Yep…uhhhh Mmh, another daddy's girl, or rather, daddy's daughter. You're Vox's little girl, you're everything to him, he kneels for you and prays for you. "D-Dad, please get up, this is embarrassing."
First of all, you two are very, very different. You're sweet, understanding, humble, and supportive, and he's a jerk, cold-minded, proud, selfish, and a shark lover. I mean, you have nothing in common; no one would ever guess you're father and daughter.
When he was alive, he never, ever told you about his cult. All you knew was that he was important to many people, but you didn't know why. "Dad, is everything alright?" "Yes, sweetheart, trust me, Dad will sort everything out," and he kisses you on the cheek.
After his death, you were alone, but you didn't give up. You promised to protect everyone, regardless of their crimes, since you couldn't save your father. "E-everyone deserves to be heard." You died, ascended to Heaven, but you wanted to see your father, to be with him. But… you were mischievous and escaped from Heaven. How? You'll find out.
When you arrived in Hell… well, it was definitely something. You weren't naive anymore. You could handle it on your own.
You encountered Vox when he was fighting Alastor (Stayed Gone). At that moment, you didn't know he was your dad… a conceited television, but he did. He saw you through one of his cameras and followed you until you were alone.
"Y-y/n?! Is that you?" "Oh, hi, yes… you know me?" "No, yes, I mean, it's me, Vincent?" You look him up and down. "Dad?"
Vox is monitoring you at all times. Literally. You're the only person in Hell whose phone isn't adware, but rather a tracking device and direct communication tool. If you stray too far from Vee territory, he'll send you a text message in furious all caps with static emojis.
I immediately took you to Vee Tower without anyone noticing. It was obvious you were an angel; your appearance gave you away. "Oh, swetty, what are you doing here?" "I came to see you, Dad." "You're so silly. You had to stay up there… where you belong."
He introduced you to Val and Velvette. You were sitting on a couch because your father told you that you had to meet some important people. "Okay, gentlemen, I present to you Y/n, my daughter." Vel and Val looked between you and Vox. Reaction? None. Similarities? None. Likes? None. "You kidnapped an angel and want to fulfill your incestuous dream or what?" Velvette says, "No, no! She's my daughter, really"… if you don't believe him.
After a while, you half believe him; you've become his favorite person, you're so cute. Vel likes to use you as a model and try clothes on you. Val (because of threats from Vox) now treats you like another father. "So you're dating my dad?" "Yes." "No"… Val looks at Vox with a "really?" face. Vox approaches you. "Listen, I'm not with anyone, because no one can replace what your mother was to me"… "Dad, it doesn't bother me that you're gay or bisexual, as long as you're happy." "Oh, so I am dating Val. I hate your bitch of a mother."
He doesn't care if you have friends, as long as they aren't "old fogies" (Alastor, Zestial) or "pathetic losers" (the Sinners from Hazbin Hotel). Velvette and Valentino adore you and are your eccentric "uncles," which Vox proudly approves of.
Sometimes, when he's stressed about a meeting with the Vees or the ratings, he asks you to touch him and make him float a little.
He does this secretly in his penthouse suite. He feels more relaxed being in the air.
He makes you special gloves so you don't accidentally activate your powers or so you can use them better.
He takes you all over Hell, shows you everything, and brags about the entire "empire" he's built.
You scold him when he's mean to someone, so he limits his words and actions when he's with you.
You confessed to him that you were in love with a blonde girl with a beautiful smile.
You don't really like him spoiling you; you find it excessive. "Daddy, it's not necessary, I already have… plenty."
You're the only person for whom Vox tries (and fails miserably) not to use foul language. If you blurt out "Damn wiring!", he immediately looks at you and says, "Sorry, honey, that silly wiring just threw me off. I should really use the word 'aberration' instead."
When I kidnap Alastor, he tells you they're friends and that nothing goes against Alastor's wishes. "Wait, you're the father of the girl I like," Alastor says, smiling even more from under the cloth over his mouth. "W-what?!"
