Still not dead or abandoned Stop saying that! I'm just a horrible author and a terrible person without work ethic
Terribly sorry about the wait
I was heavily invested in D&D, like HEAVY. The one I was mainly watching turned out to be a piece of garbage which sucks ass but I found the opportunity to return to my fic
on that note I cut some stories and the most important story is still missing, which I will add at the beginning of next chapter as it is important
I hope and try to post the next two chapter, you know THE IMPORTANT ONES, next week. Wish me luck or kick my ass, both help
I'll hold off from more till I finally get this ball rolling for real
Domo waddles like cactor when he 'walks' normally, but at high speed he and his clones do the cartoonish feet turn to wheels thing, or that what it seems like at least
Their feet actually turn into wheels.
anyway onto the chapter / scenes
ENJOY
After Scene I should have added to 'What a fine day', but I only thought of it some later day
Aruran(-deisu) was sitting in his study and deeply focused on a sketch he was drawing. Every line and color were agonized over before adding them to the painting, everything had to match the image branded into his mind.
It has been three days since the incident in the hospital and Aruran has barely slept or eaten or even taken a break.
Every second was used to make sure the image in his brain was captured before it fades, even though something inside him tells him that he will remember it until the moment he dies...
Watching from the door was a woman with white hair, some black and red strands still present, and a regal face. The woman was obviously aged, about as old as Aruran, but she still retained a strong will of her youth and her back was as straight as a steel rod. Her face was lined with lines of a long life, more signs of stress than of joy, the woman was obviously of stoic nature and prone to glare - most often at ridiculous spouses and wild children - as she does right now at Arurans back.
Someone who doesn't know her would have been scared off by the dark glare and worried for the old man, but those that knew her could clearly see the worried look in her eyes and the desperate grip her hands shook with.
'What happened in the hospital?' Yukoku Enma asks herself worriedly. Slowly she steps closer trying to get a glance at what her husband was so obsessed with, and that he kept from her the last days.
Tired from days without real rest and sustenance, Aruran did not notice her approach. Not that he would have hidden it now - for he was done.
Enma glances over his tired shoulders as he sags back in relief, flinching back as she fears he noticed her, but his eyes are closed. For a moment her gaze stays on his dark eyebags that give him a sickly pallor, so unlike his usual youthful energy, but soon the curiosity wins out.
She looks at the picture and flinches back, for a moment hurt beyond belief and dark jealousy thrums through her veins, only to instantly disappear.
Aruran would never cheat on Enma.
Of course! Him cheating was impossible! Everything was fine.
With new confidence she once more looked at the picture.
Enmas breath stocked. The painting was so vivid as if it was made not by hand but grabbed from reality and laid onto this piece of paper.
It depicted a tall woman of otherworldly beauty.
Long pink hair reaching down her back, crowned by a dark tiara and protected by a misty veil. Her right arm and leg were clad in black stocking, the long leg revealed by a slit in the black dress that covered her luscious body. The dresses material strained against her opulent bust and she wore a black gauntlet on her left forearm. On her shoulders rested a ragged cloak accented with bony spikes, not unlike teeth. On her neckline a sparkling red jewel, the color of fresh blood, rested.
She wore no makeup, her skin impossibly perfect, her lips luscious and pink, her teint was pale, but not in a sickly way- she was filled with energy and youth.
And then Enma met the lady's eyes...
Red, like blood and the gem on her neck. Pink, like her lips and hair. Like a fusion of a red ruby and a pink diamond, endless hues- impossible and captivating and deep enough to lose your soul. These were not the eyes of a mortal.
Enma had never seen such such grace, such elegance, such charm. No living being was or will ever be as lovely - (as far as Enma believed/knew) this woman was a goddess.
The eyes held Enma captivated, impossible to break the gaze and look over the rest of the painting. She wouldn't have moved of her own volition, but her stance was too unstable, after all she only intended for a small glance over her husbands shoulder, but gravity demands its due.
As she stumbles back the spell is broken and she shakes her head to clear her thoughts.
"Something else isn't it?" asks the familiar deep voice of her husband. She turns her head and meets the tired understanding eyes of Aruran.
"Who- WHAT! Is tha- she? Her?" She struggles to find the right words and gesticulates lamely into the air. She waits for an answer.
Aruran is silent for a long time, gathering his thoughts and Enma wants to shake him to answer, but she can only guess at the answer so she waits.
Finally Aruran laughs weakly and shrugs his shoulders. "Hah! I have no fucking idea my dear! Haha!" And he smiles widely in her face like the idiot he was.
Enma punches his shoulder ("OW!") and turns back to the painting, or rather the rest of it.
"Is that the hospital?" She can see beds with white sheets and what looks to be a nurse. Finally her eyes land on something rather suspicious and rather obvious and Enma asks herself how the hell she did not notice that earlier.
"Is that... a SCYTHE!?" She exclaims in shock, pointing at it while turning to Aruran. He shrugs again. "Seems so."
Indeed the perceived goddess was handling a massive lethal scythe, the kind not intended for field work...
Another punch ("OW!") and she looks at him with the same no nonsense look that worked for the last fifty years of marriage.
Aruran lifts his hands in defense and quickly tells what he knows.
"Look! I don't know what I saw, only THAT I saw. I was kinda busy trying to keep my wits and not die. Speaking of dying... she's got a scythe... dressed in a black cloak... looks out of this world... you know..." He left it hanging, but his meaning was clear.
Enma crosses her arms beneath her breast and leans back in doubt. "The Grim Reaper. Death." She did not say more, but her face was doing it for her, shouting 'ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND!?'.
"Considering everything I would GREATLY prefer to be wrong, but I can only say it as I see it!" He knew that he almost died back in the hospital, his constant nightmares of cold hands gripping him make sure of that, but this was something else entirely.
A part deep inside him, a distinctly male part, can't help but observe that there are by god worse ways to go.
...
Aruran would never cheat on Enma. Everything was fine.
...
Well not like that. Besides never intending to lay with another woman, no matter his more wild dreams, he had absolutely no desire for this being.
She was beauty beyond compare and every curve of her body should raise his male desires, but something about her completely makes him reject the very notion down to his very soul.
"Besides something tells me that she isn't THE Grim Reaper." He says softly as he reaches for black paint.
Enma looks even more incredulous.
"What!? Like there are more! Or is she some kind of apprentice!? Please! Do you hear how that sounds!? Impossible! A real personification of death? Fine! It's a SHE? Fine! She's hot? FINE!" Aruran flinches back a bit and the last fine sounds a bit more fiery than the others. "-But she's an apprentice? That's where I draw the line!" And she stomps her feet.
Aruran calmly begins drawing on the goddess' forehead, the black startling next to her pale skin. "I understand." He points at the goddess eyes- No, her facial expression.
"But look. How does that look?" Enma sighs deeply and looks closer and spots what he means.
If you look past her ethereal beauty and soul catching eyes, you notice a certain expression.
