Warning, this chapter involves some darker themes with a villain. While nothing bad actually happens, certain topics are brought up involving SA. If you are uncomfortable with said themes, I'll put a warning in bold and you can skip it.
"Nemuri-sensei, for the love of all that is holy please stop teasing the students and making all of those innuendos before a restraining order is placed on you!" Bly, also known as CC-5052 all but begged the 18+ heroine, whom he was currently skipping after while she sashayed down the hallway.
"Oh, loosen up, Sugar. You of all people should know by now that it's just a persona," She waved him off, earning a groan from him.
"It still doesn't help your public image, nor how the students' parents see you! I'm telling you, one of these days that persona is going to get you in trouble!"
"Awww, is that jealousy I hear~?" She purred and leaned closer to him, nearly pushing him against the wall, before he fired his mist gun at her.
"NO! Bad Nemuri-sensei! BAD!" He reprimanded while the teacher hissed like a cat.
A few seconds of spraying her with water later, he handed her a handkerchief as they continued their way down the hallway and to class 1-A with her pouting at him.
Bly himself however, was having a bit of an internal crisis.
'I could kiss whoever made us this armor…' He thought to himself as he felt his face nearly burning up beneath the helmet due to the close proximity they had been, along with the tone used. He knew this was a perilous job when he took it, but someone had to be the leash around her collar.
'Still…at this rate, she might kill me…'
Oh well, he'd just make it a personal challenge to himself to not react to her antics.
He had heard the rumors that the students and his own brothers were whispering, both those about him being able to resist Midnight's charm and the one about them possibly being in a secret relationship.
Both of them were absolute humbug. First of all, the age gap between them was scandalous, and no hetero nor bi or homosexual person on the planet would be able to resist that woman's charms!
He had lost count on how many times he had to dunk his head into the cold sink by this point just to not spontaneously combust…
But he would die on his hill of professionalism! For she had targeted his pride, and he would not let that stand.
Did that sound bad? He hoped it didn't.
He and his brothers may have been born humble, but they still had their pride, dammit!
Reaching the classroom, he stood at attention next to the desk like all of his brothers serving as supplementary teachers did, and started to call the names of the students.
Scanning each of them as Midnight began the arts class, he waltzed straight up to Mineta's desk and slammed his hand onto it, startling the grape haired boy.
"Pay attention to class and stop staring at Midnight-sensei's bosom and rear end! Mineta!" He yelled at him.
If the desk slam hadn't gotten the attention of everyone present, the shouting and calling out of their fellow classmates certainly did.
A few chuckled as Mineta clutched his chest from the near heart attack Bly had given him before the latter headed back to his spot.
Midnight, although somewhat pleased, was also somewhat irked.
'Really, Bly? Bosom and rear end?'
Oh she would get that boy to break soon enough.
Still though, it wasn't fair of him to just stand around and do nothing.
"Bly! Why don't you grab your own supplies and make something? I'd like to see what you come up with!" She called out to the clone who looked at her confused, before saluting her.
"Oh, and Bly, dearest? Please take that thing on your head off. You really need to get more fresh air," She said, hiding her smug smile. She knew he would blush at something, and by the gods of all religions, she would see it.
Sitting down on a chair with an empty portrait in front of him, the clone placed his helmet on a stool next to him and began to think about what or who he could draw, while looking at the others for inspiration.
Izuku was making some patterns that he assumed were for either armor or because he was creative, Ochako was making the Andromeda Galaxy, Momo made what looked like a classic piece of European art and Bakugou was… drawing a nuclear detonation…
Taking a deep breath, Bly looked around once again, before his eyes fell on the woman he was restraining.
'Welp. Might as well try to make something…' He thought to himself as he put the pencil to the paper.
Forty minutes later, Midnight walked around to inspect the progress of her students, complimenting each of them, besides Bakugou's which she didn't even think to question. She did have to admit that Mineta was a surprisingly good artist though. Now if only he'd used that to draw something else besides what basically amounted to porn…
Noticing Bly, she smirked and decided to sneak up on her companion to see if he was still thinking about what to do or if he had drawn something.