You were scared of your father's sharks, but you quickly gained confidence and started swimming with them. Once, you even pulled Veck out of the tank and made her float with your zero gravity. "Y/N, honey, did you see my…" "Hi, Daddy."
The real gift (and the ultimate show of affection) is that he turns off his screens for you. If you're having a really bad day or need to talk, he'll turn off his transmissions, dim his face, and stare at you (without any static flickering) while you speak. It's his ultimate vulnerability.
✮⋆˙ - izuku midoriya : izuku physically cannot stand still. he has to be moving somehow, but he isn't really aware of this. he tends to have a habit of playing with his hair, whether it's running his fingers through it or twirling his finger around a few strands, you find it being the cutest thing ever. you never point it out though, because you know he would burst into a flustered mess and stop whenever he catches himself doing it. you find it cute, but he would find it so embarassing.
✮⋆˙ - katsuki bakugou : we all know this man is great in the kitchen. so, whenever you catch him cooking a meal for you, (or himself, mostly himself...) all you could do is smile. on one occasion, you were out running errands. you had come across an apron with the lettering "kiss the cook" on it. you picked it up with a smirk, imagined how he'd look in it, but you had figured he would just scold you for it. so, you put it back.
✮⋆˙ - shoto todoroki : he's so chronically offline. whenever you ask to do something trendy with him, he tilts his head at the idea and raises a brow at you. whenever you use any form of slang, he's just as confused. you try to explain, he still doesn't get it. urban dictionary is his best friend. the reason you don't explain this kind of stuff to him is because of that silly, clueless face he makes when he has no idea what you're talking about. it's a foreign language to him, but he tries his hardest to understand you.
✮⋆˙ - eijiro kirishima : kiri loves to manhandle you. tossing you over his shoulder, tackling you, throwing you onto the couch, anything like that leaves you a giggling mess. he knows you love it, too. he enjoys it just as much as you do.
✮⋆˙ - denki kaminari : he is always smiling. that has to be one of your favorite things about him. he has the teethiest smile after he does literally anything, especially when he does things to impress you. he has the most contagious smile you've ever seen. you love to see him smile, and you would do anything to make sure he's always cheesing.
✮⋆˙ - tenya iida : he is so damn respectful. i know we all are aware of this fact already but i want to put emphasis on it. walking down the street, he'd always help an elderly person. walking in/out of a store, of course he'd hold the door for the person behind you. he never forgets his manners. this is your favorite part about him, all you can do is admire.
✮⋆˙ - hanta sero : sero is not afraid to make things for you. you having a bad day? oh, he actually made you guys matching bracelets. he has a bead and string collection because he knows you love jewelry. he's also great at origami, he's always available to give you something. he can definitely crochet. you still sleep with the fat elephant he made you. you think its adorable, and you keep everything he gives you.
✮⋆˙ mina ashido : you love it when she asks to dance with you. she holds her hand out to you with a grin before pulling you into a tight embrace. it doesn't matter what the fuck kind of music is playing, megan thee stallion or lana del rey, you two will be dancing. she asks you so unexpectedly, but you don't complain. there will never be a boring moment with mina.
✮⋆˙ : tsuyu asui : tsu isn't much of a talker, but that definitely changes once she's with you. you guys have occasional yap sessions, some of them pertaining to nothing specific at all, you two just talk just to talk. you wanna gossip? she's all ears. you have something on your mind you think is stupid? she needs to hear it. she always listens to you, even if what you say makes no sense. she's so interested in what you have to say, you never feel like you're talking to a brick wall when you're with her.
