𝑀𝑌 𝐻𝐸𝑅𝑂 𝐴𝐶𝐴𝐷𝐸𝑀𝐼𝐴 𝑂𝑁𝐸 𝑆𝐻𝑂𝑇𝑆 (DISCONTINUED)

[8] Minoru Mineta

A/N: I'm doing an adult au, cuz we all secretly hate Mineta, even if it's only a lil bit like myself. And you're a villain, have fun beating the shiz out of him, or not.

I made a quick swipe to the pro's ankles, earning myself a falling opponent. This hero seemed too distracted and invested in other things. Almost like he was in his own little world living a fantasy. Just before I pounced on him, he stuck his arm out, grabbing my thigh and squeezing.

What the hell!? Is he a fudging pervert? How the heck did they allow a pervert to become a pro hero. I almost cackle in amusement. But before he can reach higher, I use my other leg to harshly kick his face.

It immediately swings to the other side but he's let go of me. I bolt in the opposite direction, trying to make off with my stolen parts. I was planning on fixing up my car so that I could get out of this wretched city and move somewhere more secluded. And I didn't have the money, so why not put my quirk to the test.

It's nothing flashy, or big. Just the art of persuasion. Once somebody asks me a question, I can easily persuade them to do as I ask. It's helpful for people such as myself who want things they can't have.

But just as I'm almost out of the area, I feel myself being held in place as I attempt to step and fall forward. "Damn it," I groan feeling pain in my face. What the hedge buckets kept me in place!?

I look back to my right foot, and something the same size of a tchouke ball is sticking to the bottom of my shoe and the ground. I hear footsteps approaching before a voice speaks. "I can't even let sexy criminals like you get away," the hero says. "What?" I sweat at his nonsensical comment.

He crouches down beside my face as I push myself to get up a bit. He then takes my face in his hands. "You have such a gorgeous face, and beautiful e/c eyes. A shame that you're a villain. It really is," he says sadly. I hate this guy, he's admiring me like I'm some sort of brand new toy he got.

With his hand still holding my chin, I pull out of his grasp just before biting the skin in between his thumb and forefinger as hard as I can. This idiotic pervert deserves it. "Holy shit that hurt!" he shouts, jumping back, and shaking his hand in pain and shock.

"Good," I snark. I frown at him as I then try to detach myself from whatever this thing is that keeps me to the ground. As my hands make contact with the purple sphere, I can't remove them. What the shiitake is this thing!?

"You aren't going to be able to get that thing off for at least 20 minutes. That means me and you can hang out till the cops show up to take you away," he smiles idiotically. I really wanna beat the crap out of this perverted piece of trash.

"Go fluff yourself," I growl as he comes closer. "Fluff myself? That's cute," he giggles. At this point I just want the cops to take me away from him. He suddenly sits on the ground across from me, making sure to keep his distance this time. "What's your name cutie?" he asks.

I don't answer him, turning my face away from him. He obviously recognizes my denial and smirks. "If you won't tell me, I'll start touching you," he threatens and my face turns towards him faster than lightning. "Unless you answer all my questions that it," he points out with a shrug of his shoulders. I clench my fists, indenting my palms with my fingernails.

"L-L/N Y/N," I stutter in fear and furry. He has the audacity to threaten me with rape if I don't play his little game. And knowing the situation, I wouldn't be able to do anything about it. "What a pretty name for such a pretty angel!" he turns back to his kind persona.

"I'm the Fresh-Picked Hero: Grape Juice! But you can call me Mineta," he grins. I look at him with a scowl and my brows furrowed. "Alrighty, next question. What's your favorite color?" he questions, starting to rock back and forth.

"It's f/c," I reply shortly. "Oooooooo, that's lovely! I love f/c. My heart belongs to the color purple for obvious reasons," he says while stretching out one hand and gesturing to himself with the other. This idiot is a pervert, talkative, and a hero? Who took drugs when they allowed him to be a pro?

"Oh, I hear the sirens. I guess we only have time for one more question," he pouts. He rests his head in his hand, pondering over what he wants to ask me next. "What's your favorite food?" he asks, surprising me. "F/f," I huff curtly. "F/f is good too! I like ramen. It's simple to make and filling. Plus it's easy to add your own stuff to it too!" he gleams.

This guy is draining my energy. But I sigh in relief when a cop car pulls up. The officer gets out of the vehicle. "Hello Grape Juice," the male officer greets. "Heya! Got another pretty girl. I wish I could just kept them at my place and help them better their lives," Mineta fantasizes.

"Uh, yeah," the officer sweats at his comment. I'm eventually freed from whatever the hell that was and cuffed behind my back. The officer leads me to the vehicle and I comply without being asked. The officer talks to Grape Juice for a bit before getting in the car. "Bye L/N-chan! I had fun today," he shouts so I can hear him through the glass.

I turn my face away as the cop starts driving away from the scene. "He's a bit overwhelming, isn't he?" the officer mentions. This guy actually sounds sympathetic. "Yeah," I sigh. I just don't ever want to run into him again. But with my luck, it'll probably happen whether I like it or not.