giggle. He reaches across the table and takes your hand in his, gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

"I really wish today didn't have to end, I've had a really good time with you." His gaze lingered on your lips for just a moment, but it was enough to get you flustered. You thought about kissing this man more often than you would like to admit. Now, with him sitting here in the soft orange lantern light, the warmth of his hand mingling with your own, the thought was beginning to creep its way to the front of your mind yet again. The two of you gradually began to lean closer to each other over the table as you quietly conversed, the background buzz of the other patrons lost to you. You were startled apart by your food arriving at the table. After a delicious meal and fantastic company Taishiro walked you home, cutting through the park to spend just a little more time with him. Your intertwined hands swung between you as your conversation carried on. You both fell silent as you came across a street performer who was playing a soft melody on his guitar. Taishiro paused and looked down at you. "Would you like to dance, darlin'?"

"I would love to." You say quietly. Taishiro wraps an arm around your waist, gazing longingly into your eyes as you swayed with him in the warm night air. Crickets and frogs accompanying the instrumentals as your heart pounded in your chest. "I… really like you Tai." He smiles softly down at you, the hand on your waist giving you a gentle squeeze.

"I really like you too." His voice barely above a whisper as golden eyes remained locked with yours. You noticed him swallow thickly, tongue peeking out to wet his lips before he slowly began to inch his face closer to yours. Your eyes slid shut as his grip on your waist tightened, pulling you flush against him. It was perfect, he was perfect, his lips were hovering over yours when suddenly you were interrupted.

"Hey is that Fatgum?" You both sighed, opening your eyes you were met with the sight of an apologetic smile on his lips as his fans rushed over to him. Being a well known hero like him had its drawbacks sometimes, you had been working with him long enough that privacy could be a luxury. After some casual conversation and photos were taken the two of you continued on your way, eventually arriving at your apartment.

"Sorry bout that." He chuckles bashfully.

"It's really okay, I wouldn't want you to sacrifice your reputation with your fans just for me." You step closer to him, resting your hands on his chest. "Besides… I'm really hoping this isn't the only date we get to go on."

"Oh, don't you worry, sweets, I plan on spoiling my girl every chance I get." Your heart fluttered at him calling you his girl. He pulls you into a tight hug, neither one of you wanting to let go. As you pulled back you placed a soft kiss to his cheek. "Goodnight." He stood in front of you with a bashful expression, rocking slightly on his heels.

"Goodnight, I'll see you tomorrow." You both wave as you close your door. You let out a sigh as you kicked off your shoes, about to head out of your entry way when there was a knock at your door. You opened it to see Taishiro still standing there.

"I'm sorry… I just-" He lets out a frustrated groan as he stutters before pulling you to him. His lips crashed against yours with such passionate ferocity or caused you to stumble back, one of his arms circling around your waist, the other gripping firmly onto the doorframe to keep you both upright. Kissing Taishiro made you feel like you were floating. His lips soft and warm against yours as the entirety of him flooded your senses. The sweet, musky scent of his cologne. His hand gripping your waist as he held you as close to him as he could. His hair soft against your fingers as they tangled into it. It was probably the best kiss you had ever experienced. Your lips trailed after his as he reluctantly pulled back. A warm hand found its way to your face from the doorframe, your head still spinning from the kiss.

You stood there, wide eyed and breathless as you gazed up at him, your body hot with want. "Tai, would you like to come inside?" He responded simply by scooping you up in strong arms, pushing through the half open door and ducking his head under the doorframe as he entered your apartment. The door was closed and your back was pressed against it, Taishiro's size and strength allowing him to move your body around with ease. Your legs wrapped around his torso as he settled himself between your thighs, lips finding yours again with ease as he hungrily captured your lips with his own. A massive hand cups your jaw with an almost shocking delicacy, Taishiro's presence already beginning to overwhelm you in such a short amount of time. His thumb swipes over your cheek as he gazes down at you, his expression a mixture of lust and nerves.

"Are you sure this is okay, sweetheart?" You felt your chest swell at the care he was putting into making sure you were comfortable. You pushed your fingers through his messy blond hair.

"I'm sure." Your voice soft and small as it left you. Despite the fact that Taishiro wanted you more than anything else in the world at the moment, yet still held you so delicately, allowed you to feel safe. You knew the man before you better than anyone, and you were eager to see what kind of mind numbing pleasure he would help you experience. Your hands rest on his chest, he still scanned your features for any sign of apprehension. "I want to experience all of you Taishiro." That was all it took to send him tumbling over the edge. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he attacked your neck, lips leaving a trail of fire across your skin. You couldn't help but gasp at the feeling of his rough, calloused fingers sliding underneath the hem of your dress, successfully hiking the fabric up to your waist with ease.

"Such a pretty little thing you are darlin'." He massaged your thighs, the room filled with the chorus of small gasps and moans that fell effortlessly from your lips as he nipped and sucked dark marks onto your cleavage. "I want everyone to know you're mine after tonight sweets." You let out a surprised yelp as Taishiro dropped to his knees, throwing your legs over his shoulders and bringing him face to face with your already soaked cunt. "You like to be tossed around a little. Don't you, princess?" You bit your lip, your head connecting with the wood behind you with a full thud. Your cheeks burned, embarrassed that he managed to get you turned on so easily. Taishiro chuckles at your expression before placing soft kisses along your thigh. You squirmed in his grasp, his hot breath fanning over your exposed skin. "Be a good girl and sit still for me darlin'." You would have laughed if you weren't in such an exposing predicament. It's not like you had a choice whether or not you would sit still, Tai had his arms snaked around your thighs in a vice grip, you couldn't have escaped even if you wanted to. You whined, fingers tangling in his hair, the pet name turning you on even more. You wanted to be good for him, to have him push you over the edge of your climax over and over again until you went limp. But, even in just your day to day life, Taishiro was a tease; Rolling up his sleeves to show up his muscular forearms and hands as he perched himself just a little too close to you at your desk to read something, he was very good at getting you flustered with the simplest actions. Now was no different. Panties ripped from your body and discarded as he kissed the lower half of your body everywhere besides where you needed him to most.

"Tai," you whine his name, giving his hair a gentle tug, "please." He rested his head against your thigh, looking up at you with a smirk as he noticed just how needy you were for him. He hadn't even touched you yet and you were already coming undone before his eyes. His eyes kept you locked in place, keeping eye contact with you as he finally gave you some relief. You cried out for him, giving his hair another firm tug. You felt him smirk against you at your outburst, satisfied with your reaction. He ate you out like you were his last meal, every movement from his skilled tongue threatening to send your climax crashing over you. Your body moved on its own as you ground your soaked pussy against his face. He hums against you, glad to see you enjoying yourself. You gasped as he slipped a finger inside you, wanting to get you as prepared as possible for later. "Fuck, you're so good at this." You couldn't help but giggle, your head swimming in pure pleasure.

His thumb replaced his tongue against your clit, rubbing circles at a firm, even pace over the already sensitive nub. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." He chuckles. "Think you can keep up? You're already looking pretty fucked out sweets." You could hear the shit eating grin in his voice, your response cut off with a moan as he slipped another finger inside of you. Your cunt was already stretched around his fingers alone, you couldn't even begin to imagine what his cock would feel like inside of you. You pushed down on his fingers, strangled gasps and moans leaving your shaking frame as he inched you closer to your orgasm. "Are you going to finish for me darlin'?" You nod, biting down on your lip to try and quiet your sounds. "Eyes on me sweets, I want you to look at me while you cum." Your face burned as you locked eyes with him, your head empty aside from any command he gave you. His mouth returns to your sex, assaulting your clit with his tongue before sucking it roughly into his mouth. You screamed his name as you climaxed, your legs shaking, crushing Taishiro's head between them in the process. He places one last kiss on your clit once he finishes with you, causing you to jolt. He helps you down off of his shoulders, arms never ceasing to support you as your feet hit the cold wooden floor. "Where's the bedroom?" You attempted to start walking in its direction, your legs felt like jelly as they struggled to keep you upright. You giggled as he scooped you up in his arms again.

