“Milk Meltdown”

Ok sk i have to announce something important, if you want me to do a request then please send it to my inbox and not in my comment section❤️

Explosive Love (Literally)

Pairing: Eijiro Kirishima x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Domestic

Summary: Kirishima thought being a dad would be all hero work and cuddles. He wasn’t prepared for your baby’s fiery talent… and it’s directed at him. Constantly.

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You weren’t sure how something so small could be so dangerously gassy.

Seriously. It was almost impressive.

"She’s like a tiny grenade," you said, watching from the kitchen as your husband Kirishima sat cross-legged on the nursery floor, cradling your giggly five-month-old daughter.

"A grenade that only targets me," he groaned, face twisted between adoration and mild horror.

Pfffft.

Another one. Right on his thigh.

Kirishima paused mid-coo, lips parting. “That’s the fourth one in ten minutes. I counted.”

You tried not to laugh. “Maybe she’s marking her territory?”

He gave you a look. “So I’m the chosen one?”

Pfffft.

“Yup. Chosen again.”

The baby squealed with delight as if she knew what she was doing. Her chubby legs kicked against his chest, and Kirishima caught her, smiling through the torture.

“She’s got your quirk,” you teased, folding a tiny pink onesie. “Only hers is less… hardening and more—”

“Exploding,” he finished flatly. “Her quirk is butt bombs.”

You stifled a laugh behind your hand.

Kirishima held the baby up in the air like Simba, her diaper dangerously close to his face. “Why do you do this to me, princess? I’m your dad! I’m supposed to be your hero, not your toilet paper!”

Pfffffbbbbt.

“NOOO!”

You had to sit down you were laughing so hard.

He lowered her slowly. “You know, when I imagined fatherhood, I pictured late-night feedings, lullabies, maybe the occasional diaper mishap. I did not expect my daughter to weaponize flatulence.”

You finally caught your breath and walked over, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “You’re still her hero.”

Kirishima grinned up at you, defeated. “Yeah… even if she’s the real explosive one in the family.”

The baby gave one final toot, this time small but powerful enough to make him flinch.

"…I think I’m gonna need backup."

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Blasty Brat & Baby Bear

Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x (platonic) Chubby Little Sister OC

Tags: sibling vibes, soft moments, light bullying, Mitsuki being a mom, grumpy x sunshine

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“You’re seriously making me babysit her?”

Bakugo’s scowl could’ve cracked concrete. