You woke up with a slight hangover, but you showered and changed your clothes. Your dad called and explained what happened, which you weren't mad about. It was your stupid fault, after all. You went into the standard room with your chocolate-covered pretzels and saw some of your classmates hanging around.
"Don't eat those!" Denki yelled, slapping the pretzels out of your hand.
"Bitch he drugged my juice, not my pretzels, you moton! You do that again, and I'll slap you across the face like an angry deep south black woman from America!" You said as he looked at you, confused.
"You have never seen a black queen mad. You make my aunt Juliette mad, and you run," you said as you saw Mezou.
"Hey shoji, thanks for yesterday," you said.
"You got drugged, and you are fine with it?!" Denki asked.
"Yeah," you said, picking up your pretzels.
"Is it true your family is part of a gang?" Shoto asked, making everyone look at you shocked.
"A gang?!" Momo asked.
"Oh my gosh, you make it sound like they are bad people. Look, they did do bad things in the past, but they worked with the government to not only have no sentences but also clean the streets. They put away over three hundred people and raised me simultaneously! I turned out fine. Well, sort of, I never played with dolls. I never liked that stuff. So what if they have tattoos and scars? So what if they are not perfect people? No one is, and if they didn't teach me to be the way I am, I would have died a long time ago. My neck of the woods wasn't a walk in the park, especially being a girl. Do you know how many petafiles were in my neighborhood? You know how many disappeared magically and were never heard of again? Just saying my neighborhood was the safest despite having a gang running the area," you explained.
"So the training you do, they did?" Momo asked.
"Yeah, Juliette is the knife maker. She makes knives, is good at reading body language, and is also known at the dealer because she makes playing cards with "magic" and can make them kill people. I know my Russian cousin can drink excessive amounts of alcohol, but when drunk, he somehow mastered the art of drunk fighting, which I can't do well, but I'm going to work on it when legal. My aunt Lilly is the queen of making disguises and taught me much about makeup. Eion is a tank but a gentle giant and helped me with weight training, as well as my dad. My Aunt Grim is amazing at acrobatics and good with guns. My dad, well, he's good with everything except gymnastics. He's known as the destroyer. I have his steal knuckles," you said.
"But he's not your real dad," Denki said.
"Right, I don't have a real dad as far as I'm concerned; he's dead," you said as you ate your pretzels.
"What about your mom?" Izuku asked.
"Oh, she normally works at a K-mart," you said.
"Y/n, you got visitors," Aizawa said as Denki's mouth hung open with shock, and Bakugo dropped his toothbrush, not knowing what to do.
A man with hoves for feet came towering at seven feet seven inches tall. He had bull horns and scars on his face and arms. His shirt seemed to struggle to stay together. He had a tail and jeans, his hair was thick black, and a woman was ragging a wagon behind her. She could be no more than five-five but looked like a model from the magazine.
"Eion! Grim!" You yelled as Eion gently smiled.
"Hi!" He said, his voice was so deep it didn't sound natural.
"Hey, you beautiful bitch!" She said as she came up to you, and both of you head-butted each other.
Her skull was so thick it could stop the most potent bullets.
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Y/n one shots and explicit content
Fanfiction* Due to them deleting my first book due to violating company guidelines, even though my book has been on here for two years, they deleted it and all of the content I worked on. so 250k reads gone. It will be fun to see how fast this book will be ta...