"It's the last door on the left." He carries you through the door, setting you gently on the bed before leaning down to kiss you, the taste of you still on his lips. He tugged at the bottom of your dress, asking your permission to fully remove it. You gave him a nervous nod in response, allowing him to peel the fabric off your body. He took in the full sight of you with a smile, you couldn't help but notice the massive bulge in his pants as he stood in front of you.

"You are so beautiful sweets." He pulled his shirt over his head. Even in his civilian form he still had the soft tummy you loved so much, the softly defined muscles of his arms and chest, he really was flawless. As he stepped out of his pants you realized you were in trouble. Taishiro's impressive length looked like it was enough to rip your small frame in two. He chuckles at the slight fear he saw in your eyes. "Don't worry darlin', I'm gonna take my time getting you ready." He was back on you in an instant, lips finding yours with ease as he carefully laid you back. His massive paw cupped your sex, slowly palming you to help you relax. You whimpered softly, grinding against him to try and get more friction. He chuckles, "not enough sweetheart?" His thumb runs languid circles against the bundle of nerves, still sensitive from your last climax you moan softly into the crook of his neck. Two fingers teased at your entrance before they pushed inside you. The intensity of being so suddenly stretched open caused you to tense, Taishiro stopped the instant he felt it. Soft kisses were placed along your neck and shoulder, "just relax princess, I got you. You doin' alright?" You nod against him, arms holding onto him as tightly as you could manage. Your muscles loosened, allowing him to fully slide his fingers inside you. You feel him start to move slowly inside of you, fingers rapidly being able to slip in and out of you with ease as they become slick with your juices. Your feverish panting and Taishiro's gentle praise broke up the silence. "Such a good girl, you take my fingers so well, sweets, you're doing such a good job." A veil of sweat now covered your skin, every small touch sent a jolt of electricity across your exposed body. Your nails dug into his back as Taishiro added a third finger. You hissed at the slight sting but urged him to keep going, it felt incredible and you didn't want him to stop. The slow thrusting of his fingers began to pick up again, everytime brushing a certain spot inside of you that numbed your mind completely. Your vision went white as your second orgasm hit you, this one even more intense than the first one. You whimpered and squirmed in his grasp. Taishiro looked down at your quivering form with bright eyes as his thumb picked up its pace on your clit.

"Taishiro, fuck!" Your fingers raked down his back, you were sure you had left marks behind but he didn't seem phased in the slightest. A second orgasm crashed into you right after the other one. You bit down on his shoulder to muffle the scream that ripped through you. He gradually slowed his pace, allowing you to come down from your high. You looked down to see his free hand pumping his massive erection. You placed a hand on his chest, letting your head fall back against the mattress as you tried to regain control of your breathing. "Lube… bottom drawer… just give me a second." You giggled through your panting. Taishiro retrieved the bottle, before he had the chance to prepare himself, you decided to help him. You placed a hand on his waist, nudging him in the direction of the bed. He says down without complaint, smirking as he watches you squirt copious amounts of lube into your palm. You gently pushed the head of his cock against your hand, he let out a low groan, his head tilting back slightly as he kept himself propped up on his elbows to watch you.

"Fuck, sweetheart. Your hands feel really good." He smiles, his flushed cheeks and blown out pupils leaving nothing to the imagination about how good you were making him feel. You pumped him slowly, a soft moan escaping his lips whenever your palm dragged over his tip. Now sufficiently lubed up, Taishiro grabbed you by your waist and tossed you onto the mattress, eliciting an excited squeal from you. "You ready darlin'?" You nodded, attempting to let your body relax as much as possible. He ran the tip of his cock along your entrance, the lube making you even more wet than you already were. He slowly eased into you, stopping at any sign of discomfort and allowing you to adjust. You leaned into his touch as he rested a hand on your cheek, groaning as he got as deep inside of you as he possibly could. You whimpered as your walls stretched around his thick length, hiding your face against him as he sat there motionless, allowing you to adjust. "I'm gonna try and move princess, stop me if it's too much." He eases himself out of you and carefully pushes back in. Placing gentle kisses against the side of your face, telling you repeatedly how good you're doing, how incredible you felt around him. Slowly the discomfort dissipated and you were filled with nothing but pure pleasure.

"Faster." You stammer out. Taishiro wasted no time on your request, gradually picking up speed until your screams of pleasure were the only sound that filled the room. He kissed you hard, the ruthless thrusting paired with his lips on yours taking your breath away. You tugged him back by his hair slightly, "I'm gunna-fuck." The words you were trying to get out were cut off by your high pitched whine, your toes curling and head spinning from how good he was making you feel.

"Me too sweetheart." His thrusts were starting to get sloppy, his intensity dropping as he neared his own climax. He quickly pulled out of you, pumping his cock as hot ropes of cum shot all over your stomach and chest. He gave you one more soft kiss l, looking lovingly into your eyes as he gently cupped your face. "How are you feeling, princess?"

You nodded, voice coming out in a horse croak as you spoke, "wonderful." Taishiro chuckles, giving you a quick peck before he stood up.

"I'll be right back, I think I saw your bathroom across the hall right?" You nodded, watching him as he disappeared only to come back a few moments later with a cloth to clean you up with. "Alright sweets, let's get you cleaned up, yeah?" He carefully ran the warm washcloth over your body, being as gentle as he possibly could as he cleaned you up. You hissed as he ran the cloth over your sex, knowing you would be incredibly sore come morning. "Sorry 'bout that sweetheart."

"It's okay, I didn't expect to walk away unscathed." The two of you shared a laugh as he discarded the cloth and crawled into bed next to you, helping you under the covers. He pulled you into his arms, you nuzzled against his chest.

"Do you, um… do you want to make things official?" He asked you nervously. You rest your chin on his chest, gazing up at him with an expression nothing short of pure adoration.

"Tai," he turned his gaze down to look at you as you said his name. "I've had feelings for you for a long time. Today was… perfect. I would go up to the roof and scream that you're my boyfriend right now if my legs would carry me there." He chuckles, running his fingers through your hair.

"Your boyfriend, huh? And you're my girlfriend." He beams down at you, you nod with a giggle. "I'd really like that." You push yourself upwards to kiss him before snuggling into his side. You drifted off in his arms that night, completely content now that he was at your side. You woke up the next morning to the smell of breakfast cooking in the kitchen. You got yourself dressed, stretching as you wandered your way into the kitchen. Taishiro stood there in nothing but his boxers, the sight alone was enough to bring a smile to your face. You hugged him from behind, placing a kiss between his shoulder blades before laying your head against his back. "Mornin' darlin'."

"Morning." You sigh sleepily. You were about to ask him how long he'd been up when there was a frantic knock at the door. Peering out into the hallway you saw Taishiro's two sidekicks standing there with a nervous expression. "Kirishima, Amajiki, what are you two doing here?"

"Fatgum's missing, we've been trying to call him all morning, he never made it to the office-" Kirishima was cut off by their mentor appearing behind you in the doorway. "Oh-"

"I forgot to charge my phone. Smart plan coming to (Y/N)'s though, good job boys." He wraps an arm around your shoulders, the two of them absolutely dumbfounded by what they were seeing. "Come on in, I'm making breakfast."

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You're my Coffee [Chapter 3]

Shouta Aizawa x Pro hero/Teacher! Reader

After receiving a distressing call from a Japanese hospital, you learn your friend Nemuri Kayama (Midnight) has briefly awoken from her coma and is desperately screaming for you.

She makes a final request: take care of her students if she doesn't survive.

Chapter summary: Rumi helps to 'encourage' your quirk during P.E. which lands you in some hot water- and in the teachers lounge. It does grant you an excuse to relay everything you've picked up about the students, including a certain green eyed young man that knows your secret....

