Miss One Puncher (BNHA x OPM x Quirkless-Powerful Reader)

24 // Familiar Ties

Key:
Bold= Authors Notes or the first word of the chapter.
Italics= thoughts/dreams/flashbacks
Bold Underlined = Speaking English
Y/N = Your Name
L/N= Last Name
S/C=Skin Color
Toshinori = SmallMight
All Might = BigMight

Location: UA High School

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A 19-year-old Aizawa Shouta stood in front of the mirror. He didn't know what to do...he didn't think that what happened would happen. All he knew was that it was something he'd never done before.

He did it. He had a few too many drinks, drinks that he had gotten from his late dad's secret stash. That he claimed for himself. He shouldn't have taken those drinks.

He could remember the girl...woman, her black hair, gorgeous purple eyes. Tight outfit.

That tight dress was the death of him. Ahh Man...

Then her sweet words, those damn words. Words that she had never said to him before in high school.

It was something he couldn't resist. So much that he had taken her home. To his brand-new apartment no less. Such a stupid idea.
Now what? He asked himself.

One month later, Shouta had almost completely forgotten that night. He was so lost in his hero work, that he had nothing else to worry about.

Until...

She came back.

There she was, standing on his front doorstep, clad in shorts and a white long-sleeved turtle neck shirt. Telling him something he hadn't wanted to hear for at least five more years.

Too late...it was done.

"Y-your pregnant?" He asked the female and former classmate softly, his eyes wide and his breath hitched in his throat. This can't be happening. At her nod, he froze, thinking of many different sides to this.

"How can you be sure it's mine?" He asked, hoping she would say it was someone else's. It couldn't possibly be his...

"You're the only one I did it with during the timeline...that drunken night. It's the only possible way." She said, her hand placed gingerly on her abdomen.

Dammit...

He shook his head, this couldn't be happening. He was just a reckless, stupid young adult...teen. They had had too much booze and had sex with a former classmate. It was a mistake.

"...What are you going to do?"

"I...I don't know..."

Then...as if something struck him...he said those four words.

"...Get rid of it"

Aizawa sat up quickly, holding his head tightly, his black wavy hair falling around his face. He had tried so hard...so hard to forget about it...dammit.

After m/n left that day...she didn't say a word. He had thought she had gotten rid of it. She didn't say anything to him. Didn't ask for help. Didn't ask for child support. Nothing.