Momo invites everyone over to a sleepover at her house and they decide to play truth or dare that starts to get a bit dangerous. After Todoroki's dare he starts to act a bit different and now in the morning things start to get really weird *I do not own my hero academia or the characters I only own the story that I wrote here* *Tododeku* *Kiribaku* *I do not own the cover picture I once again just found it on the internet*

(Y/n) is a 16 year old girl who has recently been accepted into her dream school, U.A. High. Her goal, like every other student in U.A., was to become a pro-hero. Though, upon entering U.A., (Y/n) finds herself facing challenges like none other. Especially after three of her fellow male classmates begin to take an interest upon her and start competing for her affection. What will (Y/n) do and who will she choose? I do not own any of the characters or storyline besides (y/n) and the parts of the story that I have added in myself. All the credit for the characters and original storyline goes to Horikoshi Kouhei. [pls ignore the writing errors, I was a child when I first started this story] ⚠️Slow Updates⚠️ Ranked: #11 in fan fiction 15/8/18 #1 in my hero academia 12/1/19

"Running diagnostics. . .Systems all up and ready to go. No misplacements or reconstruction needed. Model RK800, serial #313 248 317 at your service." His voice came exactly as you wanted, calm and soothing. Perfect for a negotiator. You were suspended in disbelief. "It, it worked. . . hi." "Scanning. . . Dr.(Y/N), creator assisted by a sliver of blueprints that were left by Dr. Kamski in your care at the time of his retirement. Hello, what do you need Model RK800 prototype #1 to do for you?" Perhaps a little cold and detached too, but what did you expect? You smiled gently, fiddling with the coin in your hand. "That's not necessary. . .and that model number doesn't really roll off the tongue. I shall name you." "Very well, although I would like to remind you that I am a prototype and that I am not a living being that is needed to be called by something. Ready to accept name." "Reminder accepted. . . Connor." "Hello, Dr. (Y/N). My name is Connor." You took his hand for a shake, him quickly reciprocating it once he realized it was a socially accepted action used by humans for greetings. Your eyes twinkled, making sure he took the coin even though he was about to question it. "Hi Connor. It's nice to finally meet you." |ConnorxProgrammar!Reader| Creator!Reader| Android & Human|Fem!Reader|