...Whos note passing get's you an all expenses paid trip to see Aizawa after class.

Chapter 3: Detention

Stepping out of the side doors, you saw the boys already assembled, waiting in the courtyard. Aizawa stood there, arms crossed, his expression as unamused as ever. The air around him seemed to carry an unspoken authority, and the students quickly fell silent as they noticed his presence.

"Alright, everyone," Aizawa called out, his voice commanding the attention of the entire group. "You were all almost late. Next time, tardiness will result in suspension." A few students snickered nervously, but most nodded, understanding the gravity of his warning. There was no room for leniency here, and the message was clear.

As Aizawa began to go over the rules and expectations for the upcoming tests, your eyes wandered, catching sight of Rumi and Taishiro standing by the bleachers. Both heroes held clipboards, their gazes sharp as they observed the students. It was clear they were here to evaluate the performances and ensure everything ran smoothly. 

‘Who the fuck is staring at me like that?’

While you tried to focus on Aizawa's instructions, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Glancing around, your eyes landed on the green-haired boy from the mall—Izuku, if you remembered correctly. He was staring at you from a few feet away, his wide eyes betraying a mix of curiosity and nervousness. 

You glanced down at the robotic prosthetics of his arms and then back up towards his face. The moment your eyes met, his face flushed bright red, and he quickly averted his gaze, looking more embarrassed than before.

Before you could approach him to ease his nerves, Iida stepped in front of you, his posture stiff and formal, as always. "Excuse me," he began, his tone sincere and a bit rushed, as if he'd been rehearsing this in his head. 

"I wanted to apologize for earlier. It wasn't my intention to make you feel out of place. I hope you can forgive me, and we can start fresh." He extended his hand toward you, the gesture as earnest as the look in his eyes.

His energy was soo nervous, but genuine! ‘Okay, I’ll bite.’

You smiled, appreciating his genuine effort to make amends. "Of course, no hard feelings. Let's start fresh." You took his hand, giving it a firm shake. Typically you hated touching hands, it messed with your energy. But he was trying and you weren’t going to fault him for that. 

It also let you see that his energy was stretching out around his body, trying to hold onto others before whipping away and reaching towards something in the distance, or maybe someone you couldn’t see. 

Iida's shoulders visibly relaxed, and he nodded with a small smile of relief. "Thank you. Now, let's get ready for the tests. Everyone, line up!"

As you took your place in line, you couldn't shake the feeling of being under scrutiny. It was weird, being tested again like you didn’t serve your time. Oh well. 

Aizawa directed everyone to their starting positions, his voice cutting through the morning air with sharp precision. "First test: the 50-meter dash. Use your quirks to complete the dash as quickly as possible. One by one, step forward when your name is called."

Mina was the first to go, sliding forward with her Acid Slide, her movements quick and fluid. Next, a boy with electric yellow hair—Denki, you recalled—zipped through with a burst of speed, his quirk crackling around him like lightning. The half and half boy followed, using a combination of ice and fire to propel himself forward, leaving a trail of frost and steam in his wake. The variety of quirks was astounding, each student displaying incredible skill and creativity.

When it was your turn, you took a deep breath and focused, the energy of your quirk pulsing just beneath your skin. You could feel the positive emotions swirling within you, ready to be unleashed. With a burst of speed, you took off, the ground blurring beneath your feet as you propelled yourself forward with a trail of energy.

‘Not too much and not too little.’

As you crossed the finish line, you could see Izuku glancing at you again, his curiosity still evident despite his attempts to be discreet. Each time your eyes met, he quickly looked away, the blush creeping back up his round freckled cheeks. You couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind.

During a brief break, you noticed the red-haired boy with sharp teeth waving enthusiastically at Taishiro. Taishiro waved back with a smile, clearly well-liked by the students. The camaraderie among the students was evident, their interactions adding a layer of warmth to the supportive atmosphere.

"Hey," a voice called out. You turned to see a wild Pickahu approaching, a friendly grin on his face. "The names Denki Kaminari. I just wanted to say welcome and that you were really fast on the track. That was cool!"

"Thanks," you replied, smiling back. "You did great too."

Denki chuckled, but you noticed he seemed a little tired, almost swaying on his feet. "You good?" you asked, placing a hand on his arm to steady him.

"Oh yeah, my bad. I was playing video games last night with my buddy Sero. You should totally join us sometime!" He looked like he was trying to keep his energy up more for your benefit than his own. 

Before you could respond, another voice cut in. "Oh yeah," you turned to see Jirou standing there, her eyebrows raised. "Are you moved into the dorms yet? We didn't see or hear of you until now. Kinda strange."

You began to notice some of the other students listening in or stepping up to join the conversation, curiosity evident on their faces. "Uh, yeah, I guess it is kind of strange," you said, trying to keep up the charade. "I just got here yesterday, so I'm still settling in." 

‘Not a complete lie.’

Mina, who had been listening, piped up, "Well, we're glad to have you! You fit right in." You could make out her features a bit more now that her hair was tied back into a mini pony tail. How her eyes were both so bright and dark was beyond you, but she was as unique as Mimi described. No wonder she wanted her as a sidekick. 

Just as the conversation was getting more lively, Aizawa's voice called everyone back to attention. The testing would resume, and you could sense the kids' determination filling the air. You’d give them this: These kids had what it took to be heroes. Not just physically but you could tell their hearts were in it too. 

Now you just needed to know where their minds were at.

As the group began to disperse after the initial round of tests, Aizawa called out, "Alright, everyone, we will now proceed with individual testing. I'll call you up one by one." The students nodded, the atmosphere filled with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. 

You also couldn't shake the feeling of Izuku's occasional glances. His curiosity was apparent, but he kept his distance, perhaps uncertain about how to approach you. You kinda wanted to squish his cheeks and shake him a little. Just enough for him to function like a human. 

You watched as Aizawa started calling names, students stepping forward for their turn. As you waited, some of the boys from the class began to drift over, curiosity evident on their faces.

"Hey," said a boy with spiky red hair and sharp teeth. "I'm Eijiro Kirishima. Nice to meet you!" He extended his hand with a wide grin. "Nice to meet you too," you replied, shaking his hand.

‘No sleep and low energy. Also is he a natural red or are those black roots normal?...’

Another boy with messy black hair and a confident smile stepped up next to him. "Yo, I'm Sero Hanata," he introduced himself with a casual wave.

As more boys gathered around, a voice called out, "Hey, wait a minute!" It was Mina, her arms were thrown up in the air, making her pink skin stand out even more in the sun. "We still don't know your name!"

"Yeah," Iida added, adjusting his glasses. "Proper introductions are important."

You felt a bit flustered, realizing you hadn't properly introduced yourself yet. 

"Oh, right! I'm….uhh." 

You didn’t see the problem in being honest about that. I mean, the kids don’t even call the teacher ‘Eraserhead’ unless they wanted to be an ass, that is. But you weren’t sure if they had been informed of your name at least and you didn’t know if you should give them your ‘last name’.

“Uhh?”

“I believe it’s pronounced ‘Uhhh,’” Sero teased with a playful grin.

“Just Uhh is fine,” you responded, trying to hold back a laugh.

"Uhh?" Kirishima repeated with enthusiasm, slamming a fist into his chest. "That's pretty manly!" He puffed out his chest proudly.

"Definitely suits you," Denki added with a nod, a grin on his face.

As the conversation continued, more questions came your way. "So, where are you from, Uhh?" Sero asked, tying his hair into a short ponytail.

"Out of country," you replied, sticking to your cover story. There was an intense heat behind you and you could feel the distrust and annoyance radiating off someone. Turning around, you were met with the kid who was on his phone earlier. 

"What's your quirk?" the ash blonde demanded, his intense gaze fixed on you, leaving little room for evasion.

Before you could answer, another voice cut in. "Hey, don't feel pressured to tell Bakugou," Toru, the invisible girl, chimed in from somewhere nearby, defending you. "He’s always wound tight."

