It been a while, I know. I would like to say that I am sorry for that. I haven't felt up to writing for this book in a while. I'm just not in the fandom anymore. I don't know if I will keep this book continued or not. Try to enjoy whatever this is.
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Aizawa: My husband is to tall for me to kiss on the lips. What should I do?
Present Mic: Punch him in the stomach. When he bends over, kiss him.
Midnight: Tackle him.
Powerloader: Dump him.
Y/n: *to tired for this shit*
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Y/n: Seriously that’s like the most foolish and the most idiotic idea ever!
Present Mic: …So we’re doing it?
Y/n: Absolutely, without a doubt.
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Present Mic: I actually have a black belt.
Midnight: In what, karate?
Present Mic: No, from Gucci.
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Aizawa: do i look sexy rn?
y/n: we're literally in the middle of a fight
Aizawa:
Aizawa: but am i doing it sexily? you didn't answer
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Younger Y/n: Anyone down to take couple's counseling and see at what point the therapist realizes we don't even know each other?
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Aizawa collapses to the training mat, bruised, after fighting Y/n.
Powerloader: you are good fighter, why are you letting Y/n beat you?
Aizawa: this is the most time we’ve spent together all month.
Powerloader: that is your reason?!
Aizawa: also getting beat up by Y/n is a dream come true!
Y/n: I promise Aizawa sweetheart, I’ll make it up to you after training!
Aizawa: (whispers) reason number three.
Powerloader: you are smarter than I give you credit.
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Shinso, gets a pancake stuck to the ceiling:
Aizawa: Don't say it, don't say it, don't FUCKING say it.
Y/n: Batter up.
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Hawks: I can’t believe you let Aizawa speak with you alone like that! Are you out of your mind?! They’re dangerous!
Y/n: Dangerous? Aizawa? ....You’re joking right? They’re an absolute sweetheart.
Hawks: I’m serious! Everyone around here knows to stay away from them, and you should too! They’re really bad news.
Y/n: I’m pretty sure you’re all overreacting, but either way it’s a bit too late for that, we’ve been married for years.
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Present Mic: You know that manslaughter is the least serious murder charge?
Aizawa: You don’t say.
Present Mic: Manslaughter. Literally, the slaughter of a man. Sounds brutal, doesn’t it?
Aizawa: Heinous.
Present Mic: Yet it’s the most socially acceptable form of murder.
Aizawa: So you think we should change the name?
Present Mic: Yes, I do. How about, inadvertent life-ending?
Midnight: Unintentional snuff-out?
Y/n: How about, I can’t believe it’s not murder?
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Younger Y/n: It’s dark in here
Oboro: Don’t worry dude I got this
Oboro: *Stomps his feet*
Oboro: *Skechers light up*
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Present Mic: You're a monster. You'll never know what true fear feels like.
Aizawa: Okay, first of all, have you ever heard Y/n yell your full name?
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Idk when imma post on this book again...
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