An expression most have seen sometimes in their life and had on their own face maybe more than once.
'How am I going to explain this to my Boss!?'
Her brows were clearly in a worried frown and her eyes held a confused light, her mouth was slightly open and she bared her teeth in an almost audible 'SHHH-'.
Enma frowns, but has to agree with him. "I guess..."
Aruran sketches a bit more and Enma silently watches, until she recognizes what he was drawing.
She punches his shoulder a third time ("OW! You know my arm is getting numb!") and she stomps out of the study, cursing his stupidity under her breath. Why did she EVER worry about him! The painting and Death's apprentice forgotten.
Aruran stows away the paints and carefully secures the painting, then he stands up and hurries after his dear wife, the geass controlling him broken and he was free to chase after his beloved and grovel at her feet.
The same way he has been doing for almost all his life.
On the goddess' forehead are the beginnings of what seems to be black sunglasses, perched up to scan the situation with clear eyes.
More to follow when I finally get my lazy ass up and down to it
Also: I regret using 'goddess' last chapter as I feel it cheapens my usage here
There it was as an opposite to the 'demon' and a joke, here I mean a being greater than creation
One way to handle 'Stain's or What if Izuku was in Hosu OR "I swear it's not a cult! Just please don't tell my mom about it, okay?"
goddammit me! Just frickin start writing! I'm already three months behind just fucking write the scene!
And why not some more titles while I'm at it:
What happens when you take a joke too far and One short story, too many titles
"WHOO! Go Tenya!" The popular speed hero Ingenium was taking some well deserved rest from his patrol to hunch over his phone and cheer on his little brother in his first sport festival, well, first festival that was aired on various media.
Though one can never know, maybe Mama or Papa Ingenium streamed their sons sports festival in middle and primary school... #proudparents.
Unknown to him, he was actually being watched, by a wandering chiropractic, just fresh in town and already making a name for himself for his unique treatment methods! One look at that hunched over back and the good man felt the burning desire to help the hero out of his misery.
One quick session later and the patient feels no more pain! In his legs that is... and anything beneath the waist... and his back is hurting more than ever... BUT! That is all secondary! The treatment was free after all!
What is more important is that Tenya, said patients little brother, was not a fan of the result of that involuntary treatment.
Tenya decides to go out and buy the best KAREN wig he can find and once he did, he does the only thing he can think of - complain at the management.
Because the doctor was of the wandering kind, he was a bit lacking in personnel. Meaning HE was the management.
Shocked by the younger brothers complains about his treatment, he decides to own up to his perceived mistake and offer the brother a deluxe treatment - free of charge of course! Who says you never get anything for free in these times?
Tenya did not really consent to the sudden treatment and decided to struggle, but that wasn't the first time for the good chiropractor.
Note: Despite my constant urge to call him 'doctor', chiropractors do not have the necessary qualification to earn that title.
Stunned and reeling from the good mans unique treatment methods, the young man soon found himels immobilised on the ground and about to receive his final treat - when the session was rudely interrupted by a shout from behind them.
And finally we reach the start of the ACTUAL scene! And it only took me three months! (Shut up I'm not crying!)
"Stop! You have violated the Law!" A boy with green hair and a green costume, obviously a trainee hero, was pointing a finger while twirling what looked to be a huge stone with eyes on a vine in the other. ("WEEeeEEeeEEeeEEeeEEeeEE...")
Choose an option:
1. Pay fine (100g)
2. Go to jail
3. Negotiate
-4. Resist
"Another pest! Tell my boy, are you another one of these fake heroes!?" The man, revealed to be Stain the 'Hero Killer', infamous vigilante, general mean guy and NOT a chiropractor. Also... that is not a needle used for acupuncture but a blade, easy to get mixed up as they are both stabbing tools, but one is drastically more harmful than the other.
Instead of answering the boy in green swings his 'weapon' and lets it fly towards Stains face, who raises his blade to parry the stone.
*KLANG* "Ngh-!"
Stain stumbles at the unexpected force of the attack, that stone was way heavier than it looks! He looks down at the projectile and is shocked to see it stand up and waddle back to the boy. 'What kind of quirk is this!?'
His eyes narrow as he notices some small blue figures hoisting up that fake wannabe hero and the fake hero that was ignored until now, but that was slumped against the wall, paralysed, and carrying them away from him. He recognizes him now, finally, after an embarrassing long time, lots of people with a quirk like him around really...
The parttime Karen and corpse aspirant Iida Tenya decided that now was the time to speak up. "Midoriya-kun... Don't get involved! This doesn't concern you!" He stammers weakly from the ground, unable to move or do anything, being rather brazen in his uselessness.
Izuku, bless his soul, decided to do the opposite.
"I'm sorry, Iida-kun, but interfering in other people's business is the job of a hero!"
Which once again does not really strike me as herolike... more like nosy, but that could just be me.
A wide mad grin forms on Stains face. "The wisdom of All Might! Truly the greatest Hero of the world! But...You would know that best, wouldn't you!?" His voice lowers and the madness fades from his eyes, only to be replaced by a manic gleam.
"MIDORIYA IZUKU! The rising star of hope and acknowledged by All Might himself as a TRUE HERO!" Spit flies from Stains mouth as he screams the last part in fanatic cheer, but Izuku remains stoic.
"I've been hoping to meet you..." He said, licking his lips- his whole face really. (BAD TOUCH!) "I have to make sure you are worthy of HIS attention!" Stain takes a stance and narrows his eyes in determination.
The tension was rising rapidly as Stain prepared himself to test All Mights protegé, but Izukus next words changed everything.
Izuku was steadying himself and sped up his twirling of the rocky ("WeEeEeEeEe..."), mentally preparing himself for what would be one of his hardest battles yet.
But, the little All Might fan could not help letting out one last comment.
And as fate, or rather me, would have it, Stain picked up on his words.
"'Question not He who is mighty, for he is Just' A-Smash" Izuku mutters and immediately Stains face clears up in wonderment and he automatically answers. "MIGHTUS 12:4." He stops and cocks his head as if seeing Izuku in a whole new light. Then he speaks.
"'In all of heathen and earth only HE shall shine.'" Izuku frowns and Iida has no fucking clue what is going on anymore. "WHAT!? Izu-HM!" With a gesture from Izuku a Blue stops Iida from talking.
"ALLMAN 4:20. Pretty radical, but what did I expect really..." He mutters softly as he stares to the ground, thinking.
Stain starts to smirk, not with bloodlust or madness, but like someone who won a friendly debate between colleagues. Finally Izuku lifts his head again and Stain quirks an eyebrow at the look in his eyes.
"'HAHA! Everyone has the potential to be a hero! It just takes the right spirit and a kind heart! Um- Excuse me, but I really have to go now, my spaghetti are cooking over! KTHXBYE!'" He declares, using his hard earned All Might mimicry for extra flavour.
