Heeyyy!! :) would you mind writing something for Power Loader from MHA?
I've got two things in mind:
1. The teachers are playing mario cart. Power loader Vs Kan. Power loader is laying on the ground before the Tv when Midnight decides to sit on him and tickle him to distract him. Telling him he's gonna get wrecked if he loses. (Which he does) And one of the others joins her wrecking him.
2. He was working on something alone in the workshop when the thing got loose and fell on him, trapping him under it. The construction had some vibrating parts that landed on his ribs and stomach driving him crazy. Now he had to pray and hope someone finds him soon.
Pick whatever intrigues you more.
Thanks!😁
Mario Kart Mayhem +
Late Night Repairs
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A/N: Sorry that this took so long buttttt both of your ideas were too good I had to do both 😭😭 I hope you like it!!
Lee!Power Loader
Lers! Midnight & Present Mic
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Mario Kart Mayhem
“Alright,” Present Mic announced dramatically, “same rules as always. No throwing controllers, no unplugging the console, and absolutely no blaming lag.”
“I still say the game cheats,” Power Loader grumbled, adjusting his grip on the controller.
“The game doesn’t cheat,” Aizawa deadpanned from the couch. “You’re just bad.”
“I am not bad.”
Midnight smiled sweetly. “We’ll see.”
The race countdown began.
Three… Two… One… GO!
The second the race started, Midnight suddenly plopped down on the floor beside Power Loader.
“Midnight, what are you doing?” he asked suspiciously.
“Providing emotional support.”
Before he could question it further, she poked him lightly in the side.
Power Loader jumped.
“Midnight.”
Another poke.
“Midnight.”
A third.
“Midnight, I swear—”
She grinned wickedly. “You looked stressed.”
Then she attacked.
Power Loader immediately burst into laughter as Midnight began rapidly tickling his sides.
“No—wait—Midnight! The race just started!”
“Exactly,” she said cheerfully. “Perfect timing.”
“My kart—”
On screen, his character promptly drove straight into a wall.
Present Mic cackled. “He’s already crashing! This is amazing!”
“Present, don’t encourage her!” Power Loader wheezed, trying desperately to steer while squirming away.
“Encourage her?” Present Mic said. “I’m joining.”
“Oh no.”
“Oh yes.”
Present Mic dropped onto the floor next to them and started lightly poking at Power Loader’s other side.
Power Loader completely lost it.
“You two are the worst!” he laughed, curling up as much as he could while still clutching the controller. “Stop—I’m trying to race!”
“No mercy!” Midnight declared.
“You made us think you were dead!” Present Mic added dramatically.
“I was trapped under a machine!”
“And now you’re trapped under consequences,” Midnight replied.
Aizawa glanced over briefly from the couch.
“Are you two done terrorizing him?”
“No,” both answered at the same time.
Power Loader groaned between laughs. “Aizawa, help me.”
“No.”
“Cementoss?”
Cementoss merely shrugged. “This seems like a personal matter.”
“Traitors. All of you are traitors.”
The finish line approached on-screen. Somehow, despite the chaos, Power Loader managed to move from twelfth place to tenth.
Then Midnight scribbled her fingers lightly against his ribs.
Power Loader yelped, accidentally driving straight off Rainbow Road.
Present Mic fell backward laughing.
“And there goes tenth place!”
The race ended with Power Loader finishing dead last.
Midnight immediately jumped to her feet and threw her arms into the air.
“Victory!”
Power Loader flopped dramatically onto the floor.
“I survived being crushed by industrial equipment only to be defeated by tickling.”
Present Mic wiped tears from his eyes. “Honestly? That’s way funnier.”
Power Loader pointed accusingly at Midnight.
“Next week, you’re banned from sitting next to me.”
Midnight only smiled.
“We’ll see.”
Everyone burst into laughter, and for the rest of the night, Power Loader kept one suspicious eye on Midnight whenever she got too close.
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Late-Night Repairs
The U.A. support workshop was eerily quiet at nearly midnight.
Normally, the room was filled with students testing inventions, explosions from Hatsume’s latest creations, or Power Loader lecturing someone about proper safety procedures. Tonight, however, it was silent except for the occasional hum of machinery.
