"It's an atypical story to tell, Izuku!"
Izuku's lungs burned as he dashed through the shadowed hallways, his footsteps echoing in the suffocating silence of the school at night. The moon hung high, casting long, sharp beams of silver through the narrow windows, painting the floors in streaks of light and darkness. Every corner he turned felt like a trap, his mind racing as fast as his legs. His heart thundered in his chest, an erratic beat that matched the growing terror he felt creeping up his spine.
Behind him, he could hear her—Kayama-sensei. Her voice, once soft and playful in class, now dripped with a haunting edge, her words slithering through the air like a predator savoring the hunt.
"Izuku..." Her voice was a low, velvet purr, carrying on the wind with an almost teasing lilt. "Why do you run? It only makes it more exciting to chase."
Izuku's breath came in ragged gasps, his pulse roaring in his ears. He stumbled slightly but forced himself to push on, his mind scrambling to process everything that had happened. Kayama-sensei—Midnight—had always been intense, flirtatious even. But this... this was different. She wasn't just teasing him with her words anymore; she had become something far more dangerous. She was no longer just a Pro Hero. She was a vampire.
Her transformation had been startling. The playful glint in her eyes had turned into a glowing hunger, her fangs sharp and gleaming as she advanced toward him. Her voice, laced with desire and power, had sent chills down his spine. She had cornered him, eyes locked on him as if he were her next meal, her next claim.
"Don't worry, Izuku," she had whispered, voice dripping with possessiveness, her breath warm on his neck. "Soon, you'll be mine—forever."
He had bolted before she could sink those sharp fangs into his skin, adrenaline shooting through his veins like fire. But as fast as he was, Izuku knew he couldn't outrun her for long. She had been blessed with the gift of supernatural speed, and every second he spent fleeing only seemed to fuel her excitement.
From behind him came a rush of wind, a subtle shift in the air. He felt her presence before he saw her—closer now, impossibly close. He could almost feel her breath against the nape of his neck, sending an icy shiver down his spine. He pushed his legs harder, forcing his quirk, One For All, to give him as much speed as he could muster without breaking his body.
But it wasn't enough. Suddenly, she appeared ahead of him, her lithe form materializing out of the darkness as if she had simply stepped from the shadows. Her lips were curled in a smile that was equal parts seductive and menacing, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. The moonlight caressed her face, casting sharp highlights over her delicate features. Her fangs, longer and more pronounced now, gleamed dangerously in the pale light.
She cocked her head, watching him with an almost amused expression, as though his desperate attempt to escape had only heightened her thrill.
"Did you really think you could escape me?" she whispered, her voice silky smooth, as though she were simply continuing their usual banter. She moved closer, each step deliberate, her figure bathed in moonlight, draped in her dark hero costume that clung to her like a second skin.
Izuku stood frozen, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. He could feel the heat of her gaze, the intensity of her presence weighing down on him. Every instinct screamed at him to run, to fight, to do anything—but she was already upon him. Her fingers, cold yet gentle, brushed against his cheek, tilting his head up to meet her gaze.
"You'll see," she murmured, her lips dangerously close to his ear. "You were always meant to be mine."
Izuku's voice cracked as he desperately tried to reason with her, his breath shallow from both fear and exhaustion. "Kayama-sensei, please… this is wrong! We're teacher and student!" His words spilled out in a frantic plea, but there was a tremor in his voice, a realization that she was far beyond reason now. "You're making a big mistake…!"
Kayama, with a dark, sultry smile, gazed at him like a cat toying with a cornered mouse. Her eyes glinted with a dangerous mix of amusement and desire as she let out a low, teasing chuckle that echoed in the stillness around them.
"Mistake?" she repeated, her voice a soft, velvety whisper that sent chills down his spine. "Oh, Izuku… this is no mistake. This is destiny. The fact that we're teacher and student only makes it all the more exhilarating." Her lips curled into a smile that was equal parts seduction and menace. "This forbidden love... it makes everything more intoxicating, don't you think?"
She moved with a grace that was predatory, every step deliberate and smooth, her eyes locked on him with an intensity that made his heart skip a beat. Before he could react, Kayama pressed her hand against his chest, her touch cool but somehow burning through his shirt. He gasped at the sensation, a strange mix of fear and unwilling excitement coursing through him.
Her other hand slid up to his face, her fingers curling under his chin with gentle but firm pressure. Her grip was commanding, her thumb brushing lightly over his skin, and despite himself, Izuku felt his body responding. His heart thudded wildly in his chest as she leaned in closer, her breath ghosting over his lips.
"Don't fight it," she whispered softly, her lips barely inches from his. "You'll learn to enjoy this soon enough."
Before he could utter another protest, she captured his lips in a kiss—soft yet insistent, her mouth moving against his with a confidence that overwhelmed him. Izuku struggled for a moment, his hands trembling as he tried to push her away, but her touch, her scent, the sheer force of her presence—it was intoxicating, like a drug that seeped into his very being.
His resistance faltered as Kayama deepened the kiss, her lips coaxing him into surrender. Every ounce of fight drained from him, his muscles relaxing against his will, his mind growing foggy under the spell of her touch. The kiss wasn't just physical—it was something more, something primal that tugged at the edges of his consciousness. His body, once rigid with tension, became pliant, and without realizing it, he leaned into her, drawn to the warmth of her embrace.
Her lips curved against his in satisfaction as she pulled away, her eyes gleaming with a predatory glint. Izuku's breathing was shallow, his mind dazed, as though caught in a trance. The world around him felt distant, the edges of his vision blurring as her power seeped deeper into him.
Then, with a graceful, almost languid motion, she tilted his head to the side, exposing the pale skin of his neck. Izuku's eyes widened in realization, but his body betrayed him—he couldn't move, couldn't fight. His limbs felt heavy, weighed down by the spell she had cast over him. His heart raced in his chest, a frantic drumbeat that echoed in his ears as Kayama's lips brushed against his neck, the soft warmth of her breath sending a shiver down his spine.
Her voice was a whisper against his skin, teasing, soothing. "This won't hurt… much," she purred, her words laced with dark anticipation. "Just relax… and let me take care of you."
Izuku tensed, but it was no use. Her grip tightened slightly, her fingers cool against his skin as her lips parted. He felt the sharp sting of her fangs as they pierced his neck, a brief jolt of pain that sent a shock through his body. His breath caught in his throat, but the pain quickly ebbed, replaced by an odd, pulsing warmth that spread through him like a slow-moving fire.
It wasn't just the bite—it was the way she held him, the way her presence enveloped him like a dark, comforting blanket. His thoughts grew hazy, his mind succumbing to the hypnotic rhythm of her feeding. The pull of her lips at his neck was strangely soothing, and despite the fear that lingered in the back of his mind, his body surrendered completely.
His knees buckled slightly, his weight leaning into her as she held him steady. His vision blurred, the world around him fading into a soft haze of warmth and darkness. He could feel his strength slipping away, his limbs growing heavier with each passing second, but a strange calm settled over him. Her bite wasn't just draining his blood—it was draining his will, his resistance, leaving him vulnerable, compliant.
Kayama pulled back slightly, her lips still ghosting over his skin as she whispered softly, "You see, Izuku? You were always meant to be mine… forever." Her voice was like a lullaby, lulling him deeper into submission as the darkness overtook him.
Eri Aizawa stood proudly at the front of the classroom. Her chest puffed up with confidence, she let the last words of her story hang in the air like the final note of a dramatic symphony. She was radiant, her small hands gripping the edges of her notebook as though it were her prized possession, a wide, self-satisfied smile on her face. She had poured her heart into the tale, her vivid imagination spinning a dramatic web that involved one of the most iconic heroes in Japan and a forbidden, supernatural love.
The classroom, however, was a sea of mixed reactions.
Some students exchanged glances that hovered between disbelief and stifled laughter, their faces a mix of amusement and confusion. Others sat rigidly in their seats, unsure of how to respond, caught between respecting their classmate's creativity and trying to suppress the bewilderment that swirled in their heads. A few seemed genuinely unsettled by the vivid imagery Eri had described, her story teetering on the edge of being too bizarre even for this class full of future heroes.
At the back of the room, Asui-sensei stared at Eri with wide, unblinking eyes, her lips slightly parted in a look that could only be described as stunned disbelief. She blinked once, then twice, clearly struggling to formulate an appropriate response to the whirlwind of a story that had just been delivered. Her mind raced, trying to process the fact that one of her students had just told a tale involving a romantic entanglement between her student's father and her daughter's friend Izuku Midoriya—arguably one of the most respected heroes in the world—and his former teacher, Nemuri Kayama, in a twisted, vampire-fueled narrative. Asui-sensei's brain couldn't reconcile the image of the humble, honest Deku with the idea of him being swept up in such a wild, supernatural affair.
And then there was Chigusa, sitting dead center in the classroom, frozen in her seat as though she had been turned to stone. Her normally composed expression had shattered, her mouth hanging open in shock, her emerald-green eyes wide with disbelief. She blinked several times, her gaze fixed on Eri as if trying to determine if her classmate had really just uttered those words. She could feel the heat of stares from the rest of the class as they glanced between her and Eri, waiting for a reaction, but Chigusa's brain had short-circuited.
The story Eri had spun had woven an alternate reality in which her father and mother—Izuku Midoriya and Nemuri Kayama—had shared a forbidden, passionate affair filled with bloodlust and entrancing kisses. The sheer absurdity of it left Chigusa utterly speechless. It was as if the world had tilted off its axis for a moment, and she had been plunged into a reality where nothing made sense.
Her hands trembled slightly as they gripped the edge of her desk, her pulse pounding in her ears. How could Eri—sweet, imaginative Eri—come up with something so outlandish? The sheer audacity of it made Chigusa feel as though her mind was spinning. She wanted to correct the lie, to stand up and defend her parents, but no words came. Her mouth opened and closed several times, yet nothing emerged—just the stunned silence of someone caught completely off guard.
The tension in the room grew thick and suffocating. It was the kind of silence that begged for release, but no one dared to break it. The other students waited with bated breath, watching the scene unfold with a mixture of curiosity and secondhand embarrassment.
Finally, Asui-sensei cleared her throat, the sound cutting through the air like a blade. "Well, Eri… that was certainly… imaginative." Her voice wavered slightly as she forced a tight, strained smile. "Thank you for sharing with us. I think that's… quite enough storytelling for today."
Eri, still brimming with pride, didn't seem to notice the awkward tension that gripped the classroom. She beamed as she skipped back to her seat, her ponytail bouncing with each step, oblivious to the stares following her. As she slid into her chair, she looked over at Chigusa, who was still frozen in a state of shock. Tilting her head to the side in curiosity, Eri's bright eyes blinked innocently. "What's wrong, Chigusa? Did you like my story?" Her tone was chipper, completely unaware of the emotional turmoil she had unleashed.
Chigusa blinked rapidly, trying to find her voice, her cheeks flushing a light pink as she stammered. "I… I don't even know where to start," she muttered under her breath, still reeling from the bombshell that had been dropped on her. The absurdity of it all made her feel dizzy, and as she glanced around the room, she wished she could melt into the floor and disappear.
This was going to be a long day.
Later that day….
Izuku hummed quietly to the cheerful Disney tunes playing in the car as he navigated through the evening traffic. The familiar rhythm of the songs relaxed him, helping to take the edge off a long day. Beside him, Chigusa sat strapped into her seat, her head resting against the window, unusually quiet. Normally, she'd be singing along or excitedly talking about her day, but today she was silent, staring out the window with a contemplative look on her face.
