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cosplaying-memester · 2 years ago

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The Lemon and the Grape: Chapter 1

Here in this story, we follow Mineta Minoru on the way back to the dorms after a hangout. On his way back, he encounters a creature with a lemon for a head. How will things play out? Read this to find out!

(Mineta haters, do not read! This isn’t a hatefic.)

It was a quiet, but foggy night in Musutafu, Japan. Most people were in their homes by now, either watching TV, hanging out with their friends or lovers, or sleeping the night away. And most would avoid walking around at this time, especially with fog around and are alone.

Unfortunately, there was one person who was doing exactly that: Mineta Minoru.

Mineta is the short, purple haired, perverted student at the hero school known as U.A High, residing in Class-1A. Due to his lecherous behavior towards women, he wasn't very popular. However, he didn't mind it all that much. Sure it would be nice to be popular with hot chicks, but at least he had his best friend, Denki.

And speaking of the Pikachu boy, Mineta had a hangout with him not too long ago, along with Midoriya, Shoji, Tsuyu, and Jiro. Though, Jiro only went for two reasons: 1. Denki invited her. And 2. To keep both him and Mineta in line with Tsu.

Unsurprisingly, the two perverts spotted some girls that wore rather revealing clothing and and attempted to interact with them, but the music and frog girls kept them at bay, much to their dismay. Apart from those few incidents, the two, Mineta especially, didn't try anything else. The two girls kept their guards up just in case, but they all had fun hanging out.

Midoriya, Shoji, and the girls ended up leaving a bit early due to their phones alerting them of some slight fog rolling in soon. Denki and Minoru, however, hung out a bit more before deciding to leave. Denki was originally gonna walk back to the dorms with his buddy, but he insisted on walking alone as he wanted to enjoy the scenery on the way back.

Kaminari was hesitant about it, but the grape boy insisted that he'll be fine and said he'll use his quirk if he needs to. He still didn't like the idea of the short boy walking around on this foggy night alone, but accepted it anyways. The two then went their seperate ways, leading up to the present time.

Mineta looked around his surroundings, seeing how spooky everything looked now with all the fog everywhere. At first, he thought the scenery would be relaxing to look at on the way to the dorms. But now, everything just looked spooky. He thought the alert said there would only be SLIGHT fog in the area?

"Damn weather app..." He grumbled, a bit upset that the weather app had lied to him. He was starting to regret not letting his best friend accompany him.

"Next time, I'm not gonna insist on walking alone on foggy nights." He noted to himself as he continued to walk. Suddenly, he heard the sound of grass crunching nearby, startling him to a stop and quickly look in the direction of where he heard it.

'Wh-What was that?!' He thought, a bit scared. He stood there for a few seconds to listen for if anyone else was nearby. When he was met with silence, he slowly resumed his stroll, but looked around every few minutes.

"M-Maybe that was just me hearing things..." He said to himself, hoping that his mind was just playing tricks on him. Being followed was the last thing he wanted right now.

Unfortunately for him, he heard some more nearby footsteps, a bit closer this time, making him stop again and look in the direction where he heard it. His heart was pounding now. More so, when he heard them again.

"Ok, nope, it's not my mind fucking with me! If that isn't it, then ma-maybe it's just an animal?" Yeah… Yeah! That had to be it! The footsteps belong to an animal passing by, that's all, nothing to be afraid of. … Oh, who was he fooling? The crunches were too heavy sounding to be an animal!

He started to speed walk now, not wanting to stick around any longer, looking around every few seconds to make sure no one was following him. However, he stopped when he realized something: He was a hero in training! He shouldn't be running away from the creep following him. Instead, he should defeat them. It's what Midoriya would've done in this situation. Plus, there's a chance he'll be popular with the girls if he takes this villain out!

He heard the footsteps for the fourth time, but they were much closer than before now. Still feeling scared, but now determined, he popped off one of his balls and turned around.

"H-Hey! Whoever's following me, you better sh-show yourself now! I-I'm a hero, and I'm not a-afraid of you!" He exclaimed in an attempt to sound brave. Unfortunately, his stuttering wasn't helping the brave face he was putting on.

"Are you sure you're not afraid, little grape? You stuttered a few times just now."

Mineta froze when he suddenly heard someone speak up behind him. The voice sounded normal, but it had a slight echo to it.

He didn't know why, but he suddenly had a dreadful feeling about whoever was behind him. He didn't want to turn around and wanted to run away instead. But… he needed to be brave! As a hero, he needed to stop being a coward.

So, gulping down his dread, he slowly turned around to face his assumed follower.

He wished he hadn't.

There, standing a few feet away, was a creature he had never seen before. The creature had a black body with pinkish purple scribbles, stubs for his hands and feet, a neck that was the same color as the scribbles, and a lemon for a head. However, that wasn't what horrified Mineta. No, it was the creature's face that scared him.

The thing's face consisted of huge, light pink eyes with enlarged pupils, light pink teeth, and a big, open grin. The under part of his eyes and his teeth were soaked in dried blood, which disturbed him the most as he could already tell why this monster's teeth was soaked in it.

The grape boy stood there, frozen, eyes wide in fear at the unsettling sight before him, the ball in his hand dropping to the ground. One thought that decided to appear at a bad time came to mind in his moment of fear. 'Why does it sound like that one pre-quirk era musician, Neil Cicierega?'

Nevertheless, the demonic figure's grin seemed to widen at his expressed fear.

"Ah, delicious fear…~ It never gets old~ However, I'm not here to feed on your fear. No, I'm here because I'm rather curious about you, little Mineta."

That comment snapped him out of his horrified state. He was still scared, of course, but now it was mainly confusion.

"Wh-What do you mean? And h-how do you know my name?!" He questioned, wondering why this demonic looking villain was interested in him. Better yet, HOW does it know him? He's never heard of nor seen this guy around before! … And come to think of it, this creature seems… off. Like it doesn't belong here in this world, or something.

The thing spoke up, bringing him out of his thoughts. "I've been watching you and your classmates for a long time now, ever since the incident at the rescue training ground that was ambushed by villains."

Mineta's eyes widened. 'It's been watching us for THAT long?! Well, that explains how it knows me. I don't think I wanna know how it's kept its eye on us all this time, though…'

"While that answered how you knew me, it doesn't answer my first question. Why are you so interested in me that you decided to come to me? What makes me so important to you?" Mineta's fear had gone down some now, but didn't dare drop his guard.

The Lemon Demon, that's what he's calling it now, seemed to grin more, making the grape boy cringe. He does not like how he grinned wider. Not one bit. But what else can you expect from a villain?

"I will not explain why you're important to me, but I can explain why you interest me. While I was observing you, the first thing I noticed was how you have an uncontrollable, lecherous thirst for females, your lust resulting distrust, dislike, and discomfortability between you and them."

Mineta narrowed his eyes at the demon's words. "What the hell are you talking about? They don't dislike nor are they uncomfortable around me! I'll admit that they don't trust me, but I won't let you think I'm disliked by them in my class!" All the leftover fear he had before was now gone and replaced with anger.

"... Who said I was talking about your class?"

Mineta's anger died down some at that. "What?"

"I never stated that the women in your class disliked and were uncomfortable around you, little Mineta. All I stated was that your actions resulted it in between you and the opposite sex, nothing more."

"Can you stop calling me little?" He gave the Lemon Demon an annoyed look. 'He's right, though. He never specified if he was referring to my female classmates or not. … Well, that's his fault for not specifying in the first place!' The grape boy looked more annoyed now. The Lemon Monster ignored him and continued.

"Anyways, as I was saying, your lust caused this infamy in female groups, mainly your school. But it applies around the world too, thanks to the Sports Festival. You are quite the controversial and questionable hero because of this, my grape friend. And it intrigues me why you want female attention so much, but I won't get into that right now. Despite your lewd desires, you are also one of the smartest heroes in your class, aside from the rich girl. Which brings up part of the reason why I'm curious about you. Your desperation for female attention and cowardice makes you seem like an easy target, yet when your smarts come into play, you reveal how difficult of an opponent you can be. So I must ask: Why waste most of your intelligence on lustful schemes when you can do so much more than that?"

The grape hero seemed to go into thought at his question. '... I could just give him a vague answer or something similar, but I don't want to get on his bad side, so I'll give him an actual answer. I still don't understand why this should matter to him, but I'll play along to see where this goes. Not like my class, except for Denki, is gonna notice me still gone anyways…'

"... I don't always use my smarts for my perverted antics, you know, but I mostly use it there because 1. Who doesn't like eyecandy? And 2. What else can I use my intelligence for, other than the obvious school and hero work? In case you haven't noticed, not many people go to me, other than my best friend at times, for help on difficult studies or anything else. They mainly go to Yaoyorozu for that. And if you're trying to suggest I should use my intelligence for villainous schemes, you've come to the wrong person. I may be a pervert, but I draw the line at becoming a criminal!"

The Lemon Demon chuckled at his words. A sound that sent shivers down the grape boy's spine.

"Little grape, I may look like a villain, but do you really think I'd consider something so easy and predictable? I've got other ideas in mind for what your intelligence could be used for."

'Yeah right… says the Neil Cicierega persona with blood soaked teeth…' The ball headed hero thought with a mental eyeroll.

"Now then, your answer to my question is much appreciated. Let's go ahead and move on to the main part of my curiousity. Your cowardice."

His… cowardice?

"Why is my cowardice the main part you're interested in? I thought you'd be more interested in why I lust over girls so much than that." He pointed out, confused.

"Well… you aren't wrong, but there's a reason why your cowardly nature intrigues me. In fact, not too long ago, you were more than ready to run away when I was toying with you with my footsteps, yet you stopped and chose to play the brave card, even after seeing my appearance. That, right there, only interested me more. Last I checked, cowards, most of the time, aren't exactly known to fight back against dangers nor scary things. So tell me… Why are you, a coward, striving to be a hero? Surely you know the dangers and horrors of hero work, right? It's no place for someone like you."

The Fresh-Picked Hero gritted his teeth in anger at the taunt used by the Citrus Spectre, but held himself back from flying off the handle at him. He had to remember the danger he was facing. So he took a deep breath to calm himself down. It worked, but he was just irritated now.

"A coward I may be, but I'm aware of how dangerous this job is. And I'm well prepared for whatever I face in the future, both in my training and career. After seeing Midoriya in action, I'm willing to put my cowardice aside if it means saving others."

"... And picking up chicks." He added a second later.

'I believe you aren't mentally prepared for what your future hero career will be like.' The Lemon Demon thought, knowing fully well how being a hero will be like being a soldier in the military. "An expected response, but I suppose I can admit that you do have your brave moments. Little Midoriya must've inspired you this much if you're willing to put on a brave face in dangerous and scary situations."

"I guess he has…" Mineta admitted, not too thrilled. Now normally, he'd be more than happy to admit this. But because he's talking to a demonic entity that eats people… not so much.

"Now, with the main part of my interest out of the way, let's go back to your perverted nature. Your out of control hormones are the most infamous part of you, as I've mentioned before. Any time there's a girl showing even the slightest of skin, you proceed to drool all over her as if she showed more than that. Not only that, but you also make lecherous comments about her, which makes her uncomfortable. I find it fascinating how you freely speak your mind without thinking nor caring much about the consequences."

The grape flinched at that, then looked away. Looks like the lemon had struck a nerve.

The entity's grin widened a little at his reaction, enjoying the delicious guilt that appeared on his face.

"Oh, but don't mistake this as me trying to change your ways. I wouldn't have dreamt of doing something so boring and tasteless as reforming someone. No, little hero, I don't care if you continue to lust over women. Afterall, it's not my problem."

Mineta was shocked. Usually when he pervs on girls, he gets punished and lectured for it. But here, this lemon doesn't care if he does it!

He should feel relieved that someone wasn't gonna lecture him about his pervertedness, but he didn't. Why didn't he feel relieved? Was it because this demon said? Or was it because… of the guilt?

Lemon Demon took his silence as a sign to speak more. "From what I've seen, you would sometimes peep in on your female classmates, whether it's in the locker rooms, or baths, like at the summer camp."

"Don't remind me…" Mineta replied, looking away, remembering what happened when he tried to peep on the girls bathing. That horned kid told him to be a 'decent human being' before pushing him off, causing him to land on poor Iida's face. The humiliation he felt after that was something he'll never forget…

"Another thing you'd attempt is peeking at their chests and under their skirts. These many attempts have always made me wonder why the women of your class haven't bothered wearing shorts to hide their underwear if they didn't want you peeking underneath, aside from that one time where the pink girl breakdanced. Perhaps they secretly like it, but pretend to not like it? Forget to do so? Haven't thought about doing it before? Or, maybe, they just aren't that smart for not choosing the logical option. Who knows, these are just mere guesses. Their reason for not hiding their underwear doesn't matter to me. Afterall, I'm not the one with the dirty mind, you are." He pointed a stub at Mineta's head, who waved it away with annoyance.

As much as he didn't want to admit it, these were pretty good guesses as to why they didn't bother wearing shorts if they so badly didn't want him peeking there. It's not his fault that they don't pick the smart option! Although… the idea that they were pretending to not like it did sound pretty hot.

"Anyway, your attempts would always result punishment and lectures. Yet, despite that, you continue the actions that result this. Surely you know continuing this behavior could result you expelled, right? I'm surprised you aren't kicked out already, after the first few times during your first year. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Humans are foolish creatures, afterall. And the staff at U.A High are no different." He shook his head in mock-disappointment.

The grape boy seethed at the demon's insult. How dare this fucker insult U.A?!

"Shut up, you lemon bastard! I don't care if you're a people eating monster, I will NOT tolerate you insulting U.A! The teachers may have their flaws and I may not understand why I haven't been expelled yet, but that doesn't mean they're foolish! They might have a reason for keeping me at U.A. Kami knows what it is, but all I know is that, at the end of the day, they always have the best intentions!" He yelled, glaring angrily at the monster in front of him.

The Pop-Off user didn't know what he was expecting, but he certainly wasn't expecting Lemon Demon to chuckle.

"Wh-What's so funny?!"

"Hmhmhmhm~ Oh nothing, my grape friend. I just think it's naive of you to believe that they always have the best intentions. If they truly did have the best intentions, then they would've attempted to stop you from continuing your behavior. Or expelled you a long time ago. Why do you think I called them foolish, little Mineta? That wasn't just me calling them foolish because of humanity's decreased intelligence over the past few centuries, you know. Had they expelled you, you wouldn't be here right now, heading back to the school's dorms after spending time with some of your classmates. Including spending some more time with your electric friend. And little Kaminari likely would've taken your place as the class pervert, but tame. If not, then that brainwashing fella would've been your replacement. Not as the class pervert, but in general."

Mineta glared at him again. "You're w-wrong! They would never allow me to be replaced! And Denki especially wouldn't allow it!" He says it with confidence, and yet… why is doubt starting to seep in now? And that stutter on the 'wrong' part didn't do him any favors.

Monster noticed this as well and could tell he was starting to get through to him, so he kept on going.

"Are you sure, little grape? How can you know for a certain that they wouldn't allow your replacement? They could be pretending to tolerate you when, in fact, they hate you and are just waiting for you to be kicked out and be replaced with someone better. With all of the complaints the girls in your class have made and the way they complained about you made it sound like they didn't like your presence."

W… Was that true? N-No! It couldn't be!

"Y-You're lying! You have to be…" He said, trying to sound confident, but failed to, due to him thinking back to the disgusted expressions on the girls' faces after doing something perverted around them. Even the boys' expressions after he attempted to peep in on the girls bathing at the summer camp. All of this resulting more doubt.

Citrus Spectre's bloodied grin stretched widely. "Oh, but am I?~ What if I was speaking the truth? Think about it, you've done nothing but see the girls as objects for yourself. Why wouldn't they wish for someone who'll treat them with respect? Take a look at your friend, little Denki." He used his hallucination powers to make an exact copy of the grape's best friend appear before him, a grin on the Kaminari clone.

"He's beloved." He then made copies of the Class 1A girls appear around the cloned electric quirk user, all of them wearing smiles and happy expressions while Kaminari looked happy as well, his mouth moving as if he were chatting with the girls, but no words came out.

"Respected." The Class 1A boys soon joined the girls and Denki, all of them laughing at what appeared to be a joke made by the electric boy.

"And above all, isn't out of touch with his lust." Lemon Demon then played many clips of Mineta's perverted moments, then compared them with Kaminari's moments.

Mineta watched with horror on his face. "N-No…" He whispered, not wanting to believe that they actually hated him behind their neutral faces when he's not doing anything creepy.

His friends stopped laughing after a bit then turned their heads and looked down at him. Their smiles and happy expressions had all dropped into the same look that shared 3 emotions: hate, disgust, and even murderous.

Seeing such expressions on his friends', especially Midoriya's, faces terrified him, so he took a step back, staring up at them with a look of fear, almost swearing that their eyes glowed red for a second. The fog didn't help the scene, only made them look much scarier. He knew that they weren't real, but the way they looked at him…

It almost seemed genuine.

Then, their mouths opened, and actual words came out.

"You're a worthless hero, Mineta."

"You could never be a hero!"

"You should've been expelled!"

"Shinso would've made a better hero than you ever could."

"You don't deserve to be in U.A!"

"You're unflattering!"

"Disgusting gremlin!"

"Creep!"

"Die, you scumbag of an extra!"

All of his classmates, except for Denki and Tsuyu, kept on calling him names, insulting him, and more unflattering things.

The purple haired hero stood there, shaking from both fear and the painful words of his cloned friends.

"St-Stop it! They would never say these horrible things!" He attempted to beg for the Lemon Demon to stop, but his friends yelled to drown out his pleas.

He pressed his hands against his ears tightly, closing his eyes, trying to drown out the hurtful words, but it did him no good. Their yelling only got louder and louder, until it suddenly stopped. He opened his eyes and unplugged his ears, thinking it was over until his best friend finally spoke up. Looking up at Denki, he hoped that he would say something nice.

Wishful thinking on his part, and the electric user's words proved that.

"At least I never told a 6 year old girl that I 'couldn't wait to see her in 10 years'.

Mineta could feel his heart shatter at that sentence, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. Hearing his own best buddy say that stung HARD. And what Tsuyu says next doesn't help it.

"I should've left you behind with those villains at the rescue training facility, kero."

"N-No… No! No! NO! I don't believe it!" He fell to his knees, hitting his fists on the ground, tears pouring down his face as he stared down. 'I can't believe it! I won't believe it! … Bu-But what if…?'

As his tears hit the concrete below, the lookalikes soon disappeared, leaving only him and the Monster.

He stared down at the ground, still crying as the Citrus Spectre walked up to him, got down on one knee, and used his stubby hand to lift Mineta's chin up, making him look at the demon's face.

"Chin up, little Minoru. I understand that the truth hurts, but you must accept it as reality. Those were your friends' true thoughts."

Mineta stared at Lemon Demon, wanting to say something, ANYTHING, to rebut that. Yet, he couldn't get a word out. A part of him was starting to believe it now.

LD pulled away his hand and stood back up, staring down at the emotional grape themed hero.

"I believe this calls for a remedy to help ingest the truth. How about we have a rap battle?"

"A… rap battle? W-Why a rap battle of all things? And how would that help? You know I can't sing, right? Let alone rap." He slowly stood up, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Don't worry, my purple haired friend, I can teach you. Just follow my lead and you'll be fine. This song will be a good way for you to get away from all of your troubles."

'I sure hope so… I don't trust this guy at all, but I'm willing to try anything after what was shown to me.' Mineta thought as he waited for the lemon to start singing.

#tw emotional manipulation #mineta minoru #lemon demon #fnf lemon demon #fnf #friday night funkin’#friday night funkin #my hero academia #mha #bnha #boko no hero academia

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heroic-endeavors · 2 years ago

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Enji, what if I were to tell you Mineta sexually assaults his female classmates. Or that he happens to be in the same class as Shoto.

Enji seems at a loss for words but he doesn't like it. Was he not being reported? Because there was no way UA would sweep something like that under the rug. At least he hoped not.

#tw: mineta

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jujutsukgojo · 3 months ago

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The Baby Project chapter 2

izuku midoriya x reader

Chapter one, Chapter three

Summary: When Kaibara gets increasingly worse, a hero comes in the nick of time.

tw: dead beats, assault, mention of Mineta's crimes,

You wipe the booths for the next customers. Heading back behind the counter, you ask your tables if anyone needs anything. It’s the same old thing you’ve come to love. Children are coloring in their coloring pages and are waiting for their juice boxes while their parents order grilled cheese. The kids write ‘secret’ messages to you about them getting sweets. An indecisive couple who finally settle on the most basic things then call you back to change it.

The restaurant has been up for ages and has regulars that have been the nicest people to you. So many debates on whose cooking is better. You, Yona, who’s your boss, or Ken’s, the cook. All for the sake of laughs and gentle teasing. They have the faces that tell a story you want to hear and senses of humor that vary more than snowflakes.

Plucking the fresh, hot pot of coffee from the machine, you head over to your playful regulars. A group of older men who have taken a liking to you and have acted like grandpas. They are a highly playful bunch who make you smile every day. “Here we are boys.”

“Ah, (Y/n), looking rather dashing today.” Ren puts his head on his hands. He's a man with laugh lines and salt and pepper hair. Ren has been a regular at the restaurant for years who always orders apple pie with cheddar cheese on the side with whip cream, day or night, breakfast, lunch, or dinner whenever he’s around.

“In the same old uniform that you saw me in yesterday. Seriously?”

“Can’t I compliment you?”

“Yeah, when it doesn’t come with asking if you can get the meal for free.”

He sighs. “Dammit.”

Yona calls you to her. Her dyed red hair is easy to spot. She sucks on her lips and eyes you nervously. You quickly rush to her, not liking the look on her aging face. “Yeah?”

She extends her hands to you. “Someone left this for you. It was given to Ken when he went out to take out the trash.”

You gasp and drop the pot of coffee, its glass and hot liquid spreading on the floor. Some of the liquid touches your shoes and the heat makes contact with your feet. Even then you barely register it. The noise gathers the attention of the patrons and Ken, who comes out of the kitchen. Your eyes start to mist when you see Noa without a blanket or his diaper bag. His feet are cold and he’s shivering.

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You sniffle as you pat him. It’s after hours and the only ones in here are those who work late and are finishing their meals. When you saw Noa, you immediately freaked out. The customers were quick to see if you were alright, but Yona made you go somewhere else to process everything.

Throughout the entire restaurant, Noa’s cries were heard. You have been in the kitchen with Ken and even in Yona’s office to get the noise away from the customers. Nothing worked until he was warmed up.

“Just breathe, kid. Ken knows of your assignment. He was gentle like it was real.” You kiss Noa’s soft head, his chubby newborn face is now free of stress and his mouth no longer lets out a shrill wail.

With a gruff voice Ken calls out from the kitchen. “I thought it was real. Look at it.”

“I can’t believe this. I just wanted him to help. Classes are over. He isn’t doing anything. How could he be this way?” Noa coos and tries to breastfeed and starts to give out whimpers every time he fails. Yona gives you the bottle that was left with Ken. “The packaging threw me off but I figured it out.”

You go to feed Noa. He’s been terrible at taking it since the project started. Finally after some coaxing, he latches on. “He’s doing it!” He’s only been fed like, 5 or 6 times by you. You just hope Kaibara managed to get something in.

“Thank you.” You sniffle. “Other than this, why are you crying? Noa’s fine.” She tickles his feet. He jolts his leg from the sensation, not once removing the nipple from his mouth as he hungrily sucks on the milk.

“U.A. doesn’t allow students to work unless they’re in the hero course. I get a stipend but that’s less than others since I’m on a scholarship. It’s weird but true. So, I took this job to help me out. I had to ask him to help me get things so I wouldn’t borrow from my friends.”

Yona wipes your nose. She’s always been motherly to you; sometimes overwhelmingly so. “Now he knows. He’s the one who had to pay for some of his things and was mad about it,” You look up at the older woman who is listening intently. “Yona, what if he doesn’t understand my situation?”

You didn’t come from diamonds and gold. You don’t have the funds to go to this fancy school or have parental help. Plus, U.A. just now started the stipend thing and you have a cut. This project is terribly expensive, and the stipend can’t cover it at all. It barely takes care of you.

You make sure to place him directly on your chest to be as comforting as possible. The position mimics breastfeeding which is a little awkward for you but worth it since he calms down after.

“The hero course gets paid from their internships and stuff. He has more than me, so I didn’t think he’d mind. Plus, we’re partners in this.” You remove the bottle from the little baby’s mouth.

“It wasn’t crazy stuff either. Just diapers from Mei Hatsume-”

“The inventor, right?”

“Yeah, her. It was a pacifier and clothes, stuff like that. The only reason he went to the store with me is because Tetsutetsu embarrassed him or something.”

“Real Steel?” You nod. “Kaibara gave me like, twenty bucks maybe? I’m happy he did something but it didn’t really help. I took most of the bill and I still couldn’t get all the things Noa needs. Toss me a towel, please.”

You place it on your shoulder and hope for the best. Noa burps and throws up a little. This is the first time Noa has burped perfectly with you. Usually, you have the hardest time doing it. As you try to hold him better, his weight gets heavier.

Your eyebrows raise. “Already?”

“What’s happening, baby?” You quickly cradle him for them to see. “He’s growing! He was a newborn now look!”

You unbutton his onesie so he can have room to grow. His belly tells his age. “Four months?”

What did you or Kaibara do to get to four months already? Noa’s face no longer looks like an old man but an actual baby where his features begin to be more identifiable.

“Good job, pepper!” Ken comes out of the kitchen and puts out his cigarette, not wanting it to be around Noa and hinder your progress. You breathily laugh, smiling down at Noa. He looks more aware now and he still favors you in the looks department.

“He needs some more-”

“Say no more. I still have my girl’s baby clothes. A few onesies, shirts and pants, maybe? I’ll check but I know I have some. Maybe my boy’s, too.” Ken rubs your head with his meaty hand. As strange as he is, a grumpy middle aged guy who needs a haircut and to stop hitting the gym so much, he’s sweet. Rough around the edges but the sweetest man you’ve ever had the pleasure knowing.

Yona kisses Noa’s chubby feet. He wiggles his toes. “And I still have my kid’s bassinet. It’s old school but sturdy.”

You thank them both then pause.

“What happens at four months?” You look to the adults who have kids of their own. “Hell if I know. I was in jail.”

“Ken, not now.”

“He should be-” Then Noa screams. You look him over, not finding anything. You then undo his diaper to see if he's wet and see a horrible rash. “What?!”

On him was a regular pamper. Kaibara put a regular U.A. diaper on him and didn’t even do it right. “No, no! Crap! Did he give you the diaper bag?”

“Just the baby and a bottle, pepper. And the bottle was empty. I don't know why he was carrying it like that. I was locked up and I know bett-”

"Ken, please. No prison stories."

You take it off of him before it gets worse. You don’t know why he decided to do this. You told him not to, right? It wasn’t like you chose it. Noa just happened to have needed them. Just like Ema’s baby can’t be around anything that’s not cotton or the baby will get a rash. Or Benio’s daughter throwing up the school’s formula and having to go to get a special formula from them that cost more.

The babies are extremely diverse, just like real ones.

“Alright, alright.” Yona takes Noa to the kitchen and bounces him as she goes. Ken rubs your back again. “Do you want me to talk to him?”

Maybe.

“No. I have to.” You rub your forehead. “I don’t know what to do though. He hates me for some reason. It all started when I said no to the name Sen.”

You groan. “And he knows that I work. What if he uses it as black mail? I won’t be able to afford anything!”

“This is based on real life, right?” You nod. “If he does anything, get him for child support. He’s taking your income thus away from the child. Your stipend can’t cover you both and he’s an absent parent. Let the school handle him.”

You take in his words. The stipend can barely help you. No way would it be able to handle a growing baby.

“That’s too serious. This isn’t that bad, right?” Ken sighs and sits next to you. “Yeah, it’s an assignment. Just a project that’ll end sometime soon. But he isn’t helping. Rather than watch him for a couple of hours, he hands him over in a back alley to a strange man,” He gestures to himself.

“Well not strange-” He corrects.

“Eh…”

“Little one, I swear to God,” You laugh and wipe your eyes. Talking to these two have helped dry up some of your tears. “Listen, if he doesn’t start properly helping you, if he snitches and it affects Noa, then yeah. It's not permanent or anything. Just until the project ends and who knows? Maybe U.A. will let you work because without it, it'll take away from Noa."

“I don’t think it’s a thing here, though.”

“Not in this country, really. That doesn’t mean it isn’t a thing at that fancy school of yours. Force them. It's either that, or they let you work since they're being cheap towards you.”

You catch a ride from Yona as Ken closes up. You have to hurry back before curfew. Before she speeds to your school, she takes a detour to her modest home. With so little time left, you can only grab a few things with Yona promising you more tomorrow. You want to kiss her when you see all of the items she’s giving you. They’re old but completely welcomed.

Back in the car with Noa in your arms grabbing your finger, Yona breaks the silence.

“Take Ken’s advice. If the butthead holds this against you when you talk to him, you have to do something. This isn’t just affecting you. His pettiness is going to hurt Noa, too.”

“You talk like he’s real.” You whisper as you pass the streetlights that just came on. It means curfew is about to start. Luckily, you were quick to change into your U.A. uniform. Hopefully, you walking in like normal will work.

“Noa would fool even All Might. All that thing is missing is a legitimate soul, and that’s it. His heart beats, honeycomb.” She watches how you interact with him. Even if you don’t realize it, you are treating him as if he’s real.

"Yona...that's too serious. Like, that's grown up stuff. I don't think this situation calls for it."

"It's something to consider."

You scratch your cheek. "I don't know that's awfully...dramatic? He's just a grade." Yona scoffs and rolls her eyes. "It's not just about financial provision. It's about co-parenting which he isn't doing and what U.A. is trying to teach him to do," She sighs and looks at you then back at the road. "Look, if you won't do that, then go to your teachers. It's not snitching when it affects your grade like this."

"He'll tell!"

Yona's silent. She hears how desperate and sad you sound. "Even if he does, it's not like you're doing the worst thing in the world. Talk to him. Tell him if he doesn't shape up, then you'll go to the teachers. If they give you flack, give it right back."

Yona pulls up to the dorms. “Alrighty, we’re here.” Your hands start to tremble. You’re not scared of Kaibara. It is the possibilities that get you. “Breathe honey, he’s just being an ass. Besides, he may not do anything. He could be perfectly reasonable if he asks.”

