Before reading this story, take notice that Ms. Joke will go by her first name, Emi and Aizawa-sensei will go by his first name, Shouta in this chapter. Hopefully, there won't be any confusion. This will be a dark comedy (I swear)! Izuku won't be making an appearance in this chapter but this chapter serves a role in how the story will play out.
In this chapter, the Aizawa family are having dinner. Eri has an important announcement to tell her parents. What could it be? Stay tuned and find out! An OOC Eri x OOC Izuku story.
As a reminder, there WON'T be any ecchi in this story until Eri reaches the proper age of consent. This is a story about a kid obsessed with her senpai. Enjoy!
It was dinner time at the Aizawa residence. Shouta loosened his scarf after a long day at work. Honestly, he really couldn't focus at work as his mind was too consumed on his daughter. Those pictures, her jilted smile, her happy-go-lucky attitude on the obsession of Izuku and the possible hatred of any girl in Izuku's direction got to him. The rest of the day was to get his mind off of Eri and to get his mind off smoking as he was already itching for a pack.
"Katsudon!" His beloved Emi was sporting the housewife look - an apron and a headwrap. She welcomed the dinner table with her lovely cuisine. Eri was clapping heavily as her surrogate mother issued out the meals.
"Katsudon! Katsudon! Senpai loves it! That is his favorite dish," exclaimed Eri as she was ready to dig in. However, a slap to the hand deterred her.
"Now, now, Eri," interjected Emi. "We are not pigs! Once we all get our fill, we say grace and then eat!" She narrowed her eyes. "Understood, young lady?"
"Yes, ma'am," she said while showing all of her teeth. She hummed an unfamiliar tune and playing with her chopsticks. Shouta kept his eyes on her daughter until he felt the warm embrace of his woman.
She pecked on the cheek. "Long day, darling?" The womanly musk entranced his nose as he returned a kiss to her. "You have no idea! Just a bit off to start, I guess," replied Shouta.
She presented his dish in front of her. "Hopefully, this dish will soothe with worry." She winked at them. "It's made with lots and lots of love!"
"Goody, goody," replied Eri happily. "I wonder if Izuku-senpai is eating this kind of dish? I should have asked him earlier today."
"You really like Midoriya-san, don't you," asked Shouta while preparing to eat.
"Yep! Yep! Yep! Izuku-senpai is the best in the whole wide world." Eri paused, staring at her parents. "Well, a close tie with Mommy and Daddy!"
Emi joined the two as she sat down. A brief moment of silence as they blessed the meal. Once they resumed eating, it was Emi's turn to interject. "I believe our little Eri has a crush."
"Hmm, hmm," confirmed Eri as she began eating her dish. "Izuku-senpai is the best senpai. He is my husband."
"Aww, I thought Daddy was your husband, sweetness." Emi winked at Shouta. The husband didn't try to pay it any mind as he poured his glass of beer.
"You have Daddy, Mommy. I have senpai. Forever and forever!"
Shouta's chopstick missed the plate. For a second, he thought he had heard a strong roar in her voice. He observed Eri's horn. Nothing out of the ordinary. He kept trying to explain to himself that it was the effects of Overhaul. Yeah, that's it! Overhaul. I mean, she has been through an ordeal. It is popular like when I had bad gas or when I got kidney stones. A rough patch, but it will pass.
"Mommy! Daddy! Uncle Nezu told me of the school's upcoming costume party," said Eri excitedly as she gave her mother the flyer.
"Oh, that is so cool," replied Emi happily as she showed the flyer to Shouta. "UA High never had a costume party. That is very exciting."
"Hmm, hmm," replied Eri. "Uncle Nezu said I can go. I hope Izuku-senpai can be my escort."
"Precious darling, I know Izuku will make an awesome escort," replied Emi.
"Of course, he will be. He is my husband!"
"What about Mirio if Izuku can't make it?" Shouta knew it was probably a poor judgment call. However, curiosity took the best of him. Eri stared blankly at her father. "Mirio already has plans. And besides." She used her fingers to showcase her teeth in smiles. "Izuku is my groom and I am his bride!" The latter of which was a joyful cry. She hummed as she held onto herself. Emi was finding this as cute as ever. Eri stopped as she pulled out a piece of paper.
"Can Mommy help me by getting me this costume?" Emi awed at her daughter's picture. It was the image of Ayano Aishi from Yandere Simulator.
"Oh my, God! This is so lovely!" She turned to Shouta. "Honey, look at what our daughter wants to be."
Shouta told himself to breathe and smile. He nodded approvingly to his daughter. "It's lovely, d-d-darling."
"It comes in a matching set for Izuku! I can't wait," exclaimed Eri as she hopped in her seat.
Emi resumed eating. Shouta took another swig of beer. His eyes were drifting onto his daughter's plate. He noticed that his wife had tomato paste instead of the brown gravy. He observed Eri, watching her playing with her food.