For a moment Stain is stunned, as is Iida, but then Stain throws his head back and laughs and laughs. Big hearty laughs free of any malice. After a while he stops and wipes away a tear and sheaths his sword, he steps closer and speaks in the most normal tone he has shown all night. Talking like this and wearing a prosthesis for his nose you could easily imagine him hiding between normal folk.
He isn't really so different from other people in the end, it just took the right conversation subject for him to open up. And who doesn't like talking about religion (fanatic cults)?
"Quotes of the Hero 69:69. You are just full of surprises, Midoriya Izuku." He acts as if he wants to extend his hand, but then his gaze falls on the still stunned, no longer by quirk but by incredulity, Iida and it twitches towards his swords. Izuku lifts his hand to stop him and snaps his fingers. The Blues use their leafs to block Iidas sight.
"What the!? Midoriya-kun!? What are you doing!? HMPF!" And because he did not learn his lesson, they gag him again.
Finally unbothered and free of spying eyes the young hero and the bloody Vigilante make first real contact, in a special handshake.
Their left hands intertwine and form a crescent shape, the pointer fingers seperate and the thumbs angled, from the right angle it almost seems like a smiling mouth and a nose. They pull back their right fists and wind back as if to punch.
"A-Smash!"
Their fists meet upside down above the 'smile', now hollow, forming eyes and they extend their pinkies. A look from the side would reveal a likeness to a certain hero, especially with the iconic 'V' bangs.
"You're a bit young aren't you brother?" Acolyte #14 (Stain) asks Acolyte #44 (Izuku) "Did you take over for your parents? Someone of your age should normally be in the 300s." He asks mildly curious and still almost abstractly 'normal'.
Izuku scratches his cheek and looks of to the side in mild embarrassment. "I started rather young, you could say."
Only Susume knows the whole truth of one late night act of rebellion. Izuku used the computer WITHOUT PERMISSION (gasp) to satiate his more primal All Might needs. Only six years old and already a rebel.
Iida, still bleeding on the ground, finally faded into blissful darkness, he was DONE for today. The events of the last minutes have banished all thoughts of revenge from his head.
It was to be a quiet moment, just two believer conversing but it wasn't to last.
"AHA!" At the unexpected shout the two, who had not moved from their handshake, jump apart and take on combat stances. Their battle ready eyes land on a boy with red and white hair, his hand outstretched and pointing at them and a look of VICTORY on his face. "I knew it! There is a cult!" He crows.
"It's not a cult!" Denies Izuku.
"It's the holy church of All Might!" Clarifies Stain at the same time in a reproachful tone. To call this holy calling a cult! The blasphemy!
Izuku groans and throws Stain a dark look.
"It's a cult!" Whisper Speaks Todoroki with an excited mad gleam in his eyes.
"It's-" Starts Izuku, but Stain interrupts in a prideful tone. "It's a way of life!"
"Would you stop!?" Izuku demands before turning back to Todoroki. "It's not- IT'S NOT A CULT! YOU HEAR!" Shouto just slowly shakes his head side to side before leaning forward and tipping at his ears and eyes.
"I saw the secret cult sign. I heard the 'quotes'. It's a cult and I KNEW IT!" And he does a little jig of happiness, Izuku has never seen the stoic boy so animated and happy. Out of the corner he can see Stain slowly drawing his sword.
"Would you cut it out!?" He slaps Stains arm before groaning in defeat.
"Just... please don't tell my mom, okay?"
Of cute dolls, tears and other MANLY things
I originally planned to insert it somewhere in the 'real' story, but I can't really find a place. The earliest would be after sports festival and that is too late, so I added it here
Somewhere in the timeless void, where plot is (mostly) ignored, but school still exists to torment students and teachers alike.
Thoughts go out to the unfortunate victims of a questionable education system, one without mandatory first aid lessons, morals and laws studies or psychology class? Not to speak of the very important theater lessons.
Now you may disagree, if you're wrong!, but look me in the eye and tell me those aren't very important lessons for heroes in this day and age and are strangely absent from view!
That's right you can't! Because I am only a voice in your head you are imagining as you read this. Which automatically means I'm right! All hail your own brain.
Where was I? ... Right school, story and what not. Have to get this done to write the two chapters I've been promising for HALF A YEAR NOW! But enough of my failures as a human being and author, let's talk about more nice things - like Rocky!
The little abomination of a lifeform was having the time of his pseudo-life.
Day after day he can play with his parent and his new friends and when school is over they drive with the nice uncle (grandpa) home and Momma Inko (grandma) cooes over him and plays with him after dinner. And if he was a nice boy, which he ALWAYS is, she will sing him a lullaby!
Life is bliss!
But on this fine day in the timeless void the little tyke was looking a bit down, huddling close to his creators leg and alternately looking at his bag (lovingly accented with hearts and familiar smiles by Inko), Kirishima and Kaminari. What did the human battery do this time!?
...
Don't judge me, you know it could only be him.
And as proof let's rewind a bit.
Rocky was being a good little boy and was playing with Rock Might (tm) a little off to the side and minding his own business. Momo and Jiro were watching him, alternating between cooing and talking. Everything fine so far - enter Kaminari.
"Hard to believe the little guy packs such a punch, isn't it?" He asks the girls as he steps closer. The girls hum in agreement, but are rather hesitant to engage more, having been forewarned by Mina about his wandering eyes and 'bet'.
Momo deciding to give him a chance answered him. "He is certainly a credit and boon to Midoriya-kuns team. His fame was certainly not a fluke at least." The other two nod. Midoriya already had a solid fanbase and was regularly covered in news and other media, but at least he had the skills and heart to back it up.
"Rocky has a very calm temper and is certainly less prone to mischief than Midoriya's other progeny." Kaminari turns to Jiro and mouths 'progeny', she mouths back 'kids' and he nods in comprehension.
The sheltered princess puts a finger to her mouth and tilts her head. "I read about a description once, trying to learn some more plebeian dialect." She did not notice the others reaction and exchanged glances and continues. "I believe it's called a 'good boi'." She turns questioning to the common folk to know if she remembered correctly and at their nods she bubbles in joy.
(can I use 'bubbles'? It's Momo so it should be clear...)
"Yes..." Jiro was a bit culture shocked, but Kaminari had enough resistance to his thick skull to ignore it and continue the conversation.
"Quite right Momo!" She blinks in shock at the casual use of her name, but is too shy to protest. "But I would go more with 'baby', what with him always clinging to his dolls." Kaminari lifts his arms in a 'what can you do?' and shakes his head. "I really don't know what Kiri keeps spouting about with his manliness- GAH!"
That was the point where Jiro had enough of his rude manners and him belittling Rocky and used her picks to give him a piece of her mind, or rather heartbeat.
None of them notice Rocky turning around and watching them with tearing eyes. "Wee?"
Back to present times.
The class was finally over and Izuku scooted back to stand up and gets held up by Rocky's grip. With said rocks ability it was important to always get his attention lest something gets destroyed when he unwittingly uses it. (Many a pant leg have fallen in the line of duty).