Izuku glanced at her through the rearview mirror, his brow furrowing slightly. Something was clearly off. As a father, he'd learned to pick up on these little cues, the way she clammed up when something was weighing on her mind. He wasn't the type to push, but her silence concerned him. He adjusted the volume of the music slightly, softening the upbeat tunes before clearing his throat.
"Hey, Chi," he called out gently, his eyes flickering between the road and the mirror. "You've been pretty quiet since I picked you up. Is everything okay?"
Chigusa shifted in her seat, her brows furrowed as if she was wrestling with a question she wasn't sure she wanted to ask. After a moment, she took a deep breath and spoke, her voice small and hesitant. "Daddy...did Mommy ever…take advantage of you?"
Izuku's heart nearly stopped. His hands froze on the steering wheel, and for a split second, his mind went blank as the words hit him like a freight train. The question was so out of the blue, so startling, that he almost swerved off the road. The sound of car horns blaring around him snapped him back to reality, and he quickly corrected the steering, his pulse racing as he tried to process what his daughter had just asked.
"Wh—WHAT?!" Izuku stammered, his voice a mix of panic and disbelief. His mind scrambled to find an explanation, but nothing could have prepared him for that question. "W-Where did you hear something like that, Chi?"
His heart was pounding in his chest, and he couldn't keep the alarm out of his voice. The last thing he wanted was for his daughter to have some strange and wrong ideas about her parents, especially something as serious as this.
Chigusa blinked, startled by his reaction but still focused on the matter at hand. She shifted in her seat again, her voice cautious as she explained, "It was Eri-chan… during story time today. She told this really weird story about you and Mommy… and vampires."
Izuku let out a heavy sigh, his grip tightening on the steering wheel as he cursed under his breath. Of course it was Eri. He could already picture the wildly imaginative story she had spun, completely unaware of the consequences her words might have. Izuku's mind raced as he tried to figure out how to handle this delicate situation, knowing he had to clear things up without making it worse.
"Ah, I see," Izuku muttered, his thoughts already scrambling for damage control. "Eri-chan's got a... very active imagination. But, my little vampire, listen, that was just a story. It's not true, okay? Your mommy and I...well, we're just your regular ol' parents. Mommy never did bad things to me, no... weird stuff like that." He glanced at her through the mirror again, trying to gauge if his words were calming her worries.
Chigusa remained quiet for a moment, her gaze still focused on the window. Then she slowly nodded, though there was still a trace of uncertainty in her eyes. "Okay… if you say so."
Izuku sighed again, relieved but still flustered. He could only imagine what other tales Eri might be telling. He'd definitely have to talk to her… and maybe Asui-sensei as well about this. Before he could ponder further, his little vampire continued speaking.
"Eri said that vampires are inherently seductive, so it wasn't really Mommy's fault that she took advantage of you. And it won't be my fault when I find a boy because I'm half-vampire too."
Izuku felt the air leave his lungs as if he'd been punched in the gut. His mind went blank for a moment, reeling from the bombshell his daughter had just dropped. Half-vampire? Seductive? What kind of stories had Eri been telling?
"Chi…" Izuku began, but his voice faltered. How was he supposed to respond to that? He rubbed his temple, feeling the weight of fatherhood press down on him more than ever before. He had faced down villains, fought world-changing battles, but nothing could have prepared him for this.
Realizing that he needed to diffuse the situation, at least for now, he forced a cheerful tone into his voice. "You know what, Chi? How about we go get some ice cream, huh? Doesn't that sound good?"
Chigusa's eyes lit up immediately, her worry dissolving at the mention of her favorite treat. "Really? Ice cream?" she asked, her voice brimming with excitement.
"Yep," Izuku said, giving her a big smile through the mirror. "Ice cream. My treat. Let's go pick out your favorite."