“My scholarship could end, Yona.” The school doesn’t allow anyone to work except for the hero courses. The scholarship would end. Would you lose them too?

“Argue it. It’s what you do best. You may not like heroes or can fight like them, but in a war of words and law you’d beat all of them with your mouth taped shut. Defend yourself in your territory.”

You take a deep breath. “I will.”

She grabs your arm. "He gave a child to some random man in an alley. What if Noa was real?"

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Yona loads the bags into your arms and places Noa in the wheeled bassinet. It is old, white laced and not the cleanest. The wheels are large and the fabric that drapes the bottom half is surprisingly soft. Although it is not disinfected right now it’ll have to do until you can get inside and clean everything. You give Yona a kiss on the cheek, thanking her for everything.

“You act like helping you is a chore. It’s okay, the sweetest honeycomb.” For some reason, that hits you in the gut.

When Yona leaves, you repeatedly kick the door so someone can open it. A kid from the other General Studies class opens the door. They must be visiting because the other class lives on the other side of the building.

You enter your room and head to the bathroom for a bath. After today, it is definitely needed. That and Yona’s gifts need to be scrubbed too. They’ve been boxed away and preserved in an attic.

You give Noa his sponge bath first. It was easy enough. He only screamed bloody murder the entire time other than that it was cake. You dry him off and set him on pillows so he could be propped up while you bathe. The curtain is open so you can keep your eye on him.

“I’m coming, sweetheart! Just one minute, please- shit!” Shampoo got directly into your eye. Noa cries louder, showing all of his gums and his little fists are clenched to his chest. You hurriedly try to rinse your eyes and grab Noa.

You suck at this. So, so, much.

You begin to get cold but you push that all aside in order to get him to be quiet. His wailing is loud in your ears. Finally, you decide to wash with him even though he’s already bathed. His head lays on your chest, resulting in the tears to be sniffles.

“You just wanted some lovin’, huh? That’s okay, bub.” It’s not at all. Who is to say he won’t understand you and start all over again?

After the much needed shower, Ema comes in to see you in your robe and drying Noa off. “Do you hav-what’s that?” She lifts his leg, the red and rough rash is visible even on his outer upper thigh.

“Before you blame me, it was Kaibara. He put one on him.” You gently massage his skin and make a mental note to go to Hatsume about it. You shrug your shoulders. “I don’t know why he put the regular ones on him.”

“Did you tell him?”

“Yeah, I did. Or I think so? I don’t know. I’m exhausted.”

She puts her hand on her hip. “If Eijirou was ever that lazy, I’d smack him.”

“I think it weirds him out. All of it, you know?” She sits on your bed next to Noa. “That’s stupid. He deals with blood and gore everyday yet he can’t handle changing a baby in the right diapers? Ridiculous and lazy.”

Feeling the heat of anger rise up, you tell her, “Plus, he kept the diaper bag. So I’ll have to use a backpack.”

“He kept it? Did he at least give you some of the things in there?”

“Nope.” You’re not going to tell her the full thing lest your secret be found. She scoffs and throws her hands in the air. It’s nice to vent. “Stupid, lazy, and petty.”

“Amen.” Speaking of prayers. “Did they handle that grape thing yet? How’s Riko anyway? I haven’t seen her.”

Ema licks her lips. “Not good. The messages that Benio read were just the tip of the iceberg apparently. He sent dick pics, way more than innuendos, borderline if not outright, threats. It’s just a mess. I only saw a few of them but I totally see why she felt threatened.”

You pause, taking in the information of what your friend went through. “You serious? A future hero?”

She hums and nods. “Yep. Word is that he’ll be expelled since everything has just accumulated to this. It’s like this is the final straw type of thing.”

“Should’ve gotten rid of him sooner.” You nibble on Noa's chubby feet, making him giggle. It's way better than him wailing.

“Definitely. Anyway, Snipe said there weren’t any more people so she could take a test or raise the baby herself. She chose to quit and take a test. Said the project was ruined for her.”

“If that is the best decision for her health, I say let it be.” How bad was it? Benio was pissed when he read them and that didn’t cover much. So, what exactly did the grape thing do? How bad were these threats? Your heart aches for Riko and what she’s going through. It isn’t fair.

“It’s a good thing you and Benio pushed it. This needed to be brought out. If he becomes a pro hero, the people he saves will be in jeopardy.” She messes with the edge of her nighttime shorts.

“Absolutely. He’s a bona fide predator. Yes, he fought in the wars. Yes, he helped save the world,” You count on your fingers. “That doesn’t give an excuse for assault or harassment.”

She fiddles with your quilt blanket. “I feel bad, peaches.”

“Why?” Noa flexes his fingers in awe. You wonder if his four month phase is already ending and he’s growing again. The growing process seems to be random. “Because I should’ve realized sooner. She was being paired with him. It was bound to happen. He’s the biggest pervert in the school. I should’ve gone with you guys and supported her.”

“You were raising your kid at a different table. No one blames you. We just happened to be there. This isn’t on us, it’s on that thing. ”

"I know. But her face when I saw her is gonna stick with me. I want to do something but what?" She licks her lips again and shakes her head. The subject changes as she focuses on his features. “He looks like you. Even his hair, see?” You chuckle and nod in agreement.

“Yeah. I think that bothers him too.”

“So fucking lame.” Amen, again. “Wait, he’s bigger…he grew! Oh, I’m so proud of you!” She kisses your head. You raise your brow at her affection. “It says he’s four months but I think he’s growing again.”

You massage his face. “Maybe Mei is speeding up the growth.”

Her eyes roam around your room and stop at your little basket of his things.

“Oh Lord. What’d you need?” She hums. “I wanted to see if you had any diapers to spare? Eijrou heard about it and wants to try.”

“Eijrou… he lets you call him by his first name?” She nods. “Yeah, we share a baby so there’s no reason to call each other formally. Besides, we get along really well.” It's not Ema's fault at all. Not the smallest bit. But it stings when it shouldn't. It is the partnership they have and you can't get it despite your efforts. You practically see the gold medal on her neck right now that shows she isn't failing. Could a start of a positive partnership be as simple as using his first name? The next time you see him, you'll give it a try.

“Ooh, I’m telling Deku.” You finish all the steps of the diaper and put a simple shirt on him, opting out pants. You get up and go through your stash of them and hand some to her.

“I think I’ve moved on, actually.” You gasp loudly, holding your hand to your chest. “The biggest Deku groupie left the club?”

“Oh, shut up. I let go. There are things he’s happier with and I realized I’m happy too. There’s no reason to chase something when going in a different direction.” She has a slight blush on her face yet if you look closer, has a forlorn look. That blushy face is a dead giveaway for something else, though.“Wait…you and-”

“Don’t say it!”

“Ema and Eijrou sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-” She flings a pillow in your face, making Noa giggle. His dimpled face makes you smile wider. He’s got to be more than four months old now. How? You don’t know what you’re doing right. So, you’re happy about it.

That and knowing she likes Kirishima, the ideal baby daddy. "I'm just fond of him, okay? It's early, so it might, I don't know, be the project?"

You nod, not bothering to hide your smile. Seeing them in the cafeteria was so sweet and domestic. It was something you could see for Ema. Something sweet, gentle, and kind. It's what you hope for her. Maybe Kirishima is the one who can provide that. They get along so well already and work together flawlessly. You become downcast as you think of all of the positives for her and Kirishima. Their teamwork.

You take a deep breath and stretch. After, you look around and slump your shoulders. “Shit, he has the bag. Can I borrow some formula? All I had was in that bag.” You look at Ema’s naturally glittery face. The glitter is used for freckles rather than the actual prints. You've asked her if it had to do with her quirk and surprisingly enough, it's just hereditary and not quirk related.

“I’ll pay you back I swear.” You put as much sincerity in your voice as you can. The dorms are locked so you can’t get to Kaibara and Noa’s going to have to feed soon.

Ema’s luminescent eyes look you over. She purses her lips then breaks into a playful smile. “I’ll accept it as a trade for the diaper.”

You don’t know how this is working, and you know in real life, there wouldn’t be this much support. Growing up you didn’t see half of this. Yet in such a short amount of time, the people around you made you feel safe and supported. You pray that one day you can pay them back. This whole thing is just an assignment. Nevertheless, this shows you the rare kindness of mankind. What a nice day this is.

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A few days later, you struggle to catch Kaibara. He’s actively avoiding you. Whenever you see him, he has the diaper bag and side eyes you. It’s nerve wracking and it’s pissing you off. There are things in there that you desperately need.

You’ve managed to get some of the formula on your own. Noa is still at an awkward stage that his timer is set at four months but his development says different. You have to go to Hatsume to check on him.

In the morning, you put him in the wrap. You pack some of his things in an old, raggedy, backpack as a makeshift diaper bag. The actual baby bag is a lot better with more room, compartments and it’s absolutely sturdier.

You take your notebook and write down the things he needs and on another page, a schedule that fits you. It’s a rough draft but with his schedule, the two of you should be able to compromise and come up with a plan. You’ve written down your number and where to find your room as well. The page even includes your friends’ numbers if he can’t get a hold of you. You pray that he can do the same and that there is an agreement on the plan.

“Alright baby boy, let’s roll.” You see Ema and her baby girl, Hana. You poke her pink cheek. “Hey, little one.”

“Ugh, don’t even.” Ema turns and walks. “What? What’d I do?”

“It’s not you, it’s her. She’s been so fucking ornery. All night she was screaming. I’m surprised you didn’t hear it.”

You really didn’t. You and Noa slept soundly. “I didn’t hear anything.”

“Lucky. It’s my night to keep her and this happens.”

“She’s a newborn, right? It’s bound to happen.” Ema shakes her head. “Nope, she’s eight months old.”

“Eight months…” You suddenly feel insecure of Noa or at least your parenting. He must be in the process of growing since he’s doing more than a four month old should yet he’s still behind. Ema’s a natural at this, though. She’s doing something better. That gold medal is shining in your eyes brighter than before. You shouldn't feel this way. Ema wouldn't rub anything in your face.

“Yep! Eijrou and I make a great team. I can’t wait to tell him. And show the set of lungs his daughter has.” She looks at you evilly.