"Hey Rocky." Izuku softly nudges Rocky. "Didn't you want to Kirishima your newest Hero?" He mentions with his eyes to Rockys bag.
Ever since the first hero studies class Rocky has been Kirishima first and biggest fan.
Unexpectedly the little one only shakes his head/body and clings closer to Izukus leg. Seems like lunch will fall flat at this rate.
Help arrives thankfully in the form of the 'hero'.
"Yo, Midoriya! Wanna grab a bite?" Kirishima steps closer with a smile and points over his shoulder at Mina, Jiro and others waiting on them.
Izuku smiles wobbly and helplessly gestures to his leg. "I would love to, but I'm kinda stuck at the moment." Kirishima crouches down ad smiles widely at the little one. "Hey Rocky! Wanna come with us? It would be more fun with you, so how about it?" He asks cheerfully.
Rocky looks strongly interested, but then he notices that he is still holding his Rock Might (tm) doll and he rushes to hide it behind him. Or tries at least, because his arms are way to short for such an action. He is physically unable to blush, but his very soul screams out mortification and everyone watching feels bad for him.
Rocky contemplates letting go of Rock Might (tm), but he could never do that to either Rock or something Momma made for him. Left with no options he helplessly clutches Rock Might (tm) closer and starts tearing up.
A high pitched noise behind him alerts Kirishima to a squealing attack from his female friends, he sweatdropped, not that he can't understand them, and concentrates on Rockys problem.
Seeing as the little one can't talk understandably (RIGHT KODA!?) Kirishima was left guessing. thankfully he had a good idea at the problem.
"Did someone say something about your dolls?" He asks softly, earning himself a low 'weeee...'.
Jiro also picks up on the question and is quick to throw the blame where it belongs. "AH! He must have heard Kaminaris dumb comment earlier!" At Kirishima's questioning eyes she elaborated. "We were talking about his performance in heroics and Kami was mocking you calling him 'manly' because he always plays with his dolls and cries."
Kirishima frowns "That's unmanly dude." He looks down at Rocky and thinks for a moment before he smiles again and walks over to his own school bag, he rummages for a moment and comes back holding something small behind his back and a sharpie. He kneels down to Rocky and speaks softly to him. "Don't listen to him little dude. It doesn't matter if you have dolls or cry or whatever else others think make you unmanly." He pats the rocks head and brings about his other hand to show what he holds.
It was a little 'cutesy' Crimson Riot doll, a nendoroid to be exact. The cute factor is heavily debatable considering the subject, but you can see that the artist gave it his best shot. Should he still create fan gear today he was most likely picked up by Endeavours marketing team- for all that it helped the sale numbers.
But this isn't about the second rank heroes merchandise problem, but about Kirishima's pep talk. So let's do as everyone else and ignore that and return to program.
The doll was obviously old and well loved, restored numerous times and the old hero 'cutely' glares down anyone meeting his gaze, his back strong and straight, a pillar for society- all 15 cm of it. (better check... WOOH! Almost spot on!)
Rocky cannot believe his eyes, his hero, the manliest of them all, was holding a cutesy little figure. He looks up with confused yet hopeful eyes, that meet Kirishima's wide smile.
"This. Is Crimson Riot. He is an older hero and no longer active, but he has been my personal idol and favorite hero since I first laid eyes on him. He wasn't the most popular of heroes because his fights tended to be rather bloody and gritty, on his part, but he was one of the great ones nonetheless and many heroes that ranked higher than him listened to his leadership and advice." Kirishima turns the doll around so it glares at him and continues in a soft voice.
"He was often talking about manliness and that he felt that he could- as a man, I believed- not stand aside when others got hurt and he could do something about it. I respected that and when I was younger I tried to emulate that- to be MANly!
I would scoff at girly things and even female heroes, because that wasn't 'manly'." He gives a shaky smile and shakes his head, Rocky (and everyone else, even Aizawa trying to sleep behind the podest) listening to his story. "Which was not my brightest moment considering I have three older sisters and two moms, let me tell you!" He laughs with sweat dripping down his brow. "Thankfully they thought it was funny at the time and my parents knew where I got that idea, so they weren't too worried." Muffled laughter in the background and Izuku who felt distinctly uncomfortable to be a hanger on in this 'private' conversation.
"They took me to a 'Meet-your-Hero!' with Crimson Riot. As you can guess I was over the moon! I was shaking with excitement the whole time and my eyes never left the hero. And that's when I saw something I thought strange.
His fanbase was predominantly guys- biker, yankees and the like, but the rest of them was astonishingly varied. Old people, business men, little girls, fishermen, schoolgirls and many more.
As they showed their appreciation and made some requests I saw him share a smoke with some guys, pose for photos, sign a bike, one guy he punched out and he was crying tears of joy after he was conscious again! But he would also take cutesy pictures with the girls, accept hugs and hand knitted sweaters, a fish! and he would sit down to drink some tea with a little girl.
As you can guess I was completely shocked and confused! What about tea parties was manly!? And then it was my time to meet him.
At that point I was too confused to be nervous didn't react when he kneeled down and saw that I was obviously troubled. He laid a hand on my shoulder and asked me 'What is it that troubles you so, young boy?' And I looked up to him and I asked him 'What makes you manly?'" By this point others came back to look where Kirishima and the girls are and the crowd listens closely to the story.
"He looked surprised for a moment, but then he threw his head back and laughed loudly. I was so shocked I could only stare. He looks down at me again and I see him smile gently through his mask, it seems I was not the first young boy to be confused and he always found it funny.
He told me that 'manliness' has nothing to do with being a man. A leather clad burly man sitting in a cafe smoking a heavy cigar and bothering the other costumers is not manly.
A grandma knitting some gloves for her son is manly.
Him not wearing them because of embarrassment is not.
A boy giving it his all in ballet is manly.
A boy mocking him is not.
Being 'manly' is about being true to yourself and doing your best!" Kirishima was grinning wide now and was just bursting with energy. "So play with dolls if you want to!"
He grabs the sharpie and starts drawing on Rocky's face- in red-, he adds some eyebrows that are high and angled as if Rocky was crying. "And cry if you feel like it! I know your Daddy cries rather often (Izuku blushes and the others laugh good naturedly) and his Mom does too." Kirishima turns to Izuku and whispers. ("My Moms are fans of her cooking show, as are my sisters! Could you get me an autograph?") before he turns back to Rocky and finishes drawing a fierce snarling maw of a dragon. "Looking good dude!" He finishes and the whole class cheers wildly, making him jump in fright. "Guys what are you doing here? I thought we were going to lunch?" he asks numbly.
The class laughs and Aizawa grumbles a smile into his scarf about troublesome kids, so he doesn't see Rocky waddling to his bag and lifting something out of it until the living rock stands before him again.
Kirishima looks down and immediately tears up. Held in Rockys arms was the likeness of Rocky's first personal hero, a little rock doll with bright red hair and a wide sharp grin - Rockishima! (trademark pending)
Jiro steps closer to the crying Kirishima and slaps his shoulder. "Now that's manly!"
