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A TEASE A DAY BRINGS YOU CLOSER TO DEATH IS DISCONTINUED

so i decided to discontinue it a long time ago bc i realised this shit doesnt have a good and planned out storyline/plot so i want to start another ff w better and planned plot and storyline

sorry guys !

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LOCKS — TODOROKI SHOUTO X GN!READER

hero!todoroki x small villain!reader

just a small oneshot :)))

it was just another day in the city of musutafu (a sunday, to be exact), a large billow of smoke had arisen from a particularly colossal building imprinted with the logo of the renowned japanese bank.

citizens were surging out the vast entrance of the structure in hordes, evacuating from the ablaze building. the indoor fire protection was activated, sprinklers hovering above the floors misted water whilst a noisome fire alarm chimed through the entire building. but the fire was only a mechanism for distracting others.

they knew it'd be put out within seconds.

infiltrated villains cutting off the power source at the same time, nightfall shrouded the interior of the bank. and with the security cameras shut down temporarily as well as most personages steered away, stygian silhouettes sidled through the dark, advancing forth towards vaults masked underground.

an ensemble of villains had penetrated the bank.

a heist had begun.

but of course, with the presence of villains (especially supervillains), comes the appearance of heroes and pro heroes. pro heroes had been deployed for the case of villains infiltrating the bank structure and firetrap issue along with several other smaller heroes.

within moments, the heroes slinked into the closed building with ease and began searching for the invaders in the dimness of their night-vision goggles. they gingerly crept through the hallways, watching their feet and poking around every corner with caution.

meanwhile, a cloaked figure was piling wads and wads of cash into their plastic bag of groceries from the bank counters, the majority of their body close to the ground and almost hidden to outsiders and guards positioned outside.

albeit the amount of bills accessible in the front isn't as much as the vaults, it was still an assload. and honestly? you don't mind as long as you stay away from the fight between the supervillains and pro heroes who are all probably underground and near the safes.

as a lowkey and not-very-known villain (or just mere thief), you saw a crack of light glinting at you so you just heaved at the swaying string of opportunity and took it.

one drawer after another, your fingers tugged on the handle and miraculously, it tailed your hand and hauled open. soon enough, all of them were emptied and files were bestrewed everywhere.

you plopped down on the beige carpet as your hands lay beside you, and grinned at the hidden stack of cash in the plastic bag hooked between your dainty digits. standing up after resting for a minute or two, you were ready to leave the structure when you heard faint murmurs.

"there seems to be someone else here."

the low voice was placid and collected; most likely a hero or some sort. muted static noises echoed through the hall after, you couldn't really decipher what they were speaking of but you caught a part of it and naturally piecing the parts together, you figured it out.

check but be careful.

prowling towards ledges pinned to the brown walls, you attempted to not make a single noise. but apparently god hated you and wanted to see the sight of you in all your glory of the orange prison uniform again — you forgot the plastic bag hitched to your hand.

the crinkle of plastic drew in the attention of the hero, and a flare of ignited flames flickered through the spacious room, "don't move."

your head snapped to his direction and your eyes met. his tone was trilling with hoar and you swore that it sent frost coursing through your system. despite his flames, a thick rime concealed the whole of the left side of his body. his hair was mingled with a peculiar mixture of white and red whilst a rigid look was flowing within his mismatched eyes.

you felt your heart halt.

let's just say you've never scaled up a wall so fast in your life before that you thought you could be a professional rock climbing expert, whilst reminiscing the horrors of it afterwards. a frigid yet enflaming sensation shadowed you as you mounted the narrow platforms.

anyways, you seized onto the vent's iron bars (the door basically) and tossed yourself into the cramped space as you shut the metallic trap door with haste. you continued worming your way through the passage in fear of the hero capturing you. you definitely don't want to get roasted by those blazes and tore at by his icicles.

after what seemed like five minutes of adrenaline brimming your blood vessels and your head pounding in a state of frenzy, you reached where you came from at last. squinting your eyes at the daylight radiance, you repelled yourself down the opening of the vent; where a head of flaxen leaning against his motorbike was.

"ah, you're finally back! " denki said as a grin stretched across his lips. he lent a hand towards you and the cash-filled plastic bag. "c'mon, let's go. it seems that someone might be searching for you," he teased whilst pointing at the almost frost veiled vent entrance.

"oh god, yes we have to go now," your jaw slacked in utter terror of the destruction.

you boarded the back seat of the stolen motorbike and just as the both of you were ready to yeet out of there and spend all the bank money on some lavish buffet in town, the half and half boy appeared again and glided down one of his ice-make slides like the showoff™ he is.

with the flick of his wrist, several ice glaciers arose around the pair as the engine of the motorbike revved and propelled towards the big road.

shouto materialised a path to tail the filthy thieves when one of his classmates spoke to him through the intercom, "don't, todoroki-kun! just come back for now, please."

you were startled to see him halt all his attacks all of a sudden but you took the chance and yelled, "hah you failed yourself, fire boy!"

— a ball of fire came launching at you just after denki drove the bike onto proper road. it missed you just by a foot but still scared you shitless, making you hold onto denki like your dear mother.

shouto gritting his teeth at izuku's words and soft tone, he begrudgingly let you and pikachu boi go your merry way, glaring at you both as he retreated back into the building through the front door.

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MAD — YANDERE! NAGITO KOMAEDA X FEMALE! READER、NSFW

1.3k words

WARNING: dark themes, degrading, handcuffs, iLLEGALLY IMPRISONING SOMEONE

uhh mirror play? and handcuffs?

Your head pounded against your skull as your eyes gradually fluttered open. Blinking at your foreign surroundings, uneasiness slowly crept up your mind as your vision cleared up to the dark.

Sitting upright, you attempted to move your limbs that felt strangely tied and confined, the cushiony duvet under you crinkling at the movement. The rustle of metal reverberated into your ear while you tried to move your hand to pry at the uncomfortable ring of thing around your other hand and ankles.

Metal?

Puzzled, you continued to meddle around the crisp metal, fingers touching the thing around your wrist and extending to reach forward and explore what was connected to it.

Chains.

Why would someone try to chain you down?

Your breath hitched at the endless possibilities of situations you may be thrown into, slight fear clawed at your body and goosebumps protruded from your skin.

Your heart sprang up when the door in the corner suddenly opened, weak cracks of piercing light seeped in. You focused your sight on the figure that entered. The familiar dishevelled blonde hair and puffy green coat on him, it was someone you knew.

"Nagito-san?" you asked, letting him know that you're here in case he didn't see you. Seeing that Nagito's gaze turned to you, you then continued, "Can you help me get out of these cuffs, please? I don't know who did this but—"

"I did."

Your eyes widened at the friendly-looking boy standing by what seems to be the entrance or your exit to the room, your mouth opened to speak but you felt speechless at the weight of how shocking it was.

"You—did ... this? Why?"

You were never that close to Nagito, he was always this friend that was polite and friendly almost all the time. You never showed any romantic affection towards him nor gave him hints of it.

"So we can be together forever, of course," Nagito lifted up your chin with his smooth finger, a grin close to madness shone directly in your face, "isn't that nice Y/N?" The boy blinked in feigned innocence, his bloodshot eyes reflecting your aghast and blanched features clearly.

"... Nagito-san? Are you p-playing a joke? Can you please let me go now? It's not funny," your voice quavered as you spoke, your irises venturing anywhere but Nagito's grey eyes that were brimming with insanity in front of you.

For a moment, you heard no response from Nagito so you peeked at him with the corner of your eyes.

Nagito remained silent as you skimmed the half of his sickly pale features that were under the white light, contorted into an indifferent expression. A frosty and alarming sensation rose up your back when you studied the other half of his face cast in shadow.

"You think I'm joking?" he finally said, breaking the pregnant silence, his voice throaty and hoarse. Hooding his eyes slightly, an icy smile was pulled up to Nagito's lips while he hoisted his head up, "Well ... I guess I'll show you what I mean then."

"Please don't ... please—" you implored to Nagito, you stammered back and away from him, shaking your head profusely.

"You don't want to obey me?"

Nagito seized your wrist that was trembling, stopping you from backing away further.

"That's alright, I have my ways to make you listen."

You bit your lip, determined to not let any moans slip out your mouth, the skin under your teeth seeped with little blood as your eyes watered at the rough thrusts your walls were taking in.

"Why aren't you making any sound, hm? You know I love your voice so much," you heard Nagito's crazed voice ask beside you, you let out a yelp as you felt his canines nibbling on your ear and his grip on your thighs tightening.

His movements below stopped, your walls itched for friction but his cock remained buried inside you, stationary. Chewing on your bottom lip, you watched Nagito with red eyes, restraining the urge to beg for him to resume his actions.

Nagito chuckled at the look on your face, he shrugged and remarked, "You gotta ask if you want it."

You snapped your head to your side as you heard his words, cheeks puffed up at the grievance. The two clouds of salmon dusted across your face set off a striking aura, a tone that made Nagito want to fuck you until he could see your body full of all his marks and your face stained with tear marks afterwards.

"Ah, you know what? Screw it."

"Ngh—!" you accidentally let a moan slip out, feeling Nagito's cock reaching further depths as he tugged you legs to hook around his slim but packed waist.

"Cute."

As if to reward you or some sort, Nagito lowered his body and took your lips in his, tongue sweeping through you before you could reject. The numb yet sweet sensation hauled you into a trance, your tense muscles softened and walls below tightened, making Nagito suddenly take a sharp breath at the pleasure of your taut passage.

One hand under your bottom to hold you up and the other squeezing your thigh, Nagito stood up to his feet all of a sudden, making you wail in surprise as the tip of his cock cram against a sensitive place.

Your arms scrambled to circle around Nagito's neck to keep yourself balanced as he walked towards the standing mirror in the corner of the room, his rod pushing into you repeatedly, his cock sliding in deeper due to the position.

He perched himself down on the chair in front of the large mirror, setting you in his lap, your privates still connected closely.

A hand clasped at your waist as he sent his crotch up to you continuously, his tongue whirling around one nipple, fingers twisted and stroked at the other until it was jutting out, swollen and reddened from his teasing ways.

"Look at how good you're eating me in," Nagito whispered into your ear, a quiet laugh reverberating from him and his hand twisting your head to look at the mirror.

Your eyes couldn't help but take a peer at the two mingling figures in the mirror, immediately twisting your gaze elsewhere. Heat rose along your neck and face as Nagito grasped your hip to lift you up before dropping you down on his hard cock.

Over and over again until your voice was croaky from the constant shrill of moans and your entrance glowed pink, inflamed.

"You'll always be mine, right?" questioned Nagito, voice slightly muted as he sunk his face in your neck, peppering bites and licks all over while his thumb roughly kneaded your clit, providing triple the charge of pleasure struck through your body.

"Y—... Yes," the peculiar feeling in his tone drew you to answer him. You were deeply buried inside another world, sanity away in a faraway place, drowned in torturous pleasure.

Your body shook as you came for the third time, his cock slid in and out of you harder in enthusiasm, the sound of skin-slapping together echoed through the room loudly. The sticky fluid in you splashed against the tip of Nagito's cock, some amount escaping your walls on leaking onto the cold floor below you.

"There's no going back on your word now, darling~" Nagito hummed, the tint of joy in his tone blood-curdling to your ears.

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TENT STUFF — TODOROKI SHOUTO X MALE!READER、NSFW

2k words

todoroki’s top! once again :))

tent play ;)

"I can't believe I stargazed with my fucking best friend instead of some hot chick or something," you complained to Todoroki, sighing as you let yourself fall in the soft mattress in the tent.

"... ouch."

Todoroki was stunted for a bit before he let it go with a joking 'ouch'. Although, it was a puzzle how you even heard the joking tone in his voice despite it being indifferent as usual.

"Sorry man, it's the truth." As Todoroki crawled (yes crawled) into the small tent, you shrugged at him nonchalantly. "But luckily," you rummaged through your bag for a glass bottle and proceeded to shake it in Todoroki's direction with a huge grin, "I stole some white wine from home and brought it here!"

"Want some?"

"Sure." Todoroki received the bottle of white wine you held out to him, he took a brief sip while you downed a huge gulp.

"Y'know, ever since entering Yuuei, I haven't gone camping in the wild or anythin' until now," a little tipsy here and there, you began doing the classic 'spilling secrets and talking bullshit to your bff while drunk' thing.

"I haven't too since ...—" The weak smile on Todoroki's lips faded away as he trailed off into silence.

"Ahah well, this would be a first for both of us then!" seeing the desolate cast of shadow on Todoroki's face, you quickly interjected him and hooked an arm around his shoulder closely.

"Cheers!"

Todoroki pulled a small smile at your attempt of changing the subject, the bottle in his hand made a clinking sound as it clashed with yours. He swilled down a gulp of the alcohol while you downed nearly half of it, regretting it later on when the back of your throat scorched with the acidic feeling of the liquid flowing down.

"God, I forgot I couldn't tolerate alcohol well, now I feel dizzy as fuck—" your blurry vision concentrated on Todoroki — the way his features were enhanced in the faint light of the torch, how his adam's apple moved as he drank the alcohol, his face that was brisk yet gorgeous as always, "—and Shouto, I feel like I have an urge to do something," you said to Todoroki amidst your drunken state, an intoxicated grin lighting your features.

With the aid of alcohol driving you to the locked-up space in your brain, you lowered your head and planted a solid kiss on Todoroki's lips, the tail of your eyes narrowing into a tipsy and crazed smile as you did.

A hand shoved you back before you even knew what you were doing, your jaw slacked open once you realised what had happened.

"Do you—" Todoroki uttered before halting himself midway, his wide, heterochromatic eyes gaped at you, lips opened in shock at the gesture.

Burying your coloured up face in one hand, you mumbled through your palm in a muffled tone, "... yeah—I-I ... might have a ... crush on you."

Todoroki didn't respond, you thought perhaps he didn't hear you. "Sorry, I didn't know what got into me—I-I-I really didn't mean that—no wait I did but—" you sighed, "I'll just—get out of here myse—" you hastily apologised to him, your gaze averted to anywhere except for Todoroki's eyes, picking up a bottle of white wine that had a lost cap (you could care less about that) for you to drink outside.

Todoroki stifled your rambling that was going out of control with his lips, he pulled you back into the tent and onto him. The uncapped bottle began spilling on both your bodies and the mattress, but both of you paid no notice to the knocked over liquid.

Your legs tangled together, your wrist in his hand as you hovered over him, your elbows propping you up as you stared at Todoroki.

"What was that?" you questioned through your panting.

"My answer—to your confession," Todoroki whispered, his head dipped down, hiding the bit of red painting his neck and cheeks but revealing the heat climbing up his ears to you.

Oh, fuck everything, whoever can take this definitely isn't a man, you thought as the last string keeping your sanity together snapped at Todoroki's answer.

With the last bit of sanity in you gone, you tugged his chin up and connected your lips swiftly. As s if a switch had been turned on, Todoroki pushed you down to the soft mattress, taking the dominant role from you.

Todoroki straddled your waist lightly, his tongue embroiled with yours, your teeth-gnashing against each other while he pinned you down with force. His icy palm cupped your cheeks, another hand was rested beside your head to keep him suspended above you.

The sensation of Todoroki's tongue rubbing against the walls of your oral cavity, his body close to you, the aroma of his shampoo you could smell as strands of his red hair fell on your face sent blood gushing down to your cock. It poked against Todoroki's back proudly.

Withdrawing his lips from yours, Todoroki twisted his upper body back to look at what had been so uncomfortably resting against his back. His lips that were now red and swollen (very porn-ish, you'd remark) parted as he raised a brow at the thing that had been poking him in the back.

"Stop staring and g-get on or don't do it!"

The irritated look in your irises contrasted the streaks of crimson burning around your eyes, your lips were inflamed with his shallow bite marks, and to Todoroki—it honestly just made him want to fuck you until you can't get out of bed even more.

"Okay." Todoroki gave a faint laugh at the red rim around the tip of your ears before he unzipped your pants and pulled it off.

Almost immediately a wisp of cold air hit your bare legs, you winced at the frosty touch of the breeze but the feeling of something on your clothed cock distracted your focus. Todoroki palmed you through the thin fabric of your boxer, his middle finger slowly stroked your cock up and down.

The pleasure you felt on your cock was limited from the indirect touch, you wanted more. Craving more contact, you cuffed your fingers onto Todoroki's sweatpants and pulled it down along with his boxers.

You sat up and tugged the band of your boxers down, clasping Todoroki's cock in your hand, you drew his crotch closer to yours and rubbed both your cocks together.

"A-Ah ..." you let out a quiet whimper as you felt his cock scrape against yours, your neck arching up and eyes rolling up at the sensation.

Todoroki's eyes grew dark at the slipped moan, he covered your hand with his, holding your hand and beginning moving it along your cocks as he stuck another hand up your shirt.

Stroking and pinching at the two sensitive spots on your chest, your hand that was in Todoroki's grip grew weak at the twitching in your cock, you fell back on the soft mattress.

Todoroki's digits were shoved into your mouth, you curled your tongue around his fingers on instinct, wetting the skin. When he withdrew his fingers, they were trickling with your sticky strings of saliva that shone in the dim moonlight.

With his drenched fingers, Todoroki circled the rim of your hole slowly before pushing a finger into you.

You took a deep breath at the strange feeling of Todoroki's slim digit moving in and out of you. Your breath hitched when he added force to his two fingers and pressed down on a certain spot in you.

"Don't—don't touch that place," you lowly gnarled, though the hoarse, husky voice only weakened the vicious intent in your tone.

So obviously, Todoroki didn't listen.

Convulsing as Todoroki rammed his fingers into the same sweet spot every time, you clawed onto the surface of the mattress under you.

"I got—ngh ... condoms in my—bag."

One hand, fingers stroking at your prostate inside you, another hand fishing through your bag for the condoms.

Todoroki brought the condom foil to his mouth and ripped the package open with his teeth. Tossing away the foil, he swiftly put the condom over his cock and parted your legs to the side widely.

Sinking his cock into you at a slow pace, Todoroki clenched his jaw to contain the brimming urge to just take your waist and slam into you as he felt your walls tightening around him.

Both of you let it a breath of relief when his cock buried in fully, the pain at your ass gradually dissipated away and replaced by a shock of pleasure every time the thing in you hit your prostate hard.

Furrowing his brow at the unsatisfaction of your current position, Todoroki pulled out, earning a whine from you as your thirst was left to burn. He hauled you up onto your knees, his arm was hitched around you to keep your body up.

As his cock pushed into your body, a croaky groan slipped from your throat, your torso fell back into Todoroki's embrace and knees stretched out wider to enable him to reach deeper places in you. So deep to the point that you were wheezing for more air.

Todoroki's hand crept down to your erected cock as you arched your back at the heavy thrust he gave you, straight to the deep spot in you again. His fingers tightened around your rod, palming you while he worked behind you.

You turned your head back midway through the process, welcoming the sight of Todoroki's face that was so tempting that you wanted to push him down and fuck him instead (not possible).

The sweat on Todoroki's temples was glossy in the dark torchlight, leaking down the side of his cheek, the grim desire in his eyes threatened to eat you up, his throat that was protruding and chiselled, littered in sweat too. He released the hand on your waist to pull your chin and smashed his lips on yours.

"You said you wanted to fuck me instead?" Todoroki asked all of a sudden unexpectedly, usually apathetic voice dyed with amusement. His lips hovered in front of yours closely, hot breath tickling against your skin.

The slightest bit scared of him, you shakily laughed and replied to him, "Ahahahah, where did you hear that from Shouto, I—" The boy behind you stopped you before you could continue further. He pulled his cock out to the tip and slammed into you harshly, his tongue roaming deep into your mouth, leaving nowhere untouched.

