#vampire shouta

[fateisfiction]

Well, That Bites ...

Vampire!Shouta, (temporary)Werewolf!Hizashi, Human!Reader

Part 1 of ???

Hizashi is bitten by a werewolf and undergoing treatment to reverse the transformation, but in the meantime, Shouta needs a reliable blood source. You're a friend from school and aware of Shouta's condition and volunteer yourself as a temporary solution. It's decided you'll move in with them to make everything easier.

Eventual smut (but not in this part)

Part 2

Shouta isn't the stereotypical posh Victorian vampire people expect when they find out he's a vampire. Sure, he’s a quiet night owl and fairly reclusive, but the ruffled collars and red velvet-lined coffins just aren't his vibe. He sleeps in a bed. He can absolutely walk in sunlight, he just needs extra SPF protection or else he’ll break out in an allergic reaction. (Not to mention the bright sunlight is absolutely exhausting.) And yes, he does drink blood.

And that's part of the problem. Ever since the incident with that one villain in the park, Hizashi's blood has tasted … bad. And that's where you come in.

A friend of theirs since highschool, you’ve been aware of Shouta's condition for a while. You know from experience that a starving vampire is a danger to the very people you’ve all sworn to protect. So you offer your own neck (or wrist) for Shouta, at least until they can figure out what's going on with Hizashi.

It's only a matter of days until the tests come back revealing that Hizashi has contracted lycanthropy. It's curable, but the treatment is a year-long regimen, and it's expected that it will take even longer for the taste to fully leave his system. The important thing is that it was caught early and he's already receiving treatment.

After some discussion, and a rather complicated trial period, it's decided that you’ll move in with them for the time being. The guest room has been made up and repainted in a color of your choice, your furniture and belongings moved to storage, and you're settling into your new home, getting used to the new routine of living with the boys.

Things are fine the first week or so. You have the run of the house with Hizashi busy juggling his many jobs and Shouta spending most evenings grading papers while you watch TV. It's easy enough to tell when Shouta is getting hungry. He lingers in doorways, staring, and you can feel the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

He hesitates, not wanting to ask, to trouble you for a bite. But he's hungry, and you taste so good. In the beginning he offered to use a butterfly needle and looked horrified when you joked that it wouldn’t do anything for your public image to turn you into a literal walking juice box.

Eventually you settle into a pattern. Whenever you feel his hungry eyes on you, your arm raises almost involuntary offering your wrist to him. You still wince every time his fangs sink in. The sharp sting quickly soothed by the mild numbing effects of his venom.

He often winds up sitting on the couch with you during his feedings. Limbs curled around you protectively while you watch a show or movie together. Letting out a satisfied hum, he’s careful not to waste a drop of your precious blood. He licks away a stray rivulet before placing a kiss on the already healing bite.

The process is draining, in more ways than one. On more than one occasion, he’s had to carry you off to bed afterward, tucking you in and letting you sleep. He always leaves a glass of water and a snack pack of cookies for when you wake up.

Hizashi's first full moon is unpleasant, but he's grateful that he doesn't have to go through it alone. Thankfully the medications prevent any physical transformation, but he gets really clingy. Leading up to the full moon, he goes into full den mother mode. The fridge is overstocked with snacks and drinks. He hovers, constantly checking in on you and Shouta. Piles of blankets and pillows are amassed in designated cuddle areas, each of the bedrooms, his basement studio, and of course the living room.

An entire corner of the living room has become a permanent pillow fort. The cozy space is filled with bean bags and fluffy blankets. He designated the space as his your “nest,” and every night, like clockwork, he herds you and Shouta into the fort just in time for a late night snack. Sprawling his lanky body across the two of you as he enforces mandatory cuddle time, taking care to ply you with snacks and drinks while Shouta snags a bite for himself. You have to hold back a giggle when he starts kicking his leg whenever Shouta runs his fingers through Hizashi's hair.

You’ve taken it upon yourself to wash the blankets weekly, letting in fresh air to air out the house while the boys are busy at work. Hizashi can't help it, but there's a distinctly dog-like smell filling the space now. You can't help but notice he looks sad whenever you ask him to help you put the fort back together once they're all clean.

It's not until Shouta drops a few tactful mentions about how the sweater you're wearing smells like Hizashi as he snuggles into you, or how Hizashi would love to see the two of you like this, all wrapped up in his favorite blanket, that it dawns on you. It's Hizashi's way of marking out his territory while trying to still give you space of your own. When Hizashi's comes home on laundry day the following week to find everything just where he left it, he’s all smiles as he sweeps you up into a big hug, absolutely spoiling you with attention.

Over time, the two of them become increasingly protective of you. For Shouta, there's a level of intimacy that comes with regular feedings. A bond that grows stronger the longer you’re with them, until the idea of you leaving when Hizashi is back to normal fills him with an irrational anger. To Hizashi, you're a part of his pack. You've even started to wear his clothes around the house.

On the rare occasion that the three of you all have a day off together, you find yourself sandwiched between them as they preen over you. Hizashi checking to make sure that Shouta's bites are healing nicely and not leaving any noticeable scarring, and Shouta massaging anywhere he can reach. He subtly takes note of your muscle tone, mentally creating a training plan to keep you in shape since you’ve had to cut back, your body still getting used to these new arrangements.

You have a close call responding to a villain attack one day and when Shouta and Hizashi get the call, they're rushing to the hospital. You wake up to Shouta hunched over, head resting next to yours on the pillow as the machines beeping around you track your vitals. You can tell from the darker-than-usual circles under his eyes that he was worried. Hizashi comes in carrying two paper coffee cups, perking up when he sees your eyes are open. You motion for him to stay quiet, wanting Shou to get some much-needed sleep.

You're discharged from the hospital later that evening with instructions to start taking an iron supplement. Shouta curses under his breath. Your iron levels are fine. He should know. He’s been carefully managing your diet since you moved in, making sure you're getting all the nutrients you need. All the nutrients he needs.

You spend the next week assuring the boys that you're fine. Hizashi's cuddle pile moves from the living room to your bedroom, the entire room turned into a comfortable nest. You noticed that they’ve started sleeping on the floor, almost as if they can't bear to be away from you. Shouta pulls you into his lap while he's grading, propping his chin on your shoulder as he looks over the assignments. When you get a bit restless, he wraps his arms around you, shoving his face into the crook of your neck. The sensation of his cool fangs against the sensitive skin of your neck send a shudder through your body, but you know he won't bite you.

You can't stand seeing them sleep on your floor. The morning brings a symphony of pops and cracks as they stand up, so when you realize they're not going to be giving up this new habit, you ask if they would rather sleep in the bed. When you move to sleep on the floor they're horrified. Where are you going? There's more than enough room for the three of you.