...too much?
Hooking up with Hunks
I've been searching for hot date outfits ((it's research I swear!), but I'm either not using the right keywords or I think Mitsuki is a slut. Which sounds kinda harsh, but she seems like she would flaunt it, you know?
Aaand I'm once again stuck on something insignificant. FUCK IT WE ARE GOING DRESSES!
-15 years before, in front of the 'a'PEX PREDATOR, the hottest club this side of the ocean and home of the best shrimp cocktail in the world-
It was a wonderful summer evening and the rays of the slowly setting sun beautifully reflected off the oceans surface. The hottest club in town, the 'a'pex predator, was once again beset by a mass of hopeful individuals that planned to spend their money inside its halls. As usual the line was reaching around the corner of the building and even further down the road.
Will they ever learn to make a reservation? Most likely not as they don't know about the option.
More luck for the people who ARE aware! Like the stars of this chapter for instance.
First we have the sexy, sensual and stylish 'red queen of the night'! - (going to be Bakugo) MITSUKI, in a daring red dress that teases the top of her knees, with a shockingly high slit on the side (Is she not wearing !? Who knows!) topped off by a fascinating diamond shaped window revealing the edges of her bust. Surprisingly her back is completely covered, but the dress still hugs her womanly figure in all the right places.
Absolutely captivated by this vision is her date for the evening! Her boyfriend Bakugo Masaru! And let's be real folks, no one cares how he looks am I right? So let's continue.
Next we have the beautiful, benevolent, beloved, brilliant, breathtaking Midoriya Inko! Wearing a stylishly simple black dress that reaches down to her knees together with a rather generous neckline, that hints at the wonders to find. And a surprisingly bold lack of cloth on the back part, revealing the art that is the female body. (Baby got back! And I mean BACK, but her butt is certainly not to be ignored)
One wonders why they are not inside yet, but one look at their expressions tells it all. Masaru looks slightly embarrassed and sad, worridley glancing at his girlfriend every few seconds.
Mitsuki looks pissed and empathic in rapidly switching bursts.
And Inko looks apologetic at Mitsuki, resigned at the ground and as if she would start crying any second. Her phone is pressed against her ear and she is desperately trying to get a connection.
*tuuuut tuuuut*
No such luck.
"ENOUGH!" Mitsuki roars. "Honey/Mitt-chan!" The other two exclaim in shock, quickly trying to block the sight of the enraged Mitsuki from the crowd in line. Who are stretching their necks and trying to get hold of the gossip like the nosy shits they are.
"GET A LIFE LOSERS!" Mitsuki roars at them as she grabs Inko underneath her arm and struts into the club, all while flipping off the outraged crowd. One would expect the bounce to be pissed off as his job just got harder, but he just smiles wide. The crowd sees his bloodthirsty smile and gets very quiet.
Mitsuki leads them to their table and sits down Inko before taking place next to her, Masaru also finds a place I'm sure, this isn't really about him.
"Sorry Mitt-chan! I wanted us all to have a nice evening -" Inko tries to apologize for something she has no power over, or maybe her bad taste in men, but Mitsuki was not about to let her do that. "Don't be ridiculous Sweety! First off, it isn't your fault that HE is an asshole! And second, I only need YOU, to have a good time!." Mitsuki winks at Inko.
Some men would get jealous here, but Masaru knows his place in Mitsukis heart and would rather not risk it.
Mitsuki lifts an arm to call for drinks and points towards the stage where a tall beautiful woman with pink hair was singing wondrously. "So FUCK HIM I say and have a nice evening, drink a bit and-" she trails off smirking lewdly "- find some company for the night."
A tall muscular man at a table in the back sneezes, another muscular man with red hair glares at his bad manners and another giant figure, whose features can't be made out in the shadows, gives him a handkerchief ("Thanks Or- Kugo.").
Mitsukis smile drops and she looks unsure of herself. "I mean, if you want to that is... You said it was his last chance, but-" she shrugs awkwardly "It's your decision, Inko." She finishes lamely.
For a moment Inko stares at the table, trying to come to a decision, but finally she lifts her head with a fierce light in her eyes that makes Mitsuki smile in relief and adoration, before she hammers her hand down 'Ow.' , after shaking her hand she nods and says "You're right! F-frick him and his excuses and his hard work and his nice gifts and his tall, muscular body..." she trails off- Houston we're losing her!
Their waiter thankfully finally reaches them and Mitsuki wastes no time for the usual back and for. "I need your best drink to lower inhibitions, forget about that ASSHOLE and make her want to pound someone through the mattress! And quick!" She demands, all but shaking him.
The waiter has either heard something like this before or he is excellently trained, no matter the cause he only nods and turns around. "'Pound' huh? Understood! One Smol Ame coming up! Please decide on your own drinks while I get it." And off he goes to the bar.
Mitsuki blinks once, but turns back to a again morose Inko and is trying to think of what to say, when the waiter is already back! Boy be zooming!
"Your drink madam. Smol Ame (insert description of a nice drink here), please enjoy." Presented like this Inko had no choice but to drink a bit.
The moment she tastes it her eyes widen in awe. "This is amazing! It doesn't taste like alcohol at all!" The good music, the tasty drink and the wonderful atmosphere, (maybe helped along by a quirk) made her forget all about her now EX-lover, and instead enjoy the evening.
Satisfied that his recommendation was successful the waiter turns to Mitsuki and Masaru. "The others?"
After a short study of the card they decide. Mitsuki took the Idol Warrior, a red cocktail that is set ablaze and served with some barbeque sauce for some reason.
Masaru meanwhile took Y's Dream, a weak cocktail that looks like tears gathered in a glass with salt on the rim together with a slice of peach. But enough about beverages with questionable origin!
The evening proceeds pleasantly, and as Inko chugs away one Smol after the other she gets giddier and giddier, until finally she seems ready for Mitsukis Masterplan!
"Excuse me for a second, I'll go to the toilet." comes the weak excuse from Mitsuki. Inko stands up to "come with you", as is the way of the women, but Mitsuki just waves her down. Which would have raised immediate red flags in Inkos head, if she wasn't halfway to wasted that is.
Masaru knows his place and watches as she talks to a petite woman with white hair and blue streaks, well aware, but powerless to stop his girlfriends latest hijinks. He cannot say that he looks forward to it, as it is often as humiliating as it is exhilarating, but at least he knows he will get laid tonight, 'And really' he thinks while looking at his girlfriends curves in that dress 'It's all worth it in the end!' And he slams back another shot.
Shortly after Mitsuki is back and once again Inko is to inhibited to see the trouble in her smile. 'This will be AWESOME!' she gushes to herself, she holds back a mad giggle and studies Inkos face, can't have her 'partner' be unable to perform after all. Seeing the sloshed expression that builds on her face, she takes away Inkos latest drink and gives her a glass of water with mint instead. "Mitt-chaan~ my driink~" Inko drawls.
