Do I take requests?
idk make an offer I can't refuse
Was this a mistake?
Probably 😂
These are the awkward oneshots that I come up with at the oddest hours in the middle of the night.
I don't edit any of these cause that's a lot of work.
(I don't ow...
It had been a long day for class 1-A, classes seemed to drag on and on. An absolute snooze fest that not even Present Mic could find the energy to yell at the kids to wake them. This would lead to the next predicament, the bell for lunch had rung approximately twelve minutes ago.
Everyone but Sato had managed to drag their weary bodies to the cafeteria, so when Rikido awoke he found himself alone except for Aoyama. The blonde boy gestured some cheese towards the taller boy's face but he politely declined. They had another Hero Training class with All Might and Sato knew he'd need some sugar to help him come around.
Upon his rushed arrival he joined the end of Lunch Rush's food line. It wasn't until he reached the desert section that he discovered none to be found. He deserted his lunch tray and went off to find the few snack machines he knew carried sweets, only to come out empty-handed. He ran his fingers through his hair in distress as the bell signaled lunch over.
Sato reached the classroom and found that the last student other than himself was Midoriya. The greenette smiled and waved as he spotted the other approaching. And in the one second that they made eye contact, it all seemed to click, and Rikido grinned.
"Hey Sato-kun, how-GAAHH!" Midoriya released a scream as Sato proceeded to lunge at the broccoli-haired boy and bite into his neck.
The commotion caused several classes to leave their designated rooms. Multiple kids from the Hero Courses jumped into the fray and subdued Sato while Uraraka and Iida rushed Midoriya to Recovery Girl. Rikido didn't struggle when Aizawa's capture weapon held him in place.
"You said he was the class 1-A Cinnamon Roll..." A look of horror ran through Sato's body as he eyed you, the reader.
"What the hell is wrong with that kid?" Vlad King asked as he watched a kid he only knew as Sugarman stare blankly at a wall and mumble. With that having been said the teachers hauled Sato off into custody.
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I hummed as I tried to think of a way to end this similarly to the others. A quick, kinda funny death. This one seems a little darker, not all that funny. Also, since when could they see you?
That's when it started to make sense and I began typing the end.
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The officers bringing Sato to the station were uneasy as the teenaged boy muttered something about 'readers' and whatever a 'fourth wall' is. There was the low whine of how he 'couldn't afford to fix it' as he wiped the blood from his lips. When they arrived the officers were relieved that nothing like Truck-san took place.
Rikido was detained in a holding cell with another criminal. Dressed in varying neon colors and smelling sickly sweet sat a minor villain, handcuffed. It wasn't until Rikido got a good look at his cellmate that he spoke.
"Fuck it," And with that Sato found himself lunging across the cell after the guard left.
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