The tension lifted slightly as Chigusa grinned widely, already distracted by thoughts of sprinkles and chocolate sauce. Izuku, meanwhile, focused on the road, trying to push away the whirlwind of thoughts in his head. As Chigusa happily hummed to herself in the back seat, he felt a heavy weight settle in his chest.
He couldn't help but think about how he was going to explain all of this to Nemuri—his vampire wife, according to Eri's story. The image of her reaction flashed in his mind, and he let out a sigh. He just hoped she wouldn't be too upset when she heard what had happened. More importantly, he had to figure out how to explain to their daughter that vampires weren't real, and she wasn't destined to become some kind of supernatural seductress — unlike her mother.
Later that evening….
The savory scent of cooking filled the house as Nemuri hummed softly to herself, chopping peppers with a deft hand. She had already started two pots on the stove—one filled with a bubbling chicken broth for Izuku, and the other simmering with owl meat for her and Chigusa. This time, she had been careful to label the pots, a lesson learned after a previous mix-up left Izuku staring wide-eyed at an owl leg in his soup. She chuckled at the memory as she continued preparing dinner.
Glancing over her shoulder, she caught sight of Izuku sitting at the table, his posture tense as he poured himself a shot of whiskey. The clink of the bottle against the glass immediately caught her attention. It was rare for him to drink, and when he did, it usually meant something heavy was weighing on his mind.
"Whiskey, huh?" she teased with a playful smirk as she chopped the last of the peppers. "That bad, is it?"
Izuku sighed heavily, frowning as he tipped the glass back and let the whiskey burn down his throat. Nemuri chuckled to herself, moving to the stove to check on the broth. "I'm guessing this has to do with Eri and her latest story? You know, she's probably just been reading some vampire manga or listening to her father. I wouldn't be surprised if Aizawa-sensei is behind this one," she added with a mischievous wink.
Izuku groaned at her teasing, running a hand through his messy green hair. "Eri's too young to be getting ideas like that. And now she's got Chigusa thinking she should be ashamed for being a dhampir," he muttered, staring down into his glass. "I'm telling you, it's just—this whole narrative is way too much for kids. And now our little vampire's tangled up in it."
Nemuri just laughed softly as she stirred the broth in the owl pot, letting the rich aroma waft through the air. She glanced back at her husband with a grin, amused by his overprotectiveness. "Oh, baby, don't worry so much. Chi and Eri are clearly rivals. It's bound to happen, especially with girls their age. I think it's kind of cute, honestly. They remind me of you and Katsuki back in the day, or me and Yuu when we were still figuring things out."
"Back in the day? Just last week, he poured sour milk on my shoes in my shoe locker."
"You're just resting my case."
Izuku's frown deepened as he took another shot, his mind still stuck on the awkwardness of the whole situation. "Rivals, huh?" he muttered, his voice tinged with worry. "I just hope they don't take things too far. Eri's imagination is already causing enough trouble as it is."
Nemuri moved to his side, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder as she leaned down to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Relax, sweetness. They're just kids. This rivalry will probably fizzle out or turn into something healthy. Besides," she said with a playful glint in her eye, "if they're anything like us, they'll be fine. Our little vampire's strong, and she's got your heart. Eri's just stirring the pot.
Izuku sighed again but managed a small smile, leaning into Nemuri's comforting touch. The weight of the day's events still lingered, but with Nemuri by his side, he felt a little more at ease. He glanced out the window, watching as Chigusa played happily in the yard with her grandmother, oblivious to the strange drama unfolding around her.
Izuku sighed in relief as he felt Nemuri wrap her arms around his chest from behind, her warmth easing the tension in his body. She rested her chin on his shoulder, placing a soft kiss on his neck, and whispered, "You need to relax. If talking to Aizawa will help, you should do it." Her voice was gentle, soothing, and for a moment, he let himself sink into her embrace.
