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~(Y/n)~ "(L/n) sensei!" My ears twitched and I raised my head, my tail twitching with anxiety.
"Hotaru?!" The unconscious villain in my hands fell to the ground with a thud. "Hold on, kid, I'm coming!" I ran through the woods, panic settling in me like an anchor. Then the scent of blood filled my nose.
"(L/n) sensei! I can't find Hotaru!" Kaminari stood before me with a gash in his head blood dripping down his face.
"Go back to the group and get that gash taken care of." I began to run off again. "I'm going to get her, don't worry!"
-Time Skip-
A man held Hotaru's head in his hand. "Another step and the brat gets it!" I froze in my tracks.
"Wait, please don't hurt her."
Suddenly the man was down on his knees. "If you touch my daughter again, it will be the last thing you do." Shota had a fierce look in his eyes, one full of rage. He had his scarf wrapped around the villain, who was now stuck on his knees. "Are you okay, Hotaru?!"
"I'm fine, Dad, but (L/n) sensei isn't. Just look at her!"
My injuries were starting to catch up to me. "As long as the students are alright, I'll be fine." My consciousness began to fade away.
"(Y/n)?! No, stay with me!" I felt something warm and soft against my lips for a moment. (Did Shota just kiss me?) That was the last thing I remember.
Terms of Endearment:
His for you: kit
Yours for him:
Hero Costume:
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(Y/n) has always favoured golds, reds, and black. She wanted a costume that screamed danger and exoticism. She also happens to be very confident in the way her body looks, so the design of her costume doesn't bother her.
Weird Things You Say or Do:
~Aizawa~ Walking into the cafe, I noticed that (Y/n) was nowhere in sight.
"She's doing dishes." I turned around to see Mesuraion leaned over a table, looking bored out of her mind. "(Y/n)! Eraser Head's here!"
"Go ahead and come back here!"
As I walked around the corner, I saw (Y/n) take a drink out of one of the cat bowls. "Before you say anything, ask yourself this; would you want to drink out of a soapy cup?"
"Definitely not."
"Animals can't tell us their dishes are soapy, neither can they rinse it out themselves." She placed the bowl on a towel. "Every time I do the dishes, I take a drink from each bowl. Just to make sure it's completely rinsed out."