“ I AM NOT !” Bakugou snapped, managing to glare at the invisible girl.

You gave Toru a grateful smile. "Thanks, Toru."

"So, what kind of training did you do out of country?" Kirishima asked, his eyes filled with curiosity.

"Yeah, and who’s your favorite hero?" Mina added, leaning in. 

Before you could respond, Aizawa's voice cut through the field. "New addition," he called, his tone flat and authoritative. Iida waved you over with a brisk motion. "You're up next."

"Saved by the bell," you thought as you stretched and walked over to the grumpy man. He seemed to be squinting a lot in the morning sun, his skin looking even paler than it did inside the building. 'Someone doesn't get out much,' you mused, but quickly snapped back to focus on him.

"What kinda test you need me to do, teach?" you asked, trying to sound both respectful and confident.

Aizawa regarded you with his usual stoic expression. "We'll start with a basic quirk demonstration," he said, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "Show me what you've got."

You took a deep breath, your mind racing through the possible ways to demonstrate your quirk without revealing too much. You decided on a simple yet impactful display. Closing your eyes for a moment, you concentrate on the positive emotions around you—hope, determination, and even the negativity. 

You felt a surge of warmth as you channeled these emotions, your hands beginning to glow with a soft, radiant light.

The students around you watched in awe as the light grew brighter, enveloping you in a shimmering aura. You focused on creating a small, controlled burst of energy, sending a wave of positive emotion outward. The grass beneath your feet rustled as the wave spread, a gentle breeze carrying the warmth and light to those nearby.

Aizawa's eyes narrowed slightly, and he nodded. "Interesting. Now, let's see how you handle a physical challenge. Head over to the track and run a lap without your quirk."

You nodded, the glow fading from your hands as you made your way to the track. The students' murmurs followed you, their curiosity piqued by your display. You took your place at the starting line, muscles tensing in anticipation.

With a burst of speed, you took off, your feet pounding against the ground in a steady rhythm. The wind whipped past your face as you pushed yourself, the world around you blurring. You were good at running from your mental problems, and maybe the police. 

‘I can run as much as I want to. Running is a great way to clear up last night's bad choices.’

Maybe you could convince Tashi to make a cheesecake for dinner. 

As you rounded the final bend and crossed the finish line, you slowed to a jog, breathing smoothly but feeling tingly. The students cheered on, their excitement palpable. They really were a pretty sweet bunch of weirdos. You walked back to Aizawa, your eyes questioning.

"Not bad," Aizawa said, his tone begrudgingly approving. "Next, we'll test your agility. Head over to the obstacle course."

As you were about to walk, Rumi dashed over, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Hey, can I test her on the obstacle course?” she asked, practically bouncing on her heels. Aizawa, who had been observing quietly, nodded. 

A few students exchanged excited glances, their anticipation building. Sero and Kaminari, perched on a low wall, whispered bets on who would come out on top, while Mina giggled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Aizawa’s nod of approval sent a ripple of murmurs through the class, the tension thickening as you prepared to face Rumi on the obstacle course.

“Fine.”

You glanced at Rumi, feeling a mix of apprehension and irritation. You knew that gleam in her eyes wasn’t just for show. “Alright,” you said, trying to keep your tone steady, “but don’t expect me to go easy on you.”

Rumi’s grin widened as she followed you to the obstacle course. The setup was a chaotic maze of hurdles, balance beams, and swinging obstacles, with various items scattered around for added difficulty. The class gathered around, their eyes fixed on the upcoming showdown.

You took your position at the start, while Rumi stood on the sidelines, ready to interact with the course in her own way. “Ready?” you called out, getting into your stance.

The class, drawn in by her enthusiasm, began to gather around, their chatter filling the air. Kirishima pumped his fists, hyping up the impending challenge, while Bakugou leaned against a nearby wall, smirking in amusement at the scene unfolding before him.

With a nod from Rumi, you began, sprinting toward the first hurdle. As you leapt over it, items began flying through the air—foam balls, small weights, and even a few harmless water balloons. You dodged and weaved with precision, the obstacles becoming an intricate dance of evasion. 

The instant you started, the class erupted into cheers, the sound a blend of encouragement and teasing. Foam balls, weights, and water balloons suddenly flew through the air, courtesy of a few eager students who had taken Rumi’s playful suggestion to heart. You dodged and weaved through the barrage, your movements a blur of precision and agility.

Rumi’s voice rang out playfully, encouraging the chaos. “Let’s see what you’ve got!”

As you navigated the course, you saw her preparing to launch a frisbee in your direction. With a quick decision, you grabbed one of the stray frisbees from the ground and hurled it back towards her. The disk  sailed through the air, knocking her frisbee off trajectory. Only for Rumi to intercept it with a powerful swing of a baseball bat she had miraculously produced.

‘This bitch tryin’ to kill me!’

The class watched in awe as Rumi smacked the frisbee back at you with remarkable force. You ducked and dodged, focusing on your strategy. The crowd cheered and laughed, clearly entertained by the spectacle. Kirishima was cheering loudly, while Bakugou looked on with a smirk.

Kirishima's voice cut through the din, cheering you on with a hearty shout of, "You’ve got this!" 

Nearby, Uraraka clapped her hands over her mouth, half in awe and half in disbelief at the spectacle. Iida, ever the stickler for rules, looked torn between enjoyment and concern, his eyes flicking between you and Aizawa.

Determined to outmaneuver Rumi, you decided to up the ante. 

Concentrating, you summoned a controlled energy blast, aiming for the baseball bat as Rumi swung it expertly. But Rumi was a blur of motion, never stopping her rhythmic movements. You shifted your target to the ground beneath her, intending to unbalance her.

“That’s enough!”

Just as you were about to release the blast, Aizawa’s commanding voice cut through the chaos, snapping everyone’s attention back to him. The energy dissipated in an instant, leaving you with a mixture of relief and frustration. The students, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, quickly quieted, their excitement dimming as they awaited Aizawa’s judgment.

You froze, your hand still extended, energy crackling at your fingertips. The blast fizzled out, and you looked down to see the ground you had targeted now a small crater. Your hands trembled slightly as you took in the sudden silence.

Rumi’s demeanor changed in an instant, her usual playful grin replaced by a more serious expression. She stepped back, nodding at you with genuine respect before offering a subtle wink, one that only you caught. The gesture, though small, ignited a flicker of irritation in you, a reminder of her relentless competitiveness that made you want to kick her in her cottontail.

Aizawa’s red eyes bore into you, his stern gaze a reminder of his authority. The class was silent, their earlier excitement giving way to nervous anticipation.

Rumi stepped back, her playful grin replaced with a more respectful expression. “Good job,” she said, her tone now serious. “You’re definitely a worthy opponent.” 

You took a deep breath, nodding at her. “Thanks. I guess.”

Aizawa approached, his expression unreadable. “You’re done for now. Next time, be more controlled.” His hair drops to his shoulders again and he grumbles before pulling out some eye drops. 

“You first.”

“ooooooooooo!”

Your mouth is always writing checks you don’t wanna cash. 

Aizawa's stern eyes locked onto you again, the classroom fell into a tense silence. His gaze was unyielding, and it was clear he was far from pleased with how things had escalated. 

“You’ve shown impressive skill, but you need to control your temper better,” he said, his voice cold and precise. “For now, you’ll be serving lunch detention.”

A murmur of surprise and disappointment rippled through the class. Rumi raised an eyebrow but said nothing while Taishiro, who had been observing from the bleachers, gave you a sympathetic look.

“Hey now, I was the one who wanted to test her.”

“Miriko, since you’re so keen to stick up for our new student, you can oversee her detention,” Aizawa said, his tone tired and adamant to get rid of you. 

Rumi’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. “Sounds good to me! I’ll make sure to keep things educational.” She gave him a mocking salute and you wanted to melt right into the grass. 

Aizawa gave a curt nod and left down the trackway. The field, previously tense, now seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as Rumi took charge.

“So, detention it is!” Rumi said cheerfully, walking over to you with a warm smile. 

You sighed, your shoulders slumping slightly. “Got it,” you replied, trying to hide your frustration. You glanced around at the curious eyes of your classmates before following Aizawa to the side, where he filled out a detention slip.

As the class resumed their activities, Rumi approached you. You turned to her, curiosity getting the better of you. "Rumi! Why did you do that? I mean, you know I’m trying to lay low." You huffed and threw some weeds at her. 

Rumi waved them away and flashed you a mischievous grin. "So we can chat during lunch and it doesn’t look weird! Plus, it’s a great way to swap info without raising any eyebrows."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “You always have a trick up your sleeve.”

She winked at you and gave you a playful nudge. “Just doing my job.”

She dismissed you back to the group as Aizawa began detailing what everyone needed to improve. Denki and Kirishima exchanged glances before approaching you, their expressions a mix of sympathy and admiration.

"Man, it's a bummer you got lunch detention," Denki said, scratching the back of his head. "I thought you did really cool out there."

"Yeah, seriously," Kirishima added, giving you a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "You were awesome. Don't let it get you down."

You offered them a small smile, appreciating their support. The girls soon joined in, their faces reflecting genuine concern.

"It's such a shame you can't eat lunch with us today," Momo said, her brow furrowed. "Aizawa-sensei can be strict, but he's probably just being protective of Mirko-san because of her leg."

"Yeah, he's tough on attitudes," Jirou added, crossing her arms. "But you know he's just looking out for everyone."

You nodded, shaking off the annoyance, "Thanks, guys. I'll be fine."

With that, you headed toward Rumi's office, the hallway echoing with the distant sounds of your classmates chattering. You leaned against the wall, waiting for her to return and unlock the door so you could retrieve your bag. The minutes stretched on, and you found yourself lost in thought.

Ochako and Mina approached, their steps light and filled with concern. "Hey, you okay?" Ochako asked, her eyes scanning your face for any signs of distress.

"Yeah," you replied, giving her a reassuring smile. "My bag's inside. I'll catch up with you guys later."

"Alright," Mina said, her tone cheerful despite the situation. "But let's swap numbers after school, okay?"

You nodded, waving them off as they left. The hallways gradually emptied, leaving you in a peaceful silence. Moments later, the sound of footsteps approached, and you perked up, expecting Rumi.

‘Only.. that’s not her aura and definitely not her firm bouncy steps.’

Instead, Aizawa appeared, keys in hand. Startled, you instinctively grabbed your shoe and lobbed it at him. 

He caught it—with his forehead.

"Ow," he muttered, rubbing his brow. A nasty glare was thrown towards your direction. You rushed forward, your face flushed with embarrassment. 

"I'm so sorry! But... why are you in the girls' locker room?"

He sighed, closing his eyes momentarily. "Mirko and Fatgum went to lunch, so I have to lock up. I thought you left with the girls. Sorry for not calling out to make sure everyone was out." Aizawa turned to leave but paused to address you. "You need to hurry and change to get to lunch."

"My bag is in Mirko-san's office," you explained, feeling a bit sheepish.

"I was waiting for her to unlock it."

He sighed again, this time with a hint of exasperation, and tossed you the keys. "Be quick."

You caught the keys with one hand and hurried to Mirko's office. You fumbled with the lock, your frustration growing as the door refused to open. This used to be one of the reasons you always had a roommate- you sucked at opening doors traditionally. 

If Jason was chasing you, you’d be better off breaking a window than trying to jiggle the lock. Frustrated, you padded back out to the gym, where Aizawa was sitting on the bleachers, his expression unreadable.

You stopped far enough to watch him without his notice. Aizawa’s aura was bleeding into a dark gray and you could smell the norepinephrine he was trying to mask. 

‘Is he clinically depressed or just always like this?’

"Um, Teach?" you called out, feeling a bit awkward. "I can't get the door open. Can you help?"

Aizawa’s head snapped up as he turned to look at you, a mixture of defeat and resignation in his eyes, and got up to assist. "Come on, let's get this sorted."

Together, you managed to unlock the door, (he pushed and you kicked) and you quickly grabbed your bag, thanking Aizawa profusely. He quickly left again so you could dress and you wasted no time. 

Running through the gym, you caught one last look at him as he unrolled that yellow sleeping bag. 

You couldn't help but reflect on the unexpected encounter, grateful for the begrudging help from your strict ‘teacher’ .

As you walk to the cafeteria, the lively hum of student chatter grows louder, mingling with the clatter of trays and the occasional burst of laughter. You grab a tray and start moving down the line, your eyes scanning the array of food options. The comforting smell of freshly baked bread and the enticing aroma of warm soup fills the air. 

As you move to the salad bar, you catch sight of Rumi and Taishiro waving you over from a table reserved for the teachers. A smile spreads across your face as you wave back. Glancing over to the section where your classmates are seated, you notice the girls waving enthusiastically, their faces lighting up as they spot you. You wave back at them too, feeling a warm sense of fondness.

Turning around, you suddenly bump into someone, the collision jostling your tray. 

"Oh, I'm sorry!" you exclaim, instinctively offering a helping hand to the mop of green hair in front of you.

"Thanks, please don't worry about it!" comes the polite reply, and you realize you're face-to-face with Izuku Midoriya. Your heart skips a beat as you recognize him, and he notices your recognition. 

'Shit ,' you think, trying to keep your expression neutral. Izuku rubs his elbow awkwardly, his cheeks flushing a faint pink. 

"Oh, uh," he stammers, looking around nervously before leaning in to whisper, 

"Do you have a moment to talk?"

You glance around, aware of the curious eyes of nearby students. "Can we talk after class?" you suggest, hoping to defuse the awkwardness.

He nods quickly, relief washing over his features as he hears some friends calling him. "Okay, see you then," he mumbles, picking up his tray and heading towards a table where his friends are seated, their animated conversation continuing as he joins them.

With a sigh, you continue through the lunch line, picking out your meal. You exchange pleasantries with the sweet lunch ladies, one of whom insists you take a piece of fruit. "Here, dear, take an apple. You need your vitamins," she says with a kind smile, placing the shiny fruit on your tray.

"Thank you," you reply warmly, appreciating their kindness. Balancing your tray, you make your way towards Rumi and Taishiro's table. The cafeteria is loud with activity. At one table, Bakugo is gesturing wildly, probably in the middle of an intense discussion, while Kirishima laughs heartily, slapping his knee. 

At another, Todoroki is quietly eating, occasionally nodding at something Iida is saying, his hand slicing through the air in an animated gesture as Tsu gesture for him to sit down. 

As you approach the teachers' table, you see Rumi and Taishiro deep in conversation, their expressions relaxed. Taishiro looks up and grins widely as he sees you. "Hey there, Sunshine! Over here!"

Rumi gives you a friendly wave, her eyes twinkling. "Come on, miss bad girl!  We've saved you a spot." 

You roll your eyes and smile walking over, placing your tray on the table and taking a seat. The noise of the cafeteria fades slightly as you settle in, the warmth of their company making you feel at ease. 

Taishi pulled out a bag of chips, setting it down on the small table between you. “I thought I’d drop by and make sure you’re not suffering too much,” he said with a grin. “Plus, it was on sale from the train station.”

You passed him the lunch lady apple while Rumi started distributing the food from her lunch box—sandwiches, fruit cups, and some snacks. You knew better than to note the lack of carrots. 

“I brought the usual,” Rumi said, handing you a leafy turkey sandwich. “Nothing fancy, but it should help build those big hero muscles.” You snickered, catching her impeccable side eye as you slid her your miso soup. 

“Thanks mommy,” you said, taking the sandwich. “It looks great!” 