He nodded, turning his head to meet her lips with a kiss. It was soft and comforting, but the humor of the situation still lingered in his mind. "Yeah, I'll talk to him," Izuku agreed, chuckling slightly. "And besides, I should probably set the record straight that you didn't entirely take advantage of me." He said it playfully, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he felt Nemuri's arms loosen.
She backed away slightly, one eyebrow raised, amusement mixed with suspicion in her gaze. "Didn't entirely take advantage of you?" she repeated, her voice laced with faux offense. She tilted her head, crossing her arms. "I don't recall that part of the story. Care to elaborate?"
Izuku suddenly found himself sweating a little. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to come up with a quick explanation, but he knew there was no easy way out. He had left out a few, uh, creative liberties that Eri had added to her story, particularly the parts where Nemuri's vampire character might have been more... predatory.
"Ah, well… you know, maybe I left out a few details..." he admitted sheepishly, his voice trailing off as Nemuri's stare intensified.
Nemuri raised an eyebrow and then shook her head with a sigh, her lips curving into a mischievous smirk. "Well, in that case," she said, her tone taking on a playful but dangerous edge, "it's even more imperative that you go have a talk with Aizawa. Immediately."
Izuku blinked, thrown off by her sudden shift in tone. "Wait—what happened to it just being a story?" he asked, his voice taking on a slightly nervous tone as Nemuri stepped back.
Her eyes narrowed, and she crossed her arms over her chest, looking at him with mock seriousness. "It was just a story… until I heard the part about me supposedly taking advantage of you. I might be a former R-rated Pro Heroine with a reputation, but I wasn't some lecherous vampire forcing myself on people!" She said it with an air of dignity that made Izuku both amused and slightly terrified.
Izuku opened his mouth, prepared to say that technically, it wasn't exactly a lie—there might have been one time when she was feeling particularly… dominant—but the words died on his lips when Nemuri disappeared into their bedroom. A few moments later, she reappeared, and Izuku's eyes widened when he saw her standing in the doorway, hands on her hips, now wearing her cape—the same one she used to don in her hero days.
Her gaze was playful yet predatory, and her lips curled into a knowing smirk. "I think it's time I reminded Aizawa—and you—of a few things," she said with a wink, her tone light, but the way she carried herself reminded him of her old days as Midnight.
Izuku paled slightly, his mind racing. She wasn't really going to go after Aizawa, right? "Wait, Nemuri… You're not seriously going on the prowl, are you?"
Nemuri just grinned, the glint in her eyes telling him everything he needed to know. "Don't worry, darling. I'm just going to have a little chat with Aizawa-sensei," she said, though her voice carried a hint of mischief that made Izuku second-guess her intentions.
Izuku sighed, half-amused, half-nervous.
His wife's cape flowed around her as she faced him, her expression a mix of amusement and determination. She looked every bit like a heroine ready for action, but Izuku wasn't fooled by her playful banter. Beneath the teasing, he knew she was upset—angry, even. That cape always meant she was serious. Whether it was her favorite TV show being canceled, the fear of the Legend of Korra getting a reboot or some outrageous political event, when the cape came out, she meant business. And now, she was on the warpath, ready to confront Aizawa over Eri's wild stories of accusations and lies.
The emerald-haired teen swallowed nervously, stepping closer to her as she made her way to the door. He gently grabbed her arm, his voice calm but filled with urgency. "Sweetheart, wait," he said softly. "Please, let me handle this. Attacking Aizawa-sensei won't change anything, and you know it. We've got to be careful how we approach this."
She stopped, glancing back at him with a raised brow. Her eyes were sharp, and her lips curled into a smirk, though there was an edge to it. "Attacking?" she repeated, her tone laced with sarcasm. "I'm not going to attack him, baby. I just want to have a little chat. A friendly reminder that Eri's imagination doesn't need any more fuel." She crossed her arms, staring at him like she was sizing him up. "But, if it makes you feel better, I won't rough him up too much."
