the same day, some hours into the school day
Katsuki Bakugo silently stood in between the glaring sun and a certain white haired girl's sleeping form. She was limp against her desk and chair, cheek pressed up against her notebooks and hair splayed on her arms that were also splayed on her desk. The curtains had been drawn to let in the natural light inside, although the ash blonde, being the meticulous boy he is, had noticed the sun's rays burning straight through the girl's resting eyelids. He didn't like how she started stirring, it had been bothering him and disturbing his peace of mind.
That's what he had told himself, at least.
He had sent glares at her the whole time during class when she stirred during her long nap, everyone knew it was a long night for her, they had watched the morning news after all. And they all knew she had a long afternoon with her brother, and on top of everything, no solid hours of real sleep. It was so bad that the teachers hadn't bothered her at all, not even Aizawa who usually told them to wake her up. The red eyed boy somehow thought his harsh gazes would make her turn her head away from the light—it obviously didn't work.
So when it was time for break, he quickly ignored any of his friend's attempts of socializing and pretended to mess with the window on the girl's side. When the few who were wondering what he was doing—finally looked away, he stopped pretending to mess with the window and glanced back. He adjusted himself so his shadow would cover the girl from the sun, then he decided to go on and get on his phone. For a second, his eyes caught some sparks dancing around in her hair carelessly.
Then, he fell into trance, staring at her. Katsuki Bakugo is a meticulous boy. He paid attention to the new details on the girl. He realized her roots were growing in already, yet, it was the original space blue color from when he first laid his eyes on her. He decided he would bother her about it later. He continued basking in her appearance, her pastel yellow top was a bit hiked up since she had her arms slouched on her desk. She would usually get chills, but since her quirk was finally back, he didn't need to be bothered by her feeling cold anymore.
Her pink pants were a bit wrinkled, meaning she had been moving a lot since she changed into them. Because he knew damn well she was wearing different clothes when she went out with her brother. Her shoes were dirty, she probably didn't have extra to change into since he knew they definitely got dirty during her fight with that fish villain—shark villain, but Katsuki didn't care for irrelevant details. The girl had new piercings that he spotted, a new one on her right eyebrow, two others in total above her already pierced ears, and her belly button.
Personally, he wanted to see the renewed tattoos that his classmates were gossiping about when they all woke up. The video of her taken by her brothers, having been shared and distributed. Not that anyone was complaining. But anyways, a little ounce of panic flooded his system when she started stirring again. He noticed he had unconsciously gotten closer to the girl. When her eyelids twitched open, he quickly smacked the back of her head, making her forehead and nose bump onto her notebooks. "What the fuck..." She groaned.
He had to play it off, quick. "You were snoring, shithead!" (Y/n) rubbed her nose and looked at the ash blonde incredulously—the lunch bell finally rang and everyone raced out to finally eat. "(Y/n), you're awake," Todoroki popped out from his conversation with Midoriya and Iida. "Sadly," she yawned, rubbing her eyes and sitting up straight. 'I don't even snore, butthead,' she glared at Bakugo silently from the corner of her eyes. She turned to the dual haired boy, "Did you get back safe from yesterday?" He nodded.
Bakugo felt a little annoyed that her attention wasn't on him anymore. Kirishima decided to also make an appearance, "Guys! Come on, let's go to lunch!!" He ushered, they realized they were the only ones left in the room now. (Y/n) turned herself to the ash blonde, "Hey, punk. Gimme a piggy back ride to lunch," she ordered blankly while Kirishima dragged Todoroki away like a rag doll. "Wha-?! I'm not your fucking servant!" She scowled at his leering, "Stop whining. Didn't think you'd be the type to whine about a very simple task-"
Before she could even finish her sentence, he already had his back turned to her, squatting. She smiled to herself, not hesitating to get on his back and pat his forearms. "Let's go!" He snarled at her, "Stop patting me like I'm a horse or somethin'!" He easily hoisted her a little more up, gripping her legs and letting her wrap her arms around his neck. "Shut up and hurry, I'm hungry," she jerked her shoe onto his pants repeatedly. Veins popped out from his forehead but he did as told, she grabbed her phone before they made their way to the cafeteria.
On the way, she checked her phone and the ash blonde gave her screen some glances. She went through the extra information about the Vogue job and checked her social media. They made it to the cafeteria in a short amount of time, multiple waving at (Y/n) and she gave them greetings back. Uraraka and Mina giggled at the duo, realizing (Y/n) made Bakugo her little helper again. The ash blonde glowered at Kaminari, Sero, and Kirishima who were giggling to themselves as well. The red eyed boy simply let (Y/n) crash into a seat.
"(Y/n) got you working, huh Kacchan?" Kaminari teased the boy. Kirishima pat (Y/n)'s head while laughing, making her roll her eyes. Bakugo threw spare chopsticks at his face, "Shut up! You try and carry her fat ass for once!" He barked. "Hey! Watch who you call fat, thorn head! I'm pure muscle!" The white haired girl shoved his shoulder with her fingers, pushing up her sleeve and flexing her arm with a proud grin. Bakugo noticed a new piercing in her mouth, he only glanced at her bugling bicep and lurched out his hand.
He grabbed the fat on her stomach that made her abs look softer than they actually were, pinching it and making her falter greatly. In reaction, she grabbed his cheek and tugged on it harshly. "They're at it again..." Midoriya sweat dropped at the pair, 'They're always bullying each other...' "Let go..." Bakugo strained out through his gritted teeth. She clenched her own, "You first..." And one last tug on each other—they let go. "That must've been the most calm break off I've ever seen from them..." Sero whispered to the ketchup and mustard duo.
They nodded at him, agreeing. "Come on, let's go get lunch. The line got shorter," Kaminari grinned, taking both heat users by the shoulders and dragging them off to the lunch line. Everyone got their own thing and (Y/n) got a big bowl of Jajangmyeon noodles. And the bowl was about twice the size of her head. She sat down with Bakugo and everyone who usually sat around him, it took her no longer than three seconds to start completely devouring her food. And no one paid any mind since it became a usual occurrence with her mandatory calorie intake.
"(Y/n), your weapons have arrived." She paused her straight up vacuuming of noodles and looked up to see if anyone heard. Of course, Bakugo did and stared at her, yet continued to eat his spicy curry. "I thought it'd take a while for it even to be manufactured..." She gave her AI a questionable tone, raising an eyebrow and the boy scooted a little closer to get in on the tea. "I paid a hefty sum for it..." She squinted her eyes slightly, "Don't drain my money, Jinko." The AI hummed, "Your money is bottomless..." She shot back.
"Mm. Where are they now?" (Y/n) continued eating, giving Bakugo a pointed glance at him, he rolled his eyes back at her. "On the way to Principal Nezu's office, the weapons have already been cleared by Power Loader." (Y/n) speedily gobbled up the rest of her food and didn't notice the ash blonde do the same. She got up and wiped her face with a napkin, quickly throwing away the wooden chopsticks and putting the dirty bowl where the dirty dishes went. "Wait up dumbass, I'm coming too!" Bakugo yelled from behind her.
She stopped herself from running, looking back at the boy who was swiftly putting his plates away. "Hurry up!" She shouted. When he jogged over to her, she took his hand and started dragging him away to Nezu's office. They made it and (Y/n) only knocked once before bursting inside, showing the white furred principal and two other occupants. "(Y/n), I was certainly expecting you. But you're a nice surprise, young Bakugo," Nezu clasped his paws together. He bowed with a grunt, (Y/n) only smiled. "Hey, (Y/n)!" Mirio greeted.
"And Bakugo!" He grunted again. "Momma!" Eri jumped up, tackling the girl's lower half in a big hug. "Baby!" (Y/n) effortlessly picked her up into her arms, hugging her firmly and the door closed behind them. "Cuete!" Bakugo rolled his eyes at the little girl's name for him, "You're just like your old hag, you brat!" He aggressively messed up her hair with his hand. Eri smiled, "Mom, Mr.Nezu says your stuff came, can I see what it is??" (Y/n)'s smile stayed on her face as she set her daughter down. "Of course you can!"
