His Slutty Broccoli

The talk

I cleaned up and knocked on Nezu's door. he adopted me a while ago when he found out how bad my life was.

"Come in! Oh hello Izuku, sit down!" he said in his usual squeaky-ass voice.

i sat down and the dial Aizawa sensei had turned up.

i was resisting the urge to moan infront of my father from my teacher's actions.

"Are tou okay? you look awfully red..." He asked worriedly.

I nodded. "Y-Yeah just a bit u-uhn~ sick"

luckily my moans were discreet but he was catching on.

"Izuku i tokd you to stop fooling around with your teachers after lessons. Who was it this time?" he squeaked and groaned.

"U-Umm, Aizawa sensei and AllMight...Sorry.." i winced when he stood up on the table.

"Please, i want to keep you safe. I don't care if you're infertile; you can still get sick..." he smiled as his hand brushed over my face.

"Im sorry dad..." i looked at my hands and tried to regret everything that happened, but i couldn't.

i lived it all.

"Don't say sorry. Have fun, you're a teenager; I'm not gonna stop you. Just please keep safe..." he squeaked again.

I giggled. "You need to get that squeak checked out"

"it's like Asui's croaking. just a defect of my quirk" he smacked his chest and couched, sending me on my way.