He winced at her words, already imagining the confrontation in his mind. A sweatdrop formed on his forehead as he scrambled to defuse the situation before it escalated. He stepped in front of her, blocking her path. "Think about it, Nemuri," he insisted, his voice laced with desperation. "If you go over there in full cape and hero mode, it'll only make things worse! Eri will probably come up with an even crazier story about you, and Chigusa's already confused enough."
Nemuri's gaze softened for a moment, but then she let out an exasperated sigh, her lips still twisted in that determined smirk. "Fine, fine. But this nonsense has to stop before it gets out of hand. You know how kids are—they get these ideas stuck in their heads, and suddenly we're living in some kind of weird supernatural soap opera." She flicked her cape dramatically over her shoulder, her voice tinged with frustration. "I have a reputation to protect! I might've been an R-rated heroine, but I'm no forced lecherous vampire! Allegedly!"
Izuku couldn't help but smile at the absurdity of the situation, even though a part of him was still nervous. He gently took her arm again, this time holding her with more intent. "Please, let me talk to him. I'll clear things up. We don't need to make it worse." His voice softened, pleading.
She huffed, clearly torn between her instinct to defend herself and her desire to let things play out without causing more chaos. She rolled her eyes playfully but seemed to relent—until she suddenly turned, her cape swirling behind her like a dark cloud. In one swift motion, she tried to make her way to the door again, only to be stopped when Izuku grabbed her, pulling her back with a bit too much force.
In a flurry of movement, they both lost their balance. Nemuri let out a surprised yelp as they tumbled backward, crashing onto the couch in a tangle of limbs. Izuku landed with a thud, Nemuri on top of him, her cape cascading down around them like a blanket. For a moment, everything was still—her body pressed against his, her hands resting on his chest as they both blinked in surprise.
Nemuri recovered first, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she looked down at him. Her hair fell over her shoulders, framing her face in soft waves as she raised an eyebrow. "Well, this certainly isn't what I had in mind," she teased, her voice low and sultry.
Izuku's face turned bright red, and he stammered for a response, his brain short-circuiting at the sudden intimacy of the moment. He was about to say something—anything—when the door to the living room creaked open.
There, standing in the doorway, was Inko, her eyes wide with shock and mild disapproval. Next to her, Chigusa stood frozen, her eyes big as saucers as she stared at the scene before her. Inko quickly placed a hand over Chigusa's eyes, shielding her from the sight of her parents in such a compromising position.
"Icchan…" Inko began, her voice tinged with exasperation as she shook her head. "I leave you alone for a few minutes, and this is what happens?" She clicked her tongue in disapproval, casting a pointed glance at her son and daughter-in-law. "You're lucky you're too old to be grounded."
Izuku flushed even deeper, trying to squirm out from beneath Nemuri, who was still grinning wickedly. "M-Mom! It's not what it looks like!" he stammered, his voice cracking as he tried to explain.
Nemuri, ever the tease, leaned in close to Izuku's ear, her breath warm against his skin. "Oh, I don't know," she purred. "It's exactly what it looks like."
Inko sighed again and, without another word, guided Chigusa out of the room, her hand still covering the girl's eyes. As the door closed behind them, Inko's voice drifted back through the hallway. "Be responsible, you two."
Once they were gone, Izuku let out a deep groan, covering his face with his hands in embarrassment. "I really, really wish I hadn't told you about Eri's story…" he muttered, his voice muffled by his hands.
The blue-haired temptress laughed softly, still perched on top of him. She leaned down, placing a soft kiss on his forehead before standing up and brushing off her cape. "You'll survive, darling," she said with a wink. "But I still think I should have a little chat with Shouta."
Izuku groaned again, watching as she straightened her cape. "Please, let me talk to him first," he pleaded. "We don't need to give Eri any more wild ideas…"
Nemuri paused for a moment, then smiled down at him, her expression softening. "Alright," she conceded. "But if you don't set things straight, I will."
"Holy Esdeath…" he muttered once more.
