Hey, guys! A new story featuring OOC Eri x OOC Izuku. And no, there WON'T any of that until Eri reaches the proper age. This is a story about a kid obsessed with her senpai!

It was a beautiful, warm sunny day as Shouta Aizawa was drinking coffee in his office with his surrogate daughter, Eri. The tiny white-haired was humming a joyful yet unknown tune as she was drawing on the floor.

"Careful on not staining your dress, Eri," replied the homeroom teacher of class 1-A as he prepared to start class. It wasn't long until he felt Eri was comfortable enough to start kindergarten. The black-haired teacher felt Eri was going to do fine. No longer confined to the clutches of Kai, Eri should be safe enough to be a typical kid.

Eri was hitting her horn with a crayon.

Almost a typical kid.

Aizawa-sensei kneeled down as he gave his usual morning kiss to his surrogate daughter. Once kissing it, he noticed Eri's picture in question.

"Quite the artist," he said with a smile. "What is that?"

Eri stopped and gave her guardian a candid smile. Quite precious to Aizawa-sensei. He stopped when realized he might need to pick up smoking again. He was finding a kid cute and to love as his own? "It is me in a wedding dress, Daddy!"

Aizawa-sensei sensei noticed that there was another person beside her. The person was wearing a black tuxedo. He was drawn crudely but he would conclude it to be abstract. Eri stuck out her tongue as she grabbed a green crayon.

"Hmm! Drawing a picture of me as the groom, dear," asked Aizawa-sensei.

"No, silly Daddy. I can't marry Daddy if you are already married to Mommy!"

He was a bit hurt but nevertheless, it was Eri's world.

"Izuku senpai is my groom, Daddy," she pointed to the green-haired groom in black.

"Midoriya-san," said Aizawa-sensei. He nodded approvingly. "He is quite a gentlemen's gentleman. A guy to be trusted. I would rather have him or Mirio in my circle, if not no one else." As he continued to observe the drawing, he noticed that there were only males present in the picture. "Where are the bridesmaids, sweetheart? Can't have a wedding without bridesmaids."

Eri turned on her back. She began giggling as her eyes were wide as saucers. "Silly Daddy. I have already made plans for them." She showed him the paper. "See?"

Aizawa-sensei nearly choked on his spit when seeing the picture in question. It contained the girls of 1-A, 1-B, and female teachers. It was the grace of God that Emi (Ms. Joke) wasn't in it. Their mouths were covered in duct tape. They were surrounded by sticks of dynamite. "Oh, forgot to draw me lighting the fuse," said Eri as she turned on to finish the drawing.

"Sweetheart, why are you doing that to the girls," asked Aizawa-sensei with much worry and concern.

"Daddy! I don't trust them! They might think lecherous thoughts on defiling my Izuku." She narrowed her eyes at him. "And I wouldn't like if they did such a bad and horrible thing. Bad things can happen, Daddy!" She tilted her head. "Okay?!" She made a whistling sound followed by an explosion. "Boom! Pow! Ping! Straight to the fiery pits of Hell!"

Aizawa-sensei rubbed the nicotine patch on his shoulder. He was going to conclude that the effects of Chisaki were still in her system. For quite a while, he and Emi were thinking of getting Eri counseling but haven't found the time to do so.

"Emi will be by to give you lunch, dear," said Aizawa-sensei as he kissed her on the cheek. "But go too far from the office."

"'Kay," she answered melodically as he exited the office. He closed the door and reached for his cell phone. He then decided to go against the advice. "She is six. Six-year-olds have phases, right?"

Back in the office….

Eri twirled around the office. She imagined dancing with her savior. The gem in her eye as she can't wait to grow up and become an adult. She was looking forward to becoming Mrs. Midoriya.

"Oh I promise

They won't be missed

All those skanks that you might have kissed

I'll come get you and swear to be good...

When I check off my rival list!

Senpai love me

I want to make you happy, It's true, I do

My heart can only love you

Senpai love me

I'll watch you through your window tonight!"

She had a pleasant voice as she harked to the heavens and as a warning to any interlopers who wanted her Izuku. She continued to dance until she noticed a certain Senpai from her window. Izuku was running late to class. She could tell as he was shuffling papers and having toast in his mouth. According to her journal she dubbed the Anthology of Knowing my Groom to Be, Izuku stayed up late last night working on his Math homework. However, he became distracted when he was texting someone on the phone. She wasn't sure as the position of the air vents could only allow her certain areas to see. She hoped to God that it was no good-for-nothing freeloading skank wanting to dirty her senpai.

She twirled when seeing her senpai. "My senpai! My senpai! Yay, yay, my senpai!"

Izuku Midoriya was the first person to ever touch Eri with kindness. When she tried to escape from the Eight Precepts, he refused to turn her over to Chisaki, forcing her to run back to him when she thought Chisaki would kill Izuku.

Ever since then, she couldn't separate from her senpai. He was her senpai and she was his little kouhai. The white-haired child wouldn't have it any other way.

She sighed once more at her precious cinnamon roll. Oh, Icchan! Look at you with those gorgeous eyes. Deep as the ocean. Green as the most precious gem. Oi! Look at this pure god in front of me. You must be doing this on purpose. You must want me to do stupid and crazy things to show my love. I will do it, senpai. Anything for you. I love you, Izuku. I love you, Icchan. I LOVE YOU, IZUKU! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!

She cracked her neck, tilting her head in a 90-degree angle with a grim smile. "Okay?"

Her heart-shaped pupils broke the moment when she saw the blonde classmate, Pony Tsunotori, grabbing the arms of her senpai. She broke the crayon with her hands, turning it into dust. Small, minuscule shards were forming on the wall and on the window. Seeing the blonde wench clinging to her senpai like her property was a no go for this white-haired child. No way in hell was a stupid, dumb American skank was going to run away with that.

So, the military bases in Okinawa and Yokosuka weren't enough for you, huh? You want to infiltrate my man with your corrupted heart-clogging, greasy fingers with your lies. Trying to give him some kind of propaganda thinking that this so-called America is great? I won't allow it! I forbid that!

Eri was cynically smiling as she witnessing her possible victim.

She had to remind herself that she was in a place of learning.

Plus, she didn't want to get grounded by her father. She just finished being grounded after accidentally taking away Katsuki's quirk. If he wasn't being a meanie to her senpai then this would have ever happened and he might have some of his teeth.

A few minutes later….

Izuku felt he could breathe. He was sitting alone in the pavilion as he tried to process his thoughts. He was grateful to Aizawa-sensei that it was free period today and he decided to step out to get a few minutes alone.

Meanwhile, a few feet away, Eri watched as she saw that Izuku was alone. She was grateful to God that an opportunity presented himself. As she tiptoed gracefully to Izuku, her eyes narrowed once again when seeing the horse meat.

"Seems like homeroom teachers are taking a free period," mentioned Pony as she approached him. "Do you mind if I take a seat?"

"Please," said Izuku.

As Pony took a seat, Eri knew it was time to intervene. She produced a fake smile. She rushed to her Izuku. "Senpai," she cried as she ran into Izuku's arms.

Izuku was surprised but happy to see his little kouhai. "Oh, Eri. He kissed her on her forehead. How is my precious kouhai?"

"Great! I lost one of my teeth," she said while showing it to him.

"Neat! The tooth fairy is going to be good to you," said Izuku cheerfully. Eri didn't pay it no mind to the horse meat as she planted her special seat onto his lap.

"Eri has a soft spot for you, doesn't she," said Pony as she was smiling at Eri.

And so does glue but who am I to compare? Eri angrily had those thoughts but decided to show her true self in front of Pony. At least not yet.

"Senpai, can you get a soda for me, please," she asked in a cutesy tone.

"It won't be a soda, my little kouhai. Will juice do?"

She clapped her hands. "Yes, please."

Izuku put Eri from his lap. He told Pony that he will return as he went to find a vending machine.

Which meant leaving Pony and Eri alone.

As soon he was away from them, she turned to Pony. "If I were you, Pony, I suggest you back off."

Confused by her statement, Pony replied, "What do you mean, sweetie?"

"Firstly, cut the sweetie crap. Save that for UNICEF. Second, you don't know who you are dealing with, sweetie." She widened her eyes as she reached for Pony's collar. "I am sorry that if this comes off as rude but Izuku don't like sluts."

"Sluts," she retorted. "What are you talking about?"

"I know girls like you look for one thing and one thing alone." Eri snapped her fingers. "I suggest you back the hell off or get fucked the hell off." She pointed at her horn. "You don't know what I am capable of and I can go Pearl Harbor instantly and you will be the first casuality."

Pony became worried. "Eri, you're scaring me."

Eri contorted her head. "Oh, horse meat! You don't know pain. You don't have a fucking clue about pain." She took a grab of Pony's horn. "Let's see how far this horn can go into the depths of your back end and we can discuss pain. Am I getting around the ballpark?"

Pony pushed Eri off and scurried away from Eri. Eri had a Cheshire cat grin. "Izuku belongs to me, bitch! And if you tell your friends, Elmer is going to have lots of fun in his factory."

A few moments later, Izuku returned to the pavilion. He saw that Eri was left alone. "Hey, senpai," she said as she smiled. She resumed her position on his lap. "You have the drinks."

"Sure do. I hope you like pineapple," said Izuku. "Where did Pony go?"

"I think she mentioned something she did to anger God," replied Eri as she placed her hands on her hips. "He is definitely mad at her all right. I remember him telling me this at the last supper."

"Really?"

"Hmm, hmm," she replied as she uncapped the bottle. "They had good fish there."

Izuku chuckled at her comment. "You are a card and a good time, Eri."

Izuku toasted with Eri as they consumed their drinks. A dark aura loomed over Eri as she snuggled closer onto his lap.

"He's mine. And only mine. He is my groom and I am his bride. And I wish you bastard would stop me," she whispered to herself.

To be continued….