BNHA X Reader One-shots *EDITED*

Correctional Officer Izuku X Male Prisoner Reader *Edited*

A/N: This is set in modern times and you are not a murderer, rapist, or drug dealer. You are in there because you stole a car for a joy ride. You have to serve a month.

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If you knew that stealing that damn old racist bastard's car was going to earn you thirty days you wouldn't have done it. You even put gas in it! Checked his oil and everything! Honestly, it could have been a year but, with a good lawyer, clean record, and not damaging the car plus bringing it back, it got you thirty days. You foolishly thought it wasn't going to be a long thirty days but woooooooooweeeeeee one week in and you wanted to fucking die. You somehow managed to get the resident rapist's attention and he tried to make you his bitch but you stood your ground. You were not going to have a dick up your ass when you didn't want one. Consent is key and you'll be damned if your back door got violated because of some horny bastard high off of steroids. Of course, it earned you a trip to the infirmary but you didn't care. Your backdoor wasn't violated and you were escorted by the finest correctional officer in the whole damn building. He had an undercut and unruly green hair, green eyes, and freckles to die for. You can tell he was soft and squishy as a kid but he needed to toughen up his body wise and he passed. This man had to be '6"3 or '6"4 and normally you're a switch but you would be a bottom for this hunk of meat any day. So, naturally like the awkward freak of nature you are you tried to strike up a conversation. Keyword. Tried.

"The nurse will be with you in a minute." He looked you up and down and you smiled at him. He gave you a grimace shaking his head before walking out and going back to his job. You felt dejected but, put it into perspective. If you were in his shoes and then all of a sudden a newbie inmate came in trying to strike up a conversation all bloody and bruised you wouldn't be too keen on talking to him either. You decided to try a new method and tell him that you weren't bad. You were in here for taking a cranky old racist car for two hours and bringing it backfilled with gas and all of its parts checked. That was a couple of days ago and you somehow became friends with a guy named Spinner and the resident pyromaniac Dabi who were in there for a few years. Dabi tried to set his abusive father on fire who was currently doing time in another prison, Spinner was in there for robbing a bank. They both got in at the same time and were set to be free in a year.

"So you're telling me that they fucking put you in here with murderers, rapists, arsonists, and robbers all because you borrowed a car and brought it back in tip-top shape?" You nodded your head vigorously agreeing with the ludicrous situation.

"Exactly. He's a racist fuck and I needed to get somewhere quick so I borrowed it and brought it back! He overreacted! I filled it with gas, oil, antifreeze the works!" Unbeknownst to you, you were being watched and listened to by the correctional officer who caught your attention. He thought you were a typical rapist or wannabee robber but when he heard what you were in here for he had to check your files. He discreetly left and went to the files room looking for the newest inmates. When he found you he was surprised. You were telling the truth and never been in trouble before and now you had a record and were ruined for life. Yeah, he got that you shouldn't have done it but, jail time wasn't necessary. With a heavy sigh, he decided to stop ignoring his curiosity and interest in the inmate and decided to make a move. You were there for only 2 more weeks and he doubted very seriously he was going to see you ever again so this was his only chance. He left the room to return back to the lunchroom only to notice that you were gone and Dabi and Spinner were giving him knowing looks.

"Your bottom went back to his cell," Dabi smirked nastily making a crude gesture with his fingers and it took Izuku's training to keep from blushing. He simply smirked showing his fang he purposely got enjoying the momentary surprise before turning on his heel and going to find his little curiosity. Izuku was no longer that shy boy that everyone stepped over. He was a '6"4 250-pound muscle-bound man who took shit from no one especially his now best friend Katsuki. He shook his head not wanting to focus on him but, on the task at hand. He looked in the cells ignoring the catcalls, rude comments, and wolf whistles. He was used to it by now, both he and Ejirou got the brunt of it but, they both took the weirdly placed compliments in stride. Once he found his target he was glad no one was in the neighboring cells. He banged on the bars to get his attention.

"Hey Y/N." He smirked at the way the man jumped before grinning and flexing just a little bit. He took pride in his body and liked the way Y/N was looking at him.

"A-ah. Officer Izuku. How can I help you?" He didn't want to admit it but that damn smirk and fang were doing things to him that they shouldn't be doing but, here he was.

"I read your files and you really are a good man. You got another 14 days before you're out. Never been in trouble besides stealing a car for two hours and bringing it back in good shape. You just got the short end of the stick." You weren't sure how to react to this information. You were wary that he knew so much but, then this was potential for you two to talk possibly if he was single. You hoped he was single. And gay. This man better be gay. God, please.

"Yeah. I'm never going to be here again. I can't wait to get out." You started rubbing your neck sheepishly not noticing Izuku digging into his pocket to grab something.

"Come here." Maybe it was the tone but you found yourself pressing up against the bars. "Here." He grabbed you through the bars and stuck something in your back pocket patting your butt twice. "When you come out call me. I'll take you out to eat. My treat." He smirked showing that fang again before pulling away and walking away but, not before throwing you a look over your shoulder. Once you were alone you let out a girly squeal spending the next 3 hours committing his number to memory and wishing these next two weeks would fly by already.

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