The next day….
Izuku walked briskly toward UA, the cool morning air giving him a moment to collect his thoughts. Despite having his driver's license and a vehicle, it was technically against the rules for him to use either as a student, but he'd found a loophole. He parked at a nearby diner, where the kind owner allowed him to leave his car free of charge—so long as he occasionally stopped in for a slice of pie. Her Boston creampies were legendary, so he didn't mind the deal. Still, he kept this little arrangement a secret from Nemuri, not wanting her to misinterpret the kindness as anything else—or worse, for the poor barista to become her next victim of "prey."
As he adjusted the strap of his backpack and prepared himself for another day of teaching, he heard a familiar voice call out to him. "Good morning, child of God."
Izuku turned and saw the Ave Maria herself —Ibara, leaning against the school's fence as though she had been waiting for him. Her vine-like hair swayed gently in the breeze, her expression serene yet somehow charged with purpose. She always had this air of divine judgment about her, which made conversations with her both enlightening and… intense.
"Morning, Shiozaki," Izuku greeted her with a friendly nod, though there was a slight caution in his tone. He could tell by the look in her eyes that this wasn't a normal exchange.
The Ave Maria stepped closer, folding her hands together as though she were preparing to deliver a sermon. "Midoriya," she began, her voice soft but laced with moral authority, "do you believe that when your time comes to be judged by God, He will condone the actions you've chosen to spread among the masses?"
The emerald-haired teen blinked, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Um, what exactly are you talking about?"
Ibara's gaze became sharper as she took out her phone. "I wonder if you feel comfortable—if you feel justified in spreading such filth," she said, her tone unwavering. She pressed a few buttons and then held the phone up to him, her expression one of quiet disappointment.
Izuku leaned in to look at the screen, still utterly confused by what she was referring to. As his eyes scanned the page, he noticed it was a light novel site. The title on display made him pause, his breath catching in his throat: Love Vampire: The Absolutely True Story of Forbidden Romance.
His heart dropped as he recognized the stylized kanji. Though the names were slightly altered, the story was unmistakably about him and Nemuri. It was an exaggerated, dramatic, and utterly ridiculous version of Eri's vampire narrative, complete with heavily romanticized and even raunchy descriptions. His face flushed red with a mix of embarrassment and frustration.
"Shiozaki," he started, trying to compose himself, "this… this isn't something I wrote! I had no idea about this!"
Ibara's expression didn't soften. She looked at him with a mixture of disappointment and righteousness, her grip on her phone tightening. "As the babysitter to your daughter," she said, her voice firm but not harsh, "I must say, I find this content to be… low-brow and distasteful. It is unbecoming of a man of your stature."
Izuku felt the world tilt on its axis as he tried to explain himself. "This is just a misunderstanding! I promise I didn't write this!" His eyes flickered back to the screen, dread pooling in his stomach as he skimmed over the altered names. It was disturbingly clear that the characters were based on him and Nemuri, even if the names had been modified. And the worst part was the story's explicit nature, which had no basis in reality whatsoever.
Ibara shook her head, clearly unconvinced. "Midoriya," she said softly, "I pray that you find your way back to the light and cease associating with such sinful works. You are better than this."
Izuku groaned inwardly. He had no idea how this had happened, but he knew one thing for certain: he was going to have to deal with the fallout from Eri's overactive imagination—and now, apparently, the internet's, too.
As Ibara walked away, her phone still in hand, Izuku felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Pulling it out, he saw a text from Nemuri.
"How's your talk with Aizawa going? Did you remind him that I'm not that kind of vampire?"
Izuku sighed, wishing he could rewind the last 24 hours and somehow stop this madness from spiraling out of control. He had to figure out a way to put an end to this whole vampire romance narrative before it got any worse—and definitely before Nemuri found out about the light novel.
To be continued….
At some point, I'll explain the night of how Chigusa handled Ibara as her babysitter. Stay tuned!