The constant teasing from Todoroki, licking and biting at your lips, while his hips didn't stop rocking into you rake and crush his bare arm, probably going to leave red marks for both of you to discover the day after, at the overwhelming pleasuring coming from your joint site.

The enclosed space felt hot and steamy, your face couldn't help but grow red at the heat and the pleasure from the continuous rocking movement under you. The feeling of Todoroki's cock in you, penetrating through your gut and your legs, even your whole body, that bounced forward in at every thrust while you were in a kneeling position.

"Hah ... can you s-slow down ...?" you begged with cloudy puppy eyes, voice gentler and softer than before with an erotic tinge to it — it only brought you more misery, as Todoroki locked your arms behind your back and plunged his cock into you harder to the point that you couldn't speak a full sentence properly.

You yelped at the sudden increase in pace and the frequency of his cock pressing against your prostate, your body gave out on you and the only thing keeping you up was Todoroki's arm circled around your torso, abusing your nipples.

"Sorry."

You could hear Todoroki mutter a brief apology, his soft lips planting messy but calming pecks around your nape, yet his actions below never slowed down or halted once.

Your eyes sealed, you gnawed on your lip and took the relentless blows of thrusts on your prostate behind you plus the euphoric feeling of Todoroki's fingers serving your cock in front, letting out an accidental moan or wail every now and then.

All of a sudden, as Todoroki thrust his hip up and slam against that sensitive place one last time, your cock twitched while the shock of the last hit travelled through your body and caused you to spill out all your seeds on both of your bare bodies.

With the unintentional contraction of your walls around Todoroki's cock, only moments after your orgasm, you felt a rush of warmth inside you as he released his load into the condom and tightened his arm's grasp around you.

Both of you were exhausted after the intense exercise, or so you thought Todoroki was tired too.

You rested on the mattress, ready to put yourself to slumber when a hand squeezed the ticklish skin by your waist. Your ears picked up the sound of foil being torn and rustling behind you before slender fingers spread your legs apart and a hot, stiff object poked against your back entrance.

Oh shit.

"Another round?!"

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WHOOPS — KAMINARI DENKI X MALE!READER、NSFW

2k words!

KAMINARI IS TOP AND MIGHT BE OOC KAMINARI IS TOP AND MIGHT BE OOC KAMINARI IS TOP AND MIGHT BE OOC Just to make it clear.

bathroom play heheheeh

It was a Saturday night — no, Sunday morning to be precise — you reclined yourself on the long, comfy sofa in the living room, going on round after round of PUBG dully.

The sound of your avatar in the game echoed throughout the room, showing how empty the house was. You were alone at home since your roommate, Kaminari Denki, was probably out at some club or karaoke while you decided to halt your nightlife for a moment.

It was when you clicked into your nth match of PUBG that a thud reverberated from the front door. Startled by the sudden sound, you looked through the fisheye of the door before opening the door to a sober and stressed Kirishima and a drunk Kaminari.

As soon as Kirishima saw you, he shoved the drunk mustard head towards you and left as quickly as he could, leaving you to stare at Kaminari while Kaminari gazed at you with a blurry look too.

"Are you drunk?"

Kaminari let out a slight hiccup as he leaned against the wall, pointing a quaking finger at you, he stammered, "N-N-No I'm not."

Clearly.

Albeit Kaminari would be a pain in the ass as a drunkard, a good idea came across your mind that is full of yellow waste.

An impish smile played by your lips while you approached a vulnerable Kaminari, you picked the boy up by the waist and brought him all the way to the bathroom. Setting Kaminari down in the bathtub, you flicked open the tap and water began gushing out from the opening, filling the tub.

"C-Cold!" Kaminari screeched, he sprang up a little at the icy temperature of the water but you pressed him down to keep him from scrambling off.

"Don't worry I'll warm you up."

Your fingers leisurely unbound the buttons on Kaminari's white, translucent dress shirt as you loomed over the edge of the bathtub to reach. Wan skin began unveiling under your vision when Kaminari cracked an eye open and groaned at the feathery touch around him.

As Kaminari's sight cleared up gradually, he flopped up slightly at the realisation of what you were attempting to do, "W-W-What are you doing?"

"You."

Before Kaminari could respond to the highly inappropriate line, you took Kaminari's chin in your fingers swiftly and connected your lips as you lowered his head. Tongue diving straight through between the opening, you stepped into the bathtub to deepen the kiss.

One hand holding Kaminari's chin and the other planted firmly against the wall above Kaminari's head. You wedged a knee between Kaminari's legs, teasingly stroking against the boy's groin while you nibbled on Kaminari's bottom lip to create a reaction from him.

The ticklish sensation ravaging Kaminari's mouth made all the muscles in his body halt their work, you shifted an arm to slither around Kaminari's waist as he became a puddle of jelly in your domineering assault.

Engulfed in each other's scent, the alcoholic whiff drenching Kaminari's body seemed to bring you into an intoxicated state as well, surrounding him.

Reaching a hand down towards Kaminari's aching crotch, your fingers flexibly popped open the button but didn't go further, only circling a middle finger on the tent below, luring a longing whimper from the boy. You withdrew his lips from Kaminari's, leaving an erotic string to stretch between them.

"Ah, looks like you're pretty awake, huh?"

To Kaminari's disappointment, you didn't continue touching him but instead unzipped your pants with one hand and stared at Kaminari with raised brows. As if saying, what are you waiting for?

Tortured by the pleasure that he was stopped from, Kaminari brought himself towards your crotch. Fingers hooking on the waistband of the boxers, Kaminari tugged it down to reveal an already standing cock springing up in his face.

Pink and pretty.

As Kaminari clasped a hand around the cock firmly, his tongue lapped slightly at the tip of your cock, tempting out a low grumble from above. Another hand clawing at the inside of your thigh, Kaminari let his mouth take in the protruding rod while his fingers remain locked at the bottom of the cock, you didn't realise sooner as the overwhelming feeling fell over you.

Sucking and licking at the stem, Kaminari slinked his fingers towards the tip, delving the crack open wider slightly and thumb rubbing at the crevice. You groaned at the euphoric yet throbbing sensation coursing at your cock, body weakening into shallow waters of the tub.

The knot within you quickly came to the brink of unravelling but Kaminari's fingers sealed around the bottom of your cock halted that, the pleasure raking around your entire body, rendering you paralysed. You were completely vulnerable and Kaminari took advantage of that.

A hand extending out for the body wash bottle, Kaminari squeezed a large amount onto his fingers. The viscous liquid trickling down his hand acted as a lube substance as he circled a digit around the hole behind you before sending it in smoothly.

"Ah!"

"W-Wait, what are ... hhh ... you doing?" you shakily questioned, lifting your eyes at Kaminari, he hoisted up a trembling hand to stop Kaminari to no avail as the latter attached his lips to the tip of your cock and sucked harshly, erupting a surprised moan from him.

Head rising up to look at you, a grin that mirrored the one formed on your features earlier appeared on Kaminari.

"Yo-u."

Though Kaminari's tone was a bit shaky at the inappropriate phrase, it didn't stop him from sounding even alluring than usual, voice masked with a magnetic ring, lower than usual.

Fuck, karma's a bitch, were the lines that ran through your mind as you melted into Kaminari's arms and control, very fucked in both contexts.

One finger.

Two fingers.

Three fingers.

Kaminari reached out for the sneakers just beside the bathtub as one hand remained closed around your cock. Removing the shoelace from the shoe, Kaminari skillfully secured around the base of your cock in place of his fingers while his other hand resumed thrusting through the tight region.

Kaminari's lips sealed the fractures of whimpers let out from your throat, his digits brushed against the deepest spot in you. In which you arched your back and quivered at, the veins encircling your cock jutting out more while the painful thrill tormented you.

"Ngh ... t-ake it off ..." you muttered in a low tone between your heavy breaths and groans, extending a hand to loosen the tie but a firm grip around your wrist halted your movement.

"Nah, it looks pretty there, " poking fun at you, Kaminari's steaming, drunken breath prodded against the reddening shell of your ear, "doesn't it?" As Kaminari spoke, his fingers didn't stop too, flicking the tip of your cock, squeezing and stroking the testicles. He stared into your sober yet blurry eyes with a provocative gaze.

"I'm coming in," Kaminari hums with a hooked tone beside your ear, withdrawing his finger from your hole, gleaming with your sticky liquid. One hand clutched onto your thigh, leaving pale red claw marks, Kaminari's cock teasingly grazed against the pink opening but not going in just yet. And to that, you lazed below him, not resisting or anything.

Might as well enjoy it if you can't stop it.

You thought on the positive side, though enjoy would be an overstatement, as looking at the shoelace tied around your cock made your balls ache.

Kaminari's throbbing cock slowly entering you, a ripping feeling twinged at your rear despite the full foreplay before that. Your facial complexion blanched down to paper white, a roll of sweat dripping down your temple, you gnawed on your bottom lip to the point of bleeding to clog up the painful moans rippling out your throat.

"JSSHDKJSHk tAKE IT OUT!"

"Ah sorry, I'll be quick!"

And with that, Kaminari's entire cock sunk in.

"AH—!"

The sudden movement had your nails raking across Kaminari's waist in the agony of having a foreign matter deep inside you, you shut your eyes tightly, lips coming apart into a faint groan.

"I—am ... n-never going to be bo-ttom after ... hh—this!"

The feeling of having something intruding at the back, the way you could feel the trace of Kaminari's cock in you made you embarrassed yet excited. The rod scorched your insides as it scraped against the contracting walls and delved deeper, squelching against the viscid fluids released from your body lewdly.

But you still preferred to be the one fucking than be the one fucked.

"Yeah sure," Kaminari laughed into your neck, his voice hoarser and lower than usual, "if you can even get the chance to."

Raising his head, Kaminari silenced you before another complaint came out from your mouth. Lips clashing together and tongue slipping through the gap between teeth, you relaxed your body from the euphoric feeling and your backside seemed to be less tense.

As Kaminari clutched onto your waist, he began rocking his hips hard into you without any rhythm, the tip of his cock barely prodding against the sweet spot in you but it still brought out a string of pleasured yet pained curses from you.

All of a sudden, Kaminari picked you up from the bathtub, standing up to his feet by the side of the tub whilst your private parts remained connected.

"Ah, is that where it is?"

The sudden change of position caused a pitched yelp from you. The cock ravaging your walls pressed against the one spot in you that brought great pleasure, teasingly rubbing over the same area repeatedly, you clutched onto Kaminari harder.

"A-Ah n-ot there ngh ... it's t-too deep!"

"Hahahah ... then shall I go harder instead?" Kaminari joked along with him, his movements never stopping even one second.

Being set on the sink, the frigid sensation of the porcelain mixed with the flaming rod ramming through you instantly sent a small whimper out of your swollen lips with the contrast of temperature.

Kaminari frowned lightly in his drunken state. Not satisfied with the position they were in, he hoisted a leg onto his shoulder while his hand pulled at your ankle to open up more space, giving him more access to send himself in deeper.

Settling his hand by your hip, Kaminari began another round of assault. His cock reached all the way through you with every thrust, kneading at your prostate gland in rapid motions. You could only groan at the growing pain of not being able to reach your peak, letting out faint whimpers while you clutched onto the edge of the sink with your hand.

Chin tipped upwards and back arched, your barely opened eyes stared at the mess at your crotch. Despite your cock being strained by the tight shoelace, the translucent white liquid leaked out the opening, some slowly oozing down the side of your cock towards the sticky puddle below you.

"Didn't—... know you had it in y-you hahah ..." you said to Kaminari between breaths, a light laugh reverberating from you while you fell back into another trance of moans as Kaminari slammed into you harder.

Kaminari sped up his grinding as his climax gradually approached, seeming to get rougher with his thrusts. You bit at your lip, feeling your cock throbbed in both suffering and thrill, being stimulated every time Kaminari's abdomen brushed against the tip whilst his cock filled you up wholly.

Lips weaved together once more, his cock sucked in hard by your walls, his hand clasping your hip in his palms, with one last hard thrust, a spurt of hot liquid was released into the deepest part in you. And a continuous string of milky cum ejected out of your cock, onto both your bodies when Kaminari pulled loose the shoestring around your cock at the same time.

The overwhelming pleasure put you into a state of extreme pleasure and euphoria. Kaminari rested his face in your neck, one of your legs still hanging over his shoulder, as you quivered vigorously at the climax, discharging your load in an uninterrupted chain of white liquid.

"I bet I can fuck you better than this," despite being worn out after such an exercise, you provoked Kaminari whilst he cleaned you up in the bathtub.

"Hahaha, sure." Hearing the challenging tone in your voice, Kaminari lifted his head up to gaze at you, eyes narrowed into a grin as his finger inside you pressed at your prostate gland, erupting a whine from you.

"Goddamnit."

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new blog here 嘿嘿

hey! since i thought starting a new blog for writing ffs would be gr8 so i did.

i think it would mainly be centred around animes like bnha and tka, idol producer s1 & s2, some kpop groups, cpop artists, etc

and feel free to uh request some imagines, scenarios, fluff, smut, angst through ask since it’s open :)

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A TEASE A DAY BRINGS YOU CLOSER TO YOUR DEATH  007

SPECIAL CHAPTER  001

BEACH FUN WEEKEND 001/? despite being called beach fun weekend, unfortunately, there is no beach involved in this chapter.

"Heyyy, you guys wanna like go to the beach on the weekends?" Denki mentions out of nowhere during the morning tutor time (in which is just free time because Aizawa has nothing to announce), he leans forward onto the desk they were mostly around.

Several classmates perk up at the idea, and seeing that some are interested, Denki continues with a little more enthusiasm, eyes twinkling in the artificial light as he does, "Like we go there on Friday and stay three days and two nights."

"But don't we have school on Friday?" the cool girl with a head jack asks, one brow cocked at Denki's suggestion as she bops to her Spotify playlist and reclines against a desk close by.

"It's our national day on Friday so it's a public holiday! And what are you supposed to do on a public holiday?"

"Go out and have fun! "

"Stay home and rot! "

Uraraka's upbeat and eager voice clashes with Denki's lower one as both of them answer the latter's previous question. The two spin their heads to each other's direction.

"........."

"........o.o"

Uraraka breaks the ice first and dismisses it off with an embarrassed giggle as she rubs the back of her ear awkwardly while the rest of the class burst out into hoots of laughter at her choice of words.

"Ahahaahah sorry, sorry," Uraraka briefly apologises to Denki (who's pretty much turned his attention back to the beach trip again) as she tucks her head down slightly in bashfulness.

As Denki's very good bro, Kirishima instantly livens up to support his friend's plans, he lifts an avid arm up, "I wanna go to the trip!"

The rest of the class get fueled up by his attitude and joined the beach fun squad one after another. However, this boost is fractured when a dampened remark is tossed in the middle of the conversation, and the excitement between the students subsides with the sound.

"Why go there? The beach is so boring."

This comes from no other than Y/N, who's sat on a random chair with his slender legs extended out broadly, lips wide apart from yawning. He tips his neck back in boredom as he looks at them through his hooded eyes.

"We get to see the girls in bikinis if they go," Denki attempts to convince Y/N, speaking into his ear in a low whisper (which is loud enough pretty much everyone to hear) — the heated steam that prods against his ear stunts him for a second, inducing a red ear, but Y/N composes himself to a better position hastily.

The girls' faces mangle at the outright persuasion from Denki, some flaring into a shy coral flush, some into twisted features of disdain, and others just casual.

"... this is a bit hard to decide," Y/N says, feigning hesitation as he rubs the tip of his chin with two fingers (as if his eyes didn't light up when Denki said bikinis) before a sly, rascally grin takes over his eyes, "...... but I think I'm in!"

After that, gradually one by one, the students begin yelling out their decisions, which cause the classroom to be instantly filled with din. But on the other hand with Y/N, he sidles towards the back where the half and half boy is during the clamour and fluidly makes himself comfortable on Shouto's desk.

"Aye Shouto, you gonna come?" Y/N says in a higher voice into Shouto's ear. Not a flinch nor recoil is countered by the latter, he only rotates his head towards Y/N's direction without any passion in his mismatch irises.

"No."

"Awh why?"

"Don't want to."

"... I heard the girls might go in bikinis, so are you sure you don't want to?" casting out a suggestive offer to Shouto, Y/N writhes his brows in a provocative way, a roguish grin by his florid lips.

"No."

"I'll ... get you some snacks and candies?"

Shouto: "......" Damnit.

"... Fine."

——speaking of snacks, candies and Shouto, it's just something that Y/N found out by accident or maybe not really.

One day after school, Y/N was just strolling down the streets with Shouto (aka just walking beside Shouto until he has to go to his part-time). He rambled about random things that occurred recently and peculiar happenings he saw on the internet when he realised Shouto's sight shifted from the front to the shop they just passed by — which was Sweetu Sweetu, a branch of the popular chain store that sells one of the best desserts and snacks in Musutafu.

To Y/N it seems that for once, Shouto's features weren't distant as always, his eyes were blinking with a moment of daze; as if a child's. It seems that the ice that had been screening off his expressions from the outside world had melted, but didn't take long before his gaze returned to his regular frigid filter.

A mini smile formed on Y/N face as he observed Shouto.

"Aye Shouto."

Albeit no vocal response was given, Shouto twisted his head over to Y/N's direction.

"Can you go inside the candy shop with me? I want to buy some snacks for my little sister," Y/N questioned him, one hand tugging at Shouto's uniform sleeve and the other forefinger gesturing at the store.

"Oh."

Shouto allowed Y/N to lug him into the store as he kept silent. Though when they entered the shop, his attention wasn't on the wonders within but on the lean, firm fingers that encircled his wrist.

It felt as if the pleasant sun rays strewing across his bare skin during winter. Shouto wouldn't deny that he was to the least disappointed when Y/N released his grip on his wrist but for the first time, the grin on Y/N's features that he always found irritating seemed ... a little warm.

"Never thought you would follow me into these shops haha!"

Shouto: "......." He took back the scary thought he had just a bit ago.

But an invisible string tugged at the corner of Shouto's lips, but Y/N's back was to him or not the boy would have definitely poked fun at him.

Though, Y/N did hear a hum from Shouto, seeming to be in a higher pitch than usual. He let out a subdued chuckle before continuing to pick out some sweets for S/N.

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[ YAYAYAY WE'RE GOING TO THE BEACH!!! ]

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kaminari denki added uraraka ochako, l/n y/n, bakugou katsuki, yaoyorozu momo, jirou kyouka, midoriya izuku, kirishima eijirou, hagakure tooru, mina ashido, iida tenya, asui tsuyu, mineta minoru, sero hanta

BAKUGOU KATSUKI: what the fuck is this

BAKUGOU KATSUKI: im leaving

bakugou katsuki left kaminari denki added bakugou katsuki

KAMINARI DENKI: aiiii dont leave me so quickly man

L/N Y/N: hok on i just wok from my nsp

L/N Y/N: wahys gojng on

HAGAKURE TOORU: yeah whats this

HAGAKURE TOORU: is it a gc for our plans on the weekends or smth

KAMINARI DENKI: bingo

KAMINARI DENKI: so basically we re gonna meet at bakugous house on friday at like 7

KAMINARI DENKI: then the bus will pick us up there and we ll be goin to the beach!

URARAKA OCHAKO: great!

URARAKA OCHAKO: luckily theres a public holiday on friday so we can play longer ahhahahaha

BAKUGOU KATSUKI: hold on thats not great

BAKUGOU KATSUKI: why r we meeting by my house and how do u know where my hosue is

KAMNARI DENKI: bcs your house is closest to the skl of course and

KAMINARI DENKI: i know everyones house :)))

L/N Y/N: spooky

BAKUGOU KATSUKI: i refuse to let u all near my house

BAKUGOU KATSUKI: go to kaminaris house or just meet at skl

L/N Y/N: nah

ASUI TSUYU: why are we meeting so early

KAMINARI DENKI: of course so we can have more time to have fun when we get to the beach!

ASUI TSUYU: oh good point

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On the actual day of the trip, a group of teens in all kinds of attire gather just below where Katsuki's apartment is, going on rambles between themselves by the time they planned to meet at.

Peeking around and counting up the number of people, Y/N cambers his head at the absence of a certain mustard boy. He hoists his fingers up to knead at his jaw and questions Kirishima beside him, "Hold up, where's Denki?"

"Yeah, wasn't he the one who organised this so shouldn't he be here?"

"Oh, he told me to tell you guys he's grounded," Kirishima announces to the rest of the class (in which most of them have questions marks hovering over them) as he scratches his nape apologetically.

"And that bastard just expects us to go have fun without him?"

"Yes."

Despite Denki's truancy, the class still board the bus already loitering by the side of the road near them. The bus is one that has two columns of seats on one side and another column on the other side of the walkway, befitting for the small class.

"Tell the bus driver to stop at XXX XXX XXX later," Y/N says to Kirishima before stepping onto the stairs to the bus.

"Oh oh oh! Are we going to get Kaminari?" Tooru, who Y/N chooses to sit beside blurts out while he perches on the seat just beside her at the third row, bobbing up and down in an excited manner.

"Yep."

And the bus drives off onto the road, towards where Denki's house is.

The bus arrives around Denki's house twenty minutes later, in a neighbourhood of modern houses.

"Okay, how are we going to do this?" Y/N questions the bus as he stands up from his seat near the front, resting an arm on the back of a chair.

"Why not ... L/N you go up to his bedroom window and bring him down?" Kirishima suggests while he hoists an arm up.

"Huh? Why me?"

"Your quirk, duh," Katsuki's vexed voice inserts himself in (Y/N can almost imagine the eye roll he's doing at the same time).

"Oh okay then."

The bus parked just some distance from Denki's house, Y/N goes down and slithers towards the side of his house where Kirishima estimated Denki's room should be.

With the support of his quirk, Y/N effortlessly vaults up the wall surrounding Denki's house and lunges onto the window ledge (that is wide enough for Y/N to sit on to his luck). The window is sealed shut, though the curtains are tied to the sides and open.

From that view, Y/N can just see Denki laying on his side on top of his bed, his head bouncing to some music as he scrolls through his phone, back to the window. Knocking on the glass, Y/N attempts to get the mustard boy's attention, which he obviously doesn't get.

"Fuck, he has airpods in," grousing under his breath, Y/N fumbles around his pockets for his phone. He taps open Denki's contacts as he rings him up, Denki inside the room also receiving the call at the same time.

"Oh hey, Y/N. Sorry about not being able to come but—"

Y/N cuts him off while he stares at Denki's figure in the room, "Just shut up and open the window."

The mustard boy instantly twists his head to the window where Y/N is, eyes wide and taken aback that Y/N is just sitting there. Hurrying over to the window, Denki gropes around for the lever of the window, his fingers scrambling around hastily.

As soon as the window cracks open, Y/N hops into Denki's room and sprawls out on his bed (Y/N should mention that it is very fluffy). "Finally," he exhales.

"What are you doing here?" Denki asks, seating himself beside Y/N on the bed, he lays a hand on Y/N's knee and drums his fingers gently on the bone.

"To get you of course," Y/N blurts out with a flirt as he rises upright and clasps a digit under Denki's chin to tip it up towards him, lighting up with a smile brimmed with teasing malice.

"And doesn't it feel like those plots where the guy sneaks the girl out of her house in those American shows?"

"Hahhaahah who's the guy and who's the girl here then?"

"I'm the guy, of course, look at the position we're in." Y/N arcs his brow with a challenging grin to Denki, chin toppling upwards.

Chuckling lightly before poking out a tongue to lick his lips, Denki turns over his gaze from Y/N's exposed neck and jutting collarbones. "Sure," he remarks as he keeps his irises away from Y/N's neck.

Y/N gives a brief laugh at the tone in that 'Sure' before recoiling up from the bed, looking down at Denki while he says and holds a hand out, "Anyways, let's go."

"I can't." Denki's head sags down, he purses his lips into a pout and drops his hand from the boy's knee.

"Why not?"

"My parents."

"Hmm ..." Y/N rubs a finger over his mouth, pondering before coming up with an idea, "Then ... I'll sneak you out first then ask Iida to talk to your parents and convince them?"

"And even if they don't get persuaded you're already on the bus anyways," in a low volume, Y/N adds as he veils the top of his lip with a hand.

"But like—"

Denki is interrupted by the grating of his bedroom door, a woman peeks inside to call him when she realises the surprise visitor in his room, "Ki-chan, come ea—who are you?"

"Pffft Ki-chan ..." Y/N puffs out into a short snigger at the pet name, obviously forgetting the new person in the room (his future mother in law), but he eventually looks up and halts his silliness as he realises his inappropriate behaviour.

Standing up to his feet and shuffling bashfully towards Denki's mother, he greets his future mother in law with a brittle ninety-degree bow. "A-Ah, hi ma'am. I'm your son's best friend and I'm just well ... uh ..." he delays slightly while his brain goes shortcut at thinking of a valid excuse.

Y/N sucks in a ball of air before pressing his lips together in a restless manner, he confesses to his future mother in law truthfully, "I'm trying to sneak him out." Observing the woman's features, he waits for her reply with a tauten jowl.

"In no way will I—"

"I swear we'll bring him back in pieces—I mean in whole! "

Y/N builds on again before his future mother in law can even respond to his swear, he sticks up three fingers, "And I'll stick with him throughout the whole thing to make sure he's safe!"

"......"

"... please? "

"Do you really want to go, Ki-chan?" Denki's mother twists to her son to question, who nods his head vigorously in turn. She heaves a heavy sigh and finally loosens up her proctective urges, "... alright then go, quickly before your father realises you're gone and I'll deal with him."

Before the woman realises, a blur of mustard frizz pounces onto her into a tight bear hug. It takes a while for her to snap out of her stunted state, she shakes her head and simpers at her son's child-like antics.

"Thanks, okaa-san!" Denki's smothered voice can barely be heard by Y/N as the boy buries his face on his mother's thin shoulder.

"Thank you, ma'am!" Y/N bows formally towards the elder woman with a polite, genuine smile hanging off his lips while Denki withdrew from his mother's embrace.

"We'll have fun!" Y/N says and waves an arm to the woman as he tucks an arm around Denki's waist, leaning himself by the side of the window.

Albeit Y/N had to talk Denki's mother into letting him take Denki out by the window, explaining that his quirk can definitely keep them safe (in which took a long time), the two meet the rest of the group on the bus parked nearby.

"Never thought I'd meet your mother so soon, Ki-chan," Y/N lays an arm around Denki in close fashion as he emphasises on the nickname at the end of his sentence with a hint of fun. Denki, in turn, mumbles a 'shut up' before rotating his head to the side, shifting his gaze.

"Let's go now, it's already eight!" Denki ushers the driver before sitting himself down on a seat just beside Kirishima by the front, a big grin lit up on his features by now.

I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY:

thanks for reading this chapter! i apologise for the really slow updates but it will continue for quite some time so i'm sorry if it's too slow.

but uh to add some fun i just want to write a special arc, the beach fun weekend to loosen up things for me before i continue with the main storyline and follow my outline

I'LL CORRECT SHIT WHEN I'M FINISHED

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A TEASE A DAY BRINGS YOU CLOSER TO YOUR DEATH  006

BROUGHT TO YOU BY IZUKU WITH A SHOUJO HEART " a-ah, y-y-y/n-kun! yamete kudasai~ "

Y/N's body quakes and quakes as the bus drives along the uneven road to their destination but he just stays still, sight trained to a certain direction.

"What are you looking at?" Denki slants his head as he swats his hand in front of Y/N's face, pupils broadened with interest in Y/N's thoughts.

"You," Y/N jests, his head snaps to Denki's direction, looking at him with an impish allure tiptoeing across his lips. The mustard boy benumbs at the sudden limpness paralysed his heart with that smile.

Bursting out in a guffaw at Denki's sudden freeze screen, Y/N swipes a hand dismissively, he tells him, "Nah, just wondering why my heart is going doki doki right now." He vibrates his torso to motion his heart movement.

"Is it because of me?" Denki nudges Y/N's side with his elbow, pitching him a smooth ass wink, he rests an arm on one of Y/N's shoulder as he squirms his eyebrows at him playfully.

"Oh my god, how did you know!" Y/N marvels at him in an exaggerated tone, hand violating Denki's poor thigh violently with loud slaps, the toothy and vibrant grin on his profile contrasting his actions.

"Ah, ah ahahah!-stop stop stop stop stop!" Denki pledges for mercy from Y/N, his digits grips onto Y/N's wrist and pins it to the cushioned bus seat to put an end to the painful beating on his milky white (now red) thighs.

Rubbing his already reddened skin to soothe the throb (he suspects that Y/N often spanks people with those hands), Denki proceeds to ask Y/N about the 'doki doki' sensation, "Anyways, Is it a weird feeling like something might go wrong?" He lets his head fall to the back of the seat as he speaks to the boy beside him.

"Dude, don't put up a flag," Y/N gasps and tucks his hand over his mouth, he soberly says to Denki, his hand grazing over Denki's shoulder, "You'll definitely jinx yourself, trust me."

"Well damn."

"You're damn right."

Swivelling back to face his front, Y/N rummages around his costume pockets for his earphones and phone, promptly ending the conversation.

"What game is that?" Uraraka to his right juts her head out and questions him, her toffee doe pupils embedded to the phone screen, glaring in inquisitiveness.

"PUBG, Japanese server," Y/N answers her in a flat tone, view not once abandoning the screen one bit whilst he controls the player in the game to snipe another person quite some distance away from crouching between the tall grass.

"Can I try after this round?" Uraraka asks, her doll-like eyes glinting with purity and stars, making it hard for people to reject her demands - but Y/N isn't looking at her, so that is no use.

Nevertheless, Y/N accepts, "Sure."

Y/N lends Uraraka the phone in his hand after he gets killed in the previous round, "Here, you know how to play right?"

"Yep!"

Uraraka struggles a little at first but soon gets the hang of the controls of the game and completely dominates the battlefield. By the end of five matches, Y/N jowl slacks gapingly as his hand loafs against his forehead, the other hand cleaving onto his phone, somewhat wavering.

"Wha-how?" Y/N's eyes bulge at the fourth top one interface, the corner of his lips twitching when he twists to Uraraka all of a sudden, "Uraraka-chan, please add me!" enveloping Uraraka's remarkable digits in one enraptured motion, implores Y/N eagerly.

"Ahhahahah, I'm actually not that good ..." Uraraka scratches her neck, she laughs in a coy fashion as she nibbles on the inside of her cheeks, "But I'll add you when I download the game," she appends, stringing a hand up to keep Y/N from getting upset, her lips wrest upsloping in an ear-to-ear smile.

、、、

The pro hero Thirteen speaks to the class with his prepared speech, prating on about how any quirk can kill and that they should learn to use their quirks not to hurt but to save other people, their powers are absolutely not to be used with the intent to hurt the innocent. Y/N indulges in his blank trance through all that, too bored out to listen.

"What's that?" Izuku murmurs to himself, glancing in the direction where a purple swirl hole just emerged from, his brows knitted conjointly and a frown warping his features.

"Probably the nether portal," Y/N overhears the boy's shushed mumbles and responds with a joke, which Izuku tilts his head at in perplexion.

"?????"

"The simulation perhaps?" suggesting a proper answer, Y/N studies the violet void elaborately, the jesting grin by his lips gradually dying down.

"Are you sure ...?" Izuku questions hesitatingly as he eyes the ominous colour and swirls with wary. The vision seems to compel a churning sensation in his stomach, the feeling isn't like anxiety, it spreads more towards something like ... dread.

"Nah, I think it may be ..." Y/N's hoarse voice tapers off whilst even more of those swirl holes take shape beside the first one, like some gateway for the dead.

"It may be ...?" a whisper courses out of Izuku lips as his droopy eyes amplifying at the people that scaled out of the voids, and his jowl slackens at the dreadful sight.

"Don't move, these are real villains!" Aizawa hollers as he realises what the thing is, activating his defence and quirk into the drive, he backs off the students and himself.

"Yep, that."

A villain steps out from tens and hundreds of others that are still swarming out of the portals, he conducts a speech towards the heroes on how All Might has been distracted by the other villains and that he can't save them now blah blah blah.

Pfft, doesn't he know the golden rule of not talking too much if you're a villain? Y/N mocks the villain internally, an amused hue cast over his irises as he focuses at the villain with the crook of his lips twisted upwards.

"Shit," Y/N damns under his breath as he props up his hands against the jagged ground, standing upright on his feet, he examines his surroundings with tapered eyes, "well at least I'm at a high place."

Hunkering down to a lower slope, he delves out several mini knives. As he shuts a single eye to aim, he draws back the hand gripping onto a knife and darts it directly towards the head of a female villain in close proximity of the bottom of the hill. Straight after one shot, he propels forth another few knives at the other villains nearby, most hits striking the headshot.

He relocates himself downwards to the hillfoot and more to the left, lugging out a dagger for defence. There seems to be only one villain in the area, as Y/N ventures around searching for his classmates in heed of any sudden attacks, his vision stretched across the terrain sees no other villain until ten minutes later when he finally spots a figure of a somewhat villain-looking guy.

Y/N prances towards the villain's back that is facing him and hooks an arm around their neck. Reinforcing his latch on the villain's neck, he continues to do so until the body in his arms falters unconscious.

As he discerns another villain from afar coming at him, Y/N readies himself with his needles and projects all at the villain one by one, levelling at the villain's arteries and veins at his limbs to render him out of action.

Albeit the villain in front of the boy is down, he doesn't see the one coming from behind. Y/N's ear apprehends the stout stomps of footsteps behind him but by the time he reacts, a ripping spasm surges through his left shoulder.

Y/N yelps out in torment, blindly stabbing his dagger backwards, he twists the blade that has penetrated the villain's body. And he swivels to his back in one swift motion, a side of his shoulder slumping from the keen claws of the villains that did a surprise attack on him. He grunts in agony, clamping his teeth as he lets go of his dagger and charges it at the single wrist of the villain rapidly.

Taloned wrist now immobilised, the villain attempts to use brute force and launches himself at Y/N. The latter laps at his dry lips as he compresses the wound on his shoulder with one hand, hissing at the sting when he does. And he leaps into the air to only land on the reckless villain's head with a harsh kick.

The villain lurches a bit from the strong kick but manages to seize Y/N's ankle with his left hand, he wrenches his ankle to the side by force, earning a swathed groan and vigorous struggles from the teen.

The villain then swings him to the side with strength, about to release his clasp on Y/N's twisted ankle when Y/N, in turn, clutches onto his right shoulder in one swift movement and chops the back of his nape.

The villain remains standing for a moment, worrying Y/N but then he plummets to the floor with a heavy thump, hand around Y/N sprained ankle limping. Y/N boots the villain's sides several more times to make sure they've passed out, he tears a patch of the villain's costume off to wrap it around his injured shoulder after inspecting that there are no villains close to him, ceasing the slight blood flow.

He flops onto the ground, one leg extended out in front and the other bent. Whilst Y/N hoists a hand up to swab at the sweat on his forehead, he pants with his lips apart heavily, his sight seeming to sway for some reason.

After what appears to be some while later, Y/N finally rises to his feet from the dusty earth, he lurches his way towards the central plaza where they first were with his aching shoulder constantly acting on him.

As Y/N approaches the centre, he conceals himself behind a pile of bushes to study the situation before raiding out. His breath hitches when he snatches a glimpse of a familiar pot of turquoise hair, Y/N hunches his head down swiftly as the madman's crimson iris skims over the region where he is.

Fuck, that was close, he lays a hand on his beating chest that halted for a moment just before. The ground seems to lurch under him as he slightly bends atop the bush, lacking the strength to keep his eyes ajar.

Time flows along without Y/N's realisation whilst he watches the two sides battle it out in the central plaza, by the time the villains retreated and the class begin gathering together, Momo finds Y/N lounging his back on the shrubs just some distance from the centre.

"L/N-san, L/N-san," calls Momo as she angles down and taps Y/N's shoulder twice in a gentler manner.

"Huh?-Oh hey, Momo," Y/N peeks a crack on one eye sluggardly and wafts a hand at Momo's approximate direction to greet her, ascending up to his feet rather leisurely. "Are we going back to the bus now?" he asks whilst he sweeps the dirt off his rear. A nod is given as a response from Momo.

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"Aye, Izuku!" Y/N screeches across the sidewalk with his chin tilted upwards, he sprints over to Izuku in haste and springs up then drapes a hefty arm on the broccoli's back (in which Izuku kind of stammers at and almost trips).

"Ah, hi Y/N," stabilising himself for a bit, Izuku turns his head towards Y/N and hails to me, an inelastic smile on his features.

"So you know what happened today? I ...[leaving out three thousand +++ words]"

Y/N lays his arm on Izuku's shoulder reliantly, he rambles on about the happenings of the day with a languid mood, accidentally bumping his head with Izuku from time to time.

The latter would occasionally give out a comment or two and retell his experience during the invasion when Y/N comes out with a question to him all of a sudden.

They walk through rows of stores, structures, facilities while they communicate about their experiences during the day, and before they know it, they arrive under where Izuku's apartment lies.

"Oh, is this where your apartment is?" scanning the stairwell to Izuku's apartment, Y/N questions out of nowhere.

The apartments conveniently loll on top a row of stores and restaurants, the windows of the rooms on the floors above the shops lit up, most likely Izuku's neighbours.

"Ahah ... yeah."

"I better memorise the address so I can come sleepover or hang out sometime," Y/N convulses into light laughter as he banters with Izuku, smacking the broccoli head's shoulder.

"U-Uh, Y/N?"

Y/N hums in a questioning tone, his face turns to Izuku whilst the latter sheepishly scratches the back of his neck and asks, "Don't you have to go to your part-time?"

"Oh yeah," Y/N fishes out his phone from his pocket, his slim finger presses on the power button as he takes a look at the time. "It's at five thirty but how do you know?" his eyes avert back to Izuku, a rare unfocused look on his face that softens his features and takes Izuku by whim.

"O-h, I've uhm overheard you speaking to someone else about having part-time jobs almost every day after school," Izuku truthfully spills to Y/N, his digits fidgeting with the hem of his shirt and his bottom lips chewed between his teeth, his head dangles down almost automatically. When he sees Y/N's expression contort in the corner of his eyes, he adds, "Sorry ... if you think it's invading your privacy ..."

"It's okay," Y/N flicks his hands to gesture it's fine and adds jokingly with a short giggle, "didn't know you cared that much about me."

"Haha, hah ..."

"Anyways, I'll be going to not be late to my shift," Y/N grips onto his slumping bag strap with one hand and pivots to the direction of the traffic light on his heel, he gazes at Izuku with his face sided.

Nodding his head, Izuku straightens his back up and he holds a hand up to wave farewell at the h/c boy, "Oh okay, bye Y-" He's interjected by Y/N who comes to a standstill under a lamp post in front of a closing store, Y/N glances back at Izuku with a grin that doesn't say anything good.

"Wait come over here a bit."

Y/N flicks his finger to gesture for Izuku to stride closer, the guise on his face befogged to the dull bronze glow from the lamp post aside illuminating only a part of his chiselled jaw.

"??"

Izuku blinks with a puzzled sheen glossing his eyes but still does as Y/N says and shifts towards the latter, cautiously remaining a respectful distance from him.

"Closer." Y/N's smile pitches, an impartial look carves over his face.

Five inches, Izuku's throat rolls in what he can't tell is embarrassment or anticipation as their distance closes in.

"And closer."

Three inches, he counts.

Izuku can't help but flush up at the proximity between them, the tip of his ears glowing a vibrant tint of red. He averts his eyes to the two mingled silhouettes distended along the sidewalk and overlay the lavender bushes beside, vaguely dubious.

Izuku hastily turns his vision away again, his already bloodied features louring into a more vivid shade at the thought that just arose.

"Uh-Uh, I think this might be too-" Izuku interjects his own sentence whilst Y/N's face latches in on him, his eyes widen in stupefaction.

"MUA! "

A clink resounds from Y/N as he briefly plants his lips on the tip of Izuku's nose before pacing back to admire the view of Izuku's bright red cheeks, brazen and cheeky grin varnishing over his features whilst he lets out faint snickers.

"Y-Y-Y-Y-Y/N??" by the time Izuku lets out a sound and calls for Y/N, he can only see the back of Y/N who's hastening along the sidewalk, some gap away already.

Hearing Izuku's stammering voice, Y/N slows down his footsteps, he holds a waving hand up and yells, "I'll see you tomorrow, bye~"

After Y/N left, Izuku makes his way up the stairway to his apartment, his footsteps dense and heavy, his mind running blank the entire time. He doesn't go in when he reaches his apartment door, he stands still outside, taking deep breaths to lulls his heartbeat down as he binds a hand through his locks.

The apartment door creaks open, a head peeks out from the crack, "Izuku?"

"Y-eah, mom?"

"Come in, what are you doing outside still?"

"Ahahah ... the wind felt ... nice and I wanted to feel it more hahaha ..." Flapping his hand to pretend to fan himself, Izuku rigidly laughs whilst maintaining awkward eye contact with his mother, which earns him a queer glance from her.

"Okay ...?" as his mother steps aside to let Izuku in the house, she trails off in a questioning tone. "Was your friend downstairs, I saw a boy in Yuuei uniform too? He looks like a nice person," Izuku's mother sends a casual question at him as she locks the front door before trotting over to the kitchen to begin preparing dinner for the day.

"Ahahah ... yeah, he's a pretty outgoing a nice person to almost everyone ..." Izuku mutters in a low tone timorously to his mother, slender fingers unbinding his knotted laces and hauling off his sneakers.

Izuku prances to his bedroom as soon as his shoes were placed on the shoe rack properly and seal the door locked to avoid someone walking in on him. He dives straight onto his bed and harrows his head into a pillow, muffling his uncharacteristic screech from being heard by his mother.

"MMMMMPFHHHFHF."

Till now Izuku can still sense the touch of warmth on his nose tip as if the boy's lips are still there.

Flipping over to his back, his chest heaves up and down laboriously from the robust thrashing of his heart against his rib. Bashful pupils gazing at the splits and cracks of the chalky ceiling above, he cradles his sultry cheeks between his hands, "Too much, hah ... hah ..."

"This is ... hhhh ... too ... bad for my heart."

TO NOTE

tbh when i read through izuku's dialogue, my yellow mind was like 'ohoho' sounds like something from an izuku bottom fic hahahah

and about the ending of this book, i think i'm gonna definitely make an ending where it's basically a poly relationship, and maybe an ending for each of the characters.

buuuuut feel free to recommend some characters to involve in the harem or comment on what ending you'd like, etc.

NOT PROPERLY PROOFREAD

[iwannafuckyexiu]

A TEASE A DAY BRINGS YOU CLOSER TO YOUR DEATH  005

FACEPALM-KUN AND THE ABANDONED RAMEN between the yandere, sunshine boy, tsundere, shy boy, kuudere, which one would you choose?

Y/N stretches his arms, yawning as he makes his way towards the school gate in a drowsy approach. He ended up getting home by eleven thirty at night and stowed into the arms of Morpheus at two in the morning, scrubbing off the filth on his body before he went to sleep - which took the most time, even more than the time used to scroll through his phone.

The mob before the school invades Y/N's sight as he walks along the sidewalks towards the gate. "Damn what's with that crowd, is like a celebrity coming to our school or something?" he mumbles, nearing the horde, he recognises them as reporters from all the biggest news platforms in Japan, "oh wait, our school is filled with celebrities."

Spotting a familiar person whilst he attempts to wedge his way towards the entrance, he taps the guy's shoulder, "Hey, blonde guy it's you again."

"Heyyy! "

"What?!" the blonde guy yells through the rowdy flock of reporters, head yanking in Y/N's direction, his brows crumpled up and his eyelids tapered as he tries not to get squeezed to the side by the others.

"You know what's going on?" Y/N squints his eyelids as he gestures towards the mass of people in front of the school gate with his chin.

"I don't know, look yourself!"

The blonde guy tweaks his head back and thrust himself through the reporters with brute force, Y/N closely tracking behind his back, hand suspended mid-air throughout the entire fatiguing process of mashing into people and making an attempt to enter the school grounds without letting any reporters in.

"Wow, intense exercise early in the morning," Y/N comments as he walks along the corridor to his class with the blonde guy beside him, not minding that his uniform is wholly crinkled up and hair coiled with strands poking out, an untroubled grin stretches his cheeks.

"Oh, here's my stop, I'll see you later!" they pass by the class 1a door and Y/N bids his farewell to the blonde guy with a blow kiss - in which the latter clicks his tongue then turns his head away to (his scarlet neck rats him out).

Katsuki sits in his seat, his head lowered whilst he passes time with his phone in his palms on his table blatantly when a book is flung into his vision. He curls his hand into a fist and bashes the table, clacking his tongue in crossness.

"Who the fu-"

"Yep!" a radiant voice inserts before he can finish his sentence, even without looking up, Katsuki can pretty much guess who it is from the tonality and 'harmonious' book on the table.

"Midnight's lookin' hot on the cover there, don't ya think? " Y/N says as he bends over to flash a teasing smirk at Katsuki, crooking his head to the side, a brow raised at him.

Katsuki 'hmph'ed at the remark, ruby eyes never veering to look at Y/N, mumbling so tacitly that Y/N can barely hear it, "Fucking pervert." That's something new from the usual 'asshole' and 'fucker', Katsuki's updating his vocabulary too, damn.

To his unfriendly words, Y/N only lets out a faint chuckle, he sparingly flicks the side of Katsuki's head, "I heard that." Katsuki doesn't yell or shout at him for the action but he scowls and responds Y/N with a middle finger - which the latter gives a classic wink to.

"Aye Izuku," he greets as he strides towards his next target he is going to scourge. Y/N ruffles through Izuku's fluffy broccoli curls with one hand and the other chucks a long cardboard tube at the boy. "Here's an All Might poster since I couldn't bring the ice cream," he answers when he sees Izuku's puzzled cast on his features.

"Thanks!" Izuku says, dipping his head to convey himself, the corners of his eyes curving into arcs as wells as his pinkish lips.

"Also," Y/N begins while he tows a seat from the currently empty desk beside, straddling the chair with his arms tending on the top rail, "did you speak to that hedgehog there after school or something yesterday?"

"...how did you know?" Izuku first nods his head then twists his head and questions Y/N, green pupils peering agape at him.

"Saw it when I was running to work."

"Ah ... yeah, he said he's going to be number one from now on."

"Ahahahah, sounds like him," Y/N quenches a howl as he peeps at Katsuki from the side, visualising him shouting at Izuku like a tsundere schoolgirl: 'I-I-I'm going to be number one from now on, don't you bastard underestimate me!!'. The imagination of Katsuki doing that is too wicked, too wicked - Y/N heaves a sigh to himself at the overly whimsical thought.

"Also-oh, Aizawa's here I'm gonna go back."

As Y/N's words died down, he inches his way to his seat at the back of the room to prevent that yellow condom from calling him out for not being in his seat again, he's not one for attention you know.

"Good work on yesterday's combat training, I saw the video and results," Aizawa heaps slight praise to his students, his hand setting down his stack of papers on the desk at the front. "Bakugou, you're talented so don't act like a kid," his sagging eyes slothfully roves to Katsuki as he speaks of him briefly, gaze full of disdain.

"I know," Katsuki shifts his gaze to his left whilst he says with an overt frown, leaving the rest of the class dumbfounded at his unexpectedly composed temper.

"Hey slap me."

"Ow-oh my god, it's real."

"And Midoriya," Izuku instantly straightens up and tucks his arms atop his lap at the mention of his name from Aizawa, "you settled it by breaking your arm again, huh? You can't keep making the excuse that you can't control your quirk. I don't like saying the same thing over and over again. But as long as you fix that issue, you'll have a lot of things you'll be able to do."

"Feel a sense of urgency, Midoriya," Aizawa winds up his remarks on Izuku, in which the boy replies him with a firm 'hai! ', gushing with a youth's determination.

"Now let's get down to homeroom business, I'm sorry I didn't warn you beforehand but today I'll have you ..." letting his voice dwindle off, Aizawa has everyone put their heart in their mouths.

"Is he gonna say that he's resigning?"

"...Decide on a class representative."

Everyone sets about hoisting their arm up and screeching for Aizawa to pick them, almost sounding like a certain 101's theme song: "pick me! ". To all the ruckus going on in the classroom, Y/N just huddles his head between his weaved arms on the desk and sinks into sleep's deadly arms.

"Silence!"

The class quietens down at once straight after Iida's shout, and all eyes are bonded to his now-standing figure. Iida clinches an arm high up in the air but interposes to his classmates, "This is not something that just anybody could do! This is a job that requires leadership skills! Everyone's trust in you is required in order to be a good leader ... so we should vote! "

"Why did you suggest that?"

"We even don't know each other very well yet, how are we supposed to trust?" ribbit ribbit queries, stoking up the other students' pertinent comments.

"Everybody's gonna vote for themselves anyway."

"That's exactly why the person with most votes should become class president," Iida prods up his glasses with his fingers, the lens glistening in the artificial light, he turns to Aizawa (who's nearly asleep), "don't you agree, sensei?"

"Tsk whatever, just choose one before class ends," Aizawa says moodily and zips his yellow sleeping bag up to return to his slumber, making sure it's soundproof.

So everyone agrees to use the method Iida suggested. One after another, they walk to the front to vote for the most suitable person to be class president, including Y/N who awoken when Iida silenced the class. And too waspish from his interrupted nap, he scratches his mark beside the first name he sees on the blackboard and walks back to his seat as if a zombie.

Bypassing to when they reveal the final results of the mini-referendum, Izuku got three votes, sealing his class representative position, and Yaoyorozu got two votes, making her vice president.

"Deku? Who voted for him?!"

And Katsuki is back to his regular self, brimming with rage. The class now think that maybe a calm Katsuki isn't that bad, they want that him back.

、、、

"That took too fucking long!" Y/N grumbles to the mustard and ketchup duo as he cautiously rambles towards the table they're on, balancing a warm (and heavy, Y/N doesn't forget to mention) bowl of noodles on his tray.

"You could've chosen something else to eat you know ramen's one of the most popular choices between students," Denki pokes fun at him with a suppressed smile by his lips, then giggling at the boy's strange posture while he settles the tray onto the table.

"I was just craving it too much, after rewatching Naruto and Shippuden over last night."

"Ai ..." Y/N emits a lasting and theatrical sigh, he sways his head at Denki. "You won't get it, bro," he says perplexingly, acting profound and inscrutable to the two.

"But I get you," the ketchup of the duo who has been silent for the past conversation finally speaks, giving the male opposite him a 'yes I get you bro' expression which Y/N responds with his hand pounding on his chest lightly.

Y/N lifts his chopsticks up, dredging up a clump of noodles from the soup, ready to eat it all up when a resonant toll sets off within the canteen.

"Just as I was gonna take a sip," he snarls and tosses his chopsticks in the bowl, pressing his lips together as he gets up from his seat, "Shitting hell, in the single moment I just blank out a bit they all run out."

Y/N ventures out the canteen and around the hallways, he attempts to pinpoint where exactly the others are but he only ends up astray from his destination. And on the fourth time of laying his eyes on the same wall after roaming around, again and again, his mentality snaps.

"AHHHH, DENKI YOU FORGOT TO BRING ME ALONG!" Y/N howls in the hallway to his heart's content, off-track in his breakdown, not noticing the presence nearby, "first I don't get to eat my ramen, then I get lost." He leans against a wall and slouches down to perch himself on the ground slowly, the lesions from the day before twinging as his skin smears against the solid surface.

"What fucking sorcery is this?!"

Finally quelling down, Y/N turns his head to skim his surroundings when a dim figure by a wall grasps his eyes, he shrinks his eyelids at the direction, "Hold on, is that a person there?"

"H-"

"You better shut your fucking mouth up or I'll disintegrate you," before he even speaks the silhouette lashes out at him and shows himself from the shadows.

His voice is husky, coarse and guttural, but tone simmering through into Y/N soul with spite and malice. Giving a hasten glimpse at his appearance - slender yet fit figurine, unkempt but appealing ultramarine locks - Y/N supposes the face behind those slightly greyed but dainty and slim fingers is not bad too.

"Okay, okay," Y/N says in a reposeful manner, taciturnly distancing himself from the clearly perilous man just close by, his features malformed into a grovelling cast.

"Tsk tsk tsk, looks good but seems too yandere," Y/N mutters in a low tone, darting a sidelong glance at facepalm-kun, his tongue pricking out to moisten his chapped lips.

"What?"

"Nothing." Y/N works towards a canon ball shape, burrowing his head further into his knees to minimise his existence to the brink.

The man hums shortly then reaches his hand towards Y/N direction, he intimidates him, "Don't tell anyone about me, or else ..." His single veined eye pops in Y/N direction menacingly, sending the latter's hair and goosebumps raising in cold blood.

Even when Y/N sets back to his class, he can still recollect the blood-curdling aura the man dispersed from a single stare. Worn out from the taut tension with the man before, Y/N drapes himself across his desk as he gapes at one place blankly until Denki calls him.

"Y/N! Y/N!"

"Where did you go just now?" Denki asks, eyes enlarged at Y/N's figure without the slightest cut since he didn't find him beside him during the drill, which gave him a great shock.

"Oh, uh ... the bathroom you know, I had to pee real quick," tilting his head to the side to act above suspicion, he gives Denki an answer full of faults.

But Denki doesn't uncover him, he plaits his fingers through Y/N's hair, tousling his curls, he says to him with fondness. "You're lucky it's just a fraud or you might just get in trouble with the villains."

Hahhahhahahhahaahhahaa.

He did.

"But it's a fraud this time, so I'm fine!" Y/N draws a viscid grin to show, he lifts his brows at Denki and provokes, "see, you can pinch me to test!" Denki hoists a hand up and harshly nips at Y/N's waist, muting his laugh as he sees the boy's twisted expression from the force of it.

"Ow ow ow! Not that hard!" yelling at him whilst also smacking his hand away repeatedly, Y/N gnaws on his bottom lip as the mark throbs for a few seconds, his E/C irises blazing holes through Denki.

"Hm, just as noisy as always," Denki jokes with him, stroking his chin with two fingers in a pondering position.

"Tsk."

"Oh, there comes Aizawa, I gotta go back to my seat."

"Talk to you later, see you~"

"Can I say something?" Izuku steps up all of a sudden, fists clasped by his sides, chin tipped upwards with determination. "I think-I think that Iida is more capable for the position of the class president! He managed to calm the crowd down during the drill, so I think he's the most suited for this job," the poor boy's body quavers slightly as he announces to the class, eyes meandering everywhere.

"I agree with Midoriya."

"Me too, Iida was kinda a good leader just now."

"Like everyone literally just stopped talking when he flew up and said his thing."

"Same."

"Alright, if you're all done with that, then listen to me." Everyone hush down at the din of Aizawa's sluggish voice.

"We'll be participating in a rescue simulation for your basic hero training class," Aizawa starts lazily, ignoring everyone's roars at how excited they are for the event and resumes to speak, "this time you can decide whether you will wear your hero costume or not, because for some people it may be restricting."

"We're going there by bus since the training is going to be outside of the school grounds," he explains whilst he removes his hands that were propping himself up from the desk.

"That's all, now get ready."

TO NOTE

soooo updates are gonna be slower after this chapter because my holiday's ending! yayyyyyyy

but yeah updates will be slower and most likely too slow.

[iwannafuckyexiu]

A TEASE A DAY BRINGS YOU CLOSER TO YOUR DEATH  004

DAMN OCTOPI AND OLD MAN hei hei hei, development on fighting yes.

"I'M—COMING THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!" the door glides to the side and All Might comes sauntering through with a peculiar pose, and instantly, the class livens up with thrill.

"KYAAAAA!"

A fangirl (or fanboy?) squeal resounds in the room, mingled between the sound of the students chatting and All Might speaking.

"Izuku was that you?"

"No, it was me."

—an actual conversation that happened, between Izuku and someone.

"So class, I'm your Foundational Heroics Studies teacher!"

"WOOOOOO!"

"We'll be building up your hero foundations through various trials," he explains as the students restlessly move and talk in the background — in which he pays no mind to, "and the first will be the battle trail!"

"Now, go get changed into your hero costumes that you should have given in the blueprints to before the school year began."

"And don't forget that from now on ..."

"You're all heroes!" jabbing his fist in the air, All Might tells them.

、、、

"Woah, her cleavage I'm—" coming out from the changing rooms and setting foot into the battle trail grounds, Y/N's eyes can't help but wander around at everyone's hero costume — first setting eyes on the rock-n-roll girl's revealing clothes that divulge literally half of her boobs.

"The hero course is amazing! " a kid that looks like he's stolen a gisaeng wig exclaims a distance away whilst he makes an effort to look under girls' skirt by pretending to crouch on the ground, rooting about for something he's lost (his sense of shame).

"I second that," Y/N dips his head along to agree before something else deflects his focus away again, "like damn, his abs wow—"

"Oh shit, Izuku you look fuckin' good with that spandex suit."

"Iida, were you inspired by Gundam or something?"

"Man, Uraraka rocking that astronaut suit."

"She definitely looks like the type of girl I'd go for — independent, adorable and pure." If he's fully straight, of course.

"Eh? Your costume's white?" Denki pinches the shoulder patch of your costume, scrutinising up and down at it, inquisitive. Cocking a brow, he lifts his head towards Y/N and questions unsurely, "wouldn't it be ... too obvious at night?"

"This?" Y/N signals at his costume by tugging it, he chokes on his saliva a little as he tries to explain the reasoning behind the colour scheme, "it's because I aspire to be like Kaito Kid."

The bay of his lips yanks into a sardonic smile, continuing his sentence, "—a dumbass thief who wears white even at night and still doesn't get caught."

"Thief?"

"I mean—like, the part where he doesn't get caught," clarifying before Denki envisages too much, Y/N chortles and bristly slaps his back with his palms.

"Ohh."

All Might then comes into everyone's view, brawny and Herculean as always, he gives a concise explanation of what the class will be doing for their lesson today. Everyone vigilantly hearkens on him to not miss even a single word, eyes riveted on his towering outline.

"We're going to be doing a two-on-two team battle!"

"One team will be the villains who will guard a nuclear weapon they intend on deploying and the other team of heroes have to stop them."

"If the heroes manage to capture the villains or reach the nuclear core before time runs out, they win! And vice versa for the villains."

The students set about hurling never-ending questions at him, in which All Might answers most with effortlessness and proficiency. And subsequently, after the Q&A session, All Might fetches out a box from probably his universal pouch and begins having the class get assigned to groups by consecutively taking out a note that has a letter labelled on it.

"Ay, I'm with you guys!" he parades the note in his hand as he saunters towards tail guy and the pair of levitating gloves in the air. "Anyways we haven't really spoken right?" Y/N curls his lips into an amiable grin, he lends a hand forth to their direction.

"Well, I'm L/N Y/N and my quirk's mainly on jumping around and escaping so ..."

"Ah, I'm Hagakure Tooru!" Warmth spreads through his palm as she holds his hand, the girl zestfully introduces herself as well as shaking Y/N's hand at the same time, "my quirk is—my quirk is, well ... basically my form."

"Wait are you uh ... you know," questioning as he points at the area between the gloves and the shoes, prudent not to touch her skin by a fluke, Y/N exempts his curiosity from his mind that has been incinerating for quite a while.

To Y/N's embarrassment, Tooru's actually rather frank and open, she doesn't mind much about the fact that she's undressed before a horde of people. She hoots with laughter and says with no burden, "Hahahhah, yeah!"

"Brave," Y/N asserts the title of 'even shameless than the grape kid in a good way' to her internally whilst he poses up a big thumbs up for her.

"What about you?" Hagakure twirls to the tail guy — from the looks of the direction her shoes and gloves are pointing towards — and questions him.

"Ojiro Mashirao and my quirk is my tail."

"It looks sturdy and strong!" Hagakure chirps up, she bends lower to the side to observe the rattling tail even closer.

"I bet it can just swoop people away in one lash," Y/N adds and makes a 'whoosh' din from his lips to mimic the situation.

"Ahah," to the two's praises, Ojiro only humbly chuckles and evades commenting by stating, "but it looks like everyone in this class is very capable."

"True."

All Might selects Team A and Team D to go for the first round of the battle trials, Team A with Izuku and Uraraka being the heroes and Team D with Katsuki and Iida acting as the villains. Izuku's entire body literally wavers for a second when his eyes meet with Katsuki's crimson irises that are igniting in the enthusiasm to fight.

This is going to be a heated battle, with Izuku and Katsuki on opposing sides — Katsuki is most likely going to be aiming the majority of his offences towards Izuku, but the latter is not going to back down this time at the looks of his determined posture. But Iida and Uraraka are not to be underestimated too, with Iida's admirably logical mind and Uraraka's quirk — which can be a deciding factor to their victory or defeat.

Not bothered to sprint over to Izuku, Y/N only yells from his spot, hands cupped around his mouth, "Good luck, Izuku!"

"I'll get you a tub of All Might endorsed ice cream if you win!" he adds, triumphant with the bashful expression he received from Izuku when he feels shrewd and bitter gaze. The point of his ears burn up as he faces the gaze and he mentions, "And you too, Katsuki!"

"The latest Playboy magazine!"

"The one with Midnight posing in it!"

"FUCKING SHUT UP! " and Katsuki finally hollers for him stop talking, in which Y/N just grins at him with rascality, disregarding that his face may be a bit flushed from the recalling the event yesterday.

In the surveillance room whilst the heroes and villains enter the battleground, armed and mostly prepared. A voice passionately commentates on the fight as if it's a football match whilst it happens live.

"And they get ambushed by Katsuki around the corner!"

"Ooh! Izuku counterattacks and Katsuki is down on the floor!"

"Uraraka runs away! She heads towards where Iida is!"

"Back to Izuku, he also runs from a pissed off—I mean angered Katsuki!"

"And Iida brightens up Uraraka's day by performing his act of a villain!"

"Oh oh oh! Uraraka giggled which attracted Iida's attention!"

"And he—mmphMMfph!"

"Please shut up Y/N, we want to watch in peace," the owner of the hand (Y/N should mention that it is well cared for and very smooth) speaks into Y/N's ear from behind — bad idea.

The sudden tickle along his ears ripples shudders down Y/N's spine and on his natural tendency, he clenches his jowl. And tragedy occurs.

Albeit the gnaw wasn't as nasty as Denki thinks, it still hauls out an unpleasant yelp from his lips. Jerking his hand that already has a flushing teeth mark on it by the side, face distorted into a twisted yet hilarious expression, he turns to ask the creator of the mark, "Don't most people lick instead of straight on biting the hand?"

"Instinctive reaction."

"Instinctive," Denki repeats after him doubtfully, one hand clutching the other that's still slightly throbbing in pain.

"Nice job, Izuku! And you too Uraraka-chan!" Y/N swings his hand in the air, waving at them as he shouts at the green and pink silhouettes from afar.

"Despite the hero team winning, does anyone know why Iida is the best player of this battle?" All Might questions the class all of a sudden, and complete silence welcomes him. But eventually, a familiar girl with her familiar cleavage strides forth, lifting her arm up to answer.

"Yaoyorozu?"

"Ooh, it's that girl again!" Y/N whispers to Denki beside him, "her hairstyle stays the same no matter what." Denki raises a brow as he eyes the girl standing out from the crowd, and nods in agreement.

"Bakugou and Midoriya's attacks were too reckless, as they were large-ranged and should not be used indoors. Uraraka didn't keep her guards on in the middle of the fight, which could've been a weak point that the villains can swing at, and her last move was too absurdly dangerous as it's a warhead she's going for; even if it isn't real, she should take it as if she's personally on the scene," Yaoyorozu explains in depth in front of everyone,"All those make Iida stand out with his great adaptation to the situation as well as his development of a counter strategy for his opponents — which should be the most logical thing to do to maintain safety of citizens, the warhead, and himself."

With that utmost intricate explanation, All Might commends her for it, giving her a big praise and thumbs up — because he really didn't presume that she'd observe so much and be able to fully put it in complete sentences.

"Yaoyozoru-chan's explanation just makes me want to go try myself now!" Tooru exclaims as she convulses in excitement, eagerly wagging her gloved hands around.

"And next is Team B versus Team I!" All Might declares.

"... ahahahah, I swear I didn't mean to jinx it."

As Y/N ambles in the direction of the towering structure with Tooru and Ojiro, they begin discussing their battle strategy against the hero team. Y/N waves for them to close in and says, "come closer." Tooru and Ojiro follow suit.

"So you know the ice guy," Y/N starts in a hushed tone, levelling his finger at half and half boy who is a great span away but unmistakable with his exclusive costume, "he's probably the main one we should defend the most — not saying we shouldn't look out for the octopi guy but yeah."

"Why?" Tooru asks even further like the curious person she is.

"The quiet ones are always the strongest," to her question, Y/N answers in an unfathomable manner with his hands latched behind his back. "I mean, look at shy boy Izuku," he holds an example with the broccoli head who's very likely the most unexpected person within this class of freaks.

"Ohhh."

"So ... maybe Hagakure-chan you hide on the window ledge near the warhead, Ojiro you defend the thing down below, and I'll chase the heroes down?"

"Yosh!"

The two stay on their guards in their area whilst Y/N leaps onto a window sill in the vicinity of the entrance to the building. He sits on his haunches there, spying for the hero team that may be closing in. Their figures venture towards the structure containing the warhead, Y/N prepares to prance down on them when he sees octopi guy back off and ice boy raises his arm up as his icicles gradually disperse into the entire building.

"Oh shit, don't get stuck in his ice!" Y/N screeches into the intercom hastily, before vaulting over the frosts heading in his direction and dashing to the warhead for more enforcement.

"Too late, we're already stuck."

Muttering obscenities under his breath, he laces his fingers through his locks, dark brows furrowed up. "Can you guys try to get off?" He waits for a second then the intercom hisses and Ojiro's neutral voice comes through from it.

"No."

"Then I'll try my best to stall 'till the timer rings," Y/N proposes as he wrings his hands to get them ready for battle and rake over his sleeves and costume to make sure that the weapons are there.

Y/N slinks around, making sure not to remain on any surface of the place too long to avoid being frosted. And as he discerns the single hero, half of his body in rime whilst he steps forth into the room that contained the warhead. Y/N casts off the closest wall with the tip of his feet, hands reaching below to seize his hidden weapons, he propels an abundant of slim needles at the boy with one hand, then slashes at him with his dagger in the other!

"I hope I don't land a cut on you, don't want to hurt that face and body!" Y/N tries to maintain a laid-back and mellow tone but the taut-lipped smile on his face sells him out.

The ice boy doesn't respond and neither does his face — just as aloof and distant as always. He dodges the dagger cutting through the air and at him by sliding to the side with his ice-make slide and he winches up a hand to solidify the needles in the middles of the air in ice. With the simple flick of his wrist, keen icicles materialise and speed across towards Y/N on the roof beam.

The latter's features fade dim as he springs off the beam and pounces forth to ice boy, leg hefting higher to give him a direct kick to the chest. But ice boy retaliates, grasping onto Y/N's ankle with his right hand. A crisp tingle soon sprouts up Y/N's leg, he curses at the wonderful sensation whilst he attempts kicks ice boy forty-five degrees in the head with his other leg like a whirlwind.

Attempts, keyword there.

A deafening ring chimes throughout the entire structure, indicating either that the time has run out or the hero team has won. Y/N's head snaps towards the direction of the nuclear warhead they were supposed to defend, and octopi guy perches beside it, his some of his tendrils still clinging to the missile.

Clearly, the hero team has earned their victory.

"Damn it!" Y/N slaps his thigh in frustration on the way back to the surveillance room, "sorry guys, I couldn't stall enough time."

"It's fine, we couldn't too!" Tooru pats his back, a cheery grin tied to her lips, just as upbeat as she always is even after their loss — which Y/N responds with his own smile.

Back to the surveillance room, Y/N stares at the ceiling in lack of interest whilst All Might expresses his comments on their performance during the fight (but he still has to listen to avoid All Might suddenly going like: "what do you think about yourself?"). His eyes drift in the direction of the sulking (??) wheat head, glinting in mischief.

After the next teams step out of the room and onto the battlefront, Y/N lurks behind the horde in front of the cameras and prowls towards Katsuki by the corner of the room. He puts a hand on Katsuki's shoulder.

"So, brothe—"

"Fuckin' screw off," Katsuki interjects Y/N before he begins talking bullshit, shrugging off the hand on his shoulder.

But Y/N takes no mind towards Katsuki's annoyance, saying, "It's okay man, I lost too! And not gonna lie, you have shit teamwork but you just gotta cooperate man."

Seeing that Katsuki's still unmoved, he adds with the arch of his brows, "I'll still get you the Playboy magazine? The one with Midnight and Mt. La—"

"I don't want to play with your measly games right now," Katsuki slowly utters, the veins streaming along his neck poking up, he rolls his eyes. It seems, that he's rather more fearsome when he's impassive, keeping in his rage, than directly shouting at you, letting out his anger.

"Alright, I'll leave you to it then," Y/N gives in, he swivels around, ready to leave when he remembers that he has to say something, "a-and about uh y'know ... that. I swear it was because you turned your face."

"So it's not my fault!"

And he runs away.

Katsuki jerks his head towards the direction he ran away to, clicking his tongue.

"Tsk."

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"Heyy, you were really good just now uh ... yeah!" Y/N shrieks on the streets as he pursues ice boy who's just some distance in front. Propping onto ice boy's arm for support, he coils down to his knees, heaving in and out deeply to catch his breath."

"Todoroki Shouto."

"So that's your name!" Y/N hops up then he grins with roguishness and grapples an arm around Shouto's shoulder — in which the latter tenses up at, "it's a pretty good fit for your quirk and personality — cold on the outside and hot on the inside."

"Oh."

"Well, I'm L/N Y/N," he says into Shouto's ear, his breath lightly prodding against the latter's skin. "Do you wann—oh shit, I'm late for my shift," Y/N catches a glimpse of the clock placed within a store and realises, the excitement on his face droops. He licks his lop anxiously as he tells Shouto, "Sorry, looks like I can't walk home with you now."

"But here," Y/N fishes out a piece of card and pen from his uniform pocket, he hastily scribbles on it then hands it to Shouto, "have my number." Shouto's hand hovers mid-air for a while before he takes the card into his palms, but his eyes and face remain the exact equable expression the entire time.

"You can call me if you have any problems — not saying you can't call me anytime but yep just call me!"

Y/N spins around on his heel to leave but all of a sudden he turns back again, putting on a greasy smirk, "And don't worry, I'll have your number too if you call me."

And he sprints away because he's five minutes late to his job and he needs that cha-ching for a living.

"...hah."

Shouto wedges the piece of card in his pocket and continues walking along the streets.

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"Hey, you!"

An old man with some lengthy ass beard stops Y/N by the side of a dojo, he's attired in a set of aikido uniform just like the others within the dojo.

"Ah?"

"Yes, you!" the old man points at Y/N with his finger and says.

"Uhuh?"

"You know how to fight without your quirk?"

"Yes?" Y/N answers, uncertain as it has been a while since he's engaged in conflict without using his quirk or even fight with the other rascals on the streets.

"Then get in! We need one more person!"

"Why ...?"

"To spar in pairs!"

"Do I have to pay?" Y/N shifts his head closer to ask the old man since he isn't gonna do shit that he has to get hurt from and pay for it!

"No."

"I'll do it then!"

Y/N plods behind the old man as they enter the dojo, the old man — or dojo master — questions him some basic shit while he searches for something in the storeroom, "Have you fought someone before?"

"Of course," sneering at the ridiculous question, Y/N creases his arms across his chest and continues waiting for the old man.

"Okay then, now put these on," the old man tosses him the thin stack of clothes, which Y/N supposes should be the uniform, "be quick because it's your turn soon."

"Okay, okay!"

Now donning the sheer uniform from the old man, Y/N steps forth to the matted ground and goes into preparation stance, arms guarding the chest and feet firmly planted on the floor.

Before fighting the guy just opposite him Y/N turns to ask the dojo master, "Do I just fight him with any way?"

"Do you know any martial arts at all?" the dojo master questions him in return, sitting by the side with his legs folded below his knees and hands laying atop his thighs. Y/N shakes his head then does the dojo master continue, "then just do whatever you want as long as you either knock him out or get him out the square in the end without using your quirk."

"Alright then," a grin seething with enthusiasm rises along his lips as Y/N cracks his knuckles and stretches his neck.

Y/N charges at the man opposite him and glide to the right to give him a blow to his side. But his opponent reacts, he instead bends to the side to dodge the kick then hoists his arm up and strikes for Y/N's head. The latter ducks down so the punch misses, yet the man raises his leg up at full speed almost immediately, chopping it down straight at Y/N's shoulder!

"Ah! TSSSSSS!"

By instinct, Y/N's hand rapidly clasps onto the man's ankle and jerks him down by force. When the man's on the ground, Y/N copes with the ache on his shoulder whilst he straddles the man's waist and locks his arm the neck, other hand compressing the man's free arm to the floor. A foot remains fixed on the ground as Y/N's other leg straightens out, so as to when the man struggles, he just twists his legs around to keep the man secured in his grip.

"Stop stop stop!"

"Am I not supposed to do that?" Y/N loosens his arm around the man's neck and twists his head to gaze at the dojo master who has halted the match.

"No, but I'll let it past. Just don't do it again."

Y/N gestures an 'ok' sign to the dojo master, getting upright to his feet, one of his shoulders sags to the side as he rubs the bruise for a brief few seconds.

And another round begins.

"Woah, that was intense," limbs spilling across the floor, Y/N's chest swells up and down as he remarks. Droplets of sweat gradually pool in the region just below his head as the remnant of the adrenaline from before gradually lulls down.

"Kid, get on!" the dojo master calls whilst he kicks Y/N's limp body, "your turn again!"

With wide eyes, Y/N lifts his head towards the dojo master's direction in a rigid fashion, body too sore to move and voice too hoarse to yell at him, "Wait what again?!"

"This is child abuse!"

"Shut up, I'll get you supper after!"

"Yes sensei!" instantly, Y/N's eyes flare up in the shape of donburi comically and he's well and up again, ready to fight!

Turns out, after two hours, his stamina is now completely vacant and so is his self-confidence in his combat skills.

"I just realised how rusty my sparring skills are," Y/N mutters on the side, head dangling down as his hand reaches up to knead at his temples, back slumped against the wall right behind.

"Yeah, so you better keep coming."

"Oh sure—wait what no," his lips slightly agape, he pinches the bridge of his nose, firmly rejecting the dojo master.

"I'll treat you to dinner every week on this day for you to come."

"Deal."

"Ay old man, why though?" Y/N remembers to ask him whilst he helps clear up the dojo with the dojo master after the night sparring lessons have ended.

"I've seen you fight around the back alleys here before and I thought you had potential."

"Oh, I've always thought that too until I realised not really."

"Just practice more and increase your speed then you'll be fine."

"Oh okay."

"So keep coming."

"Alright alright, don't need to keep repeating!"

TO NOTE

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A TEASE A DYA BRINGS YOU CLOSER TO YOUR DEATH  003

THE BLONDES ARE TAKING OVER THIS CHAPTER there's denki who can borderline be counted as blonde, katsuki who's pretty blonde, and the overly confident boy who's probably blonde too.

"AY AY AY WAIT FOR ME!!"

Y/N hares towards the blob of mustard and ketchup in the distance, tousled bangs recoiling along with each step. His arm extends forth as attempts to reach Denki's back.

Making out Y/N's voice from a gap, Denki increases his pace and treads faster to avoid being thought to be in league with the freak screeching at the back, lips just murmuring persistently, "God, I don't know who this guy is. I don't know who this guy is, I don't know w-tssss, you're so heavy!"

Arms slithered on Denki's neck and legs fastened around his waist like kinky tentacles, Y/N lodges on his back like chewed up gum as he lugs at Denki's ear and yells into it, "I thought we were best friends Denki?!"

Denki flinches at the strident volume and dodges his head from Y/N's claws, but before he even reacts and lashes the squid on his back off-

-the hardcore punk boy beside him makes his act first, he gawks at his friend with overly expanded anime eyes, "Kaminari you got a new best friend??!?! What about me, are you leaving me??" He gasps and clutches his chest in the Berkoff way, mouth agape as he points a trembling finger at Denki with his free hand.

"Of course not, you're my one and only," Denki purrs in a pompous fashion, pouting his bottom and fluttering his lashes at Kirishima - which gains him a punch on the shoulder from the latter and a brief but firm choke at the waist from Y/N.

"I'm getting goosebumps," Y/N shivers from Denki's 'sweet' talk and rests his on the stiff boy's shoulder in intimacy, "but KiriKami though."

Denki: "????"

"Your cp with Kirishima."

"Oh, Jesus take the wheel."

Now it's Kirishima's turn to be perplexed, he pivots to Denki with a puzzled frown tipping his lips downwards - which Denki receives and explains then, "Couple." Regaled by the sight of Kirishima's jaw slacking in sheer scepticism (this untainted boy's probably never even heard of yaoi or bl culture), he puts a hand on his back.

"????!!?!?!"

When Kirishima's head snaps to his direction to confirm, Denki just dips his head with a stifled grin towing at his folded lips, the coral tint blenching at the pressure, "Yes, I know."

"Heiheihei."

"Is that burning wheat head there Katsuki?" Y/N asks the other whilst he narrows his eyes at chafing silhouette in a further range beside a tree by the sidewalks, "well it seems it is, from that unmistakable hedgehog hair. I'm gonna go irrita-I mean talk to him."

Bidding a hasten goodbye to the mustard and ketchup duo, Y/N steps up his speed and plods towards Katsuki to save the tree from a fate of being set aflame.

"Uh ... s-see you tomorrow!" Denki blurts out as a salmon flush sifts across his cheeks and the tip of his ears flare up.

Y/N hums in response, letting out an amused chuckle at his face, "Alright, Den-ki."

"Katsuki!"

The said person turns a deaf ear to the voice shrieking at him behind, he continues striding his way along the streets, hands prodding into his pockets. Katsuki deeply inhales and exhales, teeth gritting against each other and searing eyes shut for a second.

Getting the point that Katsuki is most likely not going to make any response anytime soon, Y/N slopes his head and blocks his way with a grin that makes Katsuki want to slap him all the way to Texas, "You know what your name reminds me of?" He leans in.

Still, Katsuki refuses to speak or give any form of response, but the subtle quail of his eyebrows and twitch by the side of his lips rats him out. Y/N swivels to walk shoulder-by-shoulder with him and simpers at the reaction he wanted and got.

"Ya know Deidara? The Ino-lookalike in Naruto?" he adjourns for a second to let Katsuki think, then he exclaims, his hands gesturing in the air, "He goes katsu katsu!"

Instantly, Katsuki's face dims down and wrings into a scowl. Spinning his head to Y/N direction, the latter can see the swollen veins streaming along his face, and Katsuki snarls, "Screw off."

"Kats-"

"I said," he heaves a hefty gulp of air whilst he sinks his head, letting murkiness cast over his eyes, "fuck off." His hand reaches up to run through his hair as he loiters.

"What the fuck is wrong with you."

There it is, the same words he's heard so many times in his short life and it's so frequent that he-

"Alright I'm going plan 6," attaining the limit of his patience, Y/N seizes Katsuki's wrist and drags him off into the opposite direction of where they were walking to.

Katsuki wrangles against his firm grip which he to no avail, couldn't impel off off his reddening wrists. He redirects his focus to Y/N and snaps, exposing the ignited blaze within his crimson irises to him, "Oi! Where are you bringing me?" Seeing no response, he draws his arm back with duress and continues, "Tch, I can walk by myself."

"Just follow me I'll bring you to this one place I used to work at," Y/N says as he snatches Katsuki's wrist again, taking no reaction to his protests, the corner of his lips hefts into a devious beam, "I think you'll fall in love with it once you get there."

"Hmph, I better."

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"What's this?"

The two teens stand in front of the entrance of a stairwell to a dubious place from the flashing neon signs and posters pinned on the walls beside that seem like it would belong outside a strip club or bar.

"An anger room, of course," Y/N says like they can even identify which sign belongs to where they're going exactly from all the blinding neon shit, settling an arm around Katsuki's neck (he has to tiptoe a little to reach).

"Are you sure it isn't an underground place for drug dealing or shit?"

Y/N sighs whilst shaking his head at Katsuki, putting more of his weight above him. "Yeah it is shady but it's the cheapest in the area, man," as he shrugs in his regular casual manner, he smacks Katsuki on his back to assure him, "and it's gonna be fine! You've got me bro, livin' on the streets with the yakuza roaming around since childhood."

"Hmph, I'll trust you for once," Katsuki murmurs in an almost faded volume, he folds his arms and turns his head away from Y/N's vision, chin upright to the sky, vain as always.

"Oh and just saying before we go in, you gotta pay for yourself because I'm broke as fuck to pay the price for two people."

"But you said it was cheap?" Katsuki turns his head back and arches a brow at him.

"I gotta save every penny I can, I pay my sister's school fees too man," Y/N answers and just stares at the front equipped with a tranquil smile like nothing can go wrong (everything goes to shit).

"So is that why I always see you around everywhere?" Digging his hands into his pocket, Katsuki adds, "part-timing?"

"You do?" surprised by the fact, Y/N questions as he glances in Katsuki's direction.

"MCD, that one boba tea chain shop, Familymart, this fancy restaurant," Katsuki lists out most of the places he has seen the boy at.

"Oh, all except the boba tea one. I quit since they procrastinated to give me my salary," as if to add to it, he laughs faintly at himself before changing the topic, "anyways, let's get in man. We're blocking the way."

Detaching his forelimb from Katsuki's shoulder, he treads towards the dim stairwell and makes his way down to the front counter of the anger room. He wedges a thousand yen note at the man guarding the doorway to the place, conveying him an ingratiating simper. The man takes a glimpse at Y/N and steps aside, nodding.

The entrance room is coated with an amber, crimson wash, some of the walls are slightly cracked and torn, revealing the original beige colour from it, and the front counter stows in the middle of two doors leading to who knows where.

Y/N wends his way over towards the boy wholly focusing on gliding through his phone by the counter, he winches up an arm and spanks the boy in the head, "Aye, Kaito."

"Aish-who the fu-Oh L/N," Kaito's head ascends and he sets his phone down on the desk beside him. "You comin' back to work here or somethin'?" he queries and arcs a brow, bracing an elbow on the counter and easing his jaw on the back of his hand.

"Nah, just bringing a friend here to take out his anger issues," Y/N ridicules whilst gesturing at the wheat head beside him that has been silent for some time.

"Oh okay then," Kaito gives Katsuki a brief glance before continuing as he twists back to get the safety equipment for them, "how many minutes?"

"Two for ten minutes, just the usual one for people new to this."

"Alright, take these clothes and I'll lead you guys to the room," placing the stack of navy jumpers on the counter, he turns around to exit the checkout and walk forth to the door on the left.

Y/N and Katsuki trailed behind him through the door and over to a corridor of wine, carmine colour hues, they progress by a number of doors marked with a variety of symbols. Some weakly echoing whimpers that make people go into the crooked region of their minds and others clamouring with the sound of someone sparring. Until they halt at a door with the fragile icon, does Katsuki's frown allay a little. A grin stretches upon Y/N's lips at his rich of interest in this place, as it's been a while since he's visited and a lot has undergone change.

He peers to his side, to see Katsuki run his narrowed eyes over the area with heed as a result of the suspicious noises they previously heard. Muffling a snicker, Y/N kinks his brows at him and asserts in amusement, "Don't tell me you haven't been to one of these underground businesses."

Earning an irked lour from Katsuki, Y/N surrenders with his hands before his chest, palms facing outwards, he chuckles. "Okay, okay now put on your protection man," he holds up an orange helmet as well as a pair of gloves in one hand, gesturing at it, "I don't wanna get scolded by my future-parents-in-law if you get hurt or somethin'."

Katsuki rips the equipment off Y/N's hands and puts it on, but not before giving the latter a toxin-brimmed remark, "Even if I get hurt it's none of your business! And who the fuck's your future-parents-in-law, you're not gonna meet them!"

"Who knows."

Before Katsuki begins his rampage, Y/N disrupts his spiralling fury by tossing him a baseball bat all of a sudden, "Here, catch this."

"You can start."

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"Soooo," Y/N drags on the end of the syllable as he lazes his head on his intertwined hand behind, idly sealing his eyes shut whilst they walk along the streets, "How was it?"

They have just finished their prolonged two-hour session, thronged with Katsuki flinging his bat to the side to instead wield his explosive quirk, Y/N wrecking glass bottles at the sidelines and springing up and about the room to avoid the searing fireballs constantly shadowing after him.

"It was okay," Katsuki, proud and egotistical as he always is, responds with a typical answer to such question whilst he folds his arm and acts the part of proud.

"Only okay?"

"I even skipped my part-time job this afternoon for you," Y/N holds a hand under his nose as he sniffles until he couldn't mute his smile and he says, "and are you sure because ... who was the one yelling to add ten more minutes and more mannequins to break again?"

"Tch."

"Alright, I'll stop."

"Where's your house, I'll send you there like the gentleman I am."

"More like stalker," Katsuki sneers with his nasal, evidently distance himself from said stalker to show - to no avail, since the stalker slinks an arm around his shoulder to keep him from creating more gap between them.

"For you I don't mind being one."

Katsuki almost jumps and soar into his temper as he strolls, "You-I-"

"Oya, you're angry?" Y/N teases, his eyes squint into a roguish grin as he outstretches his hand to graze at Katsuki's forehead as if to test his temperature.

Katsuki slaps his hand away as soon it scrapes against his skin, a crease crinkles at his forehead with his vexation, he shouts, "Yes I am! Now fuck off!"

"Alright alright! Just let me ..." Y/N lets out a slipped laugh at first then he trails off.

"Let you wh-"

Y/N pinches Katsuki's chin, drawing him closer whilst he grasps Katsuki's wrist post-haste to extinguish the readied offence in his palms. And before Katsuki acts on his own instinct to struggle out of his grip, he turns his head and feels a sultry, plumed peck on his lips.

HONG!

The chafe ended within a mere second but both their faces burst into a wide diversity of colour ranges, from a pale green to white then to crimson. Eye widened and mouth agape, they stare at each other, stunned. Y/N is the first to pull back from his stupor, he blinks his eyes then overlays his hand atop his lips as he hacks in a rigid demeanour.

He did not expect Katsuki to twist his face at the exact moment he tried to kiss his cheek quickly.

Composing himself with a collected facade - too calm to be like his normal self - he cracks the silence with his voice, "I-I-it w-w-wasn't-I gotta go, s-since my little sister's probably waiting for me at home."

"SO BYE! "

Until he's several roads away from the person he wants to really hide from at the moment, Y/N halts his footsteps and breathes in slowly as he stirs a hand through his dishevelled hair with his brows furrowed.

Fuck.

He messed up.

And when Katsuki finally reacts over, only to find Y/N's already-bolting back view across the street, and vONG!-Wisps of flames begin crackling behind his back.

"FUCKER, COME BACK AND FIGHT ME FACE ON!"

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"S/N!"

"Yeah?" her voice reverberates from the kitchen.

"I gotta go first so I'm just gonna grab this milk and go!" plucking the carton of milk from the table surface, Y/N scuttles to the doorway and crams his shoes on in urgency.

"Okay! Don't forget your keys!"

Y/N hums at the top of his voice in reply, he departs from the house, slamming the door shut behind him so harsh that even S/N cringes at the volume. Seeing as the elevator will take longer for him to go down, he sprints down the tapered and rundown stairway, from the eighth level to ground level.

Out of the apartment and down the streets by the zebra crossings, Y/N leans against the lamp post, eyeing the decreasing bright red digits beside the tiny red human symbol on the traffic lights. Just as he groans in tedium, a pot of fair hair in the bustling crowd intercepts his attention, and from peering at his side profile - Y/N blows a whistle at it internally.

Honed jaw and rather pasty skin, he strikes most to be somewhat feminine-looking at first impression but his broader shoulders say otherwise. His fringe dangles over his left eye, indigo irises pouring forth with confidence, and pale red lips pursed.

"My eyes have been blessed for the day," Y/N indistinctly mumbles into his palms veiling over his mouth, eyes glued to the blonde head a distance away.

"Eh? We're going the same way?" realising they've been walking the same way the whole time, Y/N can't help but doubt that it's rather sceptical that it can't be a coincidence or anything similar. Well, until he gets a glimpse of the front of the boy's blazer and recalls the familiar-looking green stripes on it, "Oh, Yuuei High School."

Waiting for the metro to arrive at the station, Y/N feasts his eyes on the beauty in the configuration of that blonde boy, he gets overly engrossed into it that the advent of the train doesn't process through his eyes nor his ears - up till the announcement resounds through the platform, does he act over and use his quirk to catch up to the closest shutting metro door.

As he steps in the train, his foot just about to get snared by the sliding doors, Y/N makes it and brooks a breath of relief. Reminiscing the slight horrors of the moment just before, he curses profanities in a low tone whilst he clutches onto a suspended strap handle, "Holy fuck, that was close."

Ten minutes later, after Y/N gets off the train.

"Excuse me."

Y/N's head snaps to the direction of the speaker and meets a pair of violet pupils. His voice is neither deep nor high, regulated at a median pitch - differing it from most people's voices. It gives people a pleasant sensation to their ears despite his malice-pervaded words, and Y/N is no exception to the sorcery of his tonality.

Y/N staggers a little before answering the boy, "Yeah?"

"Can you like..." he starts strongly but tapers off, the boy presses his lips together as if there's something in his mind stalling him from speaking further.

"Yes?"

His blenching lips part, sighing with exasperation, he goes on, "Can you stop following me?"

"???!!?!"

"You've been following me since like twenty minutes ago on the street just below my apartment and your stare is uncomfortable."

Listening on till this point, Y/N finally can't continue restraining his laugh and doubles over right in the middle of the station platform. It isn't until retches of tears brim his eyes does he straighten up and says to the boy with a sweet smile adorning his lips, "Overly imagining things is an illness, I think you should go to a doctor bro."

"Because I live there in an apartment close by too."

"Then why are you coming down on the same station as me?" the boy doesn't concede he's wrong and persists to ask, chin angling upwards at Y/N.

"I'm a Yuuei student too," hauling the exact same blazer from his shoulder, Y/N sways it up in front of him for the boy to see, "See~"

Even the blank face can't conceal the boy's atmosphere that turned blatantly awkward but that doesn't stop his never-ending loop of questions still, "What class are you in? Are you a senior or something?"

"Nope, just got in this month from the exam."

"Then-"

"Buddy, are you sure you don't want to hurry up?" Y/N cuts him off, a mocking smile tugging at his lips as he points at the looming clock on top of one of the entrances to the station, "It's almost time for class to start now."

"Oh fuck! "

The boy hastens towards the front, outright ending his conversation with Y/N to steer clear of a late mark on his attendance chart.

"See you~"

Y/N only dispatches a classic™ wink to him.

"Shut up!"

TO NOTE

i've been looking through these chapters and god, when i compared it to this one bnha oneshot i read.

it was fucking horrendous - but i'll just take my time and write properly so it would be of better quality?

[iwannafuckyexiu]

A TEASE A DAY BRINGS YOU CLOSER TO DEATH  002

TIGHT P.E. UNIFORMS AND AIZAWA'S KINKY BANDAGE SCARF to think about it, this whole anime can become a hentai if you have great imagination.

Click.

A boy stands beside the door, blazer slung over his shoulder, the top button of his uniform wide open and crimson tie hanging loosely around the collar. The first thing that most notices about him was his long and narrow but charming eyes then the ruffian temperament he has.

Overall, people conclude that he has nice looks to woo some girls but he seems too much like a rascal down the back alleys instead of a hero in the making.

And yes, it is Y/N.

"Woah, this class is full of beauties," he comments and flashes a slovenly grin to them as he leaned on the wall just beside him like he has no fucking bones.

"Who do you think is the prettiest then?" a familiar mustard head boy retorts with a very difficult question for anyone that has seen too much high score faces.

To that, Y/N just laughs: "Of course it's—"

"YOU!"

"I remember you asshole from the exam, you fucking stole one of my kills!" a pissed off voice calls, and oh boy Y/N thought it was familiar enough, as he did get kicked by him in the middle of his sleep when they first met.

"Language, Bakugou-san! We should be civilised and educated h—" this guy with glasses makes an attempt to lecture 'Bakugou-san' but gets cut off by that unkempt boy by the door.

Y/N walks over to Bakugou's table and plants his hands on his desk, veering down to grin at him, "Oooh, well isn't that Tsundere-kun who's oh-so passionate to me?" Tipping his chin up with two fingers, Y/N shifts his lips towards Bakugou's ear — to the point where the latter can sense Y/N's mellow breath against his left ear, "Why, missin' me?"

The close proximity and resonant voice of his finds Bakugou with a flaming face that stays even after Y/N backs away. "S-SHUT UP DIPSHIT! AND FOUR EYES I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT BEING A CIVILISED PERSON!"

"Okay, okay," Y/N puts his hands in the air and saunters away from the scorching piece of wheat, but his tone still as amused as ever, "I'll see you later boy."

"Hey Y/N!"

Rotating his head, Y/N recognises the mustard hair boy in one glance. His eyes arch as a lively leer contorts his features, "Ah, if it isn't blushy boy Denki here."

"Likewise, s-scoundrel."

"Awh I thought I'd at least be a charmer or something."

"Nah man, your whole body just shrieks: 'I like flirting with anyone that looks decent' and that's exactly true to you."

"But you're not decent — you're," Y/N pauses for a while, "pretty good." Not only pretty good. His yellow hair and semi-long fringe frame his face and jowl to perfection, those phoenix eyes of his when they curve into crescents as he smiles adds to the glamour. And not to mention his well-kept figure. All that makes him overall attractive to almost anyone — absolute hot punk boy there.

But all that description is just in Y/N's mind and he just can't really piece all his words together properly in one go.

"Pfft," Denki snickers at Y/N's lack of vocabulary and questions with a cocked brow, "did you run out of words from your dictionary or something?"

"Yep, I'm too illiterate for this shit," Y/N admits with a generous grin, splaying his hands out. But he continues shamelessly: "But at least I have a good personality."

Denki comically sweatdrops, "Good personality, sure."

"Uhm ... is this—is this c-class 1a?" the colossal door gapes open once again and a tiny broccoli head kid walks in, hands fumbling at the hem of his blazer and head poking out to check around.

Skin limpid as jade, cheeks still plump with some baby fat, peach lips a coral hue and teeth ivory white. He has an endearing face that makes all girls want to be his mother and freckles to add to it, but those lofty glaucous eyes and that innocent, chaste but anxious smile are the main highlights here.

"No, this is class 1c for crackheads," Denki says which makes a few other students including Y/N to choke on their giggles.

"Hi! I'm Uraraka Ochaco, remember me? Thanks for helping me in the exams!" a girl with mousy hair scurries over to broccoli kid, and she holds both his hands in her palms to show her gratitude and sincerity — which broccoli kid in reaction goes into a tint of crimson at.

"Oh shit, that guy gettin' some pussy there."

"Ahahah ..." broccoli kid laughs, quite strained as he turns to the speaker of that comment. Taking a brief glance at Y/N, broccoli kid's eyes enkindle once he remembers who he is and he exclaims, "Oh! I saw you uh—uh use your quirk to help a lot of people and you looked awesome running around!"

"A-And when you launched off from the wall to the kick the robot!"

"It was epic!" he concludes, doe eye glistening like the stars in a dark night as he gazes at Y/N with elation.

"He only got the kill because I was fighting it first!" Bakugou tries to interrupt but his signal's just too faint for Y/N to give a fuck at the moment, so this boy gets brushed aside.

"Thanks, freckles! I'm L/N Y/N but you can call me," he halts for a dramatic pause before resuming, "tonight." Y/N ends it with a classic wink which leaves freckles' poor heart in havoc for the second time of the day.

"A-Ah I'm Midoriya Izuku!" broccoli boy juts his hand out enthusiastically, so enthusiastic that his dainty fingers are trembling slightly.

Stepping forth, Y/N takes his hand and squeezes it as he cleaves onto it, "I'll take note of that~" After he lets go (which Izuku is so glad of because he feels like he's going to pass out from high blood pressure very soon if Y/N doesn't stop the pinching at his hand), he says to Izuku, "Anyways, I'm gonna go take a seat at the back there, see you later!" Once again, he leaves another victim of vigorous teasing and flirting shaken in his original spot for quite some while with his heart battering way too fast for his lungs to keep up.

Y/N ensconces himself at the back, in the seat just beside a boy Melanie Martinez hair that can without a doubt be the most beguiling person in the room. But the boy just seems like he doesn't want to socialise with anyone in the class, perching by his seat all on his own, completely silent.

So Y/N decides to speak to him, beginning by tilting over towards his desk, "Heyyyyyy." A pregnant silence fills in the gap between the pause before Y/N speaks again, "Aren't you gonna say something?"

"Say what?" half and half boy unexpectedly glances over to Y/N, chiselled features void of any sentiment at all, gelid and impassive.

Y/N: "Hol-y shit."

The boy's voice isn't exactly low and deep but it has soft and refined texture to it, serene tone adding an eccentric touch to it. And when Y/N sees his face — skin ashen as snow with the exception of the red patch to his left eye, knife-shaped brows and heterochromatic irises protruding his pretty features.

Half and half boy: "???"

"I'm just surprised of your front face and voice," clarifies Y/N, seeing his creased forehead and the modest curve of frown on his pale lips.

"Oh."

"So—"

Y/N switches his focus to the big yellow pile at the door, "Wait is that a big dick in a condom?"

The classroom gradually hushes down as they all stare at the condom-looking thing, all at a loss of words as the condom writhes into the room like a caterpillar.

"That took eight seconds for you all to quiet down," an exhausted voice comes from the yellow condom. And a man's face shows itself from the zipper, slowly getting out while he continues to speak, "Hello, my name is Aizawa Shouta and I'm your homeroom teacher for this year and probably the next and the year after."

He heaves a deep sigh: "Pleasure to meet you all."

"Doesn't look like it."

Not taking any attention to the remark, Aizawa just remains in his own world. He fishes out a pile of sapphire clothes and says to the class, "Okay that's that, now change into these P.E. uniforms, we're going outside."

"Where are the changing rooms, Aizawa-sensei?" four eyes questions the already tired teacher, glasses glinting in the artificial light.

"Look at the sig—ugh nevermind, I'll just tell you."

"Go out, turn right, turn right, turn left, then turn right."

"Thank you, sensei!" Four eyes bows literally ninety-degrees to Aizawa, to which the latter just hums tiresomely.

"Are we gonna like do track and field with our quirks or something? Because I can't think of anything else we can do on the field and train for being a pro hero."

"Probably, I'm fine with either since my quirk literally is designed for dodging and running away."

"Hah, fuckin' pussy."

"Is that a new pet name?" before Bakugou even retaliates something back, Y/N swivels to face him whilst he walks backwards. An impish smirk brimming his lips, he says, "because if so, I'll gladly accept it."

"Looks like our friendship has increased ey?" As he approaches Bakugou, Y/N skips forth and hitches an arm around his shoulder.

"Who's your fucking friend?" Bakugou smacks Y/N's arm away, a contemptuous look sweeping over his face, "you're just an extra."

"I don't mind as long as I get to see all these pretty boys and girls."

"Sicko."

In the chaotic changing room.

"Turn over, you fucking weirdo!" Bakugou glowers menacingly at the pair of eyes just staring at his figure, clutching onto a plastic bottle, ready to just fling it at Y/N directly in the head.

"Okay, okay," Y/N chuckles as he pivots around towards the vast sink.

"But L/N-san's still staring from the mirror ..." Izuku, the only person who's honest and morally righteous, mumbles before getting shushed by Y/N.

"Shh."

It is absolute heaven in the changing rooms to Y/N, good ass bodies everywhere. Especially Bakugou, Denki, and Izuku's — the well-built type, slightly fit type and the holy-shit-he-fucking-has-eight-packs-like-bakugou-only-has-six type. Although Y/N wished to see half and half's body, but that clearly didn't happen as the guy probably dislikes being open with other people and changed in a stall.

"L/N-san? L/N-san?" Izuku goes over to Y/N, seeing that he's just gazing over at Katsuki and Denki as they change into their sports uniforms. Receiving no responses from the boy, Izuku proceeds to hold his shoulders and swing him back and forth. "L/NL/NL/NL/NL/NL/N!!"

"A-Ah, stop shaking! I'm back!" Y/N opens his eyes wide, hastily halting the broccoli from continuing to shake him to avoid a tragedy that ends with him getting a concussion. After Y/N wears off the feeling to puke, he finally says, "Yeah what is it, Izuku?"

"What were you blanking out at, L/N-san?" curious baby, Izuku, queries with his pristine, glistering emerald eyes.

To such a cuteass Izuku, Y/N only responds with: "Well, my brother — that's ..."

Izuku: "...?"

"Nothing."

"You'll know once you get into the world of zeroes and ones."

Izuku: "?????"

Izuku can't do it anymore and just says, "Okay ... but L/N-san, aren't you going to change?"

"Oh right, thanks for reminding!"

Y/N unbuttons his white uniforms and slips it off swiftly, revealing a whole patch of hirsute skin. As he gets out of his pants, he steps into the P.E. uniform and skids it up his body in his own leisure pace.

The three victims of his can't help but stare at his slender figure, lips agape to a slight extent. Obtrusive collarbones and unmarred complexion are uncloaked for a brief moment, rather bewitching and ravishing to them. His draped eyes entranced into unbuttoning his shirt, lashes flickering slowly as his slim fingers flick open the clasps.

It isn't until Y/N walks out of the changing that the three crack out of their daze. Let's just conclude this with: they try their best to convince themselves that they're straight with the: 'I am straight as a flat surface' persuasion.

"These P.E. uniforms look cool as fuck on us!" this rock-n'-roll-looking boy blurts out, enlivened, his fists toss into the air, making him look like a complete teenager who's too outgoing and lively.

"Yep, I agree. I mean look at it sticking tightly onto their bodies, I'm—oh shit." Y/N feels a surge of heat flow through his nose and before he knows it, a habitual scent floods his senses.

"Your nose is bleeding!"

"Oh it's fine, I get it a lot," Y/N responds, his voice distorted by his fingers pinching at his nose to halt the bleed, expression composed enough to see that he's gone through the same process quite a number of times.

、、、

"Alright we're gonna do a Quirk Apprehension Test, so listen carefully," Aizawa says and proceeds to explain what they're going to do today and 'threatening' the students with: "Our school is pretty chill about freedom on campus and that also applies to teachers too, so guess what you little bitches? I get to use any teaching method I want." Cue the crooked smile that just gets intensifies thousand times with his pale complexion and dry eyes.

"Bakugou," Aizawa makes his call of death (to the others anyways), "how far could you pitch a softball in junior high?"

"Sixty-seven meters."

Hurling a ball at Bakugou (which he does catch), Aizawa orders, "Now, use your quirk this time and you can do whatever you want as long as you stay in the circle."

His hand gripping onto the ball so clinched, Bakugou paces forth into the circle. He takes his ready position, arm swaying back and legs proding into the ground. And he swings his arm forward to fling the ball out of his hand!

"DIE!!"

He thrusts the softball further by generating explosions, and the ball charges across the air at an impressive speed, tendrils of amber flames trailing behind.

"I bet he has mommy issues," Y/N whispers into half-half boy's ear, gaining him the look of daggers from Bakugou (don't ask me how he hears it) and a blank stare from half-half boy.

Aizawa lets Bakugou go back and unveils his score to the class — a whopping 702.5 meters distance. The whole class's jaws disjoint at the unbelievable mark, facial expressions just overwhelmed with revelation.

"Hold on we have to use our quirks for these tests?" Y/N looks around at everyone, they're all either gushing with self-confidence or abasing themselves. Only the nicest of them all, half-half boy gives him a nod.

"Fuck, man."

Embarking with the first activity, fifty meter dash, everyone has been doing a lot better than Y/N thought (which may just be him being an arrogant little shit) and that frets him. With four eyes' score of 3.04, ribbit-ribbit 5.58, and kinky-tail guy's 5.49, Y/N can sense peril in his own self-reliance.

Then it is Katsuki (after shamelessly annoying him, he finally got his first name) and Izuku's race. Both their veins are bulging out from their arms and necks, thigh muscles clenching taut.

"Oh, the cauliflower and broccoli are going against each other," Y/N remarks as he squats down by the side of the track in an amusement, speaking to probably the souls in the grass, "my favourite cp, bro."

"Cp?" Denki cocks his head.

"Couple, of course."

"OOOoooO," jeering with laughter, Denki takes in Y/N's 'you know what i mean good bud' smile with one of his own.

By the time the two immature teens set the seal on their conversation, Aizawa's already displaying the results of the dash for Katsuki and Izuku. And it is Y/N's turn.

He turns to take a brief look at who his opponent is and fuck. If he doesn't take a look maybe he can just act okay and chill, but he takes a look and holy shit.

"I'm up against you, my brother."

Half-half boy just hums as an answer which gets Y/N stunned in place until the a shrilling squeal from the whistle makes him realise that he's still in a race. Half-half boy's already skating on his ice when Y/N begins sprinting with his quirk, "Wait up, wait for me!"

Spoiler: half-half boy didn't wait for him (naturally but just gonna tell y'all). The whole way, Y/N concentrates his eyes at his feet for some reason, not paying any attention to his opponent and surroundings. Making it to the end, Y/N jogs over the finish line for a little bit before just lounging himself over the grass at the side, chest rising up and down as he regains his steady breath.

"Hah ... hah ..."

"What did I," deep breath, "get?"

"3.41 seconds, L/N-san," Izuku skips over towards the patch of grass Y/N is killing by laying on with an ardent beam and bottle of water, "that was great!"

"Thanks~" Y/N seizes over the bottle of water (he ignores Izuku's protest at him drinking from his bottle), stifling a snigger at the All Might sticker on it giving a thumbs up. He sits up properly with two legs in front of him and knees bent then gulps down a fuck ton of H2O, instantly drinking away half the water inside the bottle, "But what's next?"

Izuku blanks out when he realises that it's an indirect kiss since Y/N drank from his bottle lip-to-tip, not hearing Y/N's question.

Y/N repeats, this time louder: "Izuku, Izuku?"

That gets Izuku out of his thoughts, and he flusters up once he realises what he was thinking of but he still replies to you, "G-Grip Strength test."

"Let me die! Don't hold me back!" Y/N pretends to ram his head into the dirt as he kneels on the ground, arm swinging at the back randomly. He persists to do that for some time until pure broccoli calls him.

"Uh ... Y/N? We're going indoors."

"O-Oh, coming!"

Grip strength, Y/N's quirk and arms say no to that. And that's exactly what his score says too, sixty eight. And to that, Y/N only shrugs and comments, "Well, that isn't very optimistic." But that chill attitude shatters to fragments in seconds when he exclaims, "Even Tsundere-kun got such a high score!"

Katsuki who's just minding his own business by the sidelines with his always-looking-pissed face hears and whoosh! The fire has been lit. "Hey, what do you fucking mean?!"

"The literal meaning, of course," Y/N slims his eyes into a sly grin at Katsuki and diverts his attention to Denki whose score is just being showed, "Naisu, Denki!"

"Thanks!"

Strolling over to sulking broccoli, Y/N pats his shoulder and consoles him a bit, "It's alright Izuku my son, I'm sure you'll probably do great with the next activity. And even if you don't, the next next activity, next next next activity, you'll do good in at least one of them!"

"I can see your potential!"

"Mostly because you look like a typical anime protagonist but yeah I'm not gonna tell you that," Y/N mutters rapidly, too fast to the point that Izuku didn't get it.

Izuku, once again: "?????"

The next activity is the standing jump test, where it's basically like long jump but they just call it standing jump? Anyways, Y/N takes an advantage on it due to his quirk but beyond the mountain is another mountain and four eyes got the highest score.

The final test is the pitch-a-ball. He observes the girl before him, Uraraka, draw her arm back and hurl the softball out like anyone would do, but the ball never came back??? In the end, she got infinity — Y/N is just purely dumbstruck at the fact that it's a thing to panic about his turn.

And when it is his turn, he just breathes one big ass breath in and sends the softball propelling through the sky. Then it falls after one second.

L/N Y/N    71 meters  

Y/N makes an attempt to defend himself, "That's purely my arm strength, I swear."

"Sure, pussy," Katsuki gives him a white eye.

"It won't be good for Midoriya if he keeps doing this," Iida (Y/N finally got corrected by Iida when he said: "Woah, four eyes' gettin' all that scores.") remarks at the sidelines, hands behind his back, making him look unfathomable and profound.

"Of course not, he's a quirkless weakling after all," condemning Izuku with every chance he can, Katsuki laughs icily to the point where he can compare to half-half boy's quirk.

"Quirkless?" Iida frowns and faces Katsuki, "It doesn't seem so from what I saw he did during the practical exam."

"What?!" The fire has been flared up again.

"Aha, you sound like Izuku cheated on you or something."

"Forty-six ...?" a quivering voice sidetracks Y/N's focus, only to see Izuku with his green pupils dilated and face empty of his usual naive smile.

"I stopped you from using your quirk," Aizawa speaks, directing Izuku to stare at him.

"But ... why?"

And then Y/N can't eavesdrop on them anymore due to Aizawa hauling Izuku towards him with his kinky ass bandage scarf that just looks like tendrils in tentacle hentai — Y/N swears he's seen the same product on AliExpress once under the sex toys category. But anyways, when Izuku finally walks back and does his throw, it is magnificent.

The moment Izuku slowly lets go of the ball, his fingertip transforms and the ball gets propelled into the air, cutting through like a keen knife! His score shows up at an impressive 705.3 meters, although his finger did break from overloading too much force into the tip, Izuku's brows finally untangle and he cracks into a grin.

But Katsuki just has to ruin the moment with his shriek, "What's this Deku?!" Sounding like a housewife that just saw her husband cheat, his eyes mantle with red veins, he continues screaming into poor Izuku's face, "I thought you were quirkless?!" Katsuki hoists a fist up to cast explosions at Izuku but a familiar roll of kinky bandage tows him away from the waist.

"Stop making me use my quirk, I have dry eyes now! Fuck!" Aizawa finally snaps, it's probably the class's idiotic-ness that pushed him to the point of swearing in school.

"Sensei, I think you should use some eye drops or something like dang your eyes are literally popping with veins," Y/N attempts to give helpful™ advice, "you can try Thera Te—"

"Shut up."

Y/N: "Alright, alright."

"Is your finger okay, Midoriya-kun?" Uraraka strides towards the beaming broccoli, questioning him with concern present on her face. Y/N blows a whistle at that — to which both teens take no mind to.

"Ah, y-yeah!" Izu·virgin and haven't talked to girls much·ku stammers over his words when Uraraka suddenly slaps his shoulder for his good job. Beads of sweat literally stream down the side of his face by the time Uraraka turns away to speak to pink avatar and invisible girl.

"Y-Y/N," Izuku rolls his name on his tongue, walking over to tug at the boy's shoulder, Th-Thank you for believing in me!"

"No problem, man!" Y/N springs up and thwacks his arm onto Izuku's shoulder, putting all his weight onto the tiny boy.

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"Well I got third to last, that's something to at least cheer for since I'm not last hah!" Y/N stands with his arm akimbo, guffawing out loud for some reason before quickly adding, "oh sorry Izuku, not saying you didn't do great because you did good as fuck in the pitch test! I'm sure you're not getting expelled."

"That asshole of a teacher is probably just telling us that to make us do our best," cambering his chin at Aizawa's direction, speaking in a low voice to Izuku.

"Right, I lied about the expulsion thing."

Fucking silence.

Everyone's just fucking stupefied and maybe a bit pissed at Aizawa.

To everyone's blankness, big tiddy rock-n-roll hair girl just says, "Of course it was a lie, you'd get it if you really used your brain for a little."

"N-Nani."

"I feel betrayed."

"You haven't even known him for more than six hours, so what do you mean betrayed!"

TO NOTE skskskksks i am gonna start updating a bit slowly, so yep that's that

NOT PROPERLY PROOFREAD BECAUSE IT'S TOO LONG

[iwannafuckyexiu]

A TEASE A DAY BRINGS YOU CLOSER TO DEATH 001

GOTH BOI AND ♪ WALKIN' ON SUNSHINE ♬ contrast man, contrast - from a cold and elegant god to a bright and radiant teenager.

It's a typical Saturday night and Y/N is out getting that cash at Rake, a shady underground bar popular for its big tiddy hostesses and youthful hosts. No, he's not a server there, only a bartender at where all the crowd is at which means shit gets busy as fuck. But Y/N doesn't mind, because who would if they could stare at pretty and refined boys all night plus some nice asses as a bonus.

"So how old are you?" Y/N brings up a question to the young man at the bar. He scans the shelf of glass bottles for the Vodka requested while also continuing, "You look bordering underage."

"I'm literally twenty this year!" babyface defends himself friskily, dust of pink painting over his cheeks, clearly the previous glass of alcohol is getting to his skin.

"Ahahah, well to me you definitely look like a snack to those older women or even men." Passing the glass of Vodka to the young man, Y/N moves closer to his ear and says, hot breath tickling against his skin, "You gotta be careful down here, don't take drinks from strangers and don't ever leave your glass unwatched."

The young man's smile clots for a second. "What about you then? You look about my age, just a little shorter," he changes the subject oddly.

Y/N goes along with it and answers, "Me? I'm seventeen, not legal but this place isn't too, so who really gives a fuck around here."

"Good point." The young man chuckles and inclines in agreement.

"Anyways, you lookin' for any f-"

"Ohohoh!" a raucous laugh cuts off Y/N. From the entrance of the underground bar, a guy in a black cloak smacks the back of the man that came with him, poking fun of him, "This place has some nice looking girls, maybe you wanna try getting yourself some pussy while you're at it here?"

Goth boy clinks his tongue, "Shut the fuck up, Twice. We're here to have a meeting, not fuck around." Head twisting in a stoic demeanour, he lours at his companion, turquoise pupils faint with venom slithering slyly at the edges.

The several guests at the bar hush down for a second, all getting the frigidity from goth boy's tone of voice but soon return to normal, only more wary of their surroundings. Everyone here is familiar with the underground rules - even if you hear something or see something, you don't; mind your own business, or you might end up found floating across a river one day, dead.

Y/N peers at goth boy there from the side of his eyes, pouring the Whisky into the glass for the guest in front of you. A cold beauty. Not mentioning those eyes, albeit his face is wreathed with purple patches, you can still tell that before those stitches adorned his face he was definitely hot as fuck (not saying that he isn't now). Picturing some R18 shit in his mind, Y/N wets his ashen lips with a suspicious shine in his eyes as he ogles at goth boy.

"Tsk tsk tsk, waste of some good looks," Y/N comments under his breath stifled, whilst he joggles the cocktail cups in his hand. He lets out a big sigh at the shame in the form of Facepalm-kun. If he got the chance to spend money on coming here, he'd definitely get like at least ten hosts and hostesses.

Goth boy looks over as soon as Y/N utters out his remark. The latter catches his gaze and gasps, then hastily pretends to not notice the eyes on him while he gives another customer their drink in cold sweat and a stiff smile.

"What's wrong?" seeing goth boy raise a brow at the direction of the bar, dark Kermit curiously questions him as he pokes his head out to see what exactly could make his partner interested except for vengeance.

And just as Y/N thought goth boy's going to maybe come over and beat him up, he only withdraws his gaze and carries on striding straight ahead with a poker face. "Nothing, let's go."

Let's just say that goth boy didn't go beat up Y/N mostly because he thought the bartender wasn't good enough for his fire and he wasn't very much bothered at the moment. Well, there goes one of the only exquisite charmers Y/N has seen in recent days.

Fast forward to after Y/N finishes his shift, around eleven at night, he changes out of his uniform and exits the bar by the back alley door. That night, he walks home with the face of goth boy just zooming through his mind.

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Blotting up his hair with a white towel, Y/N saunters into the living room to find his sister calling him vigorously from the kitchen.

"ONII-CHAN ONII-CHAN!" S/N rushes over to him, footsteps echoing through the house like an elephant just passed by. "A-... a ... hah ..." she tries to speak but her lack of oxygen restricts her as her chest heaves up and down.

"Jesus Christ, calm down man," Y/N rubs her back fondly, "what is it S/N?"

After S/N catches her breath, she clasps onto Y/N by both his shoulders and literally wails in his face, "A letter came in from Yuuei!" She waves the letter in his face, so much that Y/N's vision gets rather muddled up from the action.

"WHAT THE FUCK REALLY?!"

"Who was the one to tell me to calm down?" S/N lifts a brow up, taunting him.

"Ahahahhahhahahah. ... let's just look at the results now," Y/N awkwardly laughs then changes the topic to distract S/N. He tears the envelope open and the figure of All Might appears as a hologram in a sudden which petrifies the two for a second.

"Young L/N, I am here to announce that you've been," drum roll, "accepted into Yuuei! Although stealing a kill from another student isn't a very hero thing to do, you still got the point for it! And also you did help catch a lot of falling students which avoided a great number of injuries for us to heal, so that's a bonus!"

"Congratulations, my child!"

"Holy shit you're in!" S/N yells before she begins bouncing up and down around the house like she's the one who got accepted into Yuuei. After a while, her stamina goes back to zero and she sits herself down on the couch, taking deep breaths. "Onii-chan?" she realises that Y/N hasn't spoken at all after watching hologram, he's just been sitting down in utter silence.

But when S/N sees his face, she lets out a giggle, "Are you crying?"

The male springs up as soon as he hears that, "N-No I'm not! It was just sand okay?" The glossy shine in his eyes makes S/N think otherwise.

"Mhm, sure. Now spill."

Exhaling deeply, Y/N's head droops and his eyelids curtain over any emotions divulging in his irises. He pauses for a while, then says in a low whisper, "I'm just ... happy that I got in despite having such a fucking useless quirk in combat."

"Awh, is this a heart to heart conversation?" S/N is a mood ruiner.

Now the feeling of standing at a railing of a bridge alone and drowning in melancholy is gone, replaced with only the purest urge to give his sister a big ass slap.

"No, now let's go eat and celebrate or something," Y/N responds with a flat tone, clearly just wants to get done and over with the shameful talk. He gets up from the couch and strolls over to the doorway, fishing the chain of keys that dangled on the edge of the shelf to the left of the door.

Chasing after him, S/N tugs on his shoulder, "Don't try to ignore the fact that you were crying and melting, I saw it with my own eyes!"

"What do you want to eat?" Y/N disregards the statement and continues to ask her, successfully taking her attention away from the embarrassing moment that just happened not up to five minutes ago.

"Let's go to McDonald's! It's like five minutes away and twenty-four hours open!" her eyes gleam like stars while she thinks about all the fries she's going to get.

"Okay, now put your shoes on you lazy ass, you're not going bare feet."

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"Woah that's a lot onii-chan, are you sure we can finish this?" S/N's pupils dilate at the amount of shit on the tray that Y/N sets on the circular table.

"Of course, we have you don't we?" Y/N retorts with a mock, a cheeky grin rising on his features as his eyes curl into crescents.

"Onii-chan!" S/N pouts and glares at Y/N, which honestly give him the chills with those shoujo school girl vibes.

"Hey, I remember you!" a voice calls outs. The two siblings turn to find the source of the sound but they only see a blur of yellow dashing towards them, not minding the queer looks that the other customers are giving them.

When the blur of yellow stops in front of Y/N, he takes a while to flip through his gallery of bishounens until he finds one that matches this blur of yellow, "Oh, it's you!" Like his switch has been flicked, his expression alters to one in glee, eyes flaring up.

"Bro!" the boy immediately hooks his arm around Y/N's shoulder like they were on intimate terms and takes a seat with them, joining their table.

Y/N stiffens for a second before relaxing his muscles and gripping sunshine boy's waist back, "Bro!"

"Did you get accepted? The results are out now!" sunshine boy lets go of Y/N shoulder to take a handful of fries from the pile on the tray, taking no attention of S/N glare.

"Of course! Why else would I be here celebrating?" Y/N remarks in an: 'of course I'm here to celebrate and not to cry, what are you thinking man' tone, as his hand mischievously rubs against sunshine boy's waist. And sunshine boy thinks Y/N's hand is ticklish around his waist but he just assumes it is a natural thing to do between guys, so he doesn't mention it.

"Oh shit, I forgot! We don't know each other's name yet right?" Sunshine boy bends over the table and looks up at Y/N from a lower view, enlarged flaxen eyes literally disarming his heart. "I'm Kaminari Denki!" he beams, and Y/N can swear that Denki's background sunlight is so bright that he's actually going blind.

"I'm L/N Y/N, Den-ki~" Y/N trills with devilry, batting his eye at the already red Denki, "Remember that~" He narrows his eyes into a sly smile.

"L/N," Denki makes an effort to not get flaming at Y/N's words as he mutters. But the boy cocks a brow as if saying: 'shouldn't we be on first name basis already?', and don't ask me how but Denki just gets what Y/N's saying.

Sunshine boy tautens then utters with sedate, "Y ... Y/N?" A vivacious smile responds to him instead of any words, but it still makes his heart blossom with warmth. So he returns a sincere smile of his own back.

Absolute harmony is achieved at this moment.

But it just cracks the next second.

"I need sunglasses to block out this fucking treachery," commenting monotonously, S/N spins away from this public display of affection to avoid poisoning her eyes.

Y/N breaks the eye contact (heart connection) with Denki to look across to S/N, "Language, B."

"Hmph," S/N ends the conversation cold and elegantly, twisting her head away from the two gayass shitheads that say they're 'bros'.

Silence.

"So ..." Y/N starts, dragging out the end of the syllable.

"So ...?" Sunshine boy tips his head, repeating after the boy with a smile that kind of says: 'I am planning something bad'.

Y/N continues, "Can I get your number?" He props up his elbow on the table and lays his chin in his hand, from head to toe just screaming wicked charm (fuckboy).

"O-Oh, sure! I'll help you type it into your phone and you can type yours into mine." Denki fishes out his phone from who fucking knows where, keys in the passcode and slide it over the table to Y/N.

The latter does the same, but instead says, "1708, remember my passcode~" To which Denki just calmly replies to with a: 'of course~'. Sunshine boy's just used to it by now enough to stay thick-skinned it seems.

"That's a sexy home screen, the boobs are nice."

"Hahaha ... yeah ..." Denki laughs awkwardly and refuses to look at Y/N because he's sure that the asshole's probably got a shit-eating grin on his face.

After a session of both boys poking fun at each other with their contact names for people, they finally switch their phones back. And almost immediately they ask in unison.

"Pika pika?"

"Your future b-b-boyfriend?"

Y/N doesn't respond, he just nods as he props up his elbow, laying his chin in hand and smile at him with dote.

That continues for quite some time until Y/N's sister couldn't take it and breaks Y/N out of the gaze that is making Denki awkward, "Onii-chan stop staring at him, it's creepy." Denki, the subject of the gaze, just remains tranquil and zen - though the red tips of his ears sells him out.

"Cute."

Denki is screeching internally.

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"Oh shit, I gotta go!" Denki yelps after he takes one look at the time on his phone, he briskly delves out a one thousand yen bill from his pocket and sets it on the table, "here's the money for the food I ate, I'll see you next time!"

"Well, I'll see you in April then," Y/N pauses then grins from ear to ear and continues in a lower voice, "Denki."

Doki.

Doki.

DOKI DOKI DOKI DOKI.

DOKIDOKIDOKIDOEJHFIuUEIofihesou.

Even after he leaves the place, his rapid heartbeat doesn't seem to slow down one bit. Every pound hits the g-spot of his heart, making him clutch chest as he suspires by the side of the road, the aftertaste just cuffing him out now.

"Okay, my heart totally didn't skip a beat because of a guy, nonononono," Denki attempts to convince himself, holding his head between his hands just mentally breaking down. "I am as straight as a pole."

"As straight as a pole!" He clenches a fist and lifts it up high in the sky.

But poles can bend too, his mind says.

Shit.

"I AM A TITANIUM POLE!"

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TO NOTE

i feel accomplished as fUck man, i finished a chapter in a day aHAhaha.

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A TEASE A DAY BRINGS YOU CLOSER TO DEATH  000

▎basically where y/n flirt with any decent thing he see, thinking he should be a top (nope). --- bnha x male!reader, aka harem/np © 嘤嘤嘤, 2019

[ slow updates, bl, suggestive, can be ooc ]

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TODAY, WILL BE UNFORGETTABLE MY FRIEND "wait what did i do again today "

"Wake up motherfucker!"

Y/N lets out a groan at the tinge of pain at his rib from the kick. Lifting his head sluggishly, he twists to stare at the culprit of the kick and where the voice is coming from.

"What are you looking at? Fucking move you asshole!" a blonde boy scowls and lugs Y/N up by his collar harshly, their faces so close that their noses are almost touching and Y/N can feel his spit right up against his skin.

Y/N squints his eyes to get a better look at the boy and don't ask me how he can tell that the boy is good-looking from such a close distance but he murmurs under his breath, "Holy shit. Is this my lucky day or something, I see a fucking bishounen bottom here."

Clearly, Y/N isn't fully awake as you can tell from the sluggish response but he soon freshens up with the nice view in front of him, "Ah, as you were saying?" A lopsided grin rises onto his lips.

"I said," deep breath, "MOVE YOUR ASS, YOU'RE BLOCKING THE WAY TO MY SEAT!" Tsundere-kun pops a vein comically and threatens him by hoisting a fist up, ready to land a fist on Y/N.

"Woah woah woah, alright. I'll let you through my mans." Raising two hands up, Y/N backs off his chair and it makes a piercing wail as it drags on the floor — which caused the other participants nearby to cringe at the sound it made and turn to glare at the creator.

Tsundere-kun walks across and lets out a 'hmph' as he passes by him (Y/N's never gonna tell him that the 'hmph' actually reminds him of that one school girl in that one shoujo anime when she got shy).

After about like the only interesting person in close distance has gone far far away from him, Y/N returns to the state of liquid — aka the state where he's just sprawling over the desk in front of him like a pool of impure H2O. Present Mic's words just go into one ear of his and then out of the other just like earwax when Y/N picks his ear with his pinky finger of the left hand. Waiting for time to pass, he reminisces the beauty in the nickname of "blonde Natsu" with his sharp jaw and wHole FUCKIng FAcE.

To other people, Y/N just looks like he's staring at the head in front of him, aimless and plain with absolute boredom until a blaring "PLUS ULTRA!" snaps him out of his trance. In like 0.00001 seconds, everyone is surging out of the room whilst most scream incoherently for some reason. Shaking his head, Y/N stands up from his seat and leisurely strides towards the competition grounds for the practical test.

He enters the district, and only three seconds later danger comes literally flying at Y/N in the form of a blob of yellow which he attempts to catch and succeeds. But soon a crackling noise makes him aware that the fucking ground is breaking apart.

"Shit," Y/N snarls as he leaps onto the nearest surface that isn't split open and flips the blob of yellow onto the ground with a weighty clonk, "whoops, sorry."

"I ... It's fine ..." the blob of yellow moans as he picks himself up, patting off the dust on his bottom, and faces Y/N. He says with gleaming eyes and a vivacious grin, "Thanks man, that was awesome!"

Cheery and upbeat type bottom (ahem no 是小狼狗*), Y/N notes as he plans to bring this poor boy into his harem with the tsundere type bottom he met just before the practical exam.

Y/N responds to Sir Sunshine-a-lot with a raised brow and a teasing smile playing by the side of his lips, "Well if you're really thankful, maybe you can pledge to be mine* or something?"

Perhaps due to the fact he has probably never been flirted with by a male being, a tint of scarlet creeps up Sir Sunshine-a-lot's cheeks and the tip of his ears which honestly made him look even more like a bottom according to Y/N. "W-What?" Sir Sunshine-a-lot lets out a slight stutter, eyes peering wide at Y/N with a glossy shine to it that makes Y/N just go crazy internally at.

"It's okay we'll go slowly," Y/N gives him an "I get it" smile, "anyways, I'll see you later. I gotta go or else I'm not gonna be able to see you again if I don't get in!" A wink that is supposed-to-be-seductive is sent Sir Sunshine-a-lot's way as Y/N zooms the fuck out of there, ready to conquer the world (no).

"CALL ME! IT'S 1-800-7327!"

Sir Sunshine-a-lot, Kaminari Denki, is just left like a pack of chilli sauce back down there staring at where the rascally boy stood just a second ago. That was a first, being teased by another guy, he mocks.

Back to Y/N, we can see him just bouncing up and down from walls to roofs to even someone's head (which earned him a "Mom, what did I do again?!"). As Y/N spots a nearly-defeated robot from a safe distance, he sprints towards a closer vertical surface to the robot, springs up high enough and plants a foot on the wall. He then launches from the wall with a push-off and propels a roundhouse kick into the right side of the robot's jaw!

K.O.

Y/N alights on the ground lightly and remains there on his knees, taking in deep breaths and wiping away the beads of sweat on his forehead with the bottom of his sports uniform shirt. Clearly, he doesn't see the fuming figure standing just in front of him.

Obviously, the human campfire soon realises too that Y/N's ignoring him so he steps forth and once again pulls Y/N up by the collar. Faced with familiar zoomed in features, Y/N dazes out for a second until he reacts, "Ah, it's Tsundere-kun you again. What's up?"

"You fucking stole my kill!" Gritting his teeth and eyes almost popping straight outta his skull, his fist clenches around the collar in his hand.

"Oooooh, yeah. About that ..." Y/N grins gallantly and lifts a hand to tap at Tsundere-kun's shoulder, "I thought you were in danger and I wanted to help since ya know I take pleasure in helping people like you ahahah."

"I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP! AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN PEOPLE LIKE ME?!"

"Beauties like you of course." Wink.

"Y-Y-YOU—" before Tsundere-kun can even hurl his explosives at the flirtatious boy, Y/N flicked a finger at his wrist and nyOoms off at full tilt, since as much as he likes pretty boys and girls, he doesn't want to get a second or third-degree burn.

And another victim of Y/N's flirtatious skills has been left by his own with cherry ears and protruding blood vessels as he glares at Y/N's back just parkouring from one building to the other.

Switching to Y/N here. Catching sight of another person falling from a high distance, he dashes across the tall roofs and with a vault, then he grasps onto the person's waist swiftly and scales down to the ground by a nearby wall.

"Dontlookdowndontlookdowndontlookdowndontlookdown," Y/N mutters in a low voice, his words all mingled up and incomprehensive when suddenly, "AH FUCK IT!"

"What?" the girl squeaks, doe eyes staring at him with utter confusion.

"Get ready because you're in for the ride of your life," he says to the girl in his arms and gives her a charming (rigid) smile. Before the girl can even ask what the actual fuck does he mean and maybe get flustered at his smile, he does it.

He heaves himself off the wall, thirty fUCKING meters from the ground. And this becomes the scene where a boy with a girl in his arms just screeching: "FREE BUNGEE JUMPING DON'T WORRY I GOTCHU!" and the hapless girl's face going white with panic.

Stop.

Okay, what was Y/N thinking when he did that shit? Well, his mind went a little bit like this before the jump: "Alright, don't look down and you'll be fine. Height is nothing and you will not be a fucking pussy that fell to your death just because you're afraid of heights. Calm down ... calm ... ca—NO I CAN'T FUCKING DO THIS, NO I'M GONNA JUMP AND LET FATE DO ITS SHIT! I MEAN, IT'S BETTER TO DIE NOW THAN DIE LATER RIGHT???? ALRIGHT I'M GONNA DO THIS WOOO—" Cut. And that was Y/N's mental journey in those few seconds of "Don't look down"s.

To the main story, Y/N jumps like fucking Jack with Rose in his arms and in the moment where he just falls and everything just goes silent, and he goes through the marquee of his life where it's just full of shit like him running away from the teachers that roam the school grounds during lesson times and the era when he and his sisters were just pure ruffians on the streets that steal and fight.

Fortunately, the marquee doesn't continue further (mostly because his life is too short ngl) but also due to Y/N's power. At the last second, he realises that he needs to get a chance of at least living (he'd live even if he doesn't try so—), and tries his best to turn himself so his feet are facing the ground. Let's just say that it did help to make his chances of surviving a fuck ton bigger but the force when he landed was too abrasive and ...... he broke his feet and legs.

Before he can even scream out in agony, black spots fill his vision and he just goes unconscious (he attempts to land on the floor gracefully before he passed out but he probably just looks like shit to other people).

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Walking down the streets at a leisure pace, Y/N whistles the melody that he recently heard on the radio. He strolls from the rowdy districts where neon signs illuminate the night to the area his apartment is in, dim and ominous.

Y/N goes up to the eighth floor with the old elevator with the buttons often breaking down, to that he's just gonna say that the management is shit and never listens. He strides towards 834 and presses down hard on the doorbell.

"Coming!" a rather high-pitched and sharp voice yells and footsteps can be heard stomping close. And the door opens, with his little sister there and the big grin on her face, "why are you so late today onii-chan?"

Albeit speaking, she backs to the side to let him through then closes the door and locks it. Y/N heaves a deep sigh, "Well, your onii-chan broke his legs but there was recovery girl to help so," he places his shoes down on the shoe rack hard, "I don't have a valid excuse to skip work."

"And also I woke up too late from the nurse's office too, so I had to stay longer for the part-time," Y/N resumes to tell the unfortunate day to his sister as he leans on the kitchen counter and waits for the water to boil as the kettle brimmed with layers of black at the bottom lays on the stove. "The day was overall shit, but I also saw a lot of good ass lookin' people so that's a plus."

S/N chortles unmannerly and slaps the table like a seal, "AhaHAHAHAHh! Did you get their names?"

"Sadly no," Y/N responds with a shrug whilst the intrusive shriek of the kettle plays in the background. Swivelling to his back, he switches off the stove with a twist and begins pouring the scorching water into the cup noodle packets as he continues chatting to S/N, "Anyways, how's school nowadays?"

"Trash, I just went to school, listened to lessons, ate during lunch, listened to more lessons, got out of school, ate at this shitty restaurant then came back and binged drama."

"Well, that's not a very interesting day."

"Yeah sure you had an interesting day, now stop eating my fucking Tim tams."

"Watch your language, motherfucker. And I was the one who bought those Tim tams."

"BITCHASS YOU WANNA FIGHT? I BOUGHT IT!"

"DIPSHIT, I DID!"

"CRAZY BASTARD!"

"LITTLE SHIT!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, SOMEONE'S TRYING TO SLEEP HERE!" a slightly muffled voice disrupts them. Seems like it's the guy from the floor below. Man, the reasosn of why living in an apartment where the soundproof is shit are enough to fill a whole essay.

"SORRY, WEIRD GUY THAT WATCHES PORN LOUDLY EVERY AFTERNOON AT FIVE!"

"Y-YOU—"

"Sounds like someone passed out from jacking off too much." Y/N's words end up with the two stifling their giggles until one of their faces turn blue with the lack of oxygen and then they just both roar with hilarity until another neighbour screams at them to "shut your fucking mouths up for the sake of Jesus shitting Christ".

And the night goes on with moments with bellows of laughter and hushed tones discussing whether MFC is better or Rice King. These are the qualities that make a home feel homely to them.

Their house is worn out to say the least, with the large amount of cracks on the ceiling to doors that creak so loudly that you can hear it from the floor below and the terrible soundproof surfaces that always make the two teens wake up at like three in the morning just wondering is it a threesome or foursome the floor above is having tonight.

Albeit the apartment is quite broken-down, the duo attempts their best to embellish the home so it at least feels clean and tidy to make themselves feel better. But even if it isn't polished and neat to their standard, as long as they have each other, home can be anywhere.

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TO NOTE

小狼狗；used to describe younger guys that are more domineering/secretly domineering. ( that's probably it idk )

pledge to be mine；以身相许, but i don't know how to really describe it in english to fit the scenario.

but anyways i hope yall enjoy this preview-ish chapter to the whole story! thank you~

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