As you ate, the conversation between you, Rumi, and Taishiro was light and engaging. Taishiro asked about your impressions of homeroom and how you were finding the students, while Rumi chimed in with humorous anecdotes about the dangers of American highschool lunch.

“So, how’s your first day been, really?” Taishiro asked between bites. “Aside from the unexpected detention, of course.”

You can already sense that Rumi has filled Taishiro in on your earlier conversation in her office. Taishiro’s knowing look and gentle smile confirm it. You take a deep breath, ready to share the latest turn of events.

"So, something else happened after our talk," you begin, glancing at Rumi, who nods encouragingly.

"What now?" Taishiro asks, leaning forward with interest, his large frame making the table seem smaller.

You recount the incident in the locker room with Aizawa. "After everyone left, I was waiting by Rumi's office to get my bag. I thought she'd come back to unlock it, but instead, Aizawa showed up."

Rumi's ears perk up, a curious glint in her eye. "Oh, what did he do?"

You can't help but chuckle, remembering the absurdity of the situation. "Well, I didn't realize it was him at first. I panicked and threw my shoe at him." Taishiro bursts into laughter, nearly spilling his drink. "You threw your shoe at Aizawa? That's priceless!"

"Yeah, and he caught it—with his face," you add, shaking your head at the memory. "I felt terrible and rushed to apologize. But then I realized... what was he doing in the girls' locker room?"

Rumi snickers, and Taishiro tries to contain his laughter. "I bet he had a good reason," Taishiro says, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.

"He did," you confirm. "He explained that you guys went to lunch, so he had to lock up. He thought everyone had left and apologized for not checking first. Then he told me to hurry and change for lunch."

"And did you?" Rumi asks, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Not quite. My bag was in your office, and I couldn't open the door. I had to go back out and ask him for help." You pick out the tomatoes in your salad and give them over to Taishi before swiping some dango. “Shoot, forgot about that,” Rumi shakes her head, "Did he help you?"

"He did. He sighed, threw me the keys, and when I couldn't manage it, he helped me open the door."

“Well we all know you can’t open one to save your life.”

“ Hey! ”

Taishiro nods approvingly. "Well, at least you got your bag in the end."

"Yeah, and now I'm here," you say, finishing your story. "Oh, and Mina asked about Nemuri."

You weren’t sure if mentioning the guy's aura now would be good. I mean– no one really seemed surprised with his antics. So, maybe it was just him? But something in the pit of your stomach didn’t believe that. 

Rumi raised an eyebrow. "The pink girl, huh? What did she want to know?" She’s drinking the fruit cups like a jello shot as you shoot her a displeased look before she runs her tongue over her teeth. You sigh realizing that she’s just trying to tease you before poking her with a straw. 

"She was curious about her condition," you reply. "I think Mina looks up to her. She wanted to know more about Nemuri's health status."

Taishiro leans back, considering this. "Nemuri's got a lot of students asking for her. Maybe we can arrange for Mina to have a visit with her sometime?" He looks up from his squid salad and orange drink. Rumi nods in agreement. "That sounds like a great idea. I'll talk to Mimi’s nurse about it."

"Actually, there's something else," you begin, setting your fork down. "I bumped into Izuku Midoriya in the cafeteria earlier."

Rumi raises an eyebrow, and Taishiro looks up from his meal. "Midoriya? What happened?" Taishiro asks, his interest piqued.

"He seemed really flustered and asked if we could talk later. He looked... I don't know, like he was hiding something. And it's not just him," you continue, your voice lowering as you glance around the bustling cafeteria. "A lot of the kids from Class 2-A seem really tired or like they're sad but trying to hide it."

Rumi takes a bite of her sandwich, chewing thoughtfully before responding. "Kids will be kids. They're probably just fooling around or staying up too late playing video games."

Taishiro, however, seems more concerned. He gestures subtly towards Kirishima, who is sitting a few tables away, now picking at his food with a distant look in his eyes. "See Kirishima over there? I mentor him. He's been acting strange lately, not his usual energetic self." He set down his chips and frowns at the sight. 

You nod, appreciating Taishiro's insight. "I think it's more than just fooling around, Rumi. It feels like signs of trauma. They might be dealing with something serious." You pick the crusts off your bread and stuff them in your mouth before Rumi can scold you on wasting food. 

Rumi glances around, her skeptical demeanor shifting to one of concern. "You really think so?"

"Yeah," you reply, your voice steady. "The energy in that classroom is way too heavy. I've felt it before. The way they're trying to keep it all inside... it's not healthy." You tear bits of your sandwich off in an attempt to keep your uniform clean. 

Taishiro sets down his utensils and nods, his expression serious. "We should discuss this further. Let's head to the teachers' lounge." 

You clean up your area ( mama didn’t raise no messy bitch! ) and the three of you slipped out with time to spare before the bell would ring. A few long hallways and some cursing from Rumi later, you made it to the coffee scented door.

As you step into the teachers' lounge, the atmosphere is markedly different from the bustling cafeteria. It's a haven of relative calm, with comfortable chairs, soft lighting, and a few potted plants scattered around. The walls are adorned with various decorations and personal touches that reflect the individuality of each teacher.

Near the entrance, you immediately notice Nemuri’s space. Her corner is unmistakably hers, with a case for her red rimmed glasses, and a small collection of scented candles and essential oils that lend a subtle, calming fragrance to the area. A few provocative magazines and history books are neatly stacked on a side table, along with a plush, velvet armchair in deep purple. Heat rises inside your throat immediately, and you decide to give it a good dusting when you can. 

A few steps away, All Might’s space is easy to spot. A large mousepad of his iconic pose, arm raised in triumph, dominates the mouse. His area is tidy and minimalist, with a sturdy chair and a simple desk, but it radiates his larger-than-life presence. A small collection of memorabilia, including photos with students and other heroes, sits on the cubical wall.

Nearby, you see a corner that undoubtedly belongs to the music teacher, Present Mic. The walls are covered with band posters and music notes, and a set of headphones hangs on the back of his chair. A small stack of vinyl records and a portable record player are on the desk, along with a few microphones and a collection of colorful markers for his lesson plans.

Finally, you spot an area with cat-themed decorations, and you can't help but smile. It must belong to a pro with a related quirk. There are various kitty figurines, a cozy-looking throw blanket with paw prints, and a framed photo of someone’s beloved tuxedo cat. The desk is cluttered but organized in its own way, with graded papers and files neatly stacked. A few cups of coffee were scattered behind the monitor, some finished, other’s with a familiar brown ring. 

You take a seat in the cat-themed corner, feeling a bit more at ease surrounded by the playful decorations. Taishiro grabs All Might’s chair and sits across from you, his large frame making the seat look almost comically small, while Rumi leans against the table, her legs elegantly crossed and a thoughtful expression on her face.

Taishiro begins, his voice serious. "I think some of the students are suffering from PTSD from the hero war. It's been weighing on them, and it's starting to show." You flashed back to that interview that landed you in hot water with your agency. 

Telling the world that you were disappointed in Japan’s top school for heroes in training was not the best look for someone offering to teach there as a promise to an old friend. 

You nod, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I know Principal Nezu was trying to find some counselors for the students who helped the pro heroes during the war. It's a lot for them to handle on their own." 

Rumi’s expression softens as she recalls, "I met this kid–Bakugou– not long ago. I remember hearing about how his heart exploded on the field. And then there's Endeavor's son—those kids have been through so much."

You almost drop your juice box, your eyes widening in shock. "Todoroki?!" you exclaim, before Rumi quickly shushes you, her eyes darting to the door to make sure no one outside overheard.

She lowers her voice, her expression serious. "Yes, the little peppermint one. But let's keep it down, okay? There's a lot more to that story, and it's not something we should be spreading around."

You nod, trying to process the information. Taishiro adds that he overheard that Recovery Girl was considering retirement after this year. 

“She can’t heal what’s wrong with their brains. SO many kids have been sent to her office having panic attacks or for falling asleep in class because they can’t do it at night.” 

