Bliss of a Cure |(Completed)

Roommates and the Chronicles of Three Idiots (1 & 2)

I found this on Qoutev and I was surprised. I should make a part 3 of this dang it. This is to celebrate our success of taking the top 1 in the izukuxreader tag!

This story is about how Eraserhead, Seraph and Present Mic met!

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To be honest…this wasn’t a bad room.

For young Shuzenji (Y/N), moving in flat that was given by U.A. was something big and so fancy even though she knew that she had roommates. Funny, she was just fourteen years old yet she got to live on a prestigious apartment inside a big building.

Ha. The world must love me.

But all her thoughts fell into trash as the elevator dinged open, revealing a tired-looking man in a yellow sleeping bag. His whole body was tucked in what it seems a cocoon but (Y/N) digressed and gave the man a confused look.

What in the world…

“You must be (Y/N). Come in, I’ll show you your room.”

The man let himself fall to the floor as he crawled like a freaky caterpillar which (Y/N) stared in mixed fascination and fear, the expression that was painted on her face was completely unreadable. With a scoff, the caterpillar-like male turned to the girl who was frozen in her position as if her feet were planted to the ground.

“What. Do you want to freeze out there or what?”

The (h/c) girl quickly snapped out of her trance, giving the male a brief nod as she pulled her trolley-bag along with her.

What the heck is happening to this goddamn world?

“Here’s your room.” The man stated in a low voice, “This is where you’re going to live. Uh…you can go around the house if you want to, you wouldn’t get lost anyway. See ya.” Then he crawled out of sight, causing for (Y/N) to sweat-drop as she sighed.

“What the hell was that thing?”

“It’s a special specie of human specimen. It’s called Aizawa Shouta.”

“HOLY SHIT—“ With a sharp turn, the poor girl jumped in her fighting stance, eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown and hands were lifted in defense and quirk was activated.

“Calm down, (Y/N). It’s just me.” The long-haired blonde calmly said, raising his eyebrow at her. (Y/N) gave the blonde a look, almost frightened like a cat facing a immensely huge dog.

And I’m not even kidding.

“Who are you?”

This dude is really rocking the mystery here. Even called me by my first name.

“I am…your lost brother.” Then the weird blonde spread his arms wide as if welcoming the girl into a hug.

“…Well, fuck you too.”

He burst into a fit of laughter, loudly and almost ear-splitting.

Goddamn, his voice is sure loud.

“I was just kidding.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes in sarcasm, crossing her arms as with a huff. “No shit, Sherlock.”

“HEY, HEY, NO RUDE STATEMENTS IN THIS HEAVENLY 20TH FLOOR!” (Y/N) couldn’t help but to wince in his loudness, covering her ears in hope to cease the volume but damn pete gives no shit so it was no luck. Not even a bit of his voice lowered.