Nezu rubbed his paws together, "You may open them here, (Y/n)." He wanted to see the weapons in person, fur standing up at the thought of what weapons she could've picked out. "While you guys are here, I'm gonna go get some lunch for me and Eri..! You guys already ate, right?" Mirio said and asked. "Yeah, thank you Mirio," the white haired girl pat his shoulder as he took his leave. Bakugo made himself at home on the couch, Eri easily doing the same while (Y/n) hauled a big ass package from behind Nezu's desk.
She teared open the package, sitting on one of the chairs after taking out one of the smaller packages from the inside. Through the protective wrappings was a black box. The white haired girl carefully opened it, the metallic surface reflected against the sun, making it gleam straight into her eyes but she didn't look away from the beautifully made custom M1911 with a white handle. "M1911's? Splendid choice (Y/n), they par excellently with your revolver."
"Although the simplicity of your revolver and the robustness of it's parts allow it to shoot larger calibers—1911's are best for defense and close combat. They are easier to shoot with and require less force than your revolver." Nezu gave the blue eyed girl a mischievous grin when she looked at him, Bakugo only decided to fix up Eri's hair. "You sure know your stuff," she traced her fingers against the cool metal, contrast to her warm skin. She picked it up from its place in the case, feeling the weight and seeing how it felt in her hand.
She took out the other one, so she had both guns in her hands. "Why'd you get new weapons?" Bakugo questioned as he finished doing Eri's braid. "Why not?" She put them back and went through the other packages. One of them was almost the same size as the guns but just a tad smaller, 'Must be the silencers.' She put that aside and pulled out a longer and more rectangular package. She ripped the cardboard and safety wrappings off, showing a mahogany box. She flipped the hinges open, showcasing a beautifully simple katana.
The scabbard had a glossy pitch black finish with matching black hanging cord. The sword itself had—also matching—black cord wrap and a silvery handle. The guard is diamond shaped while the blade collar has a silver finish. The rest of the blade was simple and silver. "Significantly heat and electricity conductive?" Jinko hummed in affirmation, (Y/n) picked up the blade from the handle, her calloused fingertips pairing well with the rough yet silky texture of the black cord wrap. The sword weighed the perfect amount for her to use.
(Y/n) set it aside with the guns and silencers, taking out two more packages. The first contained a pair of large knives that made a little heart when aligned next to each other. And the second contained an assortment of multiple out the front knives. 'Beautiful. Can't wait to try them out.' She grabbed one and pressed the silver button in the middle of the handle, the blade bursted from the top, making her smile to herself. "Eri, do you want me to show you how to use a knife?" The little girl perked up drastically.
"That's a little dangerous for a six year old dumbass," Bakugo reminded as he let her give him one of the knives. "It's up to her, not you blondie," she countered, turning back to her daughter who only had her big eyes shining in anticipation. "Can you??"
"Hmm. We can try it out later today or tomorrow, deal, darling?"
"Deal!"
P*$$Y Fairy (OTW) by Jhene Aiko blasted in (Y/n)'s dorm room, the rest of class 1-A's girls singing along with the lyrics. In reality, it was actually just Mina, Jiro, Hagakure and (Y/n) singing along. Uraraka, Asui, and Yaoyorozu only indulged in being amused by them and helping out (Y/n) get ready for the big meeting at HPSC. Her cats were chilling on her bed with Uraraka and Asui, while the rest worked on the girl's appearance. She had taken an everything shower—if you don't know what it is, search it up—with all of them.
They had deemed it a girl's afternoon, for the sake of their sanities after the grueling hero training that day. The girls' hit the baths straight away, doing everything together. Which meant hair and face masks during the bath soaking, shaving everything they needed to shave before they got in, exfoliating, cleansing, clarifying, all that stuff. And after they changed into matching comfy clothes (Y/n) had gotten everyone—they headed for the white haired girl's room to prepare for the important meeting.
So that's where they ended up. Mina and Hagakure were busy doing (Y/n)'s hair in hair rollers that would be perfect for her layers, Jiro also helped them out while she picked out some new jewelry for (Y/n)'s newly healed piercings. Yaoyorozu rummaged through the multiple clothing options (Y/n) pulled out and let Yaoyorozu sort through, with help from Uraraka and Asui to choose a professional outfit for the meeting. And her cats would occasionally hiss if they dared to even try and match clashing colors.
"So, what do you think the meeting's about, (Y/n)?" Hagakure asked, finishing up the bottom rollers. The white haired girl pondered quietly as Mina was doing her makeup. "Well, Nanami and Aki are going to be there. It's gonna be between the commission and the police force, and you guys know how my Sins recently started working with the police with quirk permits?" She closed her eyes so Mina would finish her eyeliner, and Jiro finished picking out the jewelry. "Oh yes, the police released a statement about it. A lot of people supported the decision," Yaoyorozu commented.
She put aside some pants and it was up to Uraraka and Asui to pick the top. "I'm sure they will be there too, since they're basically under my ''command''." (Y/n) added air quotes to her last word. "But I'm sure the meeting is about them and about Aki, he's a little cryptic," she added with a thinking face. "It must be cool to be friends with higher ups like that!" Hagakure mused, finishing the top rollers. "I'm sure it's not that easy though, Toru!" Uraraka voiced out, looking at the last two top options.
Asui agreed with her, "(Y/n)'s still a teenager like us, I doubt they have much respect for her even with everything she's done for our country. And other countries too..." She trailed off, glancing at the final options. (Y/n) nodded, "All of the higher ups are really traditional. They can't stand someone younger than them doing better for Japan than they did their entire life," she sneak dissed, making Jiro snort. "That American model, are you close to him yet?" Hagakure teased poking (Y/n)'s side and she blushed, waving her hand.
"I just met him yesterday, no, today, literally!"
"But you saved him during that villain attack, and you guys were fighting together! I think it's meant to be, he's taller than you too!" Hagakure fangirled, taking out a diffuser and setting it up. "He isss kinda hot," Mina smiled softly, finishing the white haired girl's eyeliner and adding some glittery gel eyeshadow on her eyelids after finishing the mascara. The rest of the girls silently agreed. "Yeah, but I don't really see anything romantic for me going on right now. I'd have to figure out a lot of things before I even start thinking about liking someone."
Mostly the original Seven Deadly Sins problem, which was probably the main topic for the meeting but she couldn't really disclose that to the girls, as much as she wished to. "We all do, we should focus on being heroes first above everything," Yaoyorozu agreed as she made the final decision for which top (Y/n) would wear. "That's so depressing! But okayyy," Hagakure smiled to herself, knowing the true feelings of her girl friends but not saying anything as she used the diffuser on (Y/n)'s rolled up hair. All of the girl's had their nails painted.
Both toes and fingers, they had done it after their baths. (Y/n) had chosen red, so Mina did red eyeliner on her to match, since it also went well with her natural red markings under her eyes. She had added black eyeliner on her waterlines and black mascara, and added a reddish and silvery glitter gel eyeshadow on her eyelids and a little on her under eyes. Jiro picked out the jewelry with red gems on it to also match. So that meant a tiny ruby nose stud, a dangly red piercing in her stomach, red studs in her second ear lobe piercing.
And her tongue piercing with red balls on each end of the barbell. Jiro gave her spiky jewelry for her smiley and eyebrow piercing that aligned perfectly with her eyebrow slit. She put them all in and Mina laid down her eyebrows down and did them perfectly. Mina decided not to put any foundation, concealer, nor blush. Just something dewy for her already glowy tan skin. The top chosen by the three girls was a simple backless black top, short sleeves. The pants were professional material but flared and a lighter black.
Jiro also picked out a simple black belt that had red lining, matching it with the black gun holsters (Y/n) said she was going to wear on her thighs. The holsters were made to go through a simple belt and had simple straps, leaving the guns exposed unlike a real gun hostler. It was already 6:43 pm, and the meeting started at 7:50 pm. It would take around 30 minutes to get to the HPSC building, so she had a little less than 40 minutes to finish getting ready. Mina finished (Y/n)'s makeup with dark red glossy lips.