What she saw however, shocked her to the core.
He had, and was still in the middle of drawing a portrait of her in normal teachers clothes, not that it offended her in any way, on the contrary, she began to blush over how good he made her look in those!
The pose, the drawing of her, was sitting cross legged on a chair while reading up from a book and pointing at a blackboard, her glasses sitting perfectly on her nose while the clothes themselves looked somewhat loose as her norm, while still retaining some tightness for comfort.
And she was wearing the softest smile while her eyes shined on the paper.
All in all, it was a domestic scene, not perverted in the slightest but it captured her beauty in every way that mattered.
"No way…Nemuri, are you blushing?" Mic asked from behind her which made her cry out in surprise.
"M-MIC! What are you doing here?" She asked in confusion and slight embarrassment, she idly heard some of the students chuckling.
"Uh, it's time for my class? You've been staring at that picture for like, the last five minutes…back to my question though," Hizashi said with a grin. "Are you blushing?"
"N-NO!"
"YOU ARE!" Hizashi cackled. "You're blushing from Bly's drawing! Of all the things that get you to blush, I never would have expected it to be something as vanilla as a nice drawing of you!"
"Y-you!" She sputtered, unable to reply. For once, the Midnight persona was failing her.
"Yo! Shota! You've gotta see this!" Mic shouted down the hallway, practically alerting the entire row of classes in it, as seen when the 1-B students stuck their heads out of the door, along with some Gen Eds, Support Course and Business Course students stopped up and did the same.
"Hizashi, don't you dare!" She screeched and jumped at her friend, covering his mouth with her hands, all while the students looked at her like they had just seen their mother do something embarrassing.
"SHO! SHO!"
"Stop screaming! The kids are watching!" She begged, with the students starting to get out of their classrooms to see what shenanigans that 1-A had gotten themselves into this time.
"What's the matter with you two, you're disturbing everybody in the hallway," Shota said as he walked over to see the two on top of each other.
"SHO-bleferugh"
"Oh, nothing's wrong, Shota! We're just…dealing with something!" Nemuri said before hissing in surprise.
"OW! You bit me!" Normally she'd like that but now wasn't the time and she was surprised.
"NEMURI'S BLUSHING CAUSE OF A PAINTING!" Mic managed to spit out before he was muffled again.
"SSSHHHHH!"
"What?"
"NOTHING!" Nemuri screamed before trying to throttle Hizashi.
"IT'S SUPER VANILLA TOO, IT'S JUST A DRAWING-HRK, OF HER TEACHING!"
"STOP IT!"
"BLY MADE IT!"
Taking a good look at the female hero and seeing her flustered expression he headed into the classroom much to her protests. Once inside, he saw said drawing, Bly next to it, and began to look between the three multiple times.
He retained the deadpan expression he usually had, before a small smile formed on his lift, followed by a chuckle, and then…
"aaAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Nemuri whined as she hid her face in her hands.
"My reputation is ruined…" She moaned in anguish as Aizawa collapsed and started to roll on the floor, much to the shock of everyone present.
"...Are any of you getting any of this?" Sero asked the class, with a few students holding up their phones and filming the scene.
"Aizawa-sensei is laughing… I can't believe he's laughing…" Denki gasped while Blitz nudged him in the side, since he probably was more than capable of hearing him.
Bly walked over to where Midnight was and felt a bit of pity, he didn't expect for her to react like that to his painting.
Still, he doubted that she wanted people to see her blush.
"You want to use my helmet?"
"Hrrgh…"
Later in the Teacher's Lounge
Nemuri, and she was Nemuri now, it would take a bit for the Midnight persona to come back, still clutching her face so that nobody could see her blush.
It didn't help that every now and then a teacher would walk by and chuckle, only furthering her embarrassment.
Looking up at the clock, he noticed how late it had gotten and how it was about time for her to head home.
"Nemuri-sensei, It's nearly 19:00. It's time to go home," He said, nudging her as she was still moping in embarrassment.
"Come on…I'm sure it won't be that bad."
"Says you…look…" She morosely said as she showed him her phone.
Has Midnight met her Match?
The effects of a simple drawing.
The article continued on, although there were surprisingly little details, except for the words used and the incandescent blush on her face that she'd tried to hide. Fortunately, 1-A had been quick to block off the classroom and hide the drawing.
'Damn gossips.' He thought, before sighing and starting to haul her towards her car so she wouldn't end up sleeping in the teacher's lounge.
As the two drove down the street, Bly thought he noticed something in the darkness and lowered his night vision binoculars on his helmet to look around.
"I've…gotta bad feeling about this…"
"Something wrong, Bly?" Nemuri said, still somewhat morose but at least paying attention.
'Since when could he drive?'
"I'm…not sure…I thought I-" Bly cursed as lights suddenly appeared to the side of the car and slammed into them at an intersection, the former barely able to cover Midnight with his body as the car crumpled with a screech and was flung over down the street.
As the car finally rested, Bly groaned in pain before turning to the side and seeing Nemuri unconscious.
"Midnight? Nemuri?" He said as he lightly shook her only for her to groan in response.
'Damn it, no good.'
"YOU IDIOTS! YOU PROBABLY KILLED HER!"
"Sh-she could still be alive?"
"WITH THAT AMOUNT OF FORCE!? ON THE DRIVER'S SIDE!? SHE HASN'T EVEN COME OUT YET!"
'Ugh…she was targeted…why?'
Still, he had to respond…if Nemuri was in danger.
'Time to be a hero.'
But not alone.
Bly groaned as he reached for his comm.
"Bly to U.A. Midnight and I have been attacked. She's unconscious, multiple hostiles."
#~krr~ Copy that Bly! We're tracking your position and sending reinforcements. Eraserhead and Present Mic will also be alerted!#
"Aye…I'll hold them off."
#...good luck, vod…#
"Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur [today is a good day for someone else to die]," Bly said with a grunt as he released the seat belt and caught himself.
Fortunately, there was a bit of smoke and it was dark, so he could hide his movements as he crawled out of the window and made his way around to the other side of the car.
'Whoever is after her must be too busy arguing with each other,' Bly thought as he heard the incessant screaming of the people who attacked them.
"Come on, Nemuri," Bly grunted as he was able to release her from her seatbelt and drag her out of the car. She groaned in pain, but was fortunately not too hurt, just a bunch of cuts and bruises.
He needed to get her out of there, while they were distracted.
With a heave, he propped her up in a fireman's carry and started to move.
'Good thing I didn't take off my armor, then I'd be worse off,' Bly thought to himself as he began to move her away. Although the armor had absorbed most of the impact, his body was still aching.
"Hold it, clone!"
'Damn it. Looks like it's a fight.'
Bly stopped and slowly turned, in front of him was a group of about twenty guys, quirks unknown and all of them unsavory.
"Well then, it looks like Midnight's got a new pet," The lead villain said as he took a step forward.
"And who the hell are you?" Bly said as he stepped back a bit more.
"I…am Kokuyu."
"Black night?"
"Yes, although perhaps since you're so attached to Nemuri here, you'd recognize the name…Witching Hour."
"Witching Hour…" Bly scoffed, finally recognizing the man. "One of the most infamous hero-turned-villains…and Midnight's old sidekick."
The man scoffed in derision.
"I'd prefer the term partner, although truth be told, I was pretty much just a slave."
(Warning)
"A slave to your groin, everybody knows the story, all the women whose lives you destroyed before Midnight finally put you down," Bly retorted in anger.
"Yes…I barely managed to escape that day thanks to some contacts, and I admit, I've been biding my time mostly, but then I see the news, and I can't help but get angry," Kokuyo said as he stepped into a brighter area.
He wore a black costume, but the details were too fuzzy to make out.
'Witching Hour…the name was just something he came up with to go with Midnight's theme, his quirk, Hypnogas, allowed him to make suggestions and affect their minds once they breathed it in.'
He then committed the worst of crimes with it on the side, and had been caught three years ago when he tried the same on Midnight even though their quirks somehow canceled each other out.
The ensuing fight had been brutal and ugly.
"So…come back for seconds?"