Power Loader didn’t mind working late. In fact, he preferred it. No interruptions, no accidental explosions, and no Hatsume running up to him yelling about her newest “baby.”
“Peace and quiet,” he muttered as he adjusted his welding mask. “Finally.”
He had been working on repairing a large construction-training machine used by the Support Course. One of the stabilization systems had malfunctioned during class earlier that day, and Power Loader wanted it fixed before students returned in the morning.
Most of the repairs had gone smoothly.
Unfortunately, most wasn’t all.
Power Loader climbed beneath part of the machine to tighten a loose support brace. He had almost finished when he heard a faint metallic creak overhead.
His eyes narrowed.
“…That’s not supposed to sound like that.”
A second later, the entire structure shifted.
Power Loader barely had enough time to look up.
“Oh, no—”
CRASH!
Something heavy slammed down onto him, knocking the air from his lungs. Metal beams crashed around him as part of the machine collapsed, trapping him beneath the framework.
For several seconds, all he could do was lie there in stunned silence.
“…Ow.”
He tried to sit up and immediately regretted it.
The fallen machinery pinned his lower body and one arm to the ground. Worse, several detached vibration modules—parts designed to simulate construction equipment—had landed directly across his ribs and stomach.
And they were still running.
BZZZZZZ.
Power Loader froze.
“…You’ve got to be kidding me.”
The vibrations rattled against his ribs nonstop.
BZZZZZZ.
He attempted to shove them away with his free hand, but they were wedged between pieces of debris and refused to move.
“BZZZZZZ.”
Power Loader groaned loudly.
“Of all the places to land…”
The vibrations weren’t painful exactly, but they were incredibly distracting. Every few seconds, another burst would shake against his stomach and ribs, making it nearly impossible to focus.
He gritted his teeth and tried pushing the heavier beam off himself.
Nothing.
He tried again.
Still nothing.
The beam didn’t budge an inch.
Power Loader let his head fall back against the floor.
“Fantastic.”
He looked around for his phone.
No luck.
It had apparently been launched somewhere across the workshop during the collapse.
“Perfect. Absolutely perfect.”
Minutes passed.
The workshop remained silent.
BZZZZZZ.
Power Loader squeezed his eyes shut.
“Whoever designed these vibration settings clearly hated people.”
Another particularly strong pulse rattled through the devices.
He jerked involuntarily.
“Okay. Nope. This is officially terrible.”
He considered calling for help, but the workshop was heavily insulated to protect nearby classrooms from noise. At this hour, there was no guarantee anyone would hear him.
Still, he had to try.
“HELP!” he shouted.
Only silence answered him.
Power Loader sighed.
At this point, all he could really do was wait.
And hope.
He wasn’t seriously injured—at least, he didn’t think so—but being trapped under several hundred pounds of machinery was far from ideal.
“Please let someone decide to pull an all-nighter tonight,” he muttered.
Time seemed to crawl by.
Just as Power Loader was beginning to think he might spend the entire night trapped beneath the machine, the workshop doors suddenly opened.
“Power Loader?” a voice called.
Power Loader had never been so happy to hear someone in his life.
“In here!” he shouted immediately.
Footsteps hurried closer.
Aizawa rounded the corner, followed by Midnight and Present Mic, all three freezing at the sight before them.
There was a brief pause.
Present Mic blinked.
“…How?”
Power Loader stared up at the ceiling.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
Midnight knelt beside him, concern obvious on her face. “Are you hurt?”
“My pride is beyond repair.”
“And physically?”
“I’ll survive.”
Aizawa sighed, already moving to lift part of the debris.
“Why do I feel like this happens at least once a semester?”
“Because Hatsume exists,” Power Loader answered immediately.
No one argued with that.
Within minutes, the teachers managed to free him. As he slowly stood, sore and exhausted, Present Mic clapped him on the shoulder.
“You know, most people just go home after work.”
Power Loader groaned.
“Trust me. From now on, so am I.”
The others laughed as they escorted him toward Recovery Girl’s office, leaving the wrecked workshop behind for tomorrow’s problem.