camboy and his daddy / kamisero

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How had this all began? Two weeks ago, the signs had all gone unnoticed.

Two weeks ago, Monday to be exact, the landlord had first spoken to the priest, Leaned adoringly over his desk, elbows propped up as his hands held his cheeks, black hair fogging his line of sight.

"cuanto hablas inglés, Aizawa?"

"Fuck, shit, bitch, whore, cunt, slut, bastard, mother-fucker."

"Bueno ... necesita algo de trabajo."

Just then the rather loud, blond, Yamada rushed past them, a gun smuggled behind his back. "morning."

"Buenos días"

Yamada had soon disappeared, only for another two set of familiar faces to step in.

"why are you constantly violating your parole orders?"

"because, I am extremely lonely, and crave human contact, even if it's the simple touch of handcuffs being locked, I am deprived of all feeling except slate and sad, everyday is another day like the last, you have no idea how lonely I am. But that's how it is, on this bitch of an earth... I can't-"

The monologue was broken by a loud set of moans from Sero's apartment.

"Denki sure does wine alot for his age." Iida pondered, "he's very loud as well. Do you think Sero is..."

"beating him? please Sero's like a father to him." Todoroki retorted.

"I'd appericate it if they'd shut their mouths. I mean who here hasn't been abused before!?" Monoma forced a sharp laugh, holding a singular rose, tears rolling down his cheeks and onto his black suit and tie.

"what's gotten into him."

"yeah, gees who died?"

"FUCK OFF YOU KNOW WHO DIED, YOU WHORE." The quirk thief wailed out before storming off.

It had happened a few moths ago

"𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘶, 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦?"

"𝘸𝘦'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘪𝘥𝘴."

"𝘣𝘶𝘵... 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘥𝘴."

"𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘢, 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘪𝘥𝘴."

"𝘰-𝘰𝘩"

The innkeeper hung his head, a comforting hand patted his shoulder. "You know Aizawa you wouldn't be sad if you had Christ in you life!"

"¿es Cristo tu culo?"

"Aizawa... I-i speak fluent Spanish."

"oui"

"that...That is french."

Aizawa just shrugs.

More strange noises can be heard from Sero's apartment, the people who live there have learned to tune it out.

Bakugou walked into the building his head turning to look at his landlord

"Fucking taco, better learn to speak American" he mumbles quietly to himself.

The man of Christ's eyebrows raise at this, he looks at Aizawa who was so lost in thought he didnt hear anything.

Yamada quickly returned to his room, hiding the semi-automatic before his daughter would return, as soon as it was under his pillow he hears.

"HEY WHATS UP DAD FDHGFDRTUIJHGFDSCVBJYTGH"

"Back from your mom's so soon, Honey?" Mic forced out a smile, having yet to snort his daily line.

"I love glitter and bows!" She cackled before bolting into her own room.

"soon..." Yamada mused, leaving the apartment.