Please don't hurt me, Eri-sama. Have mercy!
I thought I've said, leave my Senpai alone!
I promise I won't be around Senpai anymore! I promise!
You were warned, Horsemeat! Time to die!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! STAB! STABBY! STABBY STABBY STAB!
"Eri!" The sound came strong as thunder. It was Emi who gave her daughter a grim look. Eri lowered her head apologetically. She waited for her mother's consequences.
"I've told you to quit playing with your food," she said as she used her chopsticks to split Eri's food. "It's bad table manners!"
"Sorry, Mommy!"
"That's okay, baby! You're still learning!" She turned to Shouta. "Dear, would you like more beer to drink?"
Shouta was no longer hungry. He nodded to her in disagreement. "Actually, dear. I think I am going to take a hot bath."
Shouta told Emi that he would clean his dishes before heading to the shower to take his mind off today. Although he shouldn't be worried as he reminded himself of Eri's previous circumstances, discernment was still looming around him. He needed to be worried. Eri is six. Eri is six-years-old! SIx-year-olds go through phases? Right? Right?!
Later that night….
Eri was dressed in her My Little Pony nightgown as she hopped on the bed. She was pretending to be Wendy and imagining Izuku to be her Peter Pan.
"Easy, princess. You had quite an exciting day!" The green-haired mother entered the room, shutting out the lights with the exception of the nightlight. "Okay, it's time to settle down and enter dreamland. Mommy has some things to do in the morning."
"'Kay," replied Eri as she landed on the bed. "Where's Daddy? Both of you normally come and kiss me goodnight."
Emi rubbed the back of her head. "Daddy has a terrible headache so he needs to rest, dear." She grabbed the covers so Eri can climb into the bed. The green-haired wife pulled out her cell phone. "Which bedtime story tonight? Goodnight Moon or Things That Go Bump In the Night?"
"Actually Mommy, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure, baby! Ask away!"
"Hypothetically speaking. What would you do if you like someone but someone else might like your crush?"
"What do you mean, dear?"
"What do you mean what I mean?"
"Ohh, okay, sweetness," Emi observed the door to be certain that no prying ear was nearby. She pressed her ear near Eri. "Don't wait for him to make the first move; while you're waiting, some other girl might snatch him up. You need to be proactive about this sort of thing! If another girl starts competing for him, don't back down. Stand your ground and fight with all your might! Don't let anyone steal your man!"
Emi released a strong laugh but not loud enough to wake up Shouta. "Of course, I am just kidding, sweetie." She pecked her on the cheek. "Just be nice, be kind, and be yourself. If he likes you, then there is nothing to worry about. Good night, sweetness!"
"Good night, Mommy!"
"Love you till the ends of the Earth!"
"And then some, Mommy! Kiss Daddy for me!"
Emi blew her a kiss before closing the door. I will kiss Daddy for you, sweetie. Oh, yes, I will. Emi released a cynical smile as she walked down the hallway. I knew Eri was too good to be true. She definitely has it running in her veins. Never back down, princess! Never back down without a fight! Permission?! Screw permission! That was how I was able to earn my Shouta! No purple-haired bitch, no cum-guzzling Midnight slut was going to have my man!
She yawned as she entered the bedroom. "Sweetie, are you awake?"
The loud sounds of Aizawa's groaning confirmed that he was sleeping.
"Shouta honey! Shouta honey! Senpai?!"
"Good!"
She produced another smile, similar to the very daughter that lies sleeping in the next room. Emi disrobed as she planned this from the very beginning. Ambien does the trick with alcohol, doesn't it? Sorry, honey, but your wife wants to borrow your body for a little while. Need to give it a reminder of who it belongs to. "And that, my dear nosy readers, is not a joke!" She winked as she began to have her little fun with her beloved.
To be continued….
Izuku screamed into the night as he looked around his surroundings. He saw that he was lying in his dorm room. He saw rain dripping down from the window. He tried calming herself down as he was surprised by the nightmare that he had.
He removed the covers as he was dripping in sweat.
"Hey, Izuku. Are you all right?"
Izuku looked at the other side to see Shouto staring at his roommate.
"I am fine, man. Just a nightmare."
"Anything you want to discuss?"
"Nah, don't worry about it." Izuku looked at the obstruction around Shouto's neck. It was a diamond-studded collar. "Why are you wearing a collar?"
"Why are you wearing tighty-whities of Osomatsu-san?"
Izuku turned over to his side. "Good night, Shouto!"
"Good night, Izuku!"
"Night, Momo!"
"Night, Izuku!
Izuku didn't want to see what reason did Momo and Shouto warranted the use of the leash. It was minute compared to what he had dreamed of.
I need to quit eating late before bed. My little Eri wouldn't do anything like that. I love my little kouhai. She is too sweet to do anything like that!
To be continued...for real this time….
And relax, it will still be a comedy, unlike my Mina story. Stay tuned, readers (I hope!).