'Fuck!' Mitsuki thinks 'she's too far gone! Thank god they have the best service here.' And she waves over the waiter, who comes over and leans in so she can speak in his ear. "Can you get her down a bit? Not much just to take off the edge." She explains while pointing at her hammered best friend.
The waiter nods, lays his hand on Inkos back and seconds later she is back to comfortably buzzed instead of one drink from passing out. Mitsuki thanks the waiter and presses some money in his hand "Thanks, also" she nods to the stage "we're ready!" The waiter nods and leaves.
"Ugh my head, did something happen just now." The technically illegal and involuntary use of a quirk was not without some after effects, leaving Inko a bit disoriented and perfect prey for Mitsuki.
"Get up princess! It's time for our show!" Mitsuki maneuvers Inko towards the stage, Inko too confused to resist. "What show? Mitsuki!?" The light dimmed and the two women were alone on stage. Inko was trying to get answers from her friend but the sudden spotlight on them stopped her. "Mitsuki!?" A high pitched panicked question. A playful wink was her only answer. "It's showtime!" Mitsuki sasses. 'Fucking BITCH!' was the silent answer.
Everything was silent as Mitsuki strutted to the microphone like the queen she was. She grabs it and "HEY BOY!" the music starts, the crowd is in for a show!
She grabs one of the two mics and makes her way off the stage, a spotlight following her, her steps are sure and her hips swing to the beat. There was something hungry in her gaze, a beast out to hunt, her voice was strong and clear, a declaration for all to hear. Mess with me and you'll get burned!
She made her way back to Masaru, who looked like he would like to sink into the ground (I don't know this woman!), all the while singing.
"Whatcha got for me, whatcha got in store?"
She sits down on his lap
"Hey boy!" she plays with his hair
"Damn you're so sexy, got me wanting more (yeah)" (Masaru decided to change his attitude. BACK OFF SHE IS MINE!)
The music goes in a short loop and Mitsuki turns on Masarus lap, drawing a groan from him, and she meets Inkos eyes on stage. On her cue the music goes half a tune slower. 'Make them wild!' she mouths to her friend.
Inko would normally never do something like this, not the singing which she loves, but the crowd and the spotlight and everything else. But everything, from her Ex, to the alcohol, to the quirk that was used on her and also simply the sudden urge to LET IT OUT!
She stepped up to the mic and sang, not like a declaration as her friend did, but as much softer and passive, but no less compelling.
-A bit earlier at another table-
"Don't be such a sourpuss Enji! This little get together is for you after all, heaven knows you'd never accept a real party, so cheer up Mr. TEN- or would you prefer ENDEAVOUR?"
"I'd rather be home with my lovely wife and kids than be here with you!" Is NOT what his answer, because he has problems expressing himself. Instead Todoroki Enji just grumbles into his beer. Hakamada Tsunagu, or Top 45 Hero Best Jeanist as he is more commonly known, just shakes his head at his grumpy friend(?)/ colleague.
"Don't mind him, Tsunagu, it's already enough that he agreed to come with us. Ain't that right Toshi?" The imposing figure of Gang Orca, freshly named number two most villain like hero, was chuckling to himself and turning to the last of the group.
"Y-Yeah! And thank you very much for inviting me too!" The rather nervous looking buff blond was none other than Yagi Toshinori, NUMBER ONE HERO ALL MIGHT!, and he was (once again) bowing in gratitude to the bigger man.
'Sheesh, I didn't realize he was that shut off from us!' Sakamata Kugo shook his head (once again) good naturedly at the bow and patted the other man on the back. He promised himself right then to invite the other out more often as he was obviously unwittingly ostracized by his own fame from his fellow heroes. (That sentence... should be right... maybe)
Seeing the object of his ambitions brought low like that left a strange feeling in Enjis guts. What does that mean that the number one hero was even worse with get togethers than him? Before he can analyze this feeling and better himself, Toshinori notices his attention on him and gives him a shaky but friendly smile. Enji grumbles into his beer some more, no his ears aren't red shut up!
Trying to make some small talk, Toshinori thinks off something to say. "This is a nice club, Tsunagu, do you come here often?" He turns to the long necked man to his left.
The blonde nods softly and points to a petite woman that is talking to some blonde in a red dress. "The owner knew me from when I was little and insists on me checking up with her. I come at least once a month, or she goes out and catches me." The rest of the men at the table are left reeling as they get one shock after another.
The petite YOUNG looking woman was the owner(!), was older than their friend(!) and was also stronger than their friend if his serious expression at the catching comment was to believed!
"I-I see." Toshinori answered and took a long sip from his drink.
Thankfully he was saved from an awkward silence by the lights going out, the heroes momentarily braced themselves, but as no-one was screaming and the stage was still lit, this was planned and no villain attack and they relaxed. Their eyes, and everyone else went to the stage.
It was the blonde woman in the red dress from before! And seems she 'convinced' her friend to join her in whatever she has planned. Her friend looked a bit uncomfortable, but not enough for one of the gentleman to put a stop to it.
The blonde sahayed up to the mic, grabbed it and "HEY BOY!"
The power of her voice made them jump in their seats and Orca threw his head back and laughed. "Now that's a firecracker! HAHA! How about it Tsunagu? Feeling lucky?" He asks as he was maltreating his back with slaps of his giant hand on his friends slight body, but the smaller hero kept his composure and only shook his head. "I'd rather not. and seems like she is taken already." He points to the sexy blonde as she takes place on the lap of some plain guy with glasses and brown hair and cooed at him as she was singing.
"...so sexy, got me wanting more (yeah)" Orca shrugs and shakes his head. "Shame." The blonde turns to the stage and her friend and the music goes a bit slower. She steps up to the mic and she noticeably pulls herself together. For a moment Kugo expects the same power her friend showed, but it was much softer and more beguiling.
The blonde was on the hunt, the petite greenette was enticing. Like a beautiful fragile flower in a clearing, tempting you closer beguiling your senses. "How about her?" He asks his slighter friend, who immediately shakes his head. "Hell no!" At the clear dismissal his eyebrows?- which he doesn't have ...- he turns in confusion to his friend. Tsunagu leans on the table and points with the hand holding his drink.
"She's certainly a looker, but she got 'MARRIED WITH KIDS' in big bold letters all over her. She'll be sweet and loving and everything you ever wanted and suddenly you sit in a house with a white fence and five children and more on the way, Sickenly sweetly happy. Ech!" Tsunagu shakes the thought of as if it was dirty.
"Who hurt you?" Kugo asks, but gets no answer. He decides to ignore the rather worrying answer from his friend and observe the other twos reaction.
Enji was looking up from his beer, and from his phone where he was chatting with his wife, and gave her a once over. He lifts an eyebrow, clearly seeing something, but returns to his beer, or rather his phone and wife. 'Rei is way more beautiful!' Now if he would just go and TELL HER such things.
Gang Orca himself, btw, doesn't think of engaging her, because he believes his appearance would scare her off. Bad for him, because Inko wouldn't care ( would rather enjoy his massive height) and good for someone else.
That makes one taken, one turned off by relationships and one too scared of rejection. How about number four?
"Not gonna be single, not tonight" Inko was singing softly into the mic, her voice a spell that bound the audience. Especially one blond man who has never seen a more lovelier sight than this.
Encouraged by the reaction Inko loses herself in the song.
"Am I gonna be single all my life?" Her eyes which were closed until now open and meet mesmerized blue ones.
"I want you to stop and come on by" she lifts her arm and shakes her hip to the side, showing off her sensual curves. Her eyes skim over Toshinoris well built body dressed in a well fitting suit and a certain heat enters her eyes.
"'Cause you know what us single women like" Toshinori was spellbound, wanting to spring up and race to the stage and at the same time sit here forever and listen to the siren song. As it was the small uptake of music and the audience and the blonde going again was a bit startling.
"Woah~
Hey boy, won't ya come, come around town?
Hey, hey boy
Hey boy, better run, better run now
I say hey boy
When you pull up, pull up, pull up
In your hoopty ride boy, okay, boy
Hey boy, better run, better run now
I say hey boy (hey boy)"
Mitsuki may be busy seducing Masaru, but didn't take a lot of effort, as such she was completely aware of the heat building between Inko and the buff blonde in the back. Deciding that her friend needed a push she had a silent conversation with the Dj and the blondes friend over his head. Easy as he could not take his eyes off Inko.
Time to do some work!
She lifts the mic and powers on.
"HEY BOY!" She grabs Masarus tie
"When I get with you" she pulls him closer.
"My heart is satisfied, yeah" Over an entranced Masarus head she winks at Inko and nods her head in the direction of the buff blonde.
Spurned on by her friend, Inko can only pull even.
"Oh yeah, boy" Faster, more powerful, but still completely different from Mitsuki, Inko turns up the heat between them.
"When I get with you all I need is one night (yeah)" the look she sends leaves no questions as to her meaning and Toshinori audibly gulps.
"Not gonna be single, not tonight
Am I gonna be single all my life?
I want you to stop and come on by
'Cause you know what us single women like" She tried to make it clearer, but the stranger would do nothing but stare at her mesmerized. Which is pretty charming, but COME ON MAN!
Softly shaking her head Mitsuki meets Kugos eyes-
on that note : Huh, a long necked blonde in denim, a buff redhead, a buff blonde and GANG ORCA all on one table! Must be an coincidance surely! anyway-
and commands him to get his friend moving. Shocked at the audacity and also very amused Orca slaps the number one hero MIGHTily on the back and forces him to take two steps closer to the object of his obsession.
Mitsuki takes her cue and points at the owner who activates a third spotlight on the shocked, and now trapped, blonde and animates him as she takes the crowd into the chorus.
"Hey boy, won't ya come, come around town?
Hey, hey boy
Hey boy, better run, better run now
I say hey boy
When you pull up, pull up, pull up
In your hoopty ride boy, okay, boy
Hey boy, better run, better run now
I say hey boy
Toshinori steps closer and grabs Inkos hand, pulling her close to his body, easily dwarfing her and unknowingly doing everything right to get her motor running. His giant hands dwarf hers as he searches her eyes for confirmation, and goosebumps travel over his back as she bites her lip.
The rest of the crowd disappear for the two as they lose themselves in their eyes. Finally Inko opens her mouth and asks softly with a teasing touch to her smile. "Hey boy, What you got for me? What you got in store?"
Toshinori chuckles deeply, making her shiver and hoists her on his hips as he takes her out of the club and somewhere more private. Thankfully Inko owns an apartment right around the corner.
As the crowd whoops and Mitsuki enjoys the bittersweet victory of getting Inko laid she settles back into Masarus lap and finishes the song.
"Hey boy
What you got for me?
What you got in store?
Hey boy"
Inko can't say she wouldn't do anything for her!
Which she says into her face two days later and Inko answers the door like she came frsh from bed and THOROUGHLY satisfied.
Short extra:
"And that is why that song is my favorite sweety." Inko finishes completely disregarding Izukus HORRIFIED face.
Herotalk with Takanashi Kiara! Special guests: All Might and "Mama" Inko! (Possible revelation #1)
please turn out short, I want to post!
Note: Somewhen during the last 200 years, standard television has given up its futile struggle and streams have become part of the program
Izuku, Shouto, Shindoh, Katsuki and others take place on the various furniture in their hangout area, all giddy to watch the latest episode of 'Herotalk with Takanashi Kiara'. Not only was it a special episode as she was normally active in europe and was only in japan because of an exchange program, but also because of todays guests!
"Dude! 'Mama' Inko and All Might on Herotalk! Can it get anymore manly!?" gushes Kirishima. Various voices answer in confirmation, but Izuku frowns and points out that. "You see them all the time, dude! We had dinner together yesterday!" But Kirishima only waved him off.
"This is different! They're on TV!" He points out, expecting him to understand.
"They're always on TV?" Izuku again points out, only to hear "IT'S DIFFERENT!"
"I bet he is a huge Kiara fan." Comes Shotos monotone voice from the side, but before anything more can be discussed. "IT'S STARTING!"
*TV-view*
A beautiful woman with orange and teal, feathery hair, wearing white stockings an orange mini-mini-miniskirt, an orange top I don't know how to describe, and two hats, one a barret and one a chefs hat, was sitting behind a huge desk and smiling in the camera.
"KIKERIKI! Hello everyone! Konbanwa! Here is your Takanashi KIARA~! Welcome to our special Japan edition of Herotalk! I know you are already excited, but once you hear of our guests you will be blown away!
First we have none other than the one, the only, Pillar of Peace, Bringer of Hope, undefeated and inimitiable! THE NUMBER ONE HERO AAAALLL MIGHT!"
The audience in the studio and before the Tvs and Pcs was going wild as the hero stepped in front of the camera and gave his best smile (#12 crowd favorite) and let his muscles dance a bit before taking seat on the couch left of the hostess.
"Now let's directly get to the next guest, because the chapter is late as is! The newest star on the vast sky of cooks! Mesmerizing the viewers with her smile, spoiling their tongues and stomachs with her cooking and warming our hearts with her love! The beautiful, lovable, luscious-" ("LUSCIOUS!?" Izuku yelps)"- and angelic Midoriya 'Mama' INKOOOO~!"
As the red faced petite form of Izukus mother stepped in front of the camera there was much whistling and cheering. Inko holds up a hand to hide her face and embarrassed smile and takes place next to All Might, who gives her a real and wide smile and she relaxes minutely, nothing of which escapes the audience notice.
Already the chat was going crazy with 'INKOMIGHT!' and 'I SHIP IT!' and 'INKOXMIGHT3'.
