Right, before we start this, I'd like to thank everyone who commented, voted, and just overall supported this story. Hopefully the rest of the one-shots make up for the long waits, heh. :3
P.S. (Y/N) works in a preschool for this chapter, in the last one she was an assistant at UA
With steady hands, (Y/N) traced the bold black line with the sharp edge of the tool she was using. The laminated paper bent slightly as she attempted to cut out the ears of the brownish-black bat.
A pile of identical bats sat beside her on the carpeted floor, and she huffed as she struggled to cut out the last of them.
Distantly, she heard her apartment's door open, then she sighed softly as the stupid bat bent again and the blade of the box cutters slipped off the lamination.
"(YYYY/NNNNNNNNN!)"
Ears folding down, said woman neglected to respond, still struggling.
Those kids better appreciate this.
"(Y/N?) (Y/N!) (YYY/NNNNNN!!)"
Finally, with an annoyed huff, she rested the laminated bat against her leg, uncut part hanging only slightly off and being held steady by her hand. With the box cutters facing towards her, she started to slide them forward, and mentally cheered at her imminent success.
"Oh! You haven't been kidnapped! ... Why are you on the floor? Whatcha doin' (Y/N)?"
The last of the excess lamination was cut off, and in her excitement, (Y/N) threw her hands up in the air. Her tails beat excitedly, and the (h/c) woman let out a celebratory cheer.
"(Y/N)! What are you so excited about?!"
(Y/N) gasped in fright, having totally forgotten her husband had returned home. As she flinched, the box cutters slipped from her hand that was still in the air, and dropped to the ground, cutting a line through (Y/N)'s (s/c) skin.
(Y/N) yelped in pain and looked down. She had been sitting cross-legged, so the box cutters had landed in the space between her legs, and the blade had scratched her inner thigh. She blinked, still processing, when-
"OH MY GOD (Y/N)! WHAT HAPPENED, DID YOU HURT YOURSELF?"
Immediately, (Y/N) clamped a hand over her ears, and gave a small whine.
"Jeez Zashi, I'm fine, can you stop yelling?"
"YOU'RE OBVIOUSLY NOT FINE, YOU JUST SCREAMED. SHOOT, DON'T MOVE, I'LL CALL AN AMBULANCE!"
Now extremely alarmed, (Y/N) bolted to her feet and raised her hands placatingly, trying to calm the frantic banshee, while also praying her ears didn't take permanent damage.
"Don't call an ambulance! It wasn't even a scream, it was like a tiny little squeak! Nothing to get too upset over, I just need a band-aid or something!"
Calming down a little, Hizashi Yamada narrowed his eyes and pulled (Y/N) closer to him, assessing the "damage".
"Hmmmm, I dunno, I definitely heard a scream, and I'm pretty sure I would know."
(Y/N) blinked innocently at him, "why? Because you're always screaming about literally nothing?"
Before (Y/N) could react, Hizashi had scooped her up and started carrying her princess style.
"You know what? You're right, I'll just carry you to the hospital, no need to call an ambulance."
This time (Y/N) actually did scream, softly though, and it was mostly drowned out my Hizashi's laughter. The flustered kitsune squirmed in her husband's grip, then, using a free hand, smacked him lightly on the side of the head.
"Don't you dare! Put me down! Or better yet, take me to the bathroom so I can clean the cut and bandage it."
Hizashi pauses, pretending to consider it.
"Hmm, but I'm oh so concerned about you! What if you can't bandage the wound correctly and bleed out? Don't you know what that would do to me? You would really put me through that?"
(Y/N) shifted so she could glare at him, tightening her arms around his neck when Hizashi nearly dropped her.
"Yeah, I think I'll take that chance. Now take me to the bathroom or you're sleeping on the couch!"
The blond (it's more... canary yellow, but sure, blond) male turned on the stop, marching over to the bathroom.
"Oh how you wound me! All I'm trying to do is help!"
(Y/N) huffed, not responding until he set her on the bathroom counter. As he dug through the cabinets looking her band-aids and hydrogen peroxide, she gave a light giggle.
"Yeah yeah, I know. You're just a huge drama queen!"
"Ahh, only because I love you so much, and EVERYONE SHOULD KNOW!"
He cheered the last words loudly, and (Y/N) shook her head, trying to ignore the way her ears rung.
"Uh huh, love you too, now the hydrogen peroxide? Band-aids?"
"... nope, not the sponge-bob band-aids, the normal ones. Why do we even have those band-aids..?"
Yes (Y/N) got blood on the carpet, yes the kids enjoyed the bats, and yes, Mic got to sleep in the bed that night. Remember, if it takes me more than a month to add to this, feel free to yell at me. Also I might be adding a new story to Wattpad, a Danganronpa one, so maybe watch out for that? Alright, bai now!!
(Oh wait! One more thing, I changed Overhaul's prompt to a Hawks prompt. Sorry about that, I'm just not really comfortable with his character, and the actual abuse he put Eri through makes it difficult to portray him in a positive light. Hope that's okay! Bye for real now, lol)
