Coochie! | bnha

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WE'RE CRACKHEADS BUT IT'S ALRIGHT

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It had been about a week since your convenience store robbery and you only got caught by the teachers now. Your favourite teacher ever Aizawa Papi was scolding you and your friends about the robbery and how you shouldn't do it again. Or something like that.

Who was Aizawa to you? He was like a father figure in all honesty. Remember when I said you were once homeless? Yeah you were but guess who helped solve that problem. Aizawa. He had took you and your mother in giving you a roof over your head and food to eat until you got back on your feet and for that you'd be forever grateful. So yes you honestly did think of him like a dad. The only person who knew of your background was Bakugou. You and him were close, like tight, like I'd sacrifice myself for you... well maybe.

So when Sero had accused you of fancying their teacher it was only expected, you were always talking about him and appreciating him, which you guess your friends took in a romantic way for him and that was expected I mean the things you said about him weren't always the most platonic.

"You can live with me. I mean until you get back on your feet you can stay with me." The melancholic man with stubble and black hair gently spoke, yawning in the process he softly pet your hair.

"Who are you?" Your mother asked from the floor holding you tight in her arms.

"Someone who wants to take you and your child in to a warm house." The tired man spoke holding his umbrella over the mother and daughter, his shirt getting wet in doing so.

The mother turned her child to face her, the look in her child's eyes making her heart wrench at the sight. The young girl around the age of five stood subtly crying begging her mother to accept the mans offer.

The mother stood up, her wet clothes sagging as she gripped her daughters hand, agreeing to the mans offer.

A few years later when the girl was about nine her and her mother moved out of the mans home and into a cozy house. In the span of four years the girls mother had worked her hardest until she earned enough money to buy them the house and things they needed.

"Mira are you even listening-"

"Yes sir Papi Chulo!!" You shouted out coming away from your daze and memories. Wiping away the tears that had secretly formed in your eyes.

"Stay behind after school Mira." The teacher quietly stated so only you could hear. Oh shit spooky.

"Yes sir."

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You gently knocked on the door waiting for a voice telling you to come in but to no avail so you knocked again until a loud sigh and a bored 'come in' spoke- allowing your entrance.

You slowly walked into the room making your way to the teachers desk where the man stood correcting some papers.

"You wanted to see me sir-" Suddenly the man got up and enveloped you in his arms, at first you were taken-aback but slowly you melted into the teachers soft touch. His scent was familiar and you happily breathed it in, a few tears welling up in your eyes.