Izuku was feeling Shotos stare, but held only up his hand with a raised finger and said "DON'T! Start this again." And Shoto turned back, not pouting, honest.
There is some smalltalk I don't have time for, before Kiara addresses Inko directly.
"Now Inko, you are one of the most desired single woman, your smile fills countless people with joy and your cooking skills have helped countless students and young people- I certainly was listening to your Lasagne recipe! (cue audience laughter/ laugh-track)- but that isn't all is it. You have something special in your life, something that you share with All Might."
In the background a giant monitor shows various clips from Izukus adventures, from the slime villain, to the USJ aftermath to the sports festival and more.
"Your son, Izuku, experienced a meteoritic rise to popularity after he was endorsed by none other than All Might himself. Followed by a honest desire to deserve such praise he trained endlessly and has been a constant presence in the media since his debut into hero school." It is unsaid that he never left the media since All Mights endorsement.
"Now this isn't about him, though I would love to talk some more abut him, but what drives me at the moment is the question about his father!" The audience screams in confirmation and Inko scratches her cheek in mild embarrassment and All Might lays a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Weelll... as you know I'm unmarried, but the truth is I was never married, though I was engaged at one point in time.-" ("What!?" Izuku yelps. The others turn to him. "You didn't know?" Asks Shinso. "I never really cared about my father, but I didn't know she was engaged once - LEAVE IT SHOTO!" Izuku hurries to stop the wheels turning in Todorokis brain.)
"- Yeah about 16 years ago, shortly before this series of villain attacks and catastrophes hit, if you can remember." All Might stares off before laughing softly and nodding. "Oh I remember! Busiest time of my life! At one point I wondered what kind of deity I pissed off! Haha!" He trails off and mutters to himself, unknowing that the mic were still catching it. "Was a shame really, I'd have loved to take some time off about then." And he hums to himself a certain song. (DADDY DO- wrong fic sorry)
Not aware of his muttering Kiara and Inko continue.
"So it was your fiance? Did he break it off once you were pregnant or what exactly happened." Kiara frowns at the notion of fleeing your pregnant fiance.
Inko blushes some more and looks a bit uncomfortable, but realises that it would be better if she explained it properly before rumors started.
"No it wasn't my fiance and it also wasn't a boyfriend, lover would also be inaccurate." The viewers and Kiara frown in confusion and Inkos face is cherry red as she confesses. "It was a one night stand." Mitsuki starts cackling in front of the Tv and reaches for the phone.
The crowd goes wild, whistles whoops and a 'YOU GO GIRRL!'. Inko was surprised how well they took it. Kiara was on the edge of her seat and was leaning in. "Can you tell us more!?" she begs.
Inko was unsure, but after All Might assured her to get her out of there if it became too much, she thanked him and drawing strength from his presence she continued.
"It was a long planned double date with my best friend Mitsuki, her then boyfriend now husband Masaru and me and my fiance. Who at that point already blew off numerous dates and kept working more and more until I hadn't seen him in almost two months. I could understand that things were happening outside of his control, but I also didn't want to have a relationship, nevermind a marriage, like this. I apologized profusely to Mitsuki and she took my arm and took me into the club.-"
"Sorry, but I'm sure everyone wants to know what club." Kiara intervened.
"Huh? Ehm, the 'a'PEX PREDATOR." Kiara's eyes shined with a predatory light. "Oh reaally~?" And she starts waving to someone in the back outside of Inkos view. Meanwhile Inko was continuing her story. Neither noticing the frozen smile on All Mights face and his slowly paling skin, or the sweat starting to build on his forehead, but the viewers did.
genericchatname: YO CHECK OUT ALL MIGHT!
KFPFOREVER: He knows something!
theusualsuspect: didnt he say he wanted to take time off about then?
hotncold: HE WAS THE ONE NIGHT STAND AND THE FATHER
Izukus senses tingle and he looks over to Shouto. "What are you doing?" Shouto hides his phone. "Nothing. Just chatting." Izuku narrows his eyes, but can't prove anything.
"Anyway. Mitsuki kept feeding me drinks-" Kiara interrupts AGAIN
"OH OH! What drinks?" Inko is a bit confused but answers. "Masaru had Y's Dream-" Kiara cackles "- I had Smol Ame's -" Kiara smiles lewdly ("That explains many things!")- and Mitsuki had the Idol Warrior -" Kiara preens "- which came with barbeque sauce for some reason." Kiara stops smiling and glares darkly in the camera, the recipient knows what she did.
"And then stuff happened and I met a nice man and things led to one another and thatwasit." Inko blushes harder and starts muttering like her son before rushing to end her story, not willing to say more.
This was the moment Kiara got a message. "Huh? What? REALLY! DO IT!" She slams on the table making both Inko and All Might jump. "FANTASTIC NEWS EVERYBODY! We have footage of the night it all happened!"
""WHAT!?" came the shriek from Inko and surprisingly a panicked looking All Might. His behaviour was not helping the storm brewing in chat.
Kiara smirks in the camera and explains. "There are three things you have to know. First! The 'a'PEX is famous for his shrimp cocktails and his karaoke. Second! Every 'performance' gets filmed and special ones, like yours Inko, get added to the 'Hall of Fame'. And third! The owner and me are old buddies!" Inko hides her red face and All Might soul leaves his body. "Also Mitsuki called us and said she would happily share the footage."
"That Bitch!" The shocked cursing from Inko makes the crowd wild before she realizes something else. "She had the footage!? She never told me!" Inko was outraged.
"Yeah I'm supposed to tell you 'You never asked, sweety! Love ya!'" While Kiara was giving the message a photo of one of Mistukis modelling gigs was blended in. On the photo she cackles and winks at the camera. Back with the students they all laugh except for a red faced Izuku and a halfheartedly grumbling Katsuki... and a furiously typing Todoroki.
And then, much to Inkos and All Mights horror the video was played.
*Hey boy from Hooking up with hunks*
Ooohs and Ahhs and shrieks and wolf whistles and a pale faced All Might and a mortified inko, who gained even more popularity, and a cackling Kiara and a shell shocked Izuku searching for salvation in form of amnesia and Shouto having the time of his life.
All Might shoots up from the couch grabbing Inko purely by instinct and says. "'Excuse me, but I really have to go now, my spaghetti are cooking over! KTHXBYE!'" And he leaves together with Inko in a rush of wind. He can run but it was already too late.
The buff blonde with the blue eyes that was sitting at the same table as Gang Orca, Best Jeanist and a young Endeavour is reunited with his charming siren.
Needless to say the views shot through the roof and this episode of Herotalk will be talked about for a long time.
AND CUT! good enough
'Quirky Cooking!' With 'Mama' Inko and her wild family
I decided to skip this one
It's a cooking show with Inko and the 'mins - enough said
I like the idea, but not enough to suffer through creating it (not much of a cook)
Katsuki, the pimp or The consequences of humanifying a dragon
on hold for now
Shigaraki's imaginary friend
will be added at the beginning of next chapter