It doesn't take long to get used to the new sleeping arrangements. At first you were worried that you were coming between them, but Shouta assures you that there's nothing to worry about. Compared to him, Hizashi’s almost unnaturally warm, and while that can be an issue in the heat of summer, it also means you’ll never have to worry about the cold, and of course he's a cuddler. They can just set the AC a few degrees cooler to compensate anyway.

As for coming between them, Shouta and Hizashi had a few ideas, but they're gentlemen. They would never force you into anything you weren't comfortable with. Granted, after waking up on more than a few occasions with Hizashi's morning wood pressed firm to your back, only for the two of them to quickly excuse themselves off to their own bedroom, it was pretty clear that your presence wasn't detrimental to their relationship. In fact, judging by the sounds you pretended not to hear coming from the next room, thing were pretty damn great between them.

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There's a chance I'll rewrite this and it'll become a full fic and if I do, it'll be super slow burn.

[obsessed-dragon]

🎶 Dance at the Tavern 🎶

I love drawing for the fantasy / vampire AU by me and my best friend Moth. This picture may or may not be an upcoming scene in our fic Scorching Moonlight 👀

[nikandrros]

hmm... guys

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Finished a vampire AU erasermight comm for @all-mights-side-hoe ~!

[puppyguppy]

You think he's come to kill you, to drink and fuck his fill, but no. He's come to claim you. 

That isn't to say he doesn't still fuck you, or devour you; and you're not sure which has you feeling closer to death, closer to damned. You feel spitroasted, between the six - maybe seven inches in one end, and the two or three inches in the other. The skin between your neck and your knees is on fire.

You beg for him -- not to stop, but just to put it out. As if he wasn't the source of the inferno in your veins. Still, he shushes you, soothes you with a kiss full of spit and blood, the touch just as cool in comparison to your spiking fever as the cum he fills you with; oddly refreshing, like an IV drip --

Drip.

Dream. Drop.

Through your sick-sort of sleep, you dream of a villain you'd once heard of, with metal in his mouth. But then the vision twists, and the metal is wrapped around a neck instead. A man made of moonlight and shadow, but with eyes that glow like a streak of sunset. Gold, to red, depending -- they'd been gold when he greeted you, when you let him in, but then red as he kissed you, killed you. You snap awake gasping, choking, not from a lack of air, but from too much of it. Your lungs feel full, expanded to their limits, stiff and gaping as you blink your bedroom back into your brain. Your neck itches, but when you squirm, it's just to realize that you're stuck. Pinned down by a hand in your hair, and a hand on your chest. Your fight and flight kicks in, and you're ready to bite, to scream and run --

He tuts above you.

Aizawa, as they call him. Shouta, as he let you call him. Your curse, his lover, your killer, his claim --

"Move too much and you'll only make it ugly."

You want to ask what. What will you make ugly. But then, through the pounding of your head (but not in your chest), you register a sliver of sunlight streaming in through your curtains. It's the soft, pale periwinkle of sunrise -- and it scalds perfectly across your neck like white, hot lightning. It sears your flesh, now that you're allergic to it; scarring across your throat until he forces you to roll over, like a goddamn rotisserie chicken. You hiss and cry into the pillows until he's finished with you, drawing the curtain closed only once you feel the circumference of your new, permanent collar connect across the nape of your neck. 

Because the bitemark wasn't enough?  Your throat hurts too much to give the question a voice; charred and scarred on the outside, parched on the inside. And yet, there’s something sort of like an answer that fills your head. It forms like TV static, a little sharp and fuzzy, a voice not your own, a laugh not your own. It makes your bones tingle and itch, like they’re stuck on standby, waiting for your brain to tell them what to do. Except, when you try to tell them to shift into a more comfortable position, they don’t. They don’t listen. And anxiety feels weird when not accompanied by a racing heart.

You feel him before you hear him, and then you hear him before you see him, and then when you finally, finally see him, it’s already too late. You know him. He’s made of the very same shadows, the very same moonlight, but there’s something…something softer about him. His eyes burn on you, inside of you, but pleasantly so – unlike the sun you’ll surely miss. The sun that’s surely burning at his back right now, if he’s really, truly the same. Same body language, same bags under his eyes, same strange scarf. A stranger, but already a comfortable guest amidst your stream of consciousness, whether welcome there or not.

He tells you to sleep.

That it’s still too early.

Sleep, you’ll feel better later.

Sleep, and then you’ll eat, you’ll drink, and you’ll be grateful that it’s Aizawa that’s claimed you.

Created you.

[crimsondreamprod]

Kinktober 2024, Day 9 and vampire Present Mic is such a messy eater! Of course, it's hard to be neat around a snack like vampire Aizawa !

[loveyismeee]

Yandere Aizawa x Vampire Oboro comic

Part 2!

Oboro isn’t in this part, but he will be in the next one!

[k-nayee]

CHAPTER 1.THE BEGINNING

❝Your laughter vines through my hair, roots growing into my heart.❞

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AGE: 7

Happily playing in the sandbox, laughter and shouts of your classmates filled the air as you basked under the sun's warmth.

Its rays shone down, the sunlight making the flower bulbs glow like tiny stars within your hair (sadly, the only time you truly appreciated them).

Recess was always the highlight of your day, a chance to break free from the confines of the classroom.

"Okay, class! Recess is over, time to let the next class have fun!" Miss Teiko's voice cuts through the buzz, calling everyone back inside. 

But as always, it ended too soon.

Reluctantly, you trudged back towards the school building, your gaze drifting across the yard as if to forever remember the fun you just had.

And that's when you see them: Midoriya and Bakugo, heading out for their own period of recess.

Ever since your visit to their class a couple of weeks ago, you've began noticing the two more often when passing in the halls or transitioning to recess – like now for example.

You perk up when the greenette catches your eye, quick to throw a wave and bright smile which he (albeit shyly) returns with his own.

Once back in the classroom, you settle into your seat with a hum of content; the familiar structure of desks and colorful drawings on the wall surrounding you in comfort.

That's when it happened – you felt it first, a tiny tickle, deep inside your nose. Your face scrunch up, eyes squeezing shut in attempts of stifling it, but the sensation grew stronger.

With an almost explosive force, you release a thunderous sneeze.

"ACHOO!!"

The unexpected sound echo throughout the classroom, startling everyone. You blink, eyes opening to view of frozen and surprised faces.

Embarrassed, you feel bad about causing such a loud disruption and bashfully apologize. "S-sorry..."

"No need to apologize." Miss Teiko is the first to break the silence, a reassured grin on her face. "However, that's not why the class is silent."

"W-what?" Growing more confused, realizing their gazes were focused above your head made you immediately think the worst.

Shakily, you reach up, feeling delicate petals where there should have been hair and hard small bulbs. 'Wait...'

You look up at Miss Teiko in disbelief. Her widening grin and giddy nod only eggs you on, making you scramble from your tiny chair in a rush.

The whispers and clambering of your trailing classmates were ignored as you scurried to the Affirmation Station; a mirror decorated with positive messages, whimsical clouds, and fluttering butterflies.

Once in front of the mirror, the image of your reflection made you see what made the others speechless:

In your hair, various cherry blossoms adorned it, creating a stunning floral crown. The petals, a blend of soft whites and delicate pinks, contrasted beautifully against your hair.

Each petal to its flower was perfectly shaped, nestled within your curls as if they had just freshly fallen from a cherry tree.

The room burst into a cacophony of awe and excitement as your classmates crowded around you, their earlier shock turning into fascination.

"Wow!" One of them exclaimed, their eyes wide.

"Did you see that?!"

"She just sneezed and bam! Flowers!"

You stood there, a bit dazed. The center of attention due to a simple human moment, the best part of your quirk happened....because of a sneeze??

 "You even smell nice!"

"Oh!" Another added, leaning in to catch the sweet fragrance. "It's like... cherries!"

As they drew nearer, they began to realize the sweet scent wasn't just lingering around in the air — it was emanating from you, every part of you.

Denji, the self-proclaimed fearless clown of your class, boldly picks up your hands and takes a deep whiff.

Startled, you snatch it back with a disturbed look of disgust. But the hard look of determination and assuredness on the scruffy blonde's face was more than enough to make you falter as he pointed an accusing finger with a sharp toothy grin.

"Yup! It's coming from her alright!" His brownish yellow eyes gleamed in excitement, making the bags underneath more prominent as he continued to stare at you in wonder. "Even the sweat in her palms smell like a cherry tree!"

Miss Teiko, intrigued, steps closer and takes a gentle sniff herself. "Remarkable," she murmurs, "Your quirk has adapted quite uniquely."

You couldn't help but smile, a mix of pride and amusement heating your face. 

Others began to lean in close and breathe in deeply, their faces lighting up with delight and fascination.

"How lucky!"

"I wish I smelled like that!"

"Man! Bet she never has to take a bath again..."

Amidst the flurry of excitement, a girl timidly approaches your side. "Can I touch one?" she asked, pointing to a blossom.

"Sure," you reply with a soft smile.

As she gently brushed a petal, her eyes lit up. "So pretty," she whispered, releasing a dreamy like sigh.

Her genuine admiration was so infectious a surge of generosity welled up inside. The joy and wonder your quirk had brought to the class were palpable,  you wanted to share it even more. 

 "Would...would you like one?" you offered, voice tinged with uncertainty. She pauses for a moment before her eyes grow wide at your words.

"Y-yes please! If you don't mind!"

As the girl's hopeful eyes met yours, you carefully wrap your fingers around the base of one of the cherry blossoms and gently pluck it off. 

A sudden, sharp sting shot through you, startling in its intensity..

Not fully knowing what to expect, 

Your brow slightly furrow at the pain, the feeling was similar to yanking a strand of hair directly from the scalp.

The moment the flower left its place in your curls, you felt a twinge of loss. It was as if a small part of you had been given away, a piece of your soul shared in physical form.

You concealed the discomfort with a smile, masking the pain with the grace of the blossoms themselves.

Though a part of you hated the feeling, seeing they way she held the flower so delicately between her fingers made it bearable.

Her joy was evident, made your other classmates want one. And so, one by one, they came forward, each asking for a flower of their own.

And with each flower you gave away, you felt a mix of happiness and a twinge of discomfort. But seeing the giddy and hopeful faces of your classmates was all worth it.

With every wince you covered with a smile; and soon the air was filled with the sweet scent of cherry blossoms and the sounds of delighted chatter.

Finally, it was Miss Teiko's turn. Despite her initial decline, you hand her a flower, preening at the sight of her face lighting up with a laugh. "Class! Let's all thank Akashiya for the gift before we go back to our seats!"

"THANK YOU ____!" Not expecting them to use your first name (since you thought they really didn't like you as much) your face grows hot, smile pulled to it widest capacity as the screams and whoops and cheers of thanks are thrown your way. Some even go as far as giving bows and jumps of celebration.

Your lips tremble from joy before you give them a bow as well. "Y...you're welcome! Happy to please!"

Feeling a hand pat your back, you look up and meet Miss Teiko adorning a warm smile. "Thank you," she said softly, her eyes reflecting the same happiness you'd seen in your classmates.

"Now back to our seats!" Turning back to the class, she begins to round them up causing giggles and squeals to erupt. "Shoo! Shoo!!"

Taking one last glance at the mirror, you pause upon seeing and realizing only one flower remained.

A pang of sadness hit you. Your knew how much your mom had been looking forward to seeing the full bloom of your bulbs.

You also knew how her bright smile turning into a soft, understanding one when she learn you shared your flowers with others. Especially being a soft-hearted person herself.

Making your way to your seat, you decide to save the last one for your mom. She always shared in your excitement of anything about your quirk, so you knew she would cherish this small gift.

You twirl the flower in your hair gently as you firmly nod in acceptance. 'Yeah. Mom will get this o-'

Playful shouts and laughter from outside breaks your thoughts, turning your attention towards the window. And that's when you a spot a green head of hair all by himself on the playground.

Midoriya.

He was huddled in a corner, scribbling in his notebook, occasionally sending longing glances towards where the rest of his classmates were – most notably where Bakugo, the ever-proud and loud leader, was.

Seeing the person who defended and showed you kindness, so alone, made your heart sad. Without a second thought, you knew what you had to do. 

"Miss Teiko," You raise your hand with a stern face of resolve, "May I use the restroom, please?"

"Of course, please be quick," she nods with a soft smile.

Once granted permission, you leave the room and stealthily make your way to Izuku's classroom. It was empty, the door open just wide enough to sneak inside. 

You knew exactly where his cubby was. Your heart raced as you approached it, the distant sounds of his classmates playing outside, their joyous noise a stark contrast to the greenette's isolation.

"For being a good friend...Izuku." You whisper to yourself, plucking the last flower from your head with a wince before gently placing it inside his cubby.

Heading back to your own classroom, you imaging his surprise when seeing the gift causing a smile tugging at the corners of your lips with a giggle.

You couldn't wait to tell your parents about the what happened today!

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The day has not been well to Midoriya Izuku.

And now, in the quiet of the almost-empty classroom, he felt the weight of it all. The taunts and jeers from Bakugo and his new followers had been particularly harsh, leaving Izuku feeling deflated and alone.

As his classmates poured out the room with laughter and chatter; Izuku slowly gathered his books and bag with a heavy mind.

Reaching his cubby, the freckled boy freezes when his gaze fall upon something in his cubby.

There, sitting next to his giant crayon pack, lay a single, delicate cherry blossom flower. Its soft pink petals stood out vividly against the drab backdrop of his school supplies.

Izuku's heart skipped a beat.

He looked around, half-expecting to find someone watching or even there to claim a misplaced item, but the classroom was deserted.

With a mix of curiosity and caution, Izuku gently picks up the flower. It felt almost surreal in his hands, a fragile piece of beauty in stark contrast to the harshness of his day. 'Could this really be for me?'

Wanting answers (and still doubting himself), he approaches Miss Shoko as she finishes tidying up at her desk. "Excuse me...do you know who left this?"

Studying the flower for a moment, the woman draws a blank. Mirroring his own confusion, she gives him a simple shrug.

"I'm not sure, Midoriya" Miss Shoko replies with a kind smile. "Perhaps it's from a secret admirer? It's quite a beautiful flower."

'A secret admirer?' Her words send a wave of warmth through Izuku, tinting his cheeks a soft shade of pink.

Clutching the flower a little tighter, he gives her a stuttered thanks and steps out of the classroom.

As he walked through the school grounds, his usual furrowed brow was replaced by a small, contented smile. The unexpected and beautiful appearance of this flower had erased all the bad he felt today.

Dare say was all worth i-

"MY BABY!" The sudden, distressed wail of a woman cuts through the boy's monologue. Turning his head, Izuku spots a family of three – a woman on her knees, holding a young girl by the shoulders as a man calmly stood there with a stoic face.

The woman was almost theatrically shaking the girl, her voice loud and filled with concern. "WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR BEAUTIFUL PRUNUS AVIUM?! WAS IT BULLIES? DID THEY PICK THEM OFF?"

He looks as she softly replied to her mother. Though her words are lost to his ears, her demeanor seemed calm, almost reassuring.

Her mother, however, was just as dramatic as before; enveloping the girl in an exaggerated, teary hug as the father patted the sobbing woman's back with a resigned expression.

As if she felt him watching, the girl glanced over her mother's shoulder, her eyes meeting Izuku's. Her gaze moves to his hands before a bright fanged grin grows on her face, giving him a frantic wave.

Izuku felt a jolt of happiness at the sight, and happily waved back, just as his own mother appeared calling out to him. "Izuku, time to go home!"

The freckled mother patiently waits at the gate as he runs to her with a smile. First thing he does is show her the flower that's still secure in his grasp.

"Ooh! So pretty." The green haired woman leans closer and takes a sniff of the plant. "And it smells wonderful too! Who'd ya get it from?" 

He groans at the question. "I don't know. I found it in my cubby. It wasn't there before recess, I know that for sure because I always get my superhero notebook from my backpack during recess! A-and Miss Shoko says it could be a s-" Izuku freezes, face growing aflame at even uttering the phrase.

But his mother connects the dots.

"You mean a," Warm and coy smile pulling at her lips, she begins to playfully tug at his cheeks. "Se-cret ad-mir-eeeeeer~"

"Mooooom!" The greenette whines at her teasing until she finally releases him with a giggle. 

"No longer talking about that please. Especially if its not true. Probably was supposed to be in someone's else's cubby...like Kacchan" he huffs, rubbing his face as if it would lessen the redness already there.

The older woman could only give him a tsk and light tap on the head. "I'm sure whoever placed it there knew exactly where they were putting it."

"Yeah, if you say so..." Izuku halfheartedly shrugs, glancing at the ground in self-pity.

"I say so and mean it! Now did anything else happen after this little moment?"

Handing her the flower, he leans down and reties his shoes once noticing lacing coming undone. "Umm. Oh yeah! Right before you called me over a girl waved at me!"

"Oh! Maybe she's your secret admirer! Do you know her?"

"Mom," Izuku rolls his eyes, finishing the knot before doing his other shoe (always comes undone a few minutes later, might as well do it now). "Just because someone waves at me doesn't mean they're my admirer!"

"Okay okay, fair enough."

"Anyways, she had this fanged smile-"

"Oh! Oh! She's that girl who stayed in your class for the day right? Aka-a...ak-"

"Akashiya ____. And no, that wasn't her."

"....um, yes it was?"

Izuku pops up and stares at his mom in all seriousness. "How? She doesn't have the flower bulbs ____ had today. I seen her with my own eyes right before re-"

"Recess? And didn't you say that flower wasn't there before recess either? Hmm...makes ya think."

He freeze, all the dots connecting slowly in his mind. His mother could only watch with a shake of her head.

'Fruit cherry tree bulbs...typically bloom in early April...same time our school year began...bulb before recess = no flower before recess...no bulb after recess = flower after recess...that means-'

Izuku releases a body shaking gasp and turns back toward where he last seen you with a cry of shock. Alas, you were long gone with your family.

He whips his head to his mom. Constantly shifting between looking at the flower in her hands and where you last were.

Covering his mouth, a crimson wave washed over his body as the cackles of his mom echos in the back of his mind.

That was...you! YOU GAVE HIM THE FLOWER????

[sassypantsjaxon]

Thank you Smash for giving us this ridiculously attractive Aizawa

[animestsstuff2]

•Sickly sweet•

Bakugou x vampire reader

I also wanted to add that I know typically with vampires and mates etc that they immediately know and are bewitched but because the reader Yuri is 16 she isn’t actually aware of her attraction to Bakugou, well she is but not in the instinctual vampire sense, not until she turns 17 which will be soon but the closer her birthday is the more obvious its becoming hence the whole his smell is overwhelming. It also works on Bakugou too but its Bakugou so hes just gonna ignore it.

Content warning: blood, death, anxiety? Crying, fighting.

Part 7

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You stood over your fathers limp body as you kept your eyes narrowed on that blue haired boy and his freakish pet. His mouth opening to speak when the doors were kicked open a loud bang drew your attention as you looked round seeing All Might. His face bare of any smile, lips tightly curled and brows furrowed as his footsteps tapped off the ground

"Have no fear students. I am here" his tone was deadly serious. You looked down at your father took this opportunity to grab him as you started dragging him towards the others.

Kirishima rushed by Bakugou to help you. Bakugou quickly following as they helped bring your father to the top of the steps. You sniffled, tears springing from your eyes as you held his head in your lap. Bakugou took a seat beside you, reaching and putting his arm around you, hand grabbing your waist. He felt compelled to comfort you, something in his chest pulling him towards you.

All Might looked down at his dear friend and at you and whispered softly an apology to you both for not being here on time. You watched as All might made his way down to face that beast. You followed quietly, Deku creeping behind you also. You wanted revenge, something in your chest pushing you to move as anger filled you.

Some of the lower criminals got ready for All Might but just as you blinked they fell to the ground, absolutely no match for his speed nor strength. He continued on to the creature and began attacking it, landing hit after hit but it really had no effect. The creature taking it easily.

“Nomu here has shock absorption All Might. Youd have to gouge his brain out if you really wanted to hurt him” The boy said, as All Might continued to dodge the creature.

“Thanks for telling me how to beat him! I just have to were him down and then its on to you!” All Might yelled as All Might grabbed the creature from behind and flipped him over. You watched eyed wide at his sheer strength as the creature went head first into the concrete. A huge cloud of dust appearing and now blocking the fight.

You stood tense as the dust dissipated and a gasp left your mouth. All Might had put the creature into the ground but a portal appeared below him, allowing the creature to come out the other end. His claws grabbing All Mights chest through the portal and drawing blood as All Might struggled in the awkward position.

“Sorry All Might but burying Nomu in the ground so he couldnt move wont work. Hes built after you so he is as strong as you are” the boy informed as All Might gritted his teeth.

You watched as the portal man, Kurogiri, stood over All Might. The portal slowly becoming smaller as Nomu disappeared inside of it, dragging All Might further. Kurogiri explained his plan to crush All Might with his quirk and your eyes widened, seeing the Pro-Hero needed help but Izuku moved quicker than you.

He ran forward ready to help as Kurogiri warped into Izukus line of attack, opening a portal and you quickly rushed forward feeling your body unfreeze itself from the position you were in but Bakugou blasted himself above you, landing down on Kurogiris metal body and keeping him in place.

You ran forward. Your scythe coming down on the arm that dug into All Mights bloodied side, freeing him as ice grew on the ground and up the Nomus legs, trapping him. Shoto was here.

“Kurogiri. Youve really got us into a mess here” The boy groaned. Kurogiri tried to move but Bakugou just blasted the metal body of his.

“You move and ill blow you into so many pieces theyll be piecing you back together for months you bastard” Bakugou growled and you couldn’t help the small smirk for a hero he was quite villainous.

The portal however the Nomu was in became smaller as the creature slipped through and out the other side. His arm fully regenerating that made All Mights eyes widen, surprised by his regeneration quirk.

“Nomu, free kurogiri” the boy ordered and your eyes widened as the creature roared and charged at Bakugou. He was too fast. Your body moved, not thinking something in you needed to protect Bakugou. He was yours after-all..

All Might was quick after you. Your speed almost matching his as your blood transformed. A long chain with your scythe at the end as you threw and landed it into the Nomus shoulder. Your heels dug into the ground trying to slow the creature as it roared and whipped its head round seeing you. It whipped its arm forward and you yelped as you flew by it, hitting the concrete wall in front.

You coughed, head spinning and aching as you slouched down against it. Your eyes rolling back as everything went dark. The last thing your ringing ears could just make out was shouting.

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“SHE CAN’T BE DEAD!” Bakugou roared at the paramedics as they hauled your body into the ambulance. A white sheet stretched over you, his eyes narrowed in at your chest, searching for any sign of life.

His chest constricted and tight as it fell and rose in sharp breaths. The doors slammed shut and he stood staring as it drove away. His head rang, a sharp pain shooting through it as he tried to rationalise it. The image flashing in his head over and over again of you against the concrete wall, slumped down with blood running from everywhere..Your head, your mouth and other cuts..

There was just so much..

A hand on his shoulder made him tense as Kirishima voice cut through his daydream.

“Bakugou, come on. They’re taking us home” Kirishimas voice was quiet and sullen. His eyes glistening with tears as he too had seen you bloodied.

Bakugou turned, pushing by the red head as he boarded the bus, accompanied by other teachers who arrived to the scene. He took his seat, his mind buzzing as he looked at his hands, hands that were covered in your blood. One glove removed when he checked for your pulse and suddenly the crippling hold on his heart returned as he remembered how he couldn’t find one and how cold you were. His arms sore as he now felt the growing weight of his gauntlets dragging them down.

His mind too wrapped up in this new emotion he was feeling. He clambered off, entering the changing rooms. His body moving itself as his brain tried to make sense of this feeling, was it shame for being too weak? No, embarrassment for letting Kurogiri go? No. He couldn’t figure it out, maybe it was just because he had witnessed someone die; a classmate, someone he was close to. You a person he grew to care about over these past wee-

“Katsuki!” His mothers voice broke his focus on his spiralling mind. Her eyes soft and happy to see her son had minimal injuries but the smile she had faded as he made his way over and got into the car without saying or, well shouting a word.

“Katsuki, are you okay” she asked as she got into the car. He only glanced over at her before returning his gaze to the window and her mind mulled over, maybe the student that is in critical condition is his friend.

The ride home was quiet and tense and even worse at the house. Bakugou ignoring the question of what would he like for dinner as he headed to his room and into his bed, falling onto it. He rolled over and suddenly sat up as he grabbed his book bag and threw it across the room, angry and fed up now with this heavy feeling in his chest. He fell back letting out a growl as he stared at his ceiling. You were dead, he would no longer be able to see you. His mind mulling over that thought, you both still needed to finish that project for English. . .

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[fateisfiction]

Well, That Bites ... (Part 2)

Ask and you shall receive.

Vampire!Shouta, (temporary)Werewolf!Hizashi, Human!Reader

Part 2 of ???

Hizashi is bitten by a werewolf and undergoing treatment to reverse the transformation, but in the meantime, Shouta needs a reliable blood source. You're a friend from school and aware of Shouta's condition and volunteer yourself as a temporary solution. It's decided you'll move in with them to make everything easier.

NSFW (Get your Smut here)

Part 1

When Shouta came home from teaching the next night, he caught you swiping on some dating app. You should really be proud of the restraint he showed in not immediately smashing your phone. The hair on the back of your neck stands on end, but it’s different than when he’s hungry. He shifts, his weight resting on the couch cushion behind you causing you to jump. “W-were you hungry?” He is now, but he knows better than to eat when he’s like this. Whatever … this is.

Shouta pulls Hizashi aside when he comes home for a little discussion. You were looking to date? But you’re theirs. Part of their colony, their pack. Weren’t they enough for you? Their behavior changes after that. Hizashi is clingy. All over you when he’s at home, more than usual. You start finding his clothing mixed in with yours when you go to do laundry. Not that you weren’t already picking up more of the housework. After your incident, the three of you agreed that you would take a step back from hero work, at least for now.

Shouta, on the other hand, becomes colder toward you. He stops sleeping in the bed with you, he doesn’t join in Hizashi’s cuddle piles anymore, he keeps his feedings to a minimum until they stop altogether. When you try to talk to him, he shrugs you off, retreating to his bedroom to brood. Even Hizashi is on edge around him. When you make a joke that he must be getting “hangry,” Shouta storms into the room dragging Hizashi away. He barely acknowledges you, snaping a harsh, “I’m fine,” as the door slams shut behind them.

You can hear them arguing in the next room. Hizashi’s fears that by pushing you away, Shouta is damaging whatever relationship the three of you have built over these few months. When Shouta finally admits that he hasn’t fed in nearly a week, Hizashi throws a fit, reminding him how dangerous that is. You stand by the doorway throwing out that you’ve been offering. Of course you had been worried, but you figured he made other arrangements.

Accusations are thrown around. Hizashi lets it slip that Shouta saw you swiping through the dating app. Why were you leaving them? Did you really think it was a good idea to bring someone else into this situation? It dawns on you then what it must have looked like. You assure them that you have no interest in dating right now. All, well most, of your needs are fulfilled. An associate was suspicious that her husband was cheating on her, and she asked you to see if he was on one of the apps. Your friend wasn’t exactly pleased with what you found (he was), but Shouta and Hizashi are put at ease by your explaination.

What was that about only most of your needs were being met? They’ll need to fix that. Go on, tell them what you need. You’re so shy. You’re all friends here. No secrets, right?

You’re already in their bedroom. It doesn’t take much for them to have you backed up against their bed. You swear you catch a flash of Shouta’s red eyes as they stand at the foot of the bed, waiting for an invitation. And invite them you do. Holding out your wrist as you normally would to let Shouta feed. He shakes his head, chest rumbling with a chuckle at the thought of taking you like this.

It’s a sight to behold as you sit there, fearless before them. They stalk closer, hunger in their eyes as they descend upon you. Hizashi’s behind you, lips on your neck as his hand slips just under the hem of your shirt. Shouta’s above you, kneeling between your legs as he grabs a handful of hair tilting your head back, forcing you to look him in the eye. “You have no clue how long I’ve been waiting for this, kitten.”

Sharpened fangs rake a long your neck, not yet piercing the skin. Quickening breaths fill the room with an erratic harmony of whines. Moans. Pleas.

Hizashi's erection digs in against your hip. You're turning to kiss him, and then Shouta, and then Hizashi again. Your shirt rides up exposing more skin for them to grope. Jeans are unbuttoned and belts unbuckled, the sensual slide of a lover’s hands as they ease tight fabric down thighs and over heads.

Minutes pass and the three of you are are enthralled in one another. It's almost as if they're waiting for you to give them permission to move further. Thumbs catch on the lace of your bra, your panties, digging in and kneading your supple skin.

“Please-” the rest of your words are gone before you can finish your sentence. Sharpened nails tearing what little fabric remains, your body bare before their predatory eyes.

Hizashi guides your hand down to his cock, rutting into it as copious amounts of pre fall from the tip, coating your hand as he chases his release. He stuffs his fingers into your open mouth, preventing you from silencing your cries as Shouta takes his place between your thighs.

Shouta's hands settle on your knees, spreading them apart. Your breath hitches as he leans down, a sly grin stretching across his lips as he assures you that you’ll make a lovely feast tonight. You had already forgotten how long it's been since he last fed. His words doing little to reassure you, you begin to squirm, but you're no match for the two of them.

Hizashi's fingers slip from your mouth. The thread of saliva disconnecting to fall on your chin. “How are you doing, sweetheart?” he asks. Those few words reassuring you that you're safe. All you need to do is say the word and they'll stop what they're doing.

You lick your lips, eyes meeting his. “I'm good.”

He smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “That's right. You are a good girl.”

You're distracted, barely feeling the pinpricks when Shouta sinks his fangs into the femoral vein running down your thigh. You groan in … pleasure? Mind foggy with the promise of pleasure, clouded by endorphins and the venom seeping into your blood.

When Hizashi's spit-soaked fingers find your entrance, you see stars. The gentle flick of his thumb across your clit has your hips bucking against Shouta’s strong grip keeping you in place. Lifting his head from your thigh, he tsks at Hizashi, reprimanding the blond for making you squirm.

You can't help but be entranced at the sight of your blood coating his chin. Reaching out, you collect the trail as it runs along his neck. There’s a certain intimacy with how he takes your hand in his, kissing your fingertips before his tongue collects the traces of his meal. The reverence with which he lowers his lips to your wrist, kissing the barely noticeable scars from his past meals. The way his now clear eyes study your face, taking in the ecstasy from your other lover’s fingers curling into you.

[yaqamole]

They meet down in Southern Utah. Shouta is admiring some horses and Hizashi introduces himself as a worker that is South in order to pick up some horses for his boss. Hizashi helps Shouta get a horse so that he can get to the Valley faster by pretending that they are cousins. They bond with some resistance from Shouta. But as they talk, Shouta notes that Hizashi is much more willing to put up a facade for the Anglos than other people. And as they talk he finds that Hizashi doesn't mind it because it means that he stays safe in a world dominated by them. They disagree when it comes to approaches to them, but they remain civil. Shouta is certain that Hizashi will die due to his optimism though.

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They do not u_u

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Mmm, more Kinktober 2024 previews tonight! EraserMic , this time with a Halloween Vampire flair! Man, Present Mic is a messy eater!

[loveyismeee]

Vampire Shirakumo x Yandere Aizawa

[k-nayee]

CHAPTER 8. USJ

❝We know what we are but not what we may be.❞

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Back in the classroom after the hallway chaos you drag yourself into your seat.

Your head still pounds and you sigh, didn't get nearly as much rest as you'd hoped. 

Blinking through the lingering fog, a sight catches your attention: a visibly shaken Izuku standing in front of the class with Momo beside him, looking poised and composed.

"U-um...w-we...we should e-elect other class o-officers!" Izuku stammers under the weight of everyone's attention.

His words sink in and you can't hold back your reaction.

"Class officers?!" you hiss under your breath. 'Just what the hell happened while I was gone?!' 

The words must not have been low enough because it caught Iida's attention, his head turning quickly as he shoots you a mildly exasperated look.

"Akashiya-san!" he begins with that typical no-nonsense tone of his, "perhaps if you took better care of yourself you'd find it easier to follow along with class discussions!" He says with a firm chop of his arm making your lips curl in irritation.

"...Iida Tenya should be Class Rep. after all!" Izuku's firm claim interrupts your scathing reply, making you and Iida jump at the sudden call of the former Soumei Junior High student. "He was able to get everyone's attention in such a cool way...I-I think it'd be best for Iida to do it."

There's murmurs of agreement echoing amongst the class.

"I'm good with that!" Kirishima is the first to chime in, his usual sharp-toothed grin on display. "What Midoriya says is true. Iida was a huge help back in the cafeteria today!"

The energy in the room swells as classmates start to rally around the suggestion and you feel an unexpected urge to add your own thoughts.

"It's true!" Iida looks mildly taken aback by your endorsement, his brow lifting in surprise. "I was getting seriously hurt in that mess of a hallway..."

Your gaze softens as you send him a sweet smile, unable to resist adding a teasing, "My hero Iida~"

A faint blush rises on Iida's face as he quickly clears his throat and adjusts his glasses in hopes of it regaining his composure.

"T-thank you Akashiya-san!" he stammers, the formality in his voice almost laughable as he goes on, "Your words instill great motivation toward my goal as a hero!"

Aizawa, looking thoroughly unimpressed by the whole exchange, cuts through the lighthearted atmosphere.

"You're wasting time," his tone drier than ever as he stares at the class with an exhausted glare. "I don't care what you do—just hurry up and decide."

With that, he promptly retreats back into his sleeping bag with a mutter of something unintelligible under his breath.

"Very well," Iida steps up in front of the class with his usual posture of intensity. "If the class has nominated me then it cannot be helped. From this day forth, I, Iida Tenya, promise to do my best to carry out the duties of Class Representative!"

The room erupts with cheers. Iida's face glows with pride and his gaze lands on you amidst the cheering students.

You catch his eye, grinning as you clap along, whooping even louder just to encourage him.

You can see the slight smile he tries to hide, though the faint blush remains as he nods gratefully in your direction.

"But..." Momo's quiet voice slips through the excitement as her shoulder sloop in disappointment. "...what about me?"

"Whoop whoop! Yeah!"

"We're counting on you Emergency Exit!"

"Emergency Exit Iida!"

"Do your best!"

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You stare out the bus window, lips pressed into a thin line as UA fades further into the distance.

Every mile the bus puts between you and campus twists the knot of dread tighter in your stomach. Rescue training...Really?

The class had finally settled down after Iida's proud acceptance as class president.

Aizawa barely stirred in his sleeping bag as he muttered, "For today's hero basic training we're having three instructors: me, All Might, and one more person."

A ripple stirred through the class as curious glances were exchanged.

You didn't need to look to know everyone else's eyes were lighting up with anticipation.

"Disasters, shipwrecks, and everything in between," Aizawa continued with his usual monotone, "it's rescue training."

The color had drained from your face almost instantly while the others around buzzed with excitement.

"Rescue?" Kaminari muttered with a grin, scratching his head as he leaned back in his seat. "Looks like it'll be a lot of work this time too."

Kirishima's sharp grin spread wide as he clenched his fists, his eagerness shining through. "Right?! My arms are ready to rumble!"

Asui even added her thoughts with her big gleaming eyes. "It should be easy for me in aquatic settings. No one can beat me. Ribbit."

You slumped in your seat as everyone's energy surged in anticipation until Aizawa's voice sliced through again. "I'm not done."

He presses a button on his desk causing multiple panels in the wall to slid open revealing rows of numbered suitcases.

"You can decide if you want to wear your costume or not incase it limits your abilities," he barely spared a glance at the collection of hero gear. "This training is off-campus so we'll be taking a bus. Pack accordingly."

"Hey Akashiya, are you all right?"

You blink out of your self-pitying haze, glancing over to find Kirishima looking at you.

His brow is furrowed and there's a sincerity in his expression that makes you feel a little self-conscious.

"Oh—uh yeah!" you shift under his gaze. "Just...thinking I guess. Didn't get to recharge as much as I wanted after the hallway mess earlier." You give a short laugh hoping it comes off casual enough, but Kirishima doesn't seem fully convinced.

"I've actually been trying to speak to you for a while." He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. "But you uh, been kinda busy lately."

"Ah right." You clear your throat, not quite sure what to say. You didn't really get a chance to see him either considering all that's been happening since your induction to Class 1-A.

Kirishima's grin suddenly turns uncertain, almost shy-like as he leans a little closer.

"Hey uh...listen. I kinda...overheard you and Midoriya talking one time. You know about that uh..." he stumbles over the words before lowering his voice, "juice you drink."

The realization of what he's implying sinks in and makes you sputter. But before you can answer he's suddenly serious.

"So if you ever need...an emergency blood supply—like, uh, if you need a quick backup—I'd be glad to offer my neck or something."

Your mind blank and your mouth opens. "E-excuse me?" Was he...was he actually serious?

"Yeah you know," Kirishima continue despite his pink-tinged cheeks. "You already drank from me once right?"

You're confused at first, not sure what he was talking abut until the dawning horror in your mind hits hard.

Every time Moka took over, your memory was hazy at best—fading to fuzzy glimpses at worst. "Ah..."

He seems to fumble once realizing how strange it sounded aloud. But instead of backtracking, he looks at you earnestly before adding, "I mean I don't mind. Besides, after everything you've told me it's like the least I could do y'know?"

You force yourself to keep smiling despite the urge to completely shut down in embarrassment.

"That's...really sweet of you," your voice wavers in its polite tone, but the internal screaming is hard to ignore.

As he glances back with a bashful grin you force yourself to thank him as casually as you can. "Honestly I'm grateful, even if I may have come on too strong that time."

"Psh don't worry about it! I'm just happy to help." He gives a thumbs-up looking reassured. "Plus you look like you could really use it sometimes."

You let out another laugh ignoring the way your blood runs cold. This is bad. Very very bad.

'I did it again. First Izuku, now Kirishima...'

You really need to get your shit together and have some more self-control! If things keep going this way, you'll be surrounded with blood bonds before you know it.

As Kirishima settles back in his seat, blissfully unaware of the inner chaos his words have caused, the conversation around you shifts.

"Midoriya," Asui speaks up in her usual steady tone, "your quirk reminds me a lot of All Might's."

Her blunt observation pulls everyone's attention and you don't miss the way Izuku stiffens slightly.

A few classmates murmurs their agreement.  "Now that you mention it, he does have the whole flashy strength and moves too..."

You jump in with a quick nervous laugh hoping to steer the attention away. "Oh come on Tsu! Izuku's just the ultimate fanboy that's all! He's probably just copying All Might's style."

Izuku's eyes flick toward you, relief washing over his face as you give him a thumbs-up. The corner of his mouth form in a grateful shaky smile.

"Totally!" Kirishima adds with his usual easygoing grin. "There's no way they'd have the same power. I mean talk about improbable!"

His tone is light making Izuku's nervous tension slip a little more as he joins in with a weak chuckle.

The conversation picks up momentum as your classmates start comparing their quirks, throwing lighthearted jabs and compliments.

Kirishima looks down at his hands thoughtfully while flexing his fingers. "My hardening's pretty strong but...it doesn't look super flashy," he says with a hint of self-consciousness.

"Oh come on," Kaminari chimes in with a grin. "I think it's really cool! Definitely passable for a pro! Then again not like it matters anyway. You can have all the flash and strength you want, but if your personality's steeped in sewage like Bakugo's over there..."

He trails off with a laugh, gesturing toward Bakugo with a sly grin as the spiky blonde's eyes narrow in immediate annoyance.

"Hah? The hell you just say?!"

Asui, ignoring the banter, turns her gaze toward you. "____ I just realized something. We haven't actually seen your quirk yet in action. What exactly is it?"

You blink, taken aback as the entire class turns to look at you with sudden curiosity—even Bakugo casted a barely concealed glance in your direction.

 Feeling your face heat up you let out a sheepish laugh and clear your throat. "Right, well I have a fruit bat quirk—which means I have a thing for fruit. A lot of it actually. My body pretty much runs on fruit nutrients instead of the typical food groups."