Jiro took out her Chelsea Doc Martens, they looked away when (Y/n) changed into everything, careful of her makeup and hair. As she finished changing, she set aside her shoes and the girls looked back. "Oh my god, you look so good (Y/n)!" Hagakure squealed loudly, shaking the white haired girl back and forth enthusiastically. The girls blushed and she smiled widely, "Only because of you guys." She messed with Jiro's hair, making her let out a "Hey!" And (Y/n) only beamed. "I'm glad we chose a good top, it shows your tattoo, (Y/n)," Yaoyorozu smiled.
"It makes you look more badass!" Uraraka spoke out, giving her own smile. (Y/n) fixed up the sleeves, grabbing her tattoo balm—from People of Substance—and rubbing it on her back without effort. She threw her bra to the side since she had pasties on and she didn't want the bra to even cover even an inch of her back tattoo. The flared dress pants hugged her curves beautifully, she slipped her legs through the gun holsters and then threaded the belt through the belt loops on her pants. The top was cropped enough to show her belly button.
And she was definitely grateful for that. While the girls continued to do her hair, she strapped on the silencers on her upper calves. The pants was flared enough so she decided to add a little extra. She strapped on some OTF (out the front) knives onto her ankles and left a spot for her pen that turned into a scythe, as well as her trusty straight razor with the pearl handle. She kept her watch on her wrist, as well as the charm and evil eye bracelets on her other wrist. She kept on her usual rings on and only decided to leave on her cross necklace, leaving out her pearl one.
She made Jinko make the Arc Reactor earrings into simple silver hoops. Jiro, Hagakure, and Mina finished taking out her hair and added a little oil to it, perfecting the finish and taking a proud picture of their beautiful work. Their vision was 90s blown out layered hair, and they did it exquisitely. (Y/n) checked the time, realizing she only had some few minutes left. She took out a black box from under her bed, opening it to show the silvery guns. She slammed in a full magazine in each gun, pushing the safety on and cocking the hammer.
She slipped them into the thick straps where they went, she quickly reapplied the red and gloss to her lips, slipping both lip products next to the knives on her lower calves. She decided to just grab her hero license and slip it into her phone case. She checked her phone, realizing her dads told her to go out to the car already. She quickly pocketed her phone and sprayed on perfume. In a split second, she left kisses on all the girl's cheeks and on the fur of her cats. "Thank you so much for the help, love you guys, see ya'll later!"
"Bye (Y/n), love you too!" Hagakure answered for the rest of the girls and she ran out of the room with her shoes in hand. She ran downstairs and sped past the boys in the common room, snatching the keys off the hooks by the door, jumping into her shoes and running out, only leaving stares at the closing door. "Must've been (Y/n)..." Shoji rose an eyebrow and everyone shrugged, going back to whatever they were doing beforehand. The white haired girl ran up to her car, leaving dust in her trails and scaring the shit out of her dads.
"Fuck!" They screamed uncharacteristically, but untensed realizing it was their daughter. Sir Nighteye smiled, "You look ravishing, (Y/n)." She beamed, "Thanks dad. You and Shouta here look good too." The males were all dressed up, simple yet professional black and white suits. Not their usual attire. Aizawa dressed up like he did during the press conference during the Kamino incident, he had shaved and tied his hair up. Power Loader had made him a device that stored his capture tape in a simple wrist watch, like (Y/n) and her gun.
And Nighteye had a thick silver chained bracelet on his wrist as an accessory, but the girl knew he had his stamps inside his blazer. The trio got in the car, (Y/n) decided to let the black haired man drive this time around. Her taller father sat in the passenger's seat and she sat in the backseat, the car ride was smooth with even smoother music playing in the background. (Y/n) took out a pack of joints from under the back seat she was sitting on, she plucked one out, putting the filter between her lips—her makeup stained it a little.
She mindlessly listened to both her fathers' warnings about keeping calm and not giving the higher ups any excuse to belittle her. But she already knew that, so she relaxed in the backseat—burning the end of the herbal joint full of ground up Blue Lotus and Wild Dagga. She took a drag and exhaled the smoke, Aizawa rolled down one of the windows for her. 'Please, god, give me some patience for this meeting.'
Heroes Public Safety Commission Building, 7:40 pm
"(Y/n)! I missed you!" Zero Two threw himself at the white haired girl, letting her catch him in her arms without effort. She hugged him tight with a bright smile on her face as she gazed at the rest of her Seven Deadly Sins. "Hey! Stop hogging her, we wanna say hi too," Kusuke scolded the teen, making him roll his eyes. "Oh it's alright, it's been a while I've seen you guys in person. Your scar is looking better baby," (Y/n) tenderly rubbed the scar on the side of his face. "Only because of you," he smirked and pressed her hand against his cheek.
"Teenagers these days..." Mikoto rubbed his forehead pushing Zero Two away by his forehead and taking (Y/n) in by a side hug. "How's Eri-chan, (Y/n)?" Gloxinia asked from his stand of leaning against Gowther. "She's good, misses you guys, you should come around more," she side hugged the man back while her dads finally got out of the car. Not like how she jumped out. "The police are giving us a lot of work to do," Zero Two whined a little, clinging to her arm. "He's not wrong about that, working us to the bone."
"You see these wrinkles (Y/n)..." Leorio fretted, getting up close to her face and dead pointing at his newly acquired—barely noticiable—forehead wrinkles. She bursted into laughter, grabbing his face cheek and pinching it. "C'mon Leo, you're only twenty one! Wait till you're thirty 'ta start worrying about 'em wrinkles, like Shouta," she pointed at her adoptive father that was walking up to them. Leorio paled, "But he's totally wrinkless!"
A hand smacked the back of his head. "Judging from your genes and constant yelling—your wrinkles will start coming in in about six months," Kusuke placed his hands on his hips. Leorio paled even more, "Six months?!" He shrieked. "Didn't you want them workers at police force to start calling you Mister Leorio?" Mikoto teased gruffly, giving a furtive smile. "Okay! Okay!" (Y/n) laughed out going over to Kaneki and ruffling his hair. "What's all this talk about wrinkles over here?" Aizawa queried, walking up to them with Sir Nighteye.
"Zero Two, it's good to see you. Your horns have shrunk since last time," Nighteye pointed out and the boy nodded, smiling. "I've been using my quirk a lot." Aizawa hummed, "Working with the police force, you seven?" He stuffed his hands in his pockets. "We've gotten stronger than before, I'm sure we'll be able to aid (Y/n) on missions soon. As her actual Seven Sins," Kaneki stated confidently. "Sounds like a bold declaration, but (Y/n) here's still a hero-in-training," a voice suddenly called out.
The large group turned to the source of the voice, (Y/n) scoffed loudly. "And yet, I still continue to do more for this country than that lady we 'boutta see," she jutted her head as a greeting to Nanami and Aki. "Can't argue with you on that one," the blonde stuffed one hand in his pocket. "Who's that?" Aki whispered to Nanami, eyeing the black haired man with a bored expression. The blonde gave him a dumb look, "It's Eraserhead." The boy gaped a little. "I know right," Nanami huffed quietly.
'Where are the women? I need some ladies up in here,' (Y/n) silently cried, realizing she was stuck with males this time around. "Nanami, Aki. These are my Seven Deadly Sins," she presented, etching out her arm to gesture the seven behind her. "Sins, this is Nanami Kento and Aki Hayakawa," she then introduced the other two. And yet, Aki's gaze never left (Y/n)'s appearance, she looked too good to take his eyes off of her. And Zero Two noticed him checking her out, so he took her hand in his.
They all greeted each other, taking in everyone's presences before they made their way inside. "Remember to keep your calm, all of you," Sir Nighteye sighed out and they all nodded. "That's means no invasion, Gowther. And no analyzing people, Kusuke, you know it's bad for your memory," (Y/n) tapped his temple with her pointer finger. He yawned, "As if they deserve my analysis," he crossed his arms. The Sins had started to continuously get their memories back after a while, they documented their memories and everything.