"More like I've come for what I deserve," Kokuyo growled. "All those years by her side, fighting together, only for her to never give me the time of day! And what do I see on the news? Her blushing because of some clone? Something that's not even human?"
Bly growled in disgust at the delusional man's words.
"You're disgusting, nothing more than a simp who couldn't get what he wanted so you hurt others for your own satisfaction," Bly retorted.
"You're one to talk, clone," Kokuyo spat. "Tell me, how is it being Midnight's toy? Does she treat you nicely? Give you your daily walks? Going home for a nice romp?"
"You've got all sorts of problems, don't you?" Bly deadpanned, beginning to feel like he was just watching an entitled brat rather than a villain.
"How? How is it that you of all things manage to have an effect on her and I never could?" Kokuyo asked, ignoring what Bly just said.
"First of all, the name's Bly. Second of all, she's my friend," Bly retorted as he stepped back. With Nemuri on his shoulders, his fighting capability was severely reduced and he refused to put her down for any reason. "And only my friend."
"HA! I thought the same once, you know?" Kokuyo chuckled. "I guess that she's done the same to you then, string you along with her teasing but refuses to actually have anything with you, right?"
'Damn this guy is messed up.'
"Ah…you know what, clone?" Kokuyo asked in amusement. "I'll cut you a deal. You put Midnight down and let me and my boys have some fun with her, and I'll even let you go a round with her. Hell, I'll sweeten the deal and tell her that I used my gas on you, plausible deniability, what do you say?"
Bly felt sick to his stomach, what this bastard had just asked of him was so incomprehensible that he wanted to throw up.
"I say…get bent, SHABUIR!" Bly said as he twisted and opened fire with his service pistol.
The men scattered but a few got hit and impacted the ground harshly with screams of pain.
Quirks were then thrown out as Bly took cover in an alley, it was a dead end with pretty high walls, so hopefully none of them had quirks that would allow them to get behind him.
Setting Midnight down, leaning against the wall, Bly took out his second pistol and opened fire with both, using the thermal vision of his helmet to pick them off.
He managed to hit another three before being forced to take cover behind a dumpster.
"YOU SHOULD HAVE TAKEN THE DEAL, CLONE!" Kokuyo roared from behind the overturned car. "NOW!? NOW I'LL MAKE YOU WATCH BEFORE I KILL YOU!"
"Bly to U.A. Where are those reinforcements!" Bly yelled into his comm as a hole was blown into the dumpster, exposing them.
"RIGHT ABOVE YOU!"
The voice surprisingly was not that of a clone, but rather of Eraserhead.
And he was furious.
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"
The sonic scream threw the men down the street to where Eraserhead was already tying them up with his capture weapon and beating them down followed by clones wearing black armor seemingly coming out of nowhere and putting the villains in chokeholds.
Quirks fired all over the street in intermittent times as Eraser knocked the thugs down, blaster fire also being seen by Bly as reinforcements arrived.
"NO! HAAARGH!" Kokuyo roared as he leaped over the car with a knife and ran straight for the alley, knocking away every clone trying to stop him.
Bly quickly got up and intercepted him with a shoulder tackle, driving the breath out of him, the knife scratching uselessly against the armor on his back, the force that Kokuyo used actually knocking it out of his own hand.
Striking the ground harshly, Kokuyo's gasses were useless against Bly's filtration system and he quickly delivered multiple blows against Kokuyo's face.
Kokuyo finally managed a good blow against Bly's helmet, knocking him to the side and slightly disorienting him but breaking his hand in the process.
"ARGH!"
Bly got up but was kicked in the side, his guns sliding away from him and Kokuyo got on top of him before grabbing his neck.
"Ack!"
"I might not be able to take Nemuri," He snarled, hatred in every word. "But I'll enjoy killing you and telling her it's her fault!"
(Warning End)
"Ar-ha, ka," Bly tried to gasp, grasping against the larger man's wrists, the edges of his vision already going black around the edges.
"I'm going to enjoy taking away what little joy she has left, clo-"
PTEW!
"GYAAAAAAA!" The man let out a howl as he felt an intense pain in his side, and looked down to see a small burn mark, just as he also felt something… strange.