You lean forward, your expression earnest. "We need to make sure they get the support they need. Talking to Principal Nezu and the other teachers will be crucial."

Rumi nods in agreement, her usual playful demeanor replaced by a determined seriousness. "And we need to be there for them, none of that ‘I’m fine’ bullshit. I’m all for having thick skin but these kids were barely out of middle school when this happened."

Taishiro pipes up, his voice filled with warmth and concern. "Sunshine, I love how much you wanna help these kids. But you're forgetting one thing." His eyes are warm, but there’s a sadness that betrays them. 

You look at him, puzzled. "What's that?"

He sighs, his shoulders slumping a little. "These kids won't even talk about what happened." His gaze drops to the floor, clearly upset. 

"Kirishima is one of the most dependable, upbeat people I've known. He stands his ground and gives everything his all. I had to send him home early the other day because he could barely keep his eyes open while we were patrolling." He flicks a piece of paper at the floor in frustration. 

Rumi frowns, her foot tapping rapidly against the floor. "What are we gonna do then? We can't beat it out of the little brats, and knowing the toxic side of hero culture, they probably think they have to carry this burden." She hopped up on the desk now, her garnet eyes burning. 

You suck your juice box dry, the sound of the last bit of juice being drawn up echoing softly. You look at the label in your hand, thinking. 

"Knowing some of the teachers and accounting their home lives…damn. I knew this would be complicated, but I really can't walk away from this right now." Your eyes drift over to Nemuri's desk before you stare up at the ceiling. 

"She really wants me to help these kids."

Taishiro follows your gaze and nudges your foot with his, offering a small, encouraging smile. "Did she have her own homeroom?"

You shake your head. "Nah, she was an elective teacher. But they were her favorite based on personality alone." You sigh, loosening your uniform tie and unbuttoning your shirt a bit, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on you.

Rumi stops her tapping and looks over at you, concern evident in her eyes. "How are you holding up?"

You stop stastaring at the ceiling to meet her gaze, then glance back at Taishiro before looking up again. "I—"

The door to the lounge swings open, and Aizawa and Present Mic walk in. Mic is enthusiastically discussing starting a podcast with the students, his animated gestures and booming voice filling the room. 

You’d never been so happy to hear that loud mouth. 

Aizawa, on the other hand, looks like he wants to escape the cacophony. His tired eyes scan the room briefly, giving a nod to Rumi and Taishiro before zeroing in on you. He stops in his tracks, his gaze unwavering.

Mic notices Aizawa's sudden halt and looks over his shoulder. Spotting you, he breaks into a wide smile and waves energetically. "Hey there!"

You giggle and offer him a big smile and wave back, trying to ignore the growing tension in the room. When you glance back at Aizawa, he's still standing there, not saying anything. You wave at him, and he slightly quirks an eyebrow before looking at the desk behind you.

Rumi is the first to break the silence, her tone teasing. "Cat got your tongue?" 

Aizawa's eyes narrow slightly. "My desk." 

Mic elbows him with a look and Taishiro tries to break the tension with a lighthearted joke. "Well, they do say cats like cozy spots!"

Mic chimes in, his voice a bit more subdued. "Hey, I remember seeing you in the hallways before homeroom. Nice to see you again!" You wanna respond to the literal surround sound but you’re too busy staring down banana man. 

Aizawa remarks dryly, "You're in my chair."

Mic shakes his head, chuckling. "Ease up, Aizawa. She probably didn't know."

You stand up quickly, your movement abrupt as you bump your hip against the edge of the desk. "Excuse me, I wasn’t aware." You try to play it off but that freaking desk hit that really soft spot in your hip that made you wanna take a knee. 

‘Motherfuc-’

Aizawa sighs, rubbing his red, swollen eyes. "It's fine, you didn't know." He walks over to the coffee machine, picking up a mug. As he fills it, he hands Rumi the same keys from earlier.

"So why did you bring my new problem child to the lounge?" he asks, taking a sip from his mug.

Present Mic has moved to his corner, setting up his record player, the soft hum of vinyl filling the room.

Taishiro clears his throat, about to speak when you give him a subtle signal not to. He looks confused but nods along. Rumi quickly covers for him, her tone casual and light. "Oh, nothing major. Just discussing some classroom management strategies. We don't think ‘Tempest’ here has any issues with temper, just a very eager student, that's all."

Mic's curiosity is piqued. "What happened?" he asks, leaning forward slightly.

Taishiro jumps in, grateful for the distraction. "Oh, we were just talking about the test earlier. You should've seen the energy blasts Sunshine was dishing out. Impressive stuff."

Mic's eyes light up with interest. "Really? That sounds awesome! I'd love to see that in action sometime."

‘Awe, okay his aura is literally joy and concern. Maybe he’s a teacher I could talk to about the kids. Isn’t he the language arts teacher? If anyone could give me some insight on how to communicate with them, he’s probably the best bet.’

Aizawa looks at you with a mix of skepticism and curiosity. "Really ? "

You nod, trying to keep your expression neutral. "Yeah, just excited about the training." You hoped you sounded more convincing than you looked but it was pretty easy to keep up the new kid act so far. 

Rumi grins, trying to steer the conversation into safer waters. "Yep, ‘Tempest’ here is a powerhouse. No doubt about it."

Okay now she was just trying to keep you flustered!

Taishiro chuckles, giving you a reassuring pat on the back. "That's right. Our very own ball of energy." You throw him side eye for that dad joke and Taishi just cheeses at you before shrugging. Rumi looks over at him like she’s going to die if she has to listen to another lame pun. 

The interaction painfully continues causing you to feel a mix of relief and anxiety. You managed to divert Aizawa's attention for now, but the underlying issues still need to be addressed. For now, though, you're grateful for the support of Rumi and Taishiro.

Mic shifts his attention back to his record player, fiddling with the settings as the soft hum of music fills the room again. Aizawa takes another sip of his coffee, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before he turns his attention back to his paperwork.

You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the situation. 

As the conversation winds down, a crackling sound from Nezu’s intercom interrupts the room's calm. “Rumi Usagiyama and Taishiro Toyomitsu, please report to Principal Nezu’s office.”

Rumi perks up at the announcement, her ears twitching slightly. “Well, looks like that’s our cue.” She glances at Taishiro, who’s already pushing himself up from his seat with a soft grunt.

“Guess we better not keep the boss waiting,” Taishiro adds, giving you a reassuring smile as he adjusts his scarf. “You coming?”

Just as you nod, the bell for lunch rings out, signaling the end of the morning classes. The timing couldn't be more convenient. Rumi grins and gestures for you to follow them. “C’mon, we’ll walk you out. Lunch is the perfect excuse to escape whatever paperwork Aizawa has planned for you.”

You can't help but chuckle at that, grateful for the company as the three of you head out of the room. The hallways are bustling with students heading toward the cafeteria, their chatter filling the air. As you part ways with Rumi and Taishi, you give them a quick wave. 

“Thanks for walking me out.”

“Anytime,” Rumi says with a wink. “Catch you later, yeah?”

‘Yeah, as if we don’t live together.’

“Stay outta trouble!” Taishiro adds, his deep voice carrying a playful tone as they both head toward the principal’s office.

You turn to head toward your classroom, but the labyrinthine hallways of U.A. start to confuse you. You take a few turns, trying to remember the route, but end up in a quiet corridor, far from where you intended to be. 

Sighing, you glance around for any sign of familiar territory, only to bump into something solid—or rather, someone.

Aizawa’s coffee cup tilts precariously in his hand as you collide with him, the dark liquid sloshing over the rim and onto the floor. You freeze, eyes widening in horror. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!”

Quickly, you fumble in your pockets and pull out a handful of tissues, offering them to him with an apologetic look. Aizawa glances at the tissues, then at you, before taking them without a word. “Thank you,” he mutters, his voice as monotone as ever.

“No prob, Bob,” you reply with a nervous grin, hoping to lighten the mood.