✮⋆˙ - ochaco uraraka : karaoke. car karaoke is your guy's personal favorite. only one of your hands on the wheel, all four windows down, music to the max. usually, you would find this embarrassing. but ochaco always seems so happy singing with you. katy perry, wave to earth, laufey, taylor swift, red velvet, any artist of your choice. she loves listening to music with you, often sharing earbuds. but she definitely prefers borderline screaming in the car with you. you secretly admire each other, taking short, (maybe not so short) glances at one another. the way she's enjoying herself makes your heart melt knowing how comfortable she is with you.
✮⋆˙ kyoka jirou : she obviously plays her instruments to you. you love when she shows you snippets on some things she's been working on. the way she's so passionate and absolutely amazing at the thing she enjoys leaves you in a trance. her voice is music to your ears, and a soft smile grazes her lips when she notices how hard you're staring at her. if she could play you songs forever, she definitely would.
✮⋆˙ momo yaoyorozu : like sero, her love language is gift giving. since she's rich, she used to often travel before attending U.A. she has countless souvenirs from a variety of other countries, some you didn't even know existed. she also loves taking you on shopping sprees, she doesn't mind at all. momo does so much for you, and all you can do to return the favor is show her an endless amount of affection. you feel guilty she does all this stuff for you, but she assures you that it's okay and she loves doing this for you and seeing you happy. your heart drops to your knees. (in a good way, of course. <3)
[Uraraka is seen sitting on the couch, doing some homework with a soft smile on her face]
[Y/N seeing this in the distance]
M!Reader : Perfect opportunity~✨
[Y/N sneakily walks up to the couch, hiding behind it, coming out from behind the couch and swiftly leans in and plants a kiss on her cheek]
M!Reader : Surprise kiss!!
[Y/N said in excitement, Uraraka blinks a few times to process–her face turns bright red in an instant, eyes wide in surprise, and she closes her face with her arms and starts floating up from the couch]
[Meanwhile Y/N who was chuckling with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and shocked to see Uraraka starts floating]
M!Reader : Ochaco!
[Y/N immediately tries to grab her by the leg–Buuuut she was already to high to reach]
.....
[Jirou casually walks in drinking from a soda can, looks up to see Uraraka already hit the ceiling of the building]
—I decided to make some content of my favorite character this time, I don't see many people often making content for her, give my girl some love please!! (#｀ー´)
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Ochaco isn't the type to get crushes, or that's what she likes to tell herself, because God forbid she actually confesses to someone she likes. Not that she has a problem with any type of commitment, or communication, shes just terrified of rejection, of someone playing with her feelings ina very vulnerable moment like a confession.
So when she saw you enter for the first time the Class 1A classroom, she felt that familiar fear rising in her chest, she tried to downplay it at first, it wasn't the first time she felt things for a girl, that wasn't the problem. You were just so... perfect in her eyes, she couldn't believe that you were so effortlessly beautiful, so strong, so smart, she was whipped.
And obviously, she wouldn't say a peep to you. You two lock eyes during class? She immediately focuses on the floor with a flushed expression, or the ceiling starts looking very interesting. You get to spar together in an activity? She immediately gets stiff and nervous, making sure she doesn't go too hard on you. Whenever her friends ask her why she gets so awkward when you talk to her, she tries to brush it off with a smile.
"I think that you like her.. ribbit.."
Muttered Tsuyu whilst eating from her white rice bowl, Ochaco and her friends were eating lunchtime in the cafeteria, Izuku, and Tenya arched their eyebrows at Tsuyu's inquisition, Shoto continued eating unbothered by the situation. Ochaco's face flushed red and rapidly waved in the air, panicking and becoming a flustered mess.
"W-WHAT! NO! I- WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT!"
Tenya chimed into the conversation, pointing his index finger to the ceiling, speaking in that nerdy matter-of-fact tone of his
"Well, you do act very stiffly around her and get unusually nervous when she's around, an unusual behavior considering your lively personality... which is why Tsuyu gets the conclusion of yoru feelings towards her."