Looking back at his hand, he saw it wasn't attached to his wrist anymore, but lying on the ground as the clone held his arm where a small, vibrating blade was sticking out, before retracting back into the glove.
"Wha…AGH!"
PTEW PTEW
The last thing he saw before going unconscious was Nemuri staring at him with so much hatred he could see her eyes burn as she held the pistol in her hand.
"Don't you ever lay a hand on my Bly again!" She hissed as she limped up to him, constantly pointing the firearm at the villain before confirming that he was unconscious.
Collapsing to her knees as she dropped the gun, Bly coughed as he got up to his elbows before the two hugged each other in relief.
"I'm so glad you're okay…"
"...me…too.."
Later
Bly's vocal chords had taken slight damage due to his neck nearly being crushed like that, meaning he lost the ability to speak until they were healed properly again while Nemuri had suffered a concussion and several cuts and bruises from the crash.
Some rumors had started to spread again throughout the school after the news of the attempt on Midnight's life had come out, more specifically how Bly seemingly had been the one to save her along with Aizawa and Mic.
He acted like nothing was out of the ordinary however, despite the fact that he had to wear a giant collar piece to help his neck heal.
Fox and the UA Guard were currently investigating the group that had assaulted them, while having pulled Slick in too, considering he was a pretty damn good detective all things considered if you could get him to drop his theories for a second.
"Ah, and it seems we have Midnight's pet hero!"
Bly sighed as he heard the grating voice of Monoma.
"Although, hero seems like a far-fetched word with those injuries…rumor has it that you and Midnight have certainly grown closer thanks to your midnight escapades."
Bly internally groaned at the pun but noticed how a lot of students of the supposed 'Midnight fan club.' turned their heads towards them.
"I do wonder how people would react if a teacher was caught having such an affair?"
Bly stiffened in anger and made a swift about-face before looking at each one of them in the eye.
"...I…am Bly of the Vod'e…friend of Midnight…cough…and it is my honor…to be…cough…called such…you…do not have…the right…to say such things…cough cough cough…" He forced out, despite his throat burning at each word.
Some of the students actually stepped back at the declaration, a few did not.
"Hmmmm? What was that? You'll have to speak up, clone. Oh wait! You can't!" He said while laughing like a maniac, before noticing the clone gesturing to him to get closer, with the blonde deciding to humor him.
"Awww, what's the matter? Wittle baby wanna say something?" He mocked.
"Cough… lemme, cough, show you a little trick. Cough cough… first, I fold my, cough, fingers… then, I rear back my arm… and then…" He then thrusted his arm forward, striking Monoma square in the nose and sending him flying a few feet.
"Anyone… else?" He sneered and looked at the other students, raising his bloody hand armor to prove a point.
A few of the students snarled before a voice called out to them all.
"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE!"
"Kan-sensei! This brute attacked me! Again! My poor nose…"
"Uhuh, well you can tell me all about it later, all of you get to class!"
The group scattered and Monoma sulked over to the infirmary.
"Sigh…I don't know what to do with that kid…but I did see and hear what he said."
Bly just shrugged.
"Come on, Bly…let's get you to Midnight."
The duo walked over to the teacher's lounge where Kan loudly kicked the door open and, with a grin, yelled. "NEMURI, YOUR BLY GOT INTO TROUBLE AGAIN!"
"DAMN IT, I TOLD YOU GUYS I SAID MY BOY! DAMN YOU, HIZASHI, YOU JUST HAD TO SAY THAT!" She yelled and wrapped her hands about Mic's neck.
"AHAHA, HELP ME, SHO!"
"No."
Sitting down, Bly just watched the chaos unfold, before getting up again to make some camomile tea for his throat.
Later today he'd go to Recovery Girl to finish his treatment but for now he would just rest.
Yes, he'd probably get into trouble for the confrontation.
But he wouldn't stand for Nemuri's name to be disrespected like that by anybody.
Whether it be a villain or some punk kid, he would stand by his friend.
Just as he knew that she would stand by hers.
Meanwhile, just behind him on Nemuri's desk was a particular drawing, now framed, the sunlight reflecting off the glass.