Mum? Mei Hatsume just appeared in the bathroom

Pt. 1 Peace And Quiet

Fuck yeah. Holiday time.

Chances are, you were sure as Hell going to relax, just not do anything productive.

Anime, memes, maybe write a fanfiction.

You were much like many weebs you saw, the greatest thing about the holidays to you was you were not going to be disturbed while watching the entirety of My Hero Academia for the fourth time.

They probably have watched it more times than me.

You get home after the last day of school. The haven before you beckoning to you, offering relaxation. You accept the call of the place you call home.

It was a modest home sure, your mother, father, sister and you never minded the size, it was cozy. The lounge room was the first place you always walked into, a small room, of blue carpet floors, yellow walls and a white ceiling. Across from the couch that was as long as the room and the same shade as Nejire's hair. The room was well lit with mostly sunlight. The kitchen, which had an oven from 1982 was walk-in from the lounge room.

A right turn led into a hallway, holding your parents' room, as well as yours and your sister's.

Y/N: What's up, Iris?

Iris: What do you want?

Y/N: You know, I love my sister and all, just wanted to see how you doing.

You say, moving in wide motions around your sister's room.

Iris: You're trying to piss me off, aren't you?

Y/N: No.

You draw the word out, clearly trying to annoy her.

Iris: Whatever. Here's your shirt back by the way.

She hands you a shirt, your white one, with a picture of Pony Tsunotori on it. As well as, 'isn't it sad that my favourite American doesn't even come from an American show?' half the sentence on top, half on the bottom.

Y/N: How the fuck did you get your hands on this?

Iris: Just did.

You walk away, more annoyed than you were intent on making your sister.

Your bathroom was connected to the hallway, just one right turn from your room.

You open the door, nothing changed. Your bed, not stolen, that's good, your room always had a light blue, more periwinkle light shone into it from your curtains. TV across from your bed and barely walking space between them.

Home sweet home. I guess.

You grab your laptop, some chips and a f/d (fav. drink)

You click on the Crunchyroll icon and let it load.

In the words of an Admiral, I've seen revolutions come and go faster than this shit.

It finally loads after what feels like days.

Where was I? Overhaul arc, that's right.

You watch for a few hours.

Y/N: Skibidy bop mm dada, bop.

You time the bop with Overhaul's gunshot, the one that ends Mirio's career. As far as it goes at this point.

Y/N: Why doesn't she just reverse it and boom, quirk go back, like obviously she trains it so she doesn't turn him into a sperm cell, but bruh.

You get up, to refill your snacks and walk back to your room.

You open up Wattpad and sift through some stories, no matter how much fanfiction you read and search for, it still keeps on giving you some other shit.

What do you know? What's this?

You click on the cover, with Shigaraki's face and clothed chest in a heavenly lit background.

You read the description.

So, you get jealous of Yuyu Haya and kill her? Bruh. That's dark. Three parts too?

You skip over it. Leading to another cover, one involving every character in 1-a taking a selfie.

Same guy? Ooo. A lemon series.

You save it for later, checking out this guy's work.

A reader x Mei with Tetsutetsu x Pony? Who the fuck is reading that?

You think, amazed by this kid's audacity.

You look at a game night series and look at the tags.

Harem? Hmm, nice.

You save it for later. You see his first, forty part story of an isekai into the MHA universe. It's cover seeming willy-nilly put together with a random picture of Nejire on a beach background.

As far as I'm seeing my guy, just stick to lighthearted non-plot driven stories.

You see another piece of work with the same cover as the lemons.

A quirk dump? What the fuck's that?

You scroll to the description, seeing some bad rip-off of Morshu that did actually explain what it was.

Lol. Imagine not being able to come up with a quirk. Noble service my guy.

You go out of the guy's profile, with mixed feelings about his work.

Looks like he can't write the OG plot without using an AU to cover a plot hole. His lighthearted works look good. Especially his lemons. Oh boy, except I'm not really horny right now.

You lay on your stomach in bed, nothing to do. You sleep for a few minutes and wake to find yourself hungry.

Y/N: The fuck?

You question, muffled into your pillow.

You go into the kitchen, more disheveled than Shota Aizawa.

What we got?

You make a bowl of two-minute noodles, as well as your fourth cup of coffee.

Mum: That'll kill you.

Y/N: Good.

You say jokingly, obviously putting on the act of a "stereotypical teenager."

She sighs. You head back to your room, smiling at the beef noodles in your hand.

You eat the noodles as you finish up that beach filler, the one they delayed MVA for.

Y/N: Good episode, but bruh, they delayed that, for this? I can kinda see why everyone is shitty with it.

You weren't concerned, it was coming out tomorrow anyway.

Y/N: Shit. I gotta take a shit.

As you stand, you hear a clutter in the room, all the shampoo bottles cluttering onto the floor.

Y/N: The fuck?

You open the door slowly into the room, and what you see is absolutely unreal.

The girl, fixing up her goggles into her pink hair, wore the singlet that you knew so well, her utility belt hiding her voluptuous thighs. You look back up to her face, catching a glimpse at her chest on the way, more by accident.

As big as I though- ah what the fuck?

You look to her face, now facing you with dread in her crosshair eyes.