Ochaco remained dumbfounded at her friends statement. She simply huffed through her nose and started eating rapidly, as if the faster she finished her food the faster the earth would swallow her. Yeah, she was a tiny bit obvious, probably anyone with decent observation skill could see that.
"Well, you should confess, of course if that's the case! I mean, i don't think that she will reject you! At least in a mean way..."
Added izuku, smiling softly and looking at Ochaco, receiving a glare in response that made him immediately retreat and continue eating his katsudon lunch. But his words had struck Ochaco in the heart, she was scared of being made fun of, the mere idea of you laughing in her face if she confessed making her feel dizzy..
But somehow the way Izuku said it so casually gave her a mix of emotions, the way it sounded so easy to do.. so easy to confess what you felt for someone, it was intriguing to her. And at the sams time she thought it was ridiculous, not like you two were that close for her to confess.
But here she was, after classes ended inside her dorm, pacing around with her arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed with concentration. Her mind was a swarm of different thoughts —which in the majority, if not all of them, were about you—, was ot really that bad to say what she felt? I mean, was rejection even that bad? She was so lost in thought that she didn't even realize she was already floating in the air, she didn't bother to come down, too busy thinking.
And that's when it hit her, a love letter!
She just had to write something down on a piece of paper and hand it to you! It was perfect, she could empty her whole heart with ink without the problem of getting all worked up in front of you. That's when she fell onto the hard floor of her dorm, but she quickly stood up and searched for a piece of paper and a pen, when she had her tools, she sat down to write on her desk.
She had no idea what to write.
Her big brown eyes stared down at the blank paper and sighed, groaning softly and resting her forehead against the desk, wondering why she was the victim of her own feelings. Ochaco silently wished that all of her unspoken feelings could posses her and take control of her body, walk up to your dorm, knock on your door and just take your face with her palms —the idea of your soft skin against her palms made a shiver run down her spine— to press a kiss on your soft lips.
But she knew that wasn't an option.. so she started writing.
The next day, she didn't even bother to talk to anyone, too focused on her task. At the end of the day, she had to give you that love letter, there was no other option, because even if she retracted a tiny bit, that would crumble all of her determination. Her eyes constantly went towards the clock ticking on the wall inside the classroom. Counting each second, each minute, each hour for the end of the day to arrive.
Ochaco always knew that you were the last to leave the classroom since you enjoyed tidying up your stuff correctly and not leaving like an animal the way your other classmates did.
So when the final class rolled, she sat in her seat nervously, seeing everyone rush out, her eyes never left yours, Ochaco couldn't believe what she was about to do, the time she sat there felt like eternity. She had told her friends her plan earlier that day so that they were aware of what she was about to do.
Just when you were leaving your seat to walk out of the classroom, she rapidly stood up and walked over to you, taking your wrist ina gentle grip, but firm enough to make you stay. Her big brown eyes looked at you, her lips pursed and here face a tiny bit flushed with a light pink shade.
You turned around, your eyes lighting up slightly when you saw who it was, offering her a kind smile
"Oh! Hi Ochaco, what happ-"
"Uh.. please take this!"
She rapidly placed a white envelope in your hand and took a step back, you were taken aback when she interrupted you, but your attention rapidly went to the envelope in your hand, and before Ochaco could protest about how you should read it in private, you already opened it and read the letter silently.
"Truth to be told, I didn't know how to say this, this might be the worst-written letter in all time, I didn't even want to confess this way, but promise me you'll be gentle. I really admire you, you're so strong, you have so much kindness in your heart, you're so beautiful, words can't even describe how much my heart races whenever we talk. I may not be exceptional like many other girls, but please consider this confession. I really like you. Would you go on a date with me?"
Slowly, you looked up and looked at her in the eyes, your heart thumping against your chest as she nervously fidgeted with a strand of her hair. She felt dumb, she couldn't even bring herself to speak now that you knew the truth. But all of those thoughts thay attacked her head went to the drain when she felt your lips press gently in the corner of her mouth.
The whole world stopped
Her eyes widened and she looked at you as you leaned closer, feeling like she'd pass out.
"When are you free then?"
You mumbled softly as you slowly moved away from her face, looking at her with a softened gaze, with just a simple gesture, showing that you reciprocated her feelings.
She couldn't even believe this, this was the best day of her life! She rapidly composed herself and chuckled nervously, feeling her face as hot as the sun.
"Uh.. is Friday good for you?"
You nodded with a smile
"Friday it is!"
For the first time in a good while, Ochaco felt like she was unstoppable, like she had the whole world in the palm of her hand.
day 3 — key | ochako uraraka x reader
♱ fantasy au, mentions of death (hanging), witchcraft, etc.
life in a cell is no fun — or at least it wouldn’t be if you had a guard other than ochako.
you were so close to freedom. with the change of seasons came a ban on witchcraft, and your coven was forced to flee the capital city. you had been one of the last to leave, having doubled back for your grimoire, when the king’s legion had intercepted you in the woods on your way out of the kingdom. you’ve been holed up in the dungeons ever since.
all the other guards treat you like a dangerous animal, like you’ll lash out if they get too close or show you even a shred of humanity (and you would, if you had access to your spell book). but not ochako. she sits on the other side of the bars, maintaining idle conversation, slips you extra rations when she can, rambles on about her day as she stands guard over your cell. she brought you bandages and patched up the wounds the guard had inflicted when she first met you. she might be a last good person alive in this place.
she’s late today. it’s unusual. normally she even goes as far as to show up early in order to relieve whoever takes the shift before her (and to spend more time with you).
her smile is a bit forlorn when she arrives, and she waits until the previous knight has left to speak.
“seems like our time’s nearly up, friend.”
your heart drops. “what?”
“king’s ordered the final purge of the witches. the few we’ve managed to get are to be…to be executed tomorrow, at sunset.”
your nails scrape the stone below, rage boiling in your veins. you calm some when she kneels beside you, eyes soft like melting cocoa. metal scrapes stone when she slides something under the bars, clinking against your boot.
a key. the very key that unlocks your cell.
she winks, and though her smile is bittersweet, there’s a sparkle of mischief in her eyes. “figured you might want this.”
your fingers close around the cool metal and you stare up at her in shock. “you’ll be hung in my place…”
she shrugs as you rush to unlock the door. the armor looks heavy on her shoulders. “kinda hate my job anyway.”
you pause a minute as you close the cell, studying her face carefully. the torchlight illuminates her features in a way that tugs at your heart. you’ve come to be quite fond of her.
“come with me.”
she blinks. “really?”
“sure. my magic and your blade? we’ll be unstoppable,” you joke.
she smiles. “if they don’t hang us first.”
dedicating this to @chaoslibra and @littleshamrock <33
Ft. Shota, Katsuki, Hitoshi, Izuku, Shoto, Eri & gn! reader
Synopsis: Born by dysfunctional parents, Shota Aizawa takes it upon himself to adopt a litter of kids to give them the best chance life could offer them.
Or... [A family with different parents try to beat any obstacle that come their way, though they couldn't have done this without the help of their adopted father; Shota.]
Cw: language, drinking, smoking, substance abuse, death mention, a bit of angst, quirkless! au, humor, slight sexual themes nothing to graphic, gender neutral reader!, updates once a month or so
Honorable Supporting Cast: Denki Kaminari [The best friend], Kyoka Jiro [The friend], Eijiro Kirishima [The love interest], Ochaco Uraraka [The friend], Tenya Iida [The love interest/Ex], Mina Ashido [The friend/Ex], Momo Yaoyorozu [The love Interest], Hanta Sero [The love interest] & other extras that aren't important
Music of the chapter: Sober to Death — Car Seat Headrest
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When the weekend is over, the weekday has started. Alarm ringing, Shota was the first to wake up. He woke up earlier than everyone since he had to get himself ready. Annoyingly enough, as a teacher, parents are expected for them to be professionally dressed and be a modern citizen to their kids unless he wished to be criticized for every lint. However, through his many years of teaching and the constant nagging of entitled parents who think they not only own him, but his classroom as well, he’s had the misfortunes of training his ears to block them.