They had a lot to unpack, but they were doing it little by little. Once inside, they were lead through the building by one of the agents. During the walk, the Sins told (Y/n) about some stories they forgot to tell her that happened while working with the police force. Aki observed quietly, although his eyes continued to fall back on the white haired girl each time. He loved the way she carried herself, such confidence and self assurance. She was beautiful in general but the way she acted and behaved made her even more so.
Her back tattoo showed with her top, asserting dominance to her title of heir to a powerful gang, leader to an even more powerful group. The vibrance of the tattoo was hypnotizing, just like her natural movements and hand gestures. Her exposed arms flexed every time she messed with one of her Sins, either ruffling their hair, shoving them off one another or pinching their cheek of how cute she thought they acted. The Seven Deadly Sins definitely acted different in front of her, they felt more at ease.
Most of all, they felt safe in her presence.
Aki took in the little black clothes and red accessory theme of her outfit. It matched her for sure. "You're staring again," Nanami nudged him and he broke out of his trance, looking away silently. "You're subtle," Aizawa mused stoically and he looked a different way. The agent announced that they had arrived at the meeting room, opening the door and they walked inside. Everyone standing up, looked over at the new arrivals. (Y/n) strutted in last, with everlasting confidence and a new expression on her face that screamed dominance.
Her cold, yet, heated electric blue gaze fell on the Commissioner General of the Police Force and the President of Heroes Public Safety Commission. She almost sneered right then and there but she bowed her head the tiniest bit she could muster. "(Y/n) (L/n)," the President greeted, bowing her head as well. Everyone in the room stared. "President," she greeted back. "(L/n)," the Commissioner General bowed his head, she did the same back but at a smaller angle. "Commissioner General."
"Hayakawa," the blonde woman and the grey haired man called out, the boy looked at them and bowed. "Madam President, Commissioner General." Everyone else exchanged bows and simplistic greetings. "Endeavor," (Y/n) bowed, face softening a little at the known presence. He almost looked a little surprised at the way she bowed a little lower than she did when she greeted the other two. "(Y/n). How are you?" And she looked surprised at his question, 'Ready to whip my guns out and jump out the window while looking badass.'
"I'm good, and you?"
"Good as well. How is Shoto?"
"He's doing good too..." (Y/n)'s eyes scanned the room for the stare she felt on her back, they landed on the aliferous man with his eyes on her, sipping some tea. "He's here?" She asked no one in particular. "He has close ties with the commission, you shouldn't be surprised," the red haired man answered her. She sucked her teeth, "You're right." The clock struck 7:50 PM. "Let's all get seated and start this meeting," one of the assistants called out. Everyone gathered around the rectangular table, the smaller sides had four chairs each.
So the Commissioner General and the President and their assistants sat on one end with the four chairs, and (Y/n), Endeavor, Hawks, and Aki sat on the other end. (Y/n) was about to sit next to Endeavor but Hawks took her place quicker than she did, so she ended up in between him and Aki. The Seven Deadly Sins, Nanami, Aizawa, and Mirai were all spread out on the sides. Five chairs on each side so everything was nice and even. "Going on to what this meeting is about, we have found all possible locations for the original Seven Deadly Sins."
One of the assistants turned on the smart board behind them, showcasing red dots all over the middle regions of Japan. (Y/n) intertwined her fingers in her lap, gazing at the map and biting the inside of her cheek. "There are even more possible locations spread out." A click of a button and the map zoomed out, showing more red dots all over the place. 'Those are a lot of possible locations...' Everyone thought, collectively. "Our search party is continuously narrowing down the country locations, and have steadily found evidence of people having been there."
"What is it do you think their goal is?" Mikoto spoke up, crossing his arms. "We don't know for sure, but it's obviously they're receiving help from a second party." (Y/n) clenched her teeth, 'Could it be...?' "Possible affiliation with the League of Villains, we think their goal is gathering more manpower. It's possible they pledged to them already, we have no idea," the General responded. "It's possible that they're receiving help from the League, or a different second party. But the originals won't pledge loyalty to anyone else that isn't my bloodline."
(Y/n)'s point was absolutely correct. "So you're saying we have an advantage here?" The President asked, intrigued. The white haired girl nodded, everyone's interest grew. "If I can get into direct contact with them, and prove my strength—it's possible I can get them under my control." The Commissioner General leaned forward, "And what do you mean by that?" He asked. "And we can't be sure they won't try and actually kill you, you locked them up all those years ago..." Hawks cut in with a smart point.
"It's true that I defeated them once, if it was under different circumstances they would've gladly accepted me as their future leader. But in their eyes, I basically betrayed everything they knew. So I'll have to gain that back, if I pledge to them, they'll pledge to me," she explained. "Is this entire mission going to ride out on (Y/n)? I want you two to remember she's still a hero-in-training," Sir Nighteye spoke sternly. 'Knew he would react like this.' The President was about to speak but (Y/n) held up her hand, preventing her from doing so.
"You have no reason to worry. I'm sure these two will make up the necessary plans for me, I expect enough heroes on my side to back me up. And we also have to take into account the Seven Deadly Sins' powers. I am the best shot we've got to keep them from roaming the streets and backing up the wrong people," the blue eyed girl stated confidently. "You've matured since the first time Eraserhead brought you in, (L/n)," the President remained stoic. And (Y/n) mimicked her lack of expression, "You could say that."
"And what will happen to the Originals if they pledge to you?" Endeavor butted in, glancing at the white haired girl. "The pledging is new, so I don't think there are any measures that the police force has come up with," she gestured her hand at the General. "Measures will be made quickly, I'm sure your sympathies will allow them more than enough freedom for us to work with." Her eye twitched a little at his phrasing but she said nothing. "How long will it take to narrow down the list of possible locations?" Endeavor gazed at the big map.
"Judging from just the map, very long," Hawks commented. "I can help with that. You guys can keep cracking down all of the locations, though," (Y/n) announced, both high ups nodded. "Can I ask why we're here? I understand Sir Nighteye and Eraserhead, they are (Y/n)'s legal guardians but why'd you call me and Hayakawa all the way out here from America?" Nanami finally spoke up, making Aki perk up in the slightest. Hawks also perked up, wanting to know the reason for their presence, even if he had a bit of an idea.
"How is your progress coming along, Hayakawa?" The President asked the boy. The latter squeezed his hands where both higher ups couldn't see. (Y/n) noticed though, her eyebrow raised a little. "If that's what this is about, then couldn't this have been a separate meeting?" The blonde slightly strained out. "I thought it'd be a good idea for our top heroes in Japan to know about Hayakawa. Given his past and his current situation." Aki squeezed his hands tighter at the President's words. She stood up, gesturing her assistant.
(Y/n) furrowed her eyebrows, her hand slightly grasping the boy's arm. He looked at her curiously but she gave him a reassuring look, Hawks caught the interaction and looked away with a churning feeling in his heart. "Endeavor, Hawks, (L/n). Follow us." She also gestured Aki. Nanami was about to stand up and call bullshit but Aki gave him the same reassuring look (Y/n) gave him. The blonde looked ready to retaliate but ultimately sat down, the other people in the room looked rather confused—with the exception of the General and Mirai—but said nothing.
(Y/n) gave her dads a confused but reassuring thumbs up as they followed the President into an elevator and went alllll the way down. Aki looked perturbed, so she unconsciously stayed closer to him. Endeavor almost rolled his eyes at Hawks' obvious jealously but laughed about it in his mind. They made it to a floor lined with white walls and multiple rooms, they entered one room, bland but looking like a reinforced vault. There was a separate room with glass windows, the room looked overall unused.
Aki entered the room separate from the one with the windows, the President entered the other room and gestured the heroes. Though Hawks already knew exactly what this was. "So, what's this about?" (Y/n) asked, but the woman just implored her to observe. Aki looked a little pale, he frowned to think what (Y/n) would think of him after. He shut the door behind himself and raised his arm, the second he made a gun with his hand—his fingers and his face were covered in black veins.
Suddenly, an 1911 was sticking out between his eyes, with the hammer sticking out of the back of his head. His hair was let down, and his left forearm was replaced with an M16 rifle. The trio's eyes widened in surprised, the black haired boy grinned sadistically. He raised his left arm towards the glass panels, but (Y/n) was faster—putting up an electric net before rounds of bullets were shot at the windows. The windows cracked at the rounds of bullets, (Y/n)'s eyes were sparkling. "He's not fully conscious of his actions in this form."
"He was supposed to go to America to train his quirk, at least it's not as bad as before," the President sighed in dissatisfaction. A hot feeling washed over the girl as the boy broke through the windows with nothing but brute force. "It was worse before??" Endeavor questioned, impressed by the powerful quirk and Hawks' suspicions were correct. Suddenly, he started banging on the electric net, (Y/n) had the bright idea to let the net down, making everyone's adrenaline sky rocket.
Instead of shooting, Aki snatched (Y/n) by the collar of her shirt with his right hand. Her lips broke into a wide grin, the trio behind her immediately thought she was crazy. Aki tilted his head at the girl, suddenly more interested in why she wasn't running and screaming for her life, or at least yelling. The 1911 between his eyes pressed against her forehead, the broken glass crunching under his shoes when he pushed himself off of the sill of the window. "(Y/n), what the hell are you doing?? Get up!" Endeavor barked.
But (Y/n) didn't listen to him, she mimicked the boy, instead grabbing his inked neck and firmly gripping it—pushing him slightly off of her. He laughed manically, cheeks stretched by the psychotic look on his visible face. He brought up the M16, then continued to drag his tongue against the length of the gun tantalizingly. Her face heated up wildly and she pressed a pressure point in his neck, knocking him unconscious. "Holy shit," she sat up fully, turning to the President who had composed herself quietly.
(Y/n) didn't even know what to say. "That was extremely dangerous, (L/n)," the woman reprimanded. The black of Aki's quirk faded away as he slumped against the girl. "Yeah and you didn't really warn us about mister Guns Blazin' over here, did you?" She shot back, eyes rolling and she let Hawks help her stand up as she hoisted up the seventeen year old in her arms. 'I need coffee...' Endeavor rubbed his temples and made his own way out the door.
—Warning, make out scene, no actual sex??, grinding, hickeys, nudity, fingering, handjob, semi nsfw....
-They're both teenagers and I'm literally the same age as them, they're bound to explore (I know I did lolllll). Skip if you're uncomfortable!! I will put a - when anything starts and = when anything ends.
The meeting ended after finalizing some things and making sure everyone was on board, (Y/n) also would let them know which heroes she was going to want to work with for the mission. The girl felt more relieved with the situation, yet, she took out another joint as everyone made their way to the car. They had already said bye to the sins, so it was only (Y/n), Aki, Nanami and her dads. Everyone got inside while she was already in, sparking up and inhaling the calming smoke. "Get in the back," Mirai opened her side of the car.
She didn't retaliate and lurched herself into the backseat, Aki taking place in the middle of her and Nanami. He hadn't said anything to her after what happened, only looking slightly traumatized but to (Y/n)—he looked so good with his hair down. She couldn't say she wasn't admiring him—because she definitely was. "We should get something to eat," Aizawa suggested with a sigh. "We can stop by and eat at your apartment, Nanami," Mirai spoke up and the man nodded. (Y/n) kept her eyes on Aki, he had his gaze on his own hands.
She leaned against the side of the car and pouted, it was blatant he was ignoring her. She took a long drag from the joint, softly exhaling the extra smoke. She got on her phone while Aizawa turned up some music. She scrolled through her social media and checked her emails, by the time they pulled up to a food joint—she was bored out of her mind. The three adults got out of the car, leaving the teens alone. The doors slammed shut and (Y/n) shut off her phone, staring out the window silently, taking in the stars in the sky.
"Did I...hurt you?" (Y/n) turned to the boy, exhaling smoke through her mouth and raising an eyebrow. "Does it look like I'm hurt, dumbass?" He scowled a little. "What happened when I changed?" She turned to him fully, leaning her legs up on the seat. "You changed, duh," she baited. He glared at her, "Stop playing around." She huffed, "You shot at the windows, broke them and grabbed me." He clenched his fists. "I let you grab me..." She corrected. "That's stupid," he said to her.
"You didn't do shit to me though, stop bitching already." Her face contorted and a new song played, Glorybox by Portishead. "I could've really hurt you, and you're just brushing it off like nothing?" The white haired girl started to not like his tone too much. "Have you met me? Why would I be scared of you? Why should I? You're not a threat to me," she glared at him. "You're not understanding!" He raised his voice and she threw the end of the joint out the window. "Then make me understand!" She raised her voice right back.
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Suddenly, he grabbed her by her arm, tugging her onto him and making their lips crash together. (Y/n)'s eyes gaped, feeling his slightly chapped lips against her glossy ones. He brought his hand up to her cheek and melted into her warm lips. She knit her eyebrows slightly and kissed back, deepening the intimate exchange. She closed her eyes and placed her hand on his neck, pulling him closer to her. Aki faced his body towards hers, heart beginning to race inside his chest. They pulled away from each other.
He gazed down into her eyes, bewitched by her lips, sudden passion bleeding from his own irises. The white haired girl breathed out, entranced by the kiss, an appetence growing to kiss him again. He dipped his head down and smashed their lips together again, molding together perfectly. Aki didn't care for the gloss and lipstick getting on his lips, all he cared for was the girl who's lips felt warmer than the sun. His lips parted, making hers do the same and he grabbed her thighs—making her sit on his lap. They dove straight in for another kiss.
(Y/n)'s hand ran through his soft hair, gripping it when she felt his own hands on her waist, pressing their bodies against each other. The vibration of the music was felt through the seats, she had her knees on either side of his thighs. Aki grabbed her jaw, opening her mouth for him to take the lead. She let him and felt their tongues graze, their lips moved in sync with each other. The girl suddenly paused, pulling away breathlessly and desultorily brought up her hand—wiping his tender bottom lip with her thumb, smirking at his red face.
He took his hand off her waist, taking it up to her hand and placing her fingertips back on his lips. He softly bit down on her pointer finger. The taste of her bided on his tongue, he wanted more, so his lips lifted when she went back in for another taste. This time it was with smoldering passion. The soft presses of their tongues drowned out everything around them. Aki felt her tongue piercing in his mouth, and (Y/n) felt his snake bites pressing against her lips. He caught her bottom lip between his teeth, the eye contact between them hot and bothered.
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Unexpectedly, a phone started to ring loudly in the front seat. The teenagers suddenly realized where they were and who they were waiting on. 'Fuck...' They quickly scrambled off of each other, panic filling their entire nervous system at the thought of their care takers catching them in their little moment. They quickly fixed themselves, the phone wasn't theirs so it wasn't their problem. Aki wiped the red from (Y/n)'s lip products off his mouth with the back of his hand, smudging it even more while she did the same.
Realizing it wasn't working, she reached over to the front, opening a compartment and taking out a small emergency makeup bag. She opened it and took out a tiny micellar bottle and cotton pads. She poured some drops on the pad and put everything else down, grabbing Aki's hand from smudging the lipstick on his face and grabbing his jaw to face her. He looked at her almost amorevolously, she gifted him the same look back as she wiped his face of any traces that she was there in the first place.
He left his hands on her body, feeling like they belonged there. She wiped his lips and grabbed his hand, wiping the slight pink away as well. When she looked up, Aki had copied her actions and started wiping her smudged mouth as well. She wiped her fingers and shoved the evidence back in the small makeup bag, reminding herself to throw it away later. The makeup was off and they paused for a moment, Aki decided to plant a final kiss on her lips after she had taken out the lip products again, knowing she was going to put it on again.
(Y/n) smiled into the kiss, making him do the same. "We should yell at each other more often." His lips broke into a humored smile, "We should." He grabbed the lip products out of her hand and opened the red one first, he leaned closer to her, cupping her face and opening the lipstick. She parted her lips slightly, letting him apply the lipstick for her carefully. 'Kinda like painting...' He thought, then opening the almost finished lipgloss. "This one tastes good," he commented on the clear, cherry "flavored" lipgloss.
"Oh yeah? You like it?" She mused as he squeezed the tube to get a bead of gloss at the top, rubbing it on her lips after. "Yeah," he breathed out and she brushed his hair behind his ears. "You look nice with your hair down," she complimented. "We should talk about how good you look today," he pushed her hair behind her shoulders, running his hand down to make her hand cup his cheek. "My friends helped me, we all wanted to do something together and they wanted to help me get ready, so we put it all together," she rambled slightly.
"What's your deal with your quirk?" She treaded carefully, caressing his cheek when he looked away. He thought deeply about telling her or not, knowing she had a dark past herself, he found solace in the fact that she could understand him to some degree. He went on to tell a brief of his life story, explaining his Gun quirk and how he lost control of it for the first time—killing his entire family and a large amount of people. (Y/n) easily remembered the almost unknown incident that took place in Akita prefecture years ago.
It was no surprise the commission had gone after him, sending him to America and making him cover everything with the modeling gig. He also had an incident that almost cost the lives of two of his friends, he talked about them dearly. (Y/n) understood his worries easily, saying she'd help him control his quirk since he would already teach her how to use the sword. By the time they finished talking, the trio of adults came back to the car, a little confused at the sudden talkative atmosphere the teens created in the car.
The smell of fresh, thick American hamburgers, fries and milkshakes filled the car. The teens decided to chow down since they were basically starving, Aki shoved a fry dipped in ketchup in (Y/n)'s mouth—minding her lipstick—she did the same for him. Nanami rose an eyebrow at the sudden, dare he say, affection between the two. He glanced at the girls fathers' to see if they were noticing it as well but it was futile, he ignored it and went on his phone, furtively snatching a fry from Aki.
The teens finished their food right before they arrived at Nanami's apartment. They were sipping on differently flavored milkshakes by that time. As they made their way up through the elevator, Aki snatched (Y/n)'s milkshake and shoved his own in her hands. She made no complaints, Aizawa immediately caught it and looked towards the other two males to see if they caught it as well, but they didn't seem to, so he treaded normally. 'Okay...'
They made it inside and (Y/n) immediately made herself at home, kicking off her shoes and jumping on the comfy couch. "Yeah, go on right ahead (Y/n)," Nanami gestured sarcastically and she smiled cheekily. She set her milkshake down and pulled up her pants, showing the multiple of weapons on her and surprising only Aki. "You carry that much with you?" He asked, sitting down next to her. "Yeah, for emergencies." She stood up and struggled to take off her belt. 'How'd this thing go again...?' She didn't want to use too much force and tear it.
The pen and straight razor were already on the table, she still had to take off the silencers and the knives, but she couldn't seem to get off the belt. 'Fuck.' She frowned, Mirai noticed her struggling. "Do you need help?" She shook her head and went back at it, "I'm good. You go eat," she shooed with a smile. He placed his hands on his hips and sighed, "Alright. We're in the kitchen if you two need something." He went on to the kitchen, leaving the two alone and she continued to struggle. Aki breathed out, taking both of their milkshakes and grabbing her arm.
"Come on," he ushered and (Y/n) followed him to his room. They passed through the kitchen, slightly catching a glance from Mirai but he didn't think twice about it. The teens entered the room and they sat themselves on the bed, Aki on one end and (Y/n) on the other. He slid up her pants, taking off the straps for her weapons and silencers while she sipped on both milkshakes at the same time. He tossed her pack of joints to the side of the bed. He gathered the weapons and placed them on his desk carefully. He got back on the bed and gestured her over.
She got closer, putting the milkshakes down and letting him grab her waist, steadying her as he got to work on taking off her belt. (Y/n) stared at his lips, looking rather kissable at that moment, but she told herself to focus. Yet Aki was thinking the same. 'Focus focus focus focus focusfocusfocus.' He finally got the belt undone, he unlooped it through her pants loops and unattached the holster. His hands roamed all over her thighs as he unlatched the hostlers from them, the atmosphere changed quickly.
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He stared deep into her eyes as he unbuttoned his blazer, fully slipping it off and loosened his tie, unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt. (Y/n) undid his belt for him, as he did for her, pulling it out and throwing it to the side as he did with everything else. She gave him a salacious look as he leaned over, reaching past her head and pressing on a speaker, messing with his phone to press a playlist, the speaker played Novacane by Frank Ocean a bit loud but not loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
Both their hearts were racing with anticipation by then, Aki licked his lips, pulling back and a sudden tug from his tie made him fall onto (Y/n). Most of all, their lips met each other once more, pressing against each other warmly. But something felt different this time. Aki hovered over (Y/n), her legs wrapped around his waist, he pressed his hips against hers, they both hummed in titillatingly. (Y/n) took off the jewelry on her wrists, and as Aki kissed her cheek as he took off her necklace—not wanting it to be in the way.
His lips were painted red again, (Y/n) was touched how careful he was with her necklace, setting it down by his speaker. Her neck felt bare, but that feeling soon left when he began pressing kisses trailing from her jaw, down to her neck. Her head pressed against the pillows, loving the feeling of his lips on her neck. When he sunk his teeth in a spot near her collarbones, she breathed out deeper. She ran her hand up his shirt as he sucked on her neck, both feeling even more aroused than before.
He tugged her shirt down so he could have more room to have fun with. He shivered at her warm touch under his shirt, fondling with his abs. He sneaked his hand under her lower back, arching it on purpose, causing friction against both of them. They groaned softly into each others skin. Aki left one last bite on (Y/n)'s neck, the pressure arousing her even more. Their tongues met first, breathing heavily and in a haze of lust. They pulled away and she gripped his shirt, "I'll get you a new one later," she breathed out.
Slightly confused, he was about to raise an eyebrow but she ripped his shirt completely off his body with a single hand. He almost moaned, "Fuck..." She changed their positions, using her strength to easily sit both of them up so she straddled his lap and he heatedly held the both of them together. She lowered herself firmly, pressing her clothed slit against his clothed erection. He groaned, throwing his head back and giving her the perfect advantage to kiss his skin. She started off with tender kisses but increasingly got rougher.
The blue eyed boy breathed heavier than before, jutting up his hips, creating constrained friction against both of their throbbing privates. She kissed his skin harder because of the friction, then traveled back to his mouth to which they torridly made out. The lipstick made a mess of red on their skin, Aki's hands ran up the girl's body. He knew what he was stimulating and she didn't hesitate, throwing her shirt off, thankful her pasties didn't fully stick to her. Most would feel even a little embarrassed being topless.
(Y/n) didn't give one fuck, pressing their bodies closer than before—both content with the skin to skin contact. Aki fondled her chest, leaving love bites all over until he reached her nipples. Looking at her, "Can I?" He breathed out and she smirked widely. "Shut up and take your pants off." Her sultry voice didn't have to say it twice. They both scrambled to take their pants off, helping each other mid way. He tugged her pants off as one of her chains locked the door, she tugged off his pants, reaching to turn up the music a little bit more.
"Come here baby," she ran her fingers through her hair, left with nothing but her black underwear. And he was left with his black boxers, erection evident while (Y/n) was obviously wet. He obeyed, going to her and taking her lips into his, entering her mouth with his tongue and exploring carelessly. She chased her fingers in his hair, tugging it and making him moan in her mouth. He pressed his bulge against her, she dug her nails into his back. She moved her hips against his, he followed her lead, following her motions.
They tried to be a quiet as they could, grinding against each other with their tongues intertwined. Aki pulled away, pupils expanded with lust just like (Y/n). "Please...touch me..." He breathed out, pressing a kiss to her palm. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, "Are you sure?" She neared her hand to his clothed erection, he nodded. "Don't just nod, did you lose your voice? Tell me what you want baby, don't tell me you're getting shy now?" He almost laughed when she smiled cheekily, "Stop teasing. Please," he pleaded.
"Only 'cause you're being so cute about it..." She leaned in, trapping his pierced lip between her teeth, dipping her hand inside his boxers. "We don't have a lot of time..." He breathed out before shuddering when she grasped the base of his erection. "It's fine. We don't have to go all the way, I'm not really ready for that..." She trailed off, watching his bruised throat strain to contain his lewd sounds when she felt him up all the way. "U-Uh-huh," he nodded, concurring with the girl as she rubbed his length up and down.
"Sounding a little choked up there, you feel good?" She kissed his swollen lips with her own. "R-Real good," he affirmed shakily, still hovering above her after taking their pants off. She let go and shoved her hand into his mouth when he slumped against her, she propped him up on her thighs instead of the other way around. He was leaned up against her, when she took her hand out covered in his saliva, she went back in. His tip was wet from pre-cum, she used that to her advantage as well—feeling his erection up and down as he moaned and groaned into her neck.
"Tell me how good you feel baby," she whispered in his ear as his legs trembled. He sunk his teeth into the side of her jaw, "F-Fuck." (Y/n) sped up her pace and Aki pulled her underwear down after his came off completely. He easily slipped his fingers inside of her wet folds, finding her clit effortlessly and rubbing it in circular motions. She clenched her teeth when her legs twitched, speeding up her hand on his length and rubbing his tip. He pumped his fingers in and out of her, her walls clenching around him when he added two more fingers, curling them at a perfect angle.
They kept their lips together, moaning in each other's mouths to muffle them. The increasingly got sloppy with each other. "K-Keep going," he rasped out against her lips. She kept going faster and faster, at some point little sparks shot off her body, sending waves of pleasure through the boy's body until they finally released—cumming together heatedly, legs trembling and slightly sweaty bodies twitching against each other. They breathed heavily, and it dawned on (Y/n) what she just did. 'Holy shit.' Her face burned red.
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It also dawned on Aki, making him the same shade of red as her. Their bodies tingled from each others touch as they laid naked against each other. (Y/n) quickly got up, making the boy sit up in confusion. She cracked the door slightly open, only peeking out her eyes and peering at the trio of adults still in the kitchen. Their meals long gone and glass cups of whiskey and wine were poured, Aizawa and Nanami's cheeks were slightly flushed from the alcohol. The men felt a stare on them, they turned to the girl's eyes simultaneously.
They all rose an eyebrow and she smiled, well, her eyes smiled since she couldn't risk them seeing her face smudged with red. "What're you guys doing?" Nanami questioned and she laughed as naturally as possible. "Watching a movie, you guys look pretty drunk! We should sleep over, right? You wouldn't mind, Nanamin?!" Her eyes lit up when the man shrugged, "Whatever," he sighed. "Great! Don't bother us we're watching a movie!" She shut the door, locking it. It was a smart thing that she checked on them, any longer and they would've done the opposite to them.
And that wouldn't have been pretty. "O...kay?" Aizawa knit his eyebrows, slurring a little bit ignoring it. "Yay, sleepover," Mirai drawled out, taking another sip of his whiskey. And (Y/n) bumped into Aki, who was standing behind her, both of them still naked. He looped his arms around her waist, a hand gripping her ass and she smacked his with one hand. He slightly pursed his lips at the action but didn't exactly hate it. Smudges of red lipstick stained multiple parts of their bodies, (Y/n) wiped some red away from the boy's lips.
She gazed at her work, content with the markings she left on his body. (Y/n) stopped her quirk from healing the ones he left on her, wanting them to heal on their own. "Let's go shower together," (Y/n) leaned her cheek on his shoulder, blowing cold air on the tender red spots on his skin—goosebumps appeared on his skin. He placed his cheek on her head, taking her hand and leading the way towards the bathroom. The duo hopped in the shower, waiting for it to get warm as they stood in the corner, not wanting to get splashed by cold water.
"Does this mean...?" Aki trailed off, looking at the girl and she caught the hint. She stopped to think for a second, not wanting to hurt his feelings, not wanting to lead him on, but also not wanting something serious. She felt a little guilty as she thought about everyone who harbored feelings for her. "You're thinking too hard," Aki stated as he let the water hit his hand, checking if it was a good temperature or not. "There's a lot to think about," she rebutted, letting him pull her under the water with him.
"It's a yes or a no, if you're worried about hurting my feelings, don't be," he reassured, massaging his hair so it could soak up the water. "Friends with benefits?" She suggested, running her fingers through her hair to also let it soak up the water. "Yeah," he agreed and she smacked his ass. "Hey, we almost had sex and you're acting all cold boy like before." He gave her a deadpanned look, rubbing the cheek she smacked. "Do you want me to be annoyingly clingy and whiny?" He grabbed a sponge, wetting it and checking if both their hair was evenly saturated.
He turned the water off and she moved him by his waist, bending to reach the shampoo. "I mean, if you want to..." She smiled at him, gathering shampoo on her palms and spreading it evenly. She reached up and began washing his hair for him. He leaned down, placing his face right in the middle of her inked chest, leaning on her and letting her wash his hair. "Is that better?" She hummed, massaging his scalp, "Much better." The shower continued with the two caringly washing each other and getting out after a while.
They looked at the marks on their bodies, (Y/n) noticed the collection of them on her collar bones. He ended up making a little heart made of hickeys. She turned to him unimpressed, snatching the towel off of his waist and throwing it at his head. He gave her a death stare, she quickly made her way out of the bathroom, towel still wrapped around her body and she took it upon herself to rummage through the boy's closet. She found fresh—unused, more importantly—packet of boxers and took one out, she slid them on as he entered the room.
'I don't have a real bra on me...' She frowned but snatched a thick grey hoodie from a hanger. Aki watched her slip it on, he shook his head in amusement. He went up from behind her, grabbing boxers from his drawers, sweat pants and a simple short sleeve shirt. He grabbed the girl some shorts as well. She spun around, facing him with a smile as he changed into the clothes. "What're you so happy about, huh?" She caught the shorts he threw at her, "Oh nothing, just thinking about my revenge after we check on our dads." She hinted at her collarbones.
"Kenny isn't my dad," Aki chided but the memories of him accidentally calling him dad flashed through his mind. "Funny. I made that exact face when I said that about both of my dads," she smirked, slipping on the shorts and pulling her wet hair away from her face. He gave her an annoyed look, (Y/n) shrugged her shoulders and made her way to the door, going out and being hit by the cooler air that resided in the rest of the apartment. Aki followed behind her. They were hit by the strong smell of alcohol, 'Umm. How much did they drink?'
(Y/n)'s jaw dropped at the state of the trio, Aki's eyebrows only raised in shock. Aizawa laid splayed on top of the marble island, Nanami was spread across three dinner table chairs with a literal rug as a blanket, Mirai laid on the counter next to the sink with his head in the sink and the faucet on. "What the fuck?!" (Y/n) quickly went over to her green haired father first, turning off the faucet and checking his pulse, alive but not going to be when she was done with him and her other adoptive father.
"Kenny..." Aki shook the man, realizing he had something in his embrace. He furrowed his eyebrows and ripped the rug off his body, placing it where it should be in the first place. (Y/n) inspected the bottle, snatching it out of the older man's grasp. "It's scotch, no wonder they're all like this. Especially Mirai..." She sighed, putting the bottle on the counter and pulled Mirai off of the counter by the sink. He groaned loudly. "I know you're all about fun, smiles, and bright futures Mirai, but this ain't the most amazing way to go about it..."
"No...! All Mights crows feet aren't that big, get it...right!" He mumbled and she carried him bridal style to the couch, "You can sleep here for acting like you're in your twenties," she grumbled. Aki shook Nanami again, he was swatted away rudely. He rolled his eyes pulling one of the chairs and let his legs drop and dangle. (Y/n) went back for Aizawa, still laying on the island. He was mumbling something, "Shouta...!" She called for him, tugging his legs off of the island and catching him from under his arms when he almost dropped to the floor.
She picked him up easily, but let him drop back to a seat on the floor, she supported his back while she kneeled. The white haired girl brushed his hair out of his face, re-tying it back so he wouldn't get annoyed by it. "Tell me if you have to throw up, okay Shouta?" She derived her hand of heat, making it go cold enough so she could press it against his face. "Does Eraserhead get drunk often?" Aki asked from behind, dragging away Nanami to the living room's rug. "Not exactly. He drinks but I've only seen him drunk around four times."
Suddenly, she felt tears go down his face. She exhaled deeply, "Two out of four times he gets really emotional..." Aki sweat dropped. "Kenny just sleeps it away..." Aizawa started talking, "(Y/n)...I'm sorry...s..burp...sorry." She grimaced a little. "Don't cry, Shou," she pat his head comfortingly. "I've been such an incompetent father...you deserve...only the best for you, (Y/n). Never...settle for less," he slurred and she smiled at him. "I'm pretty sure we made up already, Shouta," she half-assed wiped his eyes for him.
"Why would you...ever forgive me?" She rolled her eyes, "You may have been cruel but not crueler than anyone else that hurt me the same way. You're still my dad, no crees que no eres importante." More tears streamed. "I'm so proud of you, (Y/n)," he cried and she laughed a little, hugging him and patting his head. "I know dad, I know. Come on," she pulled him up. Aki who watched the exchange, cracked a little smile. Suddenly, his body lurched forward. Her eyes widened in panic, she hauled him towards the bathroom in the other hallway, busting the door down.
The vomit thankfully made it right in the toilet, (Y/n) grimaced at the sounds and the sudden stench. She held her breath, holding his hair back and rubbing his back as he hurled his guts out. "Jesus, Shouta. The class would never believe me if I ever told them about this..." She rolled her eyes and silently comforted him, Aki entered the bathroom. They made eye contact. "Be a darling and bring me my phone, will you?" She tilted her head. "That would've been hot if your dad wasn't throwing up right now." He walked away, hearing her giggle.
He came back with her phone and Aizawa still slumped over the toilet. "Here," he gave her her phone, she opened it. She went to her music app and pressed a certain song. "Don't mind this, Selena music sobers him up..." She played Como La Flor by Selena, the man coughing out the rest of the bodily fluids and exhaling deeply. "I feel so much better..." He knocked over some things reaching for the toilet paper, wiping his face and blowing his nose, throwing it in the toilet. (Y/n) flushed the toilet and lit the little candle on the sink with her pinky.
(Y/n) helped him up over the sink, letting him wash his face and she sprayed the bathroom with disinfectant. She slid back, but her foot got caught on the bathroom mat—Aki quickly caught her by the shoulders at the same time she caught herself with the edge of the sink. "Hey..." Aizawa noticed his hand placement low on her waist. "Save it for when I'm not here..." He trailed off grabbing a random towel and patted his face dry. Aki took his hands off silently, (Y/n) wrapped an arm around Aizawa's waist.
"Come on you can take a nap where the other two dumb adults are," (Y/n) jutted her head as the song ended. They made it to the living room with some stumbles and swaying, she laid him on the couch and exhaled. "Knowing damn well y'all can't take Scotch," she shook her head, checking the time. 9:56 PM. Aki shut off the living room and kitchen lights, taking (Y/n)'s hand and going back to his room with her phone in his hand. Noticing the mess they didn't clean up, they decided to clean up and organize, which only took about ten minutes.
(Y/n) noticed the boy had a balcony, so she gladly slid open the doors and peeked outside. Her eyes shined at the view of the city, the air was crisp, Aki walked out to see what she was doing. "You have a really nice view..." She didn't hesitate to take her phone out and take a picture, posting it on her Enstagram story with some music behind it. "Are you always taking pictures?" He asked, leaning his chin on her shoulder, looking at what she was doing on her phone. She was texting back the class group chat. "Yup," she answered.
(Y/n)'s hoes
↳Class Pres
Why do you guys insist
on changing the group chat
name every time?
↳Pinky
bc it's literally true 😭
↳Sparky
we are NOT hoes
we are the lovers
get it right, ashido😒😒
↳Pinky
lovers in your dreams
let's not forget who
tripped in front of her
today🙄✋
↳Pretty boy
ladies, ladies, let's not
fight
↳Red
they're gonna end up
fighting even more-
↳Yao-Mimi
Anyways...did (Y/n) say
what time she would
come back from the meeting?
↳Toruu
she did butttt if u guys
stopped gawking at her
every chance u guys get
u guys would know🤷♀️
↳Pinky
we were not✋🏽
+18 more messages.
↳(Y/n)!
love the new chat name.
I've been out for hours now,
at Weak Point's bc of Mirai
and Shouta
+11 online!
↳Freckles, Pinky, Sparky+5 others
(Y/n)!
"They're enthusiastic..." Aki mumbled, breath hitting the side of her neck. She smiled a little.
↳(Y/n)!
that's my name
how. are. my. children.
↳Sparky
we're good🤗🤗
↳(Y/n)!
mf I meant eri and
my cats 😭
↳Sparky
i knew that.
↳Pinky
okay...
(Y/n)'s hoes...facetiming
Aki pressed the green button before she could, making her panic and drop her phone. Her number joined the call, chatter immediately bursting from the phone. (Y/n) gave the boy a glare, smacking his stomach with the back of her hand. "(Y/nnnnn)!" Multiple voices called out, she picked up the phone, forgetting to cover up the abundance of hickeys on her neck and jaw. She was lucky that the adults were out of it and didn't notice, but that wasn't the same for the teens on the other side of the screen.
Aoyama gasped at the amount of bruises on her skin, "(Y/n)! Whatever happened to your neck?!" She flinched, then glared at the cocky looking seventeen year old once more. "Who was that??" Hagakure questioned, voice high with curiosity. "It's just a very annoying person," she answered, pinching Aki's butt cheek and dodging his hand when he tried to return the gesture. "Midoriya and Todoroki are with Eri-chan right now, and what Aoyama said!!" Kaminari exclaimed. (Y/n) sucked her teeth, "I'll call them in a bit,"
"And nothing, just some problems with my quirk..." She trailed off. "How'd the meeting go!! Did you see that Aki boy?!" Mina questioned excitedly, the very faintest hint of jealously at the thought of the girl with another person. Aki smirked at her, "You talk about me to your friends?" Everyone in the other line gasped at the smooth voice, low and yet, very attractive. "It's official, (Y/n)'s replaced us." Kaminari angled his camera to show him, Sero, and Jiro in the room. The boys fainted at the same time, Jiro rolled her eyes and grabbed the phone.
"So dramatic," she sighed. "Although I haven't replaced anyone, I did see Aki," the white haired girl answered Mina's question. She noticed Uraraka, Mina, Hagakure, and Aoyama together. And Sero, Kaminari, Jiro, and Kirishima were also together. "And and! What happened, tell me everything!" Hagakure snatched the phone excitedly. (Y/n) smiled, "We just saw each other, that's it," she reassured. "You said you're at that hero's apartment, are your dads there too?" Uraraka spoke up.
"And you did say that Aki boy lived with Weak Point-" A sudden gasp ran through the call, (Y/n) was quicker though. "'Kay imma go call Shoto, bye!" She ended the call quickly and faced the blue eyed boy, whom was already smoking one of her joints—a new lighter in his hand. "You're acting all chill for someone who's an inch away from getting fucked up," she pointed an accusing finger, leaning against the veranda. "Cute how they freaked over you being with someone else. Close bonds?" He exhaled smoke.
(Y/n) rolled her eyes at him, getting closer to nab a hit of the joint, but he pulled it away from her reach. He took a drag himself, cupping the side of her jaw and pulling her closer. He leaned his face close to hers—enough that he could see the underlying blue tint in her eyebrows and eyelashes—noses touching and lips barely an inch apart. He exhaled the smoke, letting it billow into her mouth when she breathed in. "You can't just keep teasing me and getting away with it..."
She crossed her arms, exhaling the excess smoke. "I'm sure I can..." He lulled his head to the side. She rose an eyebrow and began pulling him inside.
"We'll see about that after I'm done with you."
-mar (13535 words)
How y'all like that lil ykyk hehehe. Anyways, here are the weapon visuals for (Y/n) and also the outfit she wore. The red top is the visual for the back, the black top is the visual for the overall front look and color of it and the third is the visual for the pants and shoes.