Exiting the general studies’ commons, Ema looks around for Benio but doesn’t see him. “He could already be inside fuming like usual. The ponytail girl has been ticking him off.”

“I still don’t understand. She’s a sweet person. What’s going wrong?” Ema asks.

“If you haven’t noticed, it’s the general studies’ students that are getting stuck solely raising the babies.”

“I’m not!”

You kick a pebble that was in the way on the sidewalk. “No, but you’ve got a good one. The rest of us are struggling.”

She kisses Hana’s head. “Do you want me to tell Ei? I’m sure he can talk some sense into Kaibara.”

You’d love that.

“No. If he’s anything like Tetsutetsu, it won’t get through to him. Tetsu’s already tried.”

“Seriously?” You hold the door open for her. “Yep. I went to Kaibara’s dorm and when Tetsutetsu found out he isn’t helping, he yelled at him.”

Ema puts her hand on her hips. “I can’t believe this. You should go to a teacher. This is a partnered assignment.”

“I’ll give him some more time but if this continues, I’ll go.” It has been a little over a week already.

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You’re insecure of your plan. Yona and Ken advised it. Even though it makes sense, it feels so drastic and serious to go that far. Plus, going to the teachers feels like snitching. You’re ticked that he’s not helping and scared that he’ll tell on you. It’s like he’s got all of the cards.

You wave Ema goodbye when you spot Kaibara. “Oh, Kaibara!” You wave your hand at him. He taps his foot and has a gleam in his eyes that doesn’t seem friendly. “How’s the formula? You have it in the bag.”

“It’s okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yep.” The two of you talk at the side of the hallway. “I mean, is it running low? Because I also need some for when I take care of him.”

He chuckles. “How long have you been working?” Your heart stops. “Kaibara…”

“No, because I gave you enough-”

“It was 20.” He glares at you. “Still, I gave you money when you didn’t need it. You stole.”

You can feel people watching as they go by. The tension between the two of you is getting higher. “I didn’t steal. This project involves the both of us. You act like I make a ton when I don’t. I work only for a few hours a week.”

He slowly gets closer to you. He roughly hands you the diaper bag. “You make enough. Don’t ask fo-what is he wearing?”

Noa wears a pink shirt with purple designs on it paired with grey leggings. He has thick white socks on his feet. “Clothes?”

The shirt is from Yona and the grey leggings from Ken. The outfit looks very cute on him. Simple and easy.

“Get that off of him.” His tone is steel and sharp. It makes you tense up for a second.

You raise a brow, genuinely confused. “What?”

“This is embarrassing. With the money you make you can’t put him in some good clothes?” You look down at Noa whose clothes are fine. “What’re you talking about?”

“You did this on purpose.” He curses at you under his breath. A General Studies student walks past then stops and stares. They make eye contact with you. Their purple eyes wondering, asking, if you need help. The student takes off down the hallway.

You then remember that Ema uses Kirishima's first name to build a better bond. “It’s only clothes, Sen.”

He curses again and roughly handles Noa, trying to take his shirt off. Noa begins to cry. You tell him to stop and get Noa away from him. Kaibara grabs your wrist painfully, making you yelp. You try to tug it free and protect Noa from having his clothes removed at the same time.

Just then, a scarred hand intervenes and grabs Kaibara’s wrist. Your partner looks shocked and then up at the owner. He’s, uh, a lot bigger than you thought he’d be. And his voice definitely sounds different in person.

The man himself, Izuku Midoriya, aka Deku. His hands are large and his fingers slightly crooked. The scars and calluses tell stories of war and determination. His eyes are bright, like they're happy but his actions say different.

Izuku says hello to his old friend while holding Kaibara's wrist tightly. You take this pause to grab Noa properly and readjust his clothing. This is all so fucking stupid. It’s like getting your group to help you do an assignment but they’re all fucking around. Fuck this, you’re putting your name on the paper and explaining to the teachers what happened.

“I’m sick of being nice to your dumb ass.” You tell Kaibara, who for the first time doesn’t look smug or annoyed. He looks…scared? In a gentle yet firm voice, Izuku Midoriya says, “Come on, let’s go.”

His hand is placed on your waist to guide you away from Kaibara. He takes you away from his year hallway and towards the stairs.

“U-uh, I hope that was alright!” He rubs his hands together. “Yeah, it’s alright.”

You expect him to walk away from you now that you’ve reached the stairs to go down to yours. Instead, he stays with you. “Thanks, by the way. I didn’t think he’d act like that.”

“It’s not a problem. He was out of line.” He smiles down at you and Noa. “Is that the first time he’s done that?”

His hero voice is on. “You mean being rough? Yeah. Blowing me and this whole project off? No.” You shrug and try to act unbothered. But your wrist hurts and Noa is squirming. “I accept it now and what I have to do.”

“What do you mean?” The two of you begin to walk down. “I’m going to the teachers about it. The assignment’s just started and this is happening.” You are down the stairs and into your hallway. Only a few students are left, scrambling to find their class and handle their babies at the same time.

Izuku’s eyes take everything in. You hope that he’s piecing everything together. That your class are the ones doing anything.

“I’ll go with you.” You stop. “You don’t have to, Izuku.” He was about to speak until you said his name. He gets all red and covers his face and sputters. “Was it okay to call you by your first name?”

“Y-yes!” And just like that, this guy resorted to being a red sweaty thing that's lightly tugging on his thick curls. Well, it is a little warm in the building. The bell rings for everyone to be in class. You curse under your breath when Noa begins to fuss. “Hold this.” You shove the bag into Izuku's hands. “What do you need? I can help!”

“He feels dry and he ate, give me a bo-bo.” Izuku eagerly looks into the bag. He stops. “A what?” Ah, right. “A pacifier.”

“Oh, okay. That's cute, by the way."

"I'll tell Ema about the compliment," He stares into your eyes. You gesture to the bag. "Right! What compartment is it in?”

“The front flap,” He digs into the yellow one. “No, the blue. That’s where I put it.” He searches for it and frowns. “Are you sure? There’s nothing here or the yellow one.”

“Try the main one, the big zipper.” Dread is filling deep in your belly. In those flaps were his pacifier, rattle, things to that nature. Now that you look at it, it’s a little flat.

“I can’t find it.” Noa cries louder by the second. “Keep looking!” Izuku’s hand is inside the bag. You hear rustling of some things. “It’s not in here-”

“Are you kidding?! Keep looking!” You rock Noa, who is increasingly getting louder. You don’t mean to yell at Izuku. He didn’t do anything wrong. He has been more helpful and less violent than Kaibara has been.

He puts his hand on your shoulder. “Breathe, just breathe,” You follow his calm directions. “Here, give him to me.” You trade the baby for the bag. He coos at the assignment and rocks him. The little brat starts to calm down. Izuku talks softly to Noa, asking how his day has been, and that he has to be good for mommy, all of the sweet things you'd expect.

“Where is it? Where-” It really isn’t here. You suck in your lips. All that’s in there are some clothes, diapers, and formula in a Ziploc sandwich bag for some reason. And there isn’t even enough for one bottle.

Snipe slides the door open. “I thought I heard you-Oh, Midoriya! Long time no see.” Izuku goes on about Snipe’s latest take down. According to him, it was excellent. “Well, I’m glad to see you back. I thought you had a while to go?”

“I finished early. Go beyond, plus ultra?” He nervously chuckles. Snipe stares at him for a second. “Plus ultra, Midoriya.”

He then turns to you. “What is Midoriya doing with Noa?” What a dramatic tone difference.

“Snipe, I’d like to talk to you and Dracula after class.” Snipe scoffs. “Do you mean Vlad King?”

“King Vladimir? Isn't that Dracula?”

Snipe rubs his face under his mask. “Whatever.”

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After class, you meet up with the two teachers, Snipe and Dracula who is now known as Vlad King. As if they aren’t the same name. You asked Midoriya if he could watch Noa for a minute which he gladly accepted, then reminded you to call if you needed him. Unlike Kaibara, he immediately gave you his number. Red faced and all. He looked like he was having a heart attack while doing it.

“Snipe, Dracula-”

“ Vlad King.” The man in red grumbles. “Whatever. I know this is based on real life but Kaibara did something that bothers me.”

Snipe sighs and sits on the edge of his desk. “This is up for the two of you to figure out.”

“He got physical with me and Noa. If you don’t believe me, Midoriya is right outside. He saw everything.” Both of the teachers freeze. Dracula clenches his fists. “What happened?”

“Has he done this before?” Snipe sits up, no longer slouching. “This is the first time he’s done this. But not the first time he’s neglected the assignment. At every damn turn he’s blowing me off and complaining. He’s not helping me at all.”

“Start from the top and down to when he was aggressive.” Dracula’s eyes become serious. Not angry at you, though. Thank God.

You tell them everything, leaving out your job. Ken and Yona are brought up, only called friends, and how they’ve helped you. No one is excluded from their rightful praise. Your friends here, the sales lady, even Midoriya who helped you and is doing so right now by handling Noa.

Vlad cracks his knuckle. “I’ll deal with him.”

“Vlad-”

“No. This is unacceptable. I know it’s up to them to figure out but what happened can’t be ignored or tolerated.” His leg is bouncing and fists are clenched impossibly hard. His fangs seem sharper than normal and eyes are blazing. “As a hero, we cannot allow that behavior to continue. A hero from my class? No. Absolutely not!”

“I know-”

“No! He fails-”

“Kan, please! I’m just as upset as you are but we are forgetting to check the facts.” Snipe gestures towards you to calm you down, already noticing how your nostrils flared. “What I’m saying is that we must investigate the situation. If we go in guns blazing, it can cause more harm than good.”

You understand that, but it doesn’t seem like enough.

“I want him to help me and to apologize. I’ve been doing everything while he just jacks around.”

“I understand, (Y/n). This will be handled.” Vlad stands up and Snipe grabs his wrist. “Let’s talk to Midoriya. He’s the only witness?”

“No, some other guy ran to get Midoriya. He’s got purple eyes and since he was taking care of a robo-baby, I can guess that he’s from general studies because I know heroes aren’t doing anything.”

Snipe scolds you. “I’m serious, Snipe. I’ve only seen two heroes with babies and they were Kirishima and Tetsutestu. That’s it.”