Aizawa’s brow furrows slightly at the nickname, but he lets it slide. “What are you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be heading back to class?”

“Uh, yeah, about that… I kinda got lost,” you admit, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly. “This place is like a maze.”

Aizawa sighs, his gaze softening just a fraction as he looks you over. “Why don’t you have a student profile yet? And who’s your assigned buddy?”

You shuffle your feet, feeling a bit on the spot. “I don’t have one yet. And, um, about the buddy thing… Could I maybe be paired with Mina and Izuku? They seemed really kind.”

He raises an eyebrow, clearly curious about your choice. “Why them?”

“They were just… nice to me,” you say, trying to find the right words. “Mina’s really friendly, and Izuku seems like he’d help out anyone who needed it.”

Aizawa considers this for a moment, then nods. “Fine. I’ll make the arrangements. But remember, you need to familiarize yourself with the school layout. Getting lost isn’t an excuse I’ll accept more than once.”

You nod quickly, relieved. “Understood.”

As you both start walking toward your classroom, Aizawa explains in his usual deadpan tone, “I gave you the lunch detention so you could understand that while enthusiasm for your studies is good, you need to be aware of your surroundings and targets. I knew you’d probably feel bad if you hurt Ugasi-san, and that could have led to… complications.”

His words linger in the air, and you glance at him, a bit taken aback by his concern. “You care a lot for a guy who looks like he’s ready to keel over.”

Aizawa snorts softly, a rare hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. “You would too, once you get to know the rest of your class.”

A small smile tugs at your lips as you muster the courage to ask, “Can I ask you something?”

He nods, his attention shifting to you. “Go ahead.”

“Why are you so monotone all the time?”

Aizawa looks slightly taken aback by the question but recovers quickly. “Am I? I never noticed. Well, I guess when you repeat the same shit over and over again, you—” He cuts himself off with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Sorry for cursing. In all fairness, I expected you to talk more, that’s all.”

“Why’d you expect that?” you ask, genuinely curious. You cross your arms and the jingle of your adornments falls deaf to your ears. 

He raises an eyebrow before his eyes drift down to your outfit. You’re in the U.A. uniform, but with a twist—comic book onomatopoeia thigh-highs, doodled-on Converse, a tie swapped out for one in your favorite color, rings and bracelets adorning both arms, and a collection of earrings and necklaces, each holding special meaning.

Aizawa’s gaze lingers on the accessories before returning to your face. “What’s wrong with the way I dress?” you ask, half-defensive, half-joking.

“Nothing,” he replies, though his tone implies otherwise. “Just… not what I expected from a new student.”

You chuckle, shrugging it off. “Guess I’m full of surprises.”

Aizawa merely hums in response, leading you the rest of the way to your classroom in silence. As you reach the door, he pauses, giving you one last, almost unreadable look. 

“Don’t get lost again,” he says, the sternness in his voice softened just a bit by the faintest hint of concern.

You nod, giving him a small smile before stepping into the classroom. “Got it. Thanks.”

As you step into the classroom, the lively chatter of students fills the air, but the moment you appear, it abruptly stops. Mina and the girls are the first to rush over, their faces a mix of concern and curiosity.

 "What happened?" Mina asks, her voice tinged with worry. Denki and Kirishima aren't far behind, both of them looking equally anxious.

"Yeah, you disappeared at lunch! We thought you got expelled already!" Denki adds, his tone half-joking, half-serious.

You huff, rolling your eyes at the thought. "Chill, guys. I'm not going anywhere," you reply, trying to ease their nerves. But even as you say it, you take a moment to survey the room, your senses honing in on the various auras and energy wavelengths surrounding you.

Mina's energy is vibrant, full of concern but also that ever-present spark of curiosity. She’s eager to know what’s happened but is holding herself back from pressing too hard. Kirishima’s aura is solid and steady, his concern for your well-being mixing with a strong desire to take a fat nap. Denki’s energy is a bit more scattered, a whirl of curiosity and nervousness, likely worrying about whether he could’ve done something to help.

‘Jesus these kids and their teacher need to get some sleep.’

As you let your senses expand further, you pick up on the rest of the class. Some are still buzzing from lunch, their energies tinged with the lightness of camaraderie and laughter. Others seem more subdued, perhaps burdened by the weight of the day's lessons or their own personal thoughts. A few are more withdrawn, their wavelengths hinting at anxiety or exhaustion…

‘And sadness…’

Overall, the class’s energy is a complex mix—some students are thriving in the environment, their auras bright and strong, while others are struggling, their energy dulled or jagged with stress. It’s a lot to take in at once, but you’ve grown accustomed to the ebb and flow of emotions. 

"You guys worry too much," you finally say, focusing back on your friends. "But I appreciate it. Really."

Mina gives you a relieved smile, and Denki grins, clearly reassured. "So, what did happen?" he asks, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"Nothing too serious," you reply, brushing it off. "Just had a little chat with the teachers. They wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to accidentally blow up the school or something."

Kirishima laughs, giving you a playful nudge. "If it came down to anyone blowing up the school, my money’s on Bakugou."

Before you can respond, a small eraser sails through the air, striking Kirishima on the forehead with a soft thud. Bakugou, scowling, growls, "Shut it, shitty hair!"

Kirishima rubs his forehead, laughing it off as the class erupts in a mix of laughter and gasps. But before the noise can get out of hand, Iida stands up, his arms chopping through the air in his usual over-the-top manner. "Bakugou! Such behavior is unbecoming of a student at U.A. High! Throwing objects and using foul language—"

"Shove it, Glasses!" Bakugou snaps back, rolling his eyes as he leans back in his chair, clearly not in the mood for one of Iida's lectures.

The tension in the room spikes as Iida looks like he’s about to continue his tirade. You can sense the different energies clashing, the room on the verge of slipping into full chaos. While everyone is distracted by the exchange, you focus inwardly, allowing a gentle wave of calming energy to emanate from your aura. It ripples through the room like a soothing breeze, subtly cooling the heated tempers and easing the building tension.

The effect is almost immediate. Iida’s rigid posture relaxes just a fraction, his hands lowering as he sits back down, muttering something under his breath about maintaining order. Bakugou lets out a huff, but his scowl softens, and he crosses his arms without further comment.

Amidst the newly calm atmosphere, you catch Izuku watching you, his green eyes curious and perhaps a bit intrigued. You wiggle your fingers at him in a playful wave, and he offers you a small, shy smile in return.

Before anything else can happen, Aizawa reenters the classroom, a new mug of coffee in hand. He casts a quick glance around, clearly noting the sudden peace but saying nothing about it. Instead, he moves to the front of the room, and everyone quickly takes their seats, preparing for the lesson.

Just as the lesson is about to begin, Izuku quietly slides his notebook across the desk to you. Curiosity piqued, you open it to find a page filled with notes and sketches, all centered around a mysterious "mall lady" and a Pro Hero named ChargeBomb. 

‘I knew he knew!’

Some of the information is missing, and you can tell he’s still piecing together the details, but the sketches of you in action are surprisingly accurate.

A smile tugs at your lips as you admire the drawings. Reaching into your purse, you pull out a sticky note and pen, scribbling a quick, playful response before sliding it back to him. But just as it’s about to reach Izuku, a familiar capture weapon snakes out, intercepting the note mid-slide.

'Shit!'

Aizawa’s scarf pulls the note towards him, and he raises an eyebrow as he reads what you wrote. His expression remains impassive, but you can tell he’s amused by the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. He looks at you and then at Izuku, clearly unimpressed but too tired to make a big deal out of it.

“See me after class,” he says, his deep voice as monotone as ever, though the note in his hand crumples slightly as he tosses it into the trash.

The class quiets down, and Izuku shoots you an apologetic look, but you just give him a small shrug, silently promising to continue the conversation later. The lesson begins, and you can’t help the feeling of excitement at what the rest of the day might bring.

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“Psst, new girl.”

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