Izuku the Radio Demon MHAXHAZBINHOTEL

Chapter 4: Training Arc

Alastor and Niffty were strolling calmly through the woods with a destination in mind. It was rather obvious that he was about to show her his hiding place and introduce her to the line of work she is about to do.

After an hour of walking, they finally arrived at their destination. However, Niffty didn't look impressed.

"And here we are my dear! Our daily to trusty little hidey hole! Would you like to help me run it?"

Alastor asked with a flourish and his standard enthusiasm when he is about to make a good business.

"It's a dump"

Niffty answered calmly making Alastor's eye twitch.

"Listen here you..."

But before he could finish his threat, she launched herself past him and rolled up her sleeves, proceeding to throw an old-timey looking rocking chair that honestly made poor Alastor's heart ache.

"Wait, what the hell are you doing?!"

He screeched with his voice etched with worry as he hastened his steps to stand behind Niffty, who started literally disassembling his house all around.

She quickly threw out plant pots that had cracked, and she even threw out his favorite headless gnome, Richard.

(Richard Noooo!!!!)

But as soon as he wanted to stop her she send him so intense motherly glare he felt as tiny as poor headless gnome next to him.

"You wanted a woman's hand to help you? Now bear with it! Time to make here a general renovation!"

"The fuck she means general renovation?"

Alastor murmored to himself in annoyence. But she catched up to this quickly.

"And the hell is this? Some old broken piece of garbage making noise all around?"

As Alastor came up from his stupor the meaning of her words finally ringed a bell to him.

"No!!! Leave my Vintage Alaska's Radio alone!"

He yelled and faster than any eye could see he latched himself onto his radio with his legs and arms wrapping it in a cushion of safety.

(She won't get this radio as long as I'am alive!)

He declared in his head, but as he looked at the unfeeling, dangerous eye of the cyclopean maid, his hope for a better tomorrow vanished, just like it did for many people on October 24, 1929. He felt as if he had found himself facing unbeatable danger.

And like deer caught in headlights his proud ears slumped around his head and he froze like a statue not even blinking.

And this is a story how maid tamed a infamous radio demon.

/O/

As days went by, almost everything in the house has been refurbished and replaced, much to our poor deer's dismay. The damp-looking cabin in the woods was no more; it was now freshly painted and free of blood stains. Additionally, it was freed of the excessive amount of junk our radio demon kept. Finally, this place looked more like a pleasant house rather than a man's cave.

Even to improve mood of our radio demon our little maid buyed (Stealed) a new gnome for their little garden but Alastor was still adamant about the feel and it wasn't as antic as a previous one.

Taking his feelings into consideration, she promised that she would get things done. Now, he is alone in the almost empty cabin, as almost nothing survived the onslaught of the little cyclop maid demon. Currently, Alastor is lying comatose on the bed in the smaller room, clutching his radio as if his life depended on it.