Vlad snatches his wrist back and opens the door, startling Izuku who was cooing at Noa and kissing his plump cheek. “After we talk to Kaibara, you will be called, understand?”

Unlike how he was just seconds before, Izuku gets serious and firmly nods. His round green eyes don’t have the cheeriness they had just moments before.

“Do you want me to bring him here?”

“No, I’ll be the one to do it.” Vlad disappears as he goes down the hallway, no doubt looking for his student. Snipe calls your name, gaining your attention. "You need to be here for this. I want you to tell your side of the story for the record then we'll bring Midoriya in." "Mr. Snipe, what if Kaibara gets mad at me?" He jerks and straightens up. "We'll handle him. You are safe, don't worry."

You put your hands on your hips. "This happened right under your noses. Who knows how long he's been like thi-"

"(Y/n), it will be handled. We need to investigate and write a report but trust me," He leans in. "You are safe and it will be handled."

"What about Noa? Are you gonna make sure he helps with Noa?"

Snipe gives a breathy chuckle and starts to slouch a little. He takes his shawl off and places it on his desk. Finally, he is back to being your teacher and not his hero persona. It's amazing how fast these people can switch depending on the atmosphere. "We'll talk to him. Honestly, (Y/n), I wish you would've told me sooner that he wasn't helping."

You let out a loud, "Ha!"

"I'm serious." Shaking your head you humorlessly chuckle. "No, no. You are the same guy who kicked me out of class because of a project that you are making us do started crying. No way you would have my back if it weren't for Dracula looking at you."

He flinches like he's been struck. The door opens again and reveals Dracula, some teachers, and Nezu. Dracula speaks first. "Kaibara will be here shortly. He is cleaning up from his internship."

Nezu pops out of Aizawa's scarf and waves at you. "Please sit down and relax, (L/n). Just tell us what happened."

The two hero course homeroom teachers, Snipe, the principal and a few others, all sit down. You look around and then at your surroundings. "Um, shouldn't we be doing this in your office, Mr. Nezu? And not my homeroom?"

"This is quicker!"

You sigh and then begin. "Today, Kaibara roughly grabbed me and Noa."

"The assignment, correct? Noa Kaibara?"

"Yes. Anyway, I went up to him and asked for the diaper bag-" The door opens again, allowing Kaibara to come in. He loses his smile when he sees you. Again, a hero changes his demeanor at a drop of a hat. As quickly as he looked at you in disdain, he erased that in less than a second with a nonchalant smile to his superiors. His beady eyes find yours and make you squirm. You aren't physically afraid of him. It's what he has on you that makes you flinch.

He stands side by side with you at a distance. Kaibara turns to you and asks, "Where's the baby?"

Pfft, like he cares. "Noa's with Izuku." You side eye him. Nezu clears his throat and says, "Kaibara, (L/n) says you hurt her and almost jeopardized your project. Is this true?"

Kaibara sighs and rubs the back of his neck. He shrugs his shoulders. "Unfortunately, I do know what she's talking about but she is blowing it out of proportion." Aizawa's gruff voice interrupts him before he can continue. "But you did grab her?"

"Yes, yes I did."

You spot Dracula's vein swelling. "And why-"

You raise your hand. "Before you all continue to talk to him, I want to tell it," You shift your weight on your feet. "I put clothes on Noa that Kaibara didn't like so he roughly handled Noa. Noa's wellbeing is our," You shoot Kaibara a glare he couldn't miss. "Grade, so I tried to protect him, but Kaibara turned his aggression on me. He grabbed my wrist-which still hurts by the way-and-" You pause. Should you do this? Is it time?

You then remember how he hurt you and Noa. Noa's cries and him reaching out to you, your fear not just for Noa, but for yourself. Your head is held high now as you let everyone know what Kaibara has done or not done.

"Noa is wearing hand-me-downs that some friends of mine gave me because I can't afford newer clothes. There isn't anything wrong with what he's wearing. A pink shirt and grey leggings. That's it. That's what he had a problem with. That his son is wearing pink."

"Kaibara!" The student begins to get flushed and shrink back at the scolding of the pro heroes in front of him. "Not only that, but he has not helped at all. When this project first started, we went to a baby store next to that old vendor guy, and Kaibara gave me twenty bucks then split because he didn't want to help soothe Noa. He ran because his son started crying."

Cementoss nods. "Well, nerves are normal for parents."

You refrain from a snarky remark. "I know this. But that was the first and only time he's held Noa, and he still didn't help." You should tell them that he abandoned Noa with Ken. However, that'd give him the opening he needs. And by the look on his face that's slowly turning red not from embarrassment, but from anger, he'd snitch out of spite.

You should tell them that he did care for him for a few hours. You can't, though. He's got one over you.

"This morning, he scared and hurt me and Noa. Your star witness out there has held him longer than Kaibara has. My partner as well as the rest of the hero course’s behavior has sunk to this. And it’s happening right under your nose. Let that sink in."

The room is silent, giving you another chance to talk. “Your favorite students aren’t helping. Make them.”

Nezu twiddles his thumbs and looks at you from Aizawa's scarf or rope thing. "We'll handle this. You're dismissed."

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You exit the room, not even looking at Kaibara. His eyes were bulging out of their sockets and he was steaming. When you close the door, the air finally returns to you.

Izuku still holds Noa in the hallway. He rocks him and adorably so. He notices you standing there with a smile on your face.

“Are you okay?” His voice is gentle and warm. Filled with worry and compassion. It reminds you of the sweetness of Yona and Ken.

“I’m fine. Alright, it’s your turn.” You point your thumb towards the door. Right before you can get Noa from his arms, he still holds him as he rubs your shoulder and enters the room. “You…you took my baby.”

To yourself, you whisper, “He took my baby.”

You look around the hallway to see if it's clear. When you see that it is, you finally cover your eyes and let a small tear fall. Is it because of Noa and the weight? What Kaibara did and the power he has? Maybe it's because you had to be saved by Deku, a hero. Or is it because you failed at doing something so basic: getting along with someone. Noa's not real, he isn't. But it hurts that he is rejected. Why?! He's a doll. One that breathes, has a heartbeat, and your face. Are these tears from exhaustion?

Why are you crying silently in the hallway? This is just a grade. That has to be it. You're afraid you'll fail and lose your scholarship, and all of your hard work will go down the drain. You're afraid of being found out, that's all. Not because you can't get help from the person who is supposed to help you. Not because you feel like you are behind and everyone else is passing you. Not that your wrist still hurts. That reminds you, you have to go to Recovery Girl for it. And since she's not too far from Hatsume, you'll swing by and pick up some things.

Kaibara is in there. Would he get it or has this damaged everything? You take a deep breath. When Izuku comes out, you'll grab Noa and go to where you need to be. You hear the door open and a curious voice calls to you. You can hear Noa's senseless babbling behind you, too. What to say? What do you say about why you look like you’ve been crying?

You will do what you know. You turn around and see Izuku hold a happy Noa. "U-uh, are you crying? What's wrong? Is it your wrist?" Izuku comes towards you. You roll your eyes and say, "No, I have allergies."

Izuku looks behind you and doesn't see a window open.

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fluff-n-cookies · 11 months ago

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Some Deku things.

TW: cursing twice. f word and b word. kinda angsty, sorry, but like 3 grams of it.

for being the main character, Izuku Midoriya isn't given as much nearly love as much love as he should be, platonically especially.

Now, as he's too young to be a father, this could go two ways. (two ways that don't involve adult! reader.) either you're his sister or his best friend.

but I want both so we'll make you Bakugou's sister and Deku's best friend.

and this ain't bout' Katsuki so I'll focus on Izuku for now.

the only way I can see you two meetings is that Bakugou's parents adopted you as Bakugou had trouble connecting with his peers on a good level and hoped you would help Bakugou (and them.) find some peace in all this mayhem.

Unfortunately for them it's Bakugou we're talking about so of course he treated you terribly leaving both you and Izuku in the same position.

wanting to impress him.

so Izuku wanting to be a hero to someone, tries to stick up for you

...which ends in him getting blasted in the face, but hey! he's trying!

I also headcanon he has some self esteem problems where he "doesn't feel masculine." as in he feels weak. and according to Kacchan, hanging out with girls is girly and he always tells his mom he wants to play with Kacchan as an excuse to hangout with you.

I swear, he spends all his allowance money on All might merch for you. your hair is always full of the All might themed bows he bought you. you keep telling he doesn't have to but no he's too busy convincing his mom to buy more for you.

as he gets older (UA time.) he will not shut up about you. the number of stories Iida heard about you is in the hundreds now. and Denki, Mina, and Mineta genuinely thought you were not real and either Deku is high, drunk, hallucinating, or he's just a very sad dude.

BOY WERE THEY SURPRISED TO SEE YOU WAITING BY THE GATES FOR HIM OUTSIDE.

and, no you weren't there for Kacchan, the Bitch can walk himself home.

he kept yelling at himself for not actually being a good brother to you and making you feel bad about yourself, but you'll never know.

one time you jokingly kissed Izuku's cheek in front of Bakugou and Izuku has the same color as your cherry lip balm that was now stuck to his cheek, and Aizawa and Kirishima had to physically restrain Bakugou as not to have a murder on their lands.

Denies all allegations he has a crush on you then proceeds to buy you your favorite candy and flowers for no reason. other than your the best thing to ever happen to him that is.

but no, seriously, his feelings are all platonic. the reason he treats you like this is because he genuinely believes you are an angel sent to guide him through this harsh world.

Bakugou and his peers ridiculed him.

His mother didn't think he could become a hero.

All might wasn't physically there.

He doesn't have a father!

you were the only one who ever stuck around.

he would kill and be killed if you asked and is willing to give up anything for you.

except for his limited addition 2031 All might figurine.

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crowborn666-writes · 2 years ago

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Care

(Depressions kicking my ass so I’m back again with therapy Dadzawa. Dunno why it took me so long to realize there’s MHA Wikis, but they’re a lifesaver.)

Shota Aizawa x Teen!Reader

Genre: Comfort, Fluff, Platonic

Summary: The hole just seems to get deeper and deeper, but your new teacher seems determined to pull you back out.

CW/TW: mentions of bad past, reader feeling guilty about eating, mentions/descriptions of anxiety, Mineta (he doesn’t do anything, he just exists 🙄)

Other info: reader has a established quirk(one I see myself having tbh, I call it Shadow Morph), possibly poorly written sparring scenes

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“You haven’t eaten.”

“Not hungry.”

“You haven’t eaten since we brought you here.” He pressed, voice and actions gentle as he scooted the plate a few inches closer to you. A part of him wanted to cross his arms, but he knew that wouldn’t go over well with you, so he kept them loose and resting across his knees.

“…Not hungry.” You spoke again, albeit a bit more hesitant this time, your eyes flitting across the light meal that was set in front of you.

Shota could only let out a worried, exasperated sigh. The police were good at their job sure, but with you they had their suspicions pointed in the completely wrong direction.

Simply, you’d been caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. Where you were trying to avoid the villains in the area, the ones who were on the scene thought you were with them.

It took Shota a long time to get them off your back, even longer to convince them to let you go with him.

You had recently graduated middle school, and in one of your less pressuring conversations with him, had told him how you applied to a hero school and was denied. How your parents weren’t exactly the best. How you felt you didn’t fit in with anyone, and the few friends you did have left you once school was done.

Basically, you were stuck on where to go, practically in a pit made of loneliness and unknown directions.

He thought back to those conversations, wondering just how deep this hole you’re in went. Clearly, it was worrying, if you were seeming guilty about eating.

“…You said you wanted to be a hero?” He piped up quietly, watching your fingers begin to inch towards the plate.

He didn’t press further on the subject of food, knowing even a few millimeters of movement towards it was still progress.

“Yeah… even if it’s a support or underground hero. Wanna help people.” You mumbled, tentatively picking up one of the banana slices and taking a small nibble.

The small bit of relief took some of the tension out of Shota’s aching shoulders.

“What would you say to joining one of my students’ classes? You can show off your abilities there.”

“Don’t you have an extra student to train already though…?”

“I do,” Shota’s smile at seeing you finally eat a bit more stayed hidden behind his scarf, but it definitely met his eyes, “but his progress is going smoothly enough to where I don’t have to always watch him during his training, and if your abilities are good enough you can train with each other and grow even more.”

You nodded quietly, eyeing the buttered toast that had been made for you with a bit of hesitance, wondering if you’d be able to stomach it.

Shota then stood from the table, movements careful as to not startle you.

“Eat what you can, I won’t push any more today. In the meantime I’ll fix up the couch for you.”

“Thank you.” Your quiet call following out of the kitchen, your fingers picking up the slice of toast you’d been eyeing.

Your night was fitful, to say the least. The unfamiliar environment and uncomfortable couch made it hard to fall asleep and stay asleep. You sworn in your half-asleep haze at least two times Shota had wandered over to glance over the back of the couch to check on you, one time even adjusting your blanket that had gotten tangled in your tossing and turning.

Somehow, though, you’d managed to fall asleep for more than twenty minutes. You awoke later to the sound of Shota in the kitchen, the sound of a coffee maker reaching your ears. Rolling over, you glared at the clock on the coffee table, reading 6:20 in the morning.

Figuring trying to fall back asleep would be fruitless, you sat up, rubbing at your tired eyes as you stood to wander into the kitchen.

“Morning.” Shota spoke as he turned to you, placing a granola bar on the counter for you before he turned to grab a mug from the cabinet.

“Good mornin’.” You yawned, not thinking twice as you grabbed the granola bar off the counter. Next thing you knew, Shota had a glass of water next to you, turning to pour his cup of coffee.

Your anxiety had crawled up to your neck as you and Shota walked towards a building called Gym Gamma. Shota explained that students often trained there with Ectoplasm and Cementoss, since the Pro Heroes could create concrete structures and fake Ectoplasm’s for them to practice against.

You were dreading the possibility of a grand entrance as Shota opened the gym doors. You trailed behind him, and despite him not making any sort of announcement to get his students’ attention, all eyes naturally fell to him.

Oh god, were you pale? Were you sweating bullets or is it just hot in the gym? You had to be sweating bullets and pale as a sheet. Your entire body was tense and—

“Alright class, I need your attention for a few.”

You already have their attention!

You watched with trembling hands and a gaze that soon locked onto a very specific pebble that had been dragged in as the class of about twenty students all gathered around, their attention wavering between their teacher and you.

“This is (Y/n). They’re going to join today’s class to show off their abilities, to see if they’re good enough to join the hero course.”

A rough voice called out, your gaze flickering up to spot a blond with a rather annoyed look on his face. “Does this school really have time for this stranger?”

Before your thoughts could drag you further into your metaphorical pit, Shota spoke up almost instantly.

“As heroes we should not only save people from disasters, but we should try to help them in low points of their lives. If they aren’t cut for the hero course, we will find something else for them to strive to achieve.”

No one else heard it, but from your right you could’ve sworn you heard Ectoplasm mumble something about Aizawa being a softie.

One by one, you were introduced to the class, all except for a very short, purple haired boy. But you didn’t say anything, figuring there was a reason given Sero immediately slapped some tape over his mouth just as he opened it.

One student rose her hand, Tsuyu, if you recalled correctly. “May I ask about your quirk?”

“Oh good call, Tsu!” Denki piped up, “I wanna know too!”

From Shota’s gentle prompting, along with the kind gazes of Izuku, Ochako and a few others, you began to explain your quirk to them.

Without your quirk, you’d be too slow, too weak to be much of use. But with how you’ve developed your quirk, you were able to push and pull yourself and others to your advantage.

You could create shadowy tendrils from your back or limbs, able to pull and push yourself as needed, able to wrap others up to restrain or throw them. With enough focus and energy, you could even slip through shadows, adding to your dexterity.

Your voice would waver, going in and out with volume, your mind hissing with all the words people told you about your quirk.

Not very heroic.

Scary or worrisome.

Too dark.

You didn’t say those thoughts out loud, of course, but they were instantly swept away when Izuku started rambling.

“That’s so cool! Are you able to morph your entire body into shadow or just parts of it? Can you move only through shadow that way or can you move anywhere? Is it like Tokoyami’s quirk where light—“

“Midoriya.” Shota cut him off, the green-haired boy giving a sheepish smile as a few others sighed in unison.

“Sorry, Mr. Aizawa.”

You figured this was a daily occurrence.

It wasn’t long after that the training resumed, the students easily falling back into their routine. Shota had you go up against one of Ectoplasm’s copies, just for you to warm up and get used to using your quirk in a fighting style rather than an aid like at home.

You were too focused on blocking or dodging attacks to really notice a few students glancing your way, not even Shota’s, who no doubt had his gaze moreso on you than anyone else.

After your warmup, you turned as Shota called out. “Asui. I’d like you to pair up with (Y/n).”

Nervousness rising, you watched as Tsuyu hopped down from the cement towers, right down next to you.

“(Y/n), Asui’s here is fairly quick with her movements, I want you to try your hand at capture. Asui, I want you to do your best at dodging and blocking (Y/n)’s attacks.”

“Got it, Mr. Aizawa!” She replied, turning to you with a smile and a soft ribbit, “Good luck to you!”

“G-Good luck to you too!” You stammered, getting into stance as she hopped a distance away from you.

“Go.”

Shota wasn’t lying when he said Tsuyu was fast, it was like she was made of water almost, or as slippery as a frog. Just when you thought you had her in a grip, she found some way to wriggle out of it or dodge at the last minute.

You had a thought then, wondering if you could fake her out somehow. You sent your shadows towards her, like you had been doing, and right before she jumped you opened them like a cage that surrounded her from all sides.

You knew she could probably slip through, but this was your best bet right now.

She aimed to jump upwards, between two shadows above her head, and thinking fast you clamped down like a venus fly trap.

A startled “ribbit!” left her as you held her upside down, arms trapped to her sides.

After your surprisingly successful capture of Tsuyu, Shota had you up against Sero next.

“You said you were able to push and pull yourself, right?” He called up to you, looking a bit small from atop the cement tower you were on. “I want you to do just that, and either evade or fight back against Sero, who’s job for this mock fight is to capture you.”

You glanced around, finding yourselves on the higher cement towers, everyone else either still training or watching from below.

At Shota’s call, Sero immediately dove into action, shooting tape to try and ensnare you. You were quick to jump away, backing out of his reach, your shadows helping you cling to your surroundings.

Now it was your turn to be quick on your feet, thoughts running a mile a minute as you had to both evade Sero and keep track of where you were going.

Suddenly he was in front of you, and in two quick tugs, your shadows pulled you behind him. He recovered faster than you expected him to, finding yourself suddenly wrapped up in tape and dangling.

“Not bad.” Shota spoke, watching as Sero carefully lowered you to the ground. “Even though Sero has a lot of practice in capture, you evaded him longer than I expected.”

You took the praise with red cheeks, a little embarrassed by it all.

A few other students wanted to train with you after that, especially Midoriya, but unfortunately you needed to rest, and so spent the rest of the class period watching them all.

“You did good today.” Shota spoke up as you walked back to your temporary housing with him.

“You mean it…?”

“I mean it.” He glanced back at you and caught your gaze for a short moment, just long enough to emphasize his point before turning away. “A lot of my students wanted you to come back and join them in the second year. If you’re up for it, you can join the hero course with Shinsou.”

You found yourself smiling. “Guess I got a lot of training to do now, huh?”

Shota was smiling as well, even if you couldn’t see it. “That, and you got a lot of people who care about you now as well.”

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do-you-ship-it-polls · 2 months ago

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ok, here is self-defense prison

Do you ship it?

#bnha #mineta minoru #tw sa

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dollsbakery · 1 year ago

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Advent Calendar Door One: ‘Mrs Claus’s Cookies’ - Bakugou x Reader

TW: Light Role-play (One Mention), Light Bondage, Jealousy, Fingering, Pet Names, Praise, Name Calling, Fluffy Smut.

Bakugou gets jealous when his friends ogle his girlfriend, and obsess over her baking.

You're in the Christmas spirit, armed with a piping bag filled with vibrant icing in every shade imaginable. As you delicately squeeze the icing onto your homemade Christmas cookies, your artistic side takes over. Intricate patterns of snowflakes, reindeer, and candy canes come to life on the surface of each cookie. The room is filled with the irresistible scent of warm vanilla and freshly baked treats. With every stroke of your brush-like tool, you add a touch of magic and whimsy to each cookie. It's a delightful and enchanting experience that brings joy to your heart and taste buds. You can't help but feel proud of your edible masterpieces. Humming along to the cheerful Christmas music, you sway your hips side to side, feeling ever so confident in your perfectly fitting Mrs Claus dress. The vibrant color adds a festive touch, while the intricate details and sparkling embellishments make you feel like the star of the holiday season. As you twirl around, the soft fabric gracefully moves with you, creating a sense of elegance and excitement.

As you're busy making Christmas cookies in the kitchen, Bakugou stands by, captivated by the sight. His eyes follow your every move as you expertly decorate every individual festive cookie. The sweet aroma of vanilla and cinnamon fills the air, and he can't resist sneaking a taste of the left over cookie dough when you're not looking. You catch him in the act and playfully scold him, but he just smiles mischievously. He watches with anticipation as you carefully decorate each cookie, adding colorful icing and sprinkles. The joy on your face is contagious, and he can't help but feel lucky to have you. Bakugou’s typically scowling face relaxes for a moment.

‘How did I get so lucky?’ He ponders, blushing as he watches you finally place the final cookie down.

“Can I have one?”

You giggle, playfully rolling your eyes.

“Not yet Suki! You’ve gotta wait like all the others do! Besides, you need to go get dressed into your matching costume!”

God, your smile is contagious.

Bakugou pouts, shivering at the thought of his matching Santa costume. Although the sentiment is cute, he knows his friends will never let him live this down.

As you're busy checking over each Christmas cookie to make sure they are all perfect in the kitchen, Bakugou's friends walk in, their jaws dropping at the sight of you. They can't help but oggle at your stunning beauty, their eyes lingering on every curve and feature. Their playful banter and compliments begin to make Bakugou's blood boil with jealousy. He clenches his fists, his competitive nature kicking in as he silently challenges them for your attention. The room feels charged with tension as his gaze never leaves you, a mix of possessiveness and vulnerability evident in his eyes. Surprisingly, you don’t even acknowledge Denki and Sero’s appearance. Well, Mineta too but he isn’t really anyone’s friend now, is he?

Bakugou shoves his hands in his pockets and walks over to his friends, mumbling and grumbling as he does.

“What do you extra’s want?”

“Hey now! We just wanted to see how Y/N’s cookies were coming along! Everyone knows her baking skills are to die for.” Denki drools at the thought of Y/N’s festive cookies, subtly glancing at the baker as he does.

“She looks good. Red’s a good colour on her.” Sero innocently comments, snickering as Denki looks the unsuspecting girl up and down.

Denki's gaze lingers a little too long on your gorgeous self, Bakugou's jealousy ignites like a firecracker. He explodes, yelling at Denki for daring to ogle his girlfriend.

“STOP FUCKIN’ PERVIN’ OVER MY GIRLFRIEND YOU FAT VIRGIN! I’LL KILL YOU.”

The room fills with tension as Bakugou's anger reverberates through the air. His protective instincts kick in, and he's ready to defend his territory. But amidst the chaos, you stand there, a calming presence, reminding him that you're his and his alone. Bakugou growls and stomps over to you, grabbing you by the waist gently and guiding you away from the staring men and towards Bakugou’s dorm.

…

“Her ass is so plump…” Mineta drools. Even Denki cringes at his comment.

“Your fuckin’ weird dude.. but, not wrong.” Denki shrugs, as Sero cackles at his sudden switch.

…

Bakugou, fueled by his jealous outburst, takes you by the waist and leads you to his room. The air crackles with tension as he paces back and forth, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. But you, being the calming force in his life, step closer and gently place your hand on his arm. Your touch has an instant effect, as his fiery gaze softens, meeting your eyes.

“Pay them no attention Suki. You’re the only man I want, hm. You know that! Besides, I’ll always be your personal baker!” You giggle.

With each word, you reassure him of your love and loyalty, reminding him that he's the only one who holds your heart. Gradually, his tense shoulders relax, and a sense of peace washes over him. In that moment, you both find solace in each other's presence. Each day that passes makes Bakugou truly appreciate you more and more. You understand his fiery temper. Instead of getting mad at him, you have this incredible ability to calm him down. Your understanding and patience mean the world to him. You're like a soothing balm to his explosive nature, and he's grateful to have you by his side.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t stand when other guys look at you in a way only I should.”

Your gaze softens, as you raise a hand to rub his cheek.

“Don’t apologise Suki, we all get jealous. I get jealous sometimes too! The main thing is we both trust each other and know nobody and nothing will ever come between us.”

Bakugou smiles. Softly, he looks down into your eyes and pulls you closer to him by your waist. He looks at you with that one look you’re oh so familiar with. Gently, you nod your head, a silent signal you want him too.

“Hold on, i’ve got something I wanna try.”

Bakugou lets go of you for a moment and turns to his dresser, opening the bottom drawer and pulling out a lengthy rope. With a surprisingly gentle touch, he takes your hands and gently clasps them behind your back. His usually intense gaze softens as he looks into your eyes, his touch conveying a mix of protectiveness and vulnerability. In that moment, you can feel the depth of his emotions, his trust in you, and his desire to keep you close. It's a silent gesture that speaks volumes, reminding you of the deep connection you share. Expertly, he begins wrapping the rope around your wrists, binding them together tightly. He pulls the rope up and over your shoulders, then wrapping them under and over your chest. Finishing his work off with a tight knot, which leaves the rope ending wrapped around your waist, he takes a step back to admire his work.

“Fuck..” He mutters.

“You look so perfect like that”

Blushing intensely, you avoid making eye contact with your typically explosive boyfriend. With a gentle but firm hold, he grabs your face by your chin and forces you to look up at him.

“Be a good girl for me, hm? You gonna obey my every word like a good little slut?” He taunts.

“Yes Sir.” You confidently reply without hesitation.

Bakugou grins and he sits himself on the edge of his bed, pulling you down with him and placing you firmly on his lap. He taps your inner thigh, signalling for you to spread your legs. And you do. Obediently, you rest your head back against his shoulder and place either leg over either of his knees, leaving your core exposed.

You can feel the heat of his body against your back, and the rapid beating of his heart matches yours. His touch sends shivers down your spine as he begins to caress your exposed skin with feather-light fingertips.

With a soft and seductive voice, he whispers in your ear, his hot breath sending tingles through your body. His words are a symphony of desire, painting vivid images in your mind and awakening a fire within you. As he speaks, his hands explore every inch of your body, leaving trails of pleasure in their wake.

His touch grows bolder, his fingers tracing the contours of your curves, teasing you. With each caress, he draws you deeper into a state of blissful surrender. The ropes that bind you become a symbol of trust, allowing you to let go completely and immerse yourself in the pleasure he bestows upon you.

Bakugou's lips find their way to your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses and gentle nips along your sensitive skin. His mouth explores every inch of you, marking you as his own. The sensations overwhelm you, and you gasp for air, losing yourself in the intoxicating dance of pleasure and pain.

His hands continue their journey, skillfully slipping down into your skirt, as he begins to rub your clit with soft, quick motions.

As the intensity builds, your bodies move in perfect synchronization, as you begin softly moaning his name. The room is filled with the symphony of your moans and the sound of skin against skin. Bakugou's passionate whispers of adoration and encouragement fuel the flames of your passion, pushing you closer to the precipice of ecstasy.

Bakugou begins to move faster, bringing you to the edge as he quickly moves his fingers away, earning a disappointing whine from you.

“Awh what’s wrong? Was Mrs Claus about to cum? Hm? Let me make it up to you Princess” Bakugou growls and he pulls your panties to the side and stuffs two thick fingers inside of you. Throwing your head back, you moan his name out loud.

With every moan, he pumps harder and faster, his movements never stopping.

“Atta’ girl, cum for me. Cum for me baby, cmon I know you can do it.”

“F-FUCK! KATSUKI!” You cry out, legs shaking as you finally cum all over his fingers.

Finally, the world around you fades away as waves of pleasure crash over you, consuming every inch of your being. Your bodies tremble in unison as you reach the pinnacle of bliss, and in that moment, you are eternally connected, bound not only by ropes but by a love that knows no limits.

As you come down from the heights of pleasure, Bakugou holds you close, his heartbeat a soothing lullaby against your ear. In his arms, you find solace and contentment, knowing that this intimate journey you shared has only deepened the bond between you. And as you drift into a peaceful slumber, you can't help but smile, grateful for the passionate love that has set your soul ablaze.

…

As the ropes loosen, Bakugou's eyes meet yours, filled with a mix of tenderness and concern. His voice, laced with a soothing tone, reaches your ears.

"Hey, are you okay? I'm gonna untie you now, but take your time. I'm right here."

With gentle precision, he untangles the knots, his fingertips grazing your skin with utmost care. As each restraint falls away, a sense of relief washes over you. Bakugou's voice remains a constant presence, offering words of reassurance.

"You did amazing, Y/N. I'm proud of you." You softly smile and hum.

Once you're free, he guides you to a cozy space he's prepared in advance. Soft pillows and blankets await, inviting you to sink into their comforting embrace. Bakugou's hands, warm and comforting, guide you to sit or lie down, ensuring your utmost comfort.

With a gentle forehead kiss, Bakugou leaves you alone in his bed for a moment before returning a few minutes later, now paired with a tray with a glass of water and a plate of your favorite snacks, a thoughtful gesture to nourish your body after the intense experience.

"I thought you might need these," he says with a soft smile, his eyes filled with genuine care.

Bakugou's touch lingers, his hands tracing soothing circles on your back, easing any lingering tension.

"I love you, Y/N."

“I love you too Suki.”

As time passes, he continues to provide the aftercare you need, whether it's a gentle massage, stroking your hair, or simply holding you close. His words of affirmation and encouragement create a safe space where you can fully relax and let go, knowing that he cherishes and understands your needs.

In this moment, surrounded by warmth and care, you realize just how fortunate you are to have someone like Bakugou by your side. His unwavering support and tender aftercare make you fall in love with him all over again.

After some rest, Bakugou picks up his Santa costume and sits on the edge of his bed, beside you.

“I suppose I should go change for the Christmas Party now, huh?” He scoffs playfully. You reply with a smile, and a simple nod.

“Go get ready Suki, I’m sure everyone’s waiting for us and my cookies!” You giggle.

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