Hi everyone! Welcome to my garden. Unlike most gardens, you won't find it filled with flowers or butterflies. Instead, you'll find one-shots and shot-stories based off of my longer fics along with chapters that were deleted from my longer fics.
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🌼Before you Read🌼
🌼For once, this is NOT a crossover which seems impossible since that's all I've been coming up with lately, but hey, here it is.
🌼You may notice a bit of old writing style in this. That's because I started this fic back in December of last year, so heads up if you notice a difference and stuff. It was just a fic that I nearly forgotten about until someone brought it up 😅 I just have a few parts to finish up before posting more.
🌼Timeline area...I'd say a bit after the Sports Festival, or basically, after the events of What Makes a Hero. But, if you've only read I'm No Hero, you should be good, especially since there should be LITTLE TO NO spoilers of the series, but is a canon story.
🌼Sorry in advance that the music cuts off at a VERY awkward place. It was the only thing I could find, and I thought it was fitting.
🌼I think that's all, so I hope you enjoy!
🌼Last Minute Babysitter🌼
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There are a ton of things I'd rather do than be with my dad all day. I'd rather go to the dentist. I'd rather be dragged by my friends to go to the mall all day. I'd rather have a concussion and be forced out of my Heroic Classes for a month. It was hard to say the opposite, that I'd rather spend my time with him than do something else.
Babysitting was one of those very few things that I'd rather spend the day with my own dad than do. Kids were just the spawn of Satan. I mean, one moment, they're looking all innocent, and the next, they're using their Quirks to ambush you, but you can't hurt them cuz they're kids! They'd cry the second they were hurt, and they wouldn't stop crying until your ears bleed.
I was glad I had no younger siblings to deal with. The downside was that I had older siblings that always wanted me to babysit their kids.
"Oh, come on Raiden, it's just this once," my oldest sister, Niko, begged on the other side of the phone. "It won't be that hard. It'll just be the triplets and my baby. The oldest will be at a sleepover with the neighbors, so if you'd need anything—"