The first step of his routine was making a light breakfast, so stepping out of his room towards the kitchen he passed by Denki who slept on the couch. Placing a box of healthy cereals—said by company—on the table and a bowl of fruit that needs to be finished before expiration, he headed back into his room to get dressed.
About forty something minutes later, everyone was out the door and inside the van, getting a ride to school as it was too cold to be walking and with the sidewalks frozen, Shota wasn’t too keen on his kids coming to school with a broken tailbone. Another couple minutes later they arrived at school, mingling with their friends.
“F/n, did you finish last week's assignment?” Kyoka asked as she sat in Izuku's seat for the meantime, “I only need the last question and it’s been overdue.”
“Does it look like I get my assignments done before the due date?” They asked, typing away at their phone.
“You’re so reliable.” She sarcastically said with a roll of her eyes and turned to Hanta, “You get yours done?”
“Mina has it.” Shooting noises emitted from his phone, “I kind of guessed on them all, so I don’t think I got them right.”
Huffing, Kyoka eyed the room, “Is there anyone here who’s actually helpful.”
Just as she said that, Shoto entered the classroom with Momo tagging behind. They were scoping out a couple classrooms for her club and they wanted to get it done before other clubs that were on the waitlist took the good ones. Papers in hand, Shoto threw one down at F/n’s desk before proceeding to the others, “Sign it before next class.”
“What is it?” Looking it over, F/n spun around to face the heterochromia male, “You were actually serious?”
“Yes.” He nodded as he headed over to Izuku who sat by Ochaco.
“Meh.” Kyoka shrugged as she signed her paper, “At least someone’s willing to help.”
Rolling their eyes, F/n signed it and returned back to her phone, “Hey, Shoto, can Neito join?”
“Neito!?” Hanta snapped his head at them, brows raised almost to his hairline, but most importantly, heart racing at the mention of his names escaping their lips.
“Wait a second, I thought you and Neito were over?” The short-haired girl questionably eyed F/n.
“We’re friends.” F/n stated, texting the certain crazy blonde.
“Friends?” Scoffing, Hanta glanced at their phone, hoping to see a text that could mean something other than friends, “You can’t be friends with your ex’s. It always leads to you dating them again.”
“He’s right.” Shoto nodded, “There’s Tenya for example.”
“Yeah, him and two other examples." Kyoka chuckled, “But, seriously, we know where you two will end up.”
Standing up, F/n mumbled underneath their breath, annoyed at their remarks, “Assholes.”
Seeing them head for the classroom door, Hanta stood up as well, “Wait, where are you going? Class is about to start?”
“To go find Denki.” They turned back to glare at them, “At least he’d understand.”
The scent of F/n’s shampoo or body wash hit Momo and Tenya’s nose. That oh-so familiar hit sent the four eyed male back and for Momo it tickled her perfectly shaped nose. Secretly, they were listening in on F/n’s conversation and while the vice representative wasn’t familiar with the blonde, the other male knew him quite well. After their breakup, he heard from Izuku that F/n had started dating Neito after spotting them holding hands. It wasn’t even a week! Either way, hearing F/n was talking to their ex, struck a disappointing feeling in them.
“This is going to be so exciting!” Ochaco handed Momo the club sign up sheet, “I’m so glad there’s going to be a study club. Do you know how many people in here need that?”
She subtly glanced over to the other side where Denki, Hanta, Mina and F/n sat, “You’ll be helping a lot of people out.”
Smiling, Momo looked towards the classroom door, “I’m glad, I just wished other people were willing to see how exciting it is to get their grades up. When I first thought of the idea, I didn’t think anyone was willing to join, but then I brought it to Shoto and he was willing to help.”
“How come you didn’t think of that, Tenya?” Izuku asked him.
“Because I had other important matters.” He responded, “And we all know no one would join. You had Shoto sign all your names without even asking.”
“True.” Izuku shrugged, “But, you could have done something other than a study club. It’s good if the club leader is someone with impeccable grades and we get good recognition for college.”
Eyeing him, Tenya crossed his arms as he mumbled underneath his breath, “Sometimes, I feel like that’s all you see me as.”
Nervously chuckling, Izuku stood up and headed for his seat as the bell rang, “Of course not…”
As the students scattered to their classroom and with the teacher joining in, long boring hours of lectures began. While Hizashi was rather enthusiastic about teaching stuff that none of the students would remember when they reach adulthood, in their seat, F/n carefully munched on some sweet, soft, yet a bit sour candy thanks to Denki. With Hizashi’s loud voice, nobody in the front area could be able to hear the crinkle of the bag.
For those around F/n, no one bothered to rat them out since they were friends. Except for that black-hair ponytail girl who was the vice class representative that sat behind them, but F/n was sure she wouldn’t say anything with how discreet they were. What F/n didn’t know was that Momo already knew she was snacking away instead of learning and if she didn’t hold a small tiny crush on F/n, she would have said something.
So when Momo heard another crinkle of the bag, she let out a small sigh as she looked down to her paper where she’s written information in neat handwriting. She knows as the vice class representative she would need to correct F/n’s behaviour, but she’s never spoken to them. She just transferred to class 1-A and in the midst of her excitement, her eyes latched onto F/n’s back and she didn’t think such a crush would emerge, after all, there was nothing special about F/n. The only thing they had was their attractiveness, but despite shooing away flowers that emerged every time Momo glanced at them, her small crush would never go away.
Perhaps, speaking to F/n would help the heart palpitation—that messed with her schooling—go away. However, slowly glancing at the back of F/n’s figure, another sigh was let out and she instead looked back down to her boring sheet of paper.
Hearing that sigh, Shoto glanced at his friend. It’s no lie he was very observant, so when he spotted the occasional glances thrown at F/n, his eyes moved to the candy bag in their hands. Picking up his eraser, he threw it towards F/n, successfully hitting the side of their head.
“Dude, ow.” F/n whispered, turning around while rubbing the spot and glaring at Shoto, “The hell was that for?”
“I want some candy.” He extended his arm, “Give it.”
“Not even a please?” They scoffed and with Hizashi’s back was faced towards them, they handed Shoto the bag, “Don’t finish it you fat fuck.”
With the bag in his hands, he took some for himself before looking at Momo. He figured her eying his sibling and looking sad was because she craved some sweets, “Do you want some?”
“U-uh,” She stammered, eyeing him before looking back up to see if their teacher was looking. He wasn’t, as instead F/n had begun to turn around and with wide eyes, they met and when F/n smiled at her, petals of bloomed flowers fluttered around as a coat of blush dusted her cheeks, “...O-okay, thank you…”
Hearing and smelling candy, Fumikage turned around. The three students froze and when he raised his hand, they flinched as they feared he would rat. However, his hand was extended to them from his lap and bundled in his palms were a cup of noodles, “I’ll give you some if you give me some.”
Grinning, F/n snatched the bag and handed it to Fumikage.
The lunch bell rang after excruciating hours. With the cafeteria cluttered in noise, Kyoka annoyingly sighed at her phone, “The League of Villains are ruining all my gigs. They’re already a famous band, so why are they going to small setups instead of concerts?”
Slurping on the rest of Fumikage noodles that had turned cold, F/n looked out the cafeteria window, “When are they coming? I’ve been meaning to go to their concert, but they haven’t been doing any shows near us.”
“You are not going to their concert if they’re taking my opportunity to become famous.” She placed her phone down, “They’re not even underground and how did a bunch of grown men and one teenager even get famous?”
“‘Cause they’re smoking hot. Especially that Tomura guy.” F/n responded after swallowing, “Shit, the things I’d do to him.”
“Uh…” Denki eyed them, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face, “You have questionable taste in men.”
“Look who’s talking.” F/n glared at him.
“At least my ladies are around my age.” Denki chomped down on some chicken bites, “Yours are old as hell.”
“He’s twenty one.” F/n pointed their chopsticks at him, “That's like a five year age gap. Besides, as long as I’m the one in control, there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“First of all, gross. Second of all, that's gross." Kyoka eyed them weirdly, “And third of all, where the hell did everyone go? Don’t tell me we got ditched.”
“Maybe they got tired of F/n ex’s staring at us.” Denki shrugged, stuffing another spoonful in his mouth, “Or they got tired of you.”
“Please!” F/n boastfully exclaimed, a grin rising and placing a hand on their chest, “No one can get tired of this face!”
“I can.” All heads turned to Hitoshi and his tired attitude received a glare from F/n, “Come help me find this book for one of my classes.”
“Why me?” F/n finished the rest of their noodles, “Go ask Katsuki. He knows where every book is.”
“And he claims he isn’t a bookworm.” Kyoka said as she gathered her supplies, “Let’s go F/n, I need to turn in a book anyways.”
Standing with his meal, Denki ate quicker as he followed behind, “Do you think the librarian will notice me eating?”
While they headed for the library, in a room that would now be used as Momo’s club, Eijiro and Katsuki reluctantly helped Shoto prepare the club room that would be used after school. Today would be the first day and while the others weren’t as excited as Momo was, the heterochromia was happy to help his very dear friend.
Coughing like an old man whose allergies had been acting up, Katsuki waved his hand in the air trying to get rid of any dust that lingered in the supply closet, “No way in hell are we going to host that club here!”
“Yeah, Shoto.” Eijiro coughed into his arm, “I get that you’re doing this to help a friend out, but wouldn’t it be better for Momo to wait a couple more months for a better room? I heard that the cult club was shutting down, so maybe Momo could put in her request for that room.”
“All it needs is a little clean up.” Shoto said as he sat on a desk with a book in his hand, “And do you know how long Momo had to wait for this room to even be open?”
“How long?” The red-head asked, wiping the windows with a rag.
“A week.” The sound of his book turning a page was heard.
Turning his head to the youngest male, an eye of the blonde’s twitch, “..And why the hell are you sitting around?”
“I did most of the work.” Shoto uncaringly replied, “So that means I get to do nothing and make sure you don’t miss any dirty spots.”
Throwing the dirty rag away, Eijiro asked the two-toned male, “And when you mean you did most of the work, you mean…?”
“Looking for this room.” Shoto replied, “Where’s Izuku? He’s supposed to be helping.”
“Probably sucking Pink cheek’s face.” The blonde grunted as he pulled a desk from the closet. There were only two in there, so they’d need to ask for more, "Have him clean the bathroom for not being here—better yet, have him haul those extra desks from next door.”
“Nah, Izuku doesn't have the balls to move to second base.” Eijiro chuckled before it turned into a laugh, “He’s not even on first base!”
Throwing a box of kleenex at the red-heads…head, Shoto huffed as he checked the time on his phone, “Less talking, more working. We have to get this done before lunch ends. Momo still needs to decorate this place.”
“Tsk, then she should be here.” Eijiro mumbled as he rubbed the side of his head, “And no way we’re going to get this done, we have fifteen minutes left.”
“Which is why you shut your mouth and keep working.” Katsuki annoyingly said as he set the last desk down with a loud bang and pointed at Shoto, “And you better be paying us for doing this shit for free. Be fucking lucky I’m even showing up to help a bunch of dumbasses who couldn’t study even if a gun was pointed to their head.”
