On Monday, the entire class was waiting anxiously for their results. Some were dejected because they were sure they didn't pass. Everyone looked up as Aizawa walked in. His face was as stoic as ever.
"Unfortunately, not everyone passed the practicals," some classmates sighed, "Fortunately, everyone is going to camp." Everyone cheered, "This camp is for physical improvement, so those who have failed need this the most."
The class went through the rest of their day, then they were dismissed for summer vacation. Everyone made plans to meet at the mall for anything they need for the trip. Since it was no longer a school night, Izuku and Katsuki spent the rest of the day at the nightclub. All was going well until a certain eyebag wearing teenager walked in with his mother. The woman led her son to the back where she was most likely to find the employer.
Claire, a woman with a leopard quirk, was helping another girl with her corset when a woman came through the back curtain. She was dragging a very unwilling teenager behind her.
"Ma'am, you're not allowed to be back here," Claire tried to stop the woman.
"Oh, don't worry, I'm here to apply my son for a job here," Claire looked at the boy behind her. He looked sad, but he wasn't fighting back. Was he used to this kind of treatment?
"We don't usually hire anyone under 18," At this point, half of the dressing room was staring at the woman.
"Don't worry. He's good for it. He's been taking dance lessons, and his quirk allows him to change his voice, so he can sing if you want him to," the woman was about to go on, but she was interrupted.
"What's going on back here?" A man with fluffy white hair asked as he got off the stage. He was followed by another man with spiky blonde hair. They were both wearing full face masks and black corsets. Their legs were covered in fishnet stockings and high heels.
"Boss! This woman wants us to hire her son," the boss stared at the boy behind the woman.
"It is technically allowed, since this isn't an R rated club, but he would need to wear a mask to hide his identity. We make it a point not to publicly hire hero students," Hitoshi looked visibly horrified at having to put anything on his face.
"Oh! Yes, he is a hero student. I would be fine with the mask. He's used to it anyway," the man was secretly dialing a number he had saved on his phone.
"Ok, leave him to me, you can go have a nice day. This will take a while," Hitoshi looked even more terrified as his mother smiled. She quickly left her son behind. When she was out of sight, the boss pulled out his phone.
"How the fuck did you get my number?"
"Hey Aizawa! I need you to arrest Karen Shinso!" Hitoshi looked up at the man.
"Who is this and why?"
"Problem child of course! And she just tried to get a strip club to hire her minor son," the club may not strip anymore, but it was still a licensed strip club. This made it illegal to apply minors without their consent. Izuku and Katsuki worked with a license that Hitoshi probably didn't have.
". . . Ok. I'll send somebody. Now how did you get my number?"
"Nezu gave it to me!" Izuku could hear Aizawa dying on the other side of the phone. Izuku hung up, took off his mask, and kidnapped Hitoshi for the rest of the day. Katsuki made popcorn and they watched a movie.
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It's Not A Strip Club
FanfictionA story on Crack about Deku owning a strip club. If you've seen Burlesque the movie, it's kinda like that. BakuShinDeku. Crazy shit is happening. Izuku is a ray of sunshine.