Monster (izuocha)

I fucked your daughter!

No one's pov

The couple were in Ochako's bedroom, getting ready for bed. The day had been long and awkward, especially for Izuku. He was ready to have some time alone with Ochako.

The two lay on the bed, scrolling on their phones. The brunette sat up before sitting herself back down on top of her boyfriend.

"You trying to seduce me?" He smirked.

"Yup. I sure am." She retorted.

"I don't think my girlfriend would be very happy if she found us like this."

She giggled.

"Sorry about my dad. I know he can be a bit scary but he's really just protective of me. In reality he's nothing but a big softie." She sighed.

"If that's your definition of soft then frankly I'm afraid to see what your definition of hard is." He deadpanned.

She facepalmed as he laughed at his own joke.

"We should get to sleep." She said, running her hands down his chest.

"You can. I better keep one eye open in case your dad decides to try and kill me during the night." He said as he sat up.

The two sat in their position for a minute, doing nothing but stare into each other's eyes. Slowly they moved closer, connecting their lips. His hands ran up her top as her's found their way to his hair. His tongue gently forced its way into her mouth as their tongues  battled the other's for dominance, the two leaning into the kiss more.

That's when the door swung open.

The two immediately pulled away and looked at the doorway in horror.

There he stood.

The man himself.

Mr Uraraka.

"Nope absolutely not. I want you both sleeping in separate rooms and that's final! Do I make myself clear?" He growled.

The greenette immediately threw his girlfriend off his lap and ran over to the man, who led him to the spare guest bedroom.

He looked back at his girlfriend and pouted. The two never slept apart.

'This is gonna be a long night.' He mentally cursed.

Izuku's pov

I stared up at the dark ceiling.

'From my calculations, I have deduced that this ceiling is made of 100% authentic ceiling.'

I have officially lost my mind.

It's probably 2 am by now and I haven't slept at all. All because Mr Overprotective Daddy made us sleep in separate rooms.

I turned to the side and wrapped my arms around my pillow. Sad I know, but what else can I do?

I closed my eyes, when I heard a strange shuffling sound.

My eyes shot open but I didn't move. I couldn't let whatever was in my room know that I heard it.

'Judging by the loudness, probably a person. About three feet away. Moving closer.'

I could hear their steps and breathing. I readied myself to defend against whoever it was.

I sensed a movement about 20cm away from my head. Quickly I grabbed the person's arms, spun them round and pinned their arms behind them. I quickly turned on the lamp to see who the culprit was.