"I like to call it Fruit Flora. It mainly involves consuming fruit but also gives me an affinity for fruit-bearing plants and plants in general. I can speed up their growth and even heal them if they're dying along with vine manipulation. I can also use the Sun to regain energy, albeit as a last resort. As for my hair," you gesture to it, "it changes with seasonal flowers—so right now it's peach blossom. But it'll shift every couple weeks to match whatever fruit I consumed in the past; roll of dice if you will."

"So that's why why you smell like that..." Uraraka mutters, though it wasn't quiet enough because she flushes once realizing you heard her. "W-wait no! I didn't mean it like th—"

"It's fine," you reassure her with a light laugh, feeling more comfortable now that the initial embarrassment is passing. "At least I get to smell like fresh fruit permanently. And as for my bat side of it; I can see in the dark better than most people and can be pretty fast and agile—especially when I need to get somewhere in a hurry. Not to mention I also have a bit of an echolocation thing where I can make small sounds to map out spaces around me.  So if we’re ever stuck in the dark I’ve got us covered!" you finish with a big grin, flashing your fangs for effect.

The fascinated murmurs after explaining your quirk brings a warmth to your cheeks and you even feel yourself relaxing a little—that was until Bakugo's low, sneering voice cuts through the noise.

"Not gonna say anything about the blood you gotta drink?" He's leaning back in his seat, arms crossed as his lips curl into a smug sneer. "Figures..."

A horrified silence fills the bus as the weight of Bakugo's words sinks in.

"Blood?!" Sero blurts out, looking caught between curiosity and horror. "Wait...is that what's in those juice packs you're always drinking?"

The heat of mortification floods your body and you scramble for something—anything—to say, but your mind blanks.

"Bakubro, c'mon man," Kirishima snaps in your defense. "There's no reason to shame someone for how their quirk works! She probably needs it to live. Besides, we all have quirks that need support! Hers is no different"

"Oh yeah?" Bakugo's smirk turns downright devilish, his eyes glinting as he shifts his gaze to the red-head. "Bet you're only saying that shit 'cause she was sucking on your neck. Ya perv."

The words hit like a bomb. Izuku,��who's been silent up until now, face twists into a hideous expression—somewhere between shock and what looks like jealousy while Kirishima goes completely red.

 "WHAT?!" They both exclaim at the same time.

You feel like you might actually sink through the floor. You raise your hands to cover your face, your mind reeling. 'This can't be happening!' 

Bakugo's vicious grin only sharpens, his gaze darting between your reactions with glee.

 "Yeah you think I wouldn't know Shitty Hair?" His voice is taunting as he leans forward. "Dumbass extras from my middle school were in the same area as you two—saw the whole thing."

"____!" Izuku's voice rings out as snaps his head to you, his wide green eyes locked onto yours. And if you didn't know better you'd sworn you saw a glint of betrayal in his gaze.

Before it can escalate any further Aizawa's voice cuts through the chaos. "We're here. Stop messing around." His dry tone silences the entire bus in an instant.

"Yes sir!" the class echoes shifting their attention to the front. 

You release a quiet sigh of relief as the bus finally comes to a halt. Stepping out, you can already see the towering dome stretching into the sky.

Izuku sidles up next to you. Fortunately his attention is caught when his gaze moves over your form.

"Um...where's your costume?" he asks, confusion lacing his tone as he glance at your P.E uniform.

Overhearing, Uraraka joins the conversation with a tilt of her head and slight pout. "Yeah! I didn't even get to see it during the Battle Trial! Why didn't you wear it?"

You purse your lips, avoiding their eyes as you let out a strained laugh. "I uh...I didn't want to risk dirtying it up."

Both of them exchange skeptical looks clearly not buying it. But before they can press any further you spot a figure in the distance and seize the opportunity.

"Wait—hold on. Is that...Space Hero Thirteen?!" you exclaim, gasping dramatically.

It works like a charm. Both Izuku and Uraraka's faces light up with excitement as they turn to the approaching hero and began babbling to each other about their quirk and incredible feats.

Relieved, you join the rest of the class as they file into the massive dome.

The inside is nothing like you expected; the massive area is segmented into various zones that look like miniature versions of disaster sites: a fiery, volcanic area, a small body of water with waves breaking against a fake shipwreck, and a dusty landslide zone complete with falling debris.

Despite your reluctance to engage in hero training, you can't help but feel a twinge of awe. It's like a over-glorified but dangerous high-stakes amusement park.

A light snicker escapes at the thought of you and your dad playing around in places like this just for the fun it.

"It's a training ground I made with different types of accidents and disasters for practice!" Thirteen explains with their usual theatrical flair. "Or as I like to call it—good ol' Unforeseen Simulation Joint. The USJ!"

The class collectively stares at them in blank confusion while you—unable to help yourself—wheeze at the familiar over-the-top acronym.

Aizawa shoots Thirteen a look, his eyebrows raised in mild impatience. He mutters a question that only a few of you catch, asking why All Might isn't present yet.

Thirteen shifts nervously, explaining that All Might overworked himself on his way to school and had to rest.

With a grumble Aizawa sighs before rubbing his temples. "We'll proceed anyway. Thirteen if you'd continue..."

They straighten up and step forward with a characteristic flourish. "Alright! Now before we begin, let me say one thing...or maybe two...or was it three? No make that four...five...six...seven...."

You blink at the growing list. 'Yeah, I'm not listening to that...'

Glancing to the side, you find yourself captivated by the clouds drifting lazily beyond the glass roof, lost in thoughts about anything other than heroic obligations.

"YEAH!"

"BRAVO!"

The sudden eruption of cheers jolts you back to reality and you glance around to see the class clapping enthusiastically, clearly inspired by the end of Thirteen's speech.

You quickly clap along and try to act like you've been paying attention all along.

"Alright," Aizawa's voice cuts through the applause. His lips press into a thin line as if he's already dreading the exercise ahead. "Let's begin—"

A sudden flickering of the lights interrupts him before leaving only the dull hum of emergency lighting overhead.

Heart jumping, you glance around alarmed. Your gaze lands on a dark purple swirling vortex as it begins to form at the large water fountain meters away.

And its the center, a pale gnarled hand emerges.

"Everyone gather together and don't move!" Aizawa barks, his stance taking one of defense. "Thirteen protect the students!"

You subconsciously take a step back as more of these shadowy figures keep appearing, each one carrying a menacing stare.

They're clad in strange clothing; some grinning while others looking deadly serious. Each one oozed a feeling of malice that sent chills up your spine.

"What's that?" Kirishima mutters as he takes a step forward to get a better look. "Is this like the entrance exam where it's already started?"

"Don't move!" Aizawa snaps, the harshness in his voice harsher freezing everyone in place.

Panic flares in your chest as you watch your teacher tug his goggles down over his eyes, his face a hardened mask.

'Wha...why is he putting on his battle gear? ' A tremor of cold creeping fear runs down your spine. You glance back at the still-growing group, their numbers swelling as they take their positions. 'Unless—'

"Those are real villains."