My hero academia PT3 oneshots

Stop It (Ghost)

You are a police officer, and you are currently off duty. While coming out of a convenience store you heard a woman going around asking if they had seen her son. You walk over to see if you can help her. Come to find out her son went to the convenience store you just exited to get a snack and come home. His house is a block away and is in view of the store.

You ask the woman, "How long has he been missing? How long have you been searching for him? What does he look like and what's his name?"

The woman answers all your questions in a shaky voice, "It's been an hour. I have been looking for thirty minutes. I live so close so it shouldn't have been this long. He's never disappeared before. His name is Timmy."

Instead of describing him, she shows you a picture of a blonde boy in his early teens.

You help the woman canvas the area. You even got some of your police officer friends to assist. You have been at it for two hours.

You knock on another house door. This one was answered by the pro hero Eraserhead. You were star struck for a moment. He's even more handsome in person.

He asks, "Can I help you?"

You nod and show him a picture, "We are looking for this boy. Have you seen him?"

He nods and lets you in. There was the boy sitting with a half-eaten cake in front of him. You call his name, and he answers.

You look at Eraserhead, "Can I ask why you have this boy?"

Eraserhead shrugs, "He was abandoned."

You frown, "No he wasn't. He was a block away from his house getting a snack and going home."

"It was cold out so that's neglect."

You sigh and shake your head, "No. You can't just pick children up off the street. That's called kidnapping. You are a pro hero; you should know better."

You call the kid to you and tell him you will be bringing him home.

Eraserhead frowns, "I was only trying to save a child."

You shake your head, "Please don't do it again. Have a great day."

You return the boy home. Little Timmy was talkative and was telling you a story on how Eraserhead pulled a whole cake out of his sleeping bag. Kid must be exaggerating.

It's been a couple of weeks since your encounter with the pro hero. You kept thinking about him. He really was so handsome in person. It was kind of nice for him to try to "help" a child even though said child didn't need it.

Then one day you were at the same convenience store. As you were leaving you saw a lady asking around if anyone has seen her child. You got déjà vu but shook it off and went to ask the usual questions. This lady was missing her daughter named Violet.

You were going to canvas the area, but your gut said to go back to Eraserhead's house. So, you find yourself knocking on his door.

He answers, "You again."

You sigh, "Yes me again. Do you have Violet in here?"

He opens a door and sure enough there is Violet sitting on the couch with a large bowl of popcorn. Her mother was with you, and she ran to her child. The mother thanked you and left. She was ok because Eraserhead was a pro hero, so she knew her child was safe.

Before you left, you decided to talk with him one more time about this issue.

You shake your head, "Look Eraserhead, it's honorable to want to help out children, but you got to stop taking random ones off the street."

He grunts, "Call me Shota. And she was abandoned."

"She wasn't. She was just going to the store for her mom."

"That's child labor."

"No. Didn't you ever go to the store to grab something for your parents?"

He just grunts at you.

You sigh, "Ok. Just stop doing taking random children. You have a nice day."

"Give me you number and I'll consider it."

You froze, "What?"

He got closer to you which caused you to back up into a wall.

He blocks you in, "Give me your number Kitten."

You squint your eyes at him. You weren't going to let this man intimidate you.

"Why?"

"Because I need to be able to get a hold of my Kitten."

"What are you going on about? I don't know you. I'm not your kitten."

He chuckles, "But you are. The moment I laid eyes on you. That's when you became mine."

He pulls his phone out of his pocket, "Now either you give me your number, or you won't be leaving until you do."

"That's kidnapping."

"I don't care."

You huff, "Fine. You gave him your number."

When you got home you noticed a text from an unknown number.

Unknown: Hello Kitten. Text me your address. Tomorrow I will be taking you on a date.

You save his number under grumpy.

Y/N: You can't demand that.

Grumpy: Is my Kitten being defiant?

Grumpy: Fine, please give me your address so I can take you out tomorrow.

You think about it. Why not? He's a bit demanding but he is quite handsome.

Y/N: {insert address}

Y/N: There. You happy now.

Grumpy: Extremely. See you tomorrow at 6

You roll your eyes. You will just enjoy a date with a pro hero.

The next day, he took you out to a nice romantic meal. He wasn't a big talker, but he was a great listener. That one date turned into ten which turned into a full relationship.

After a year of dating, he proposed, and you got married. You had four children total. An adopted boy and girl and two more boys that you had. He did stop his "rescuing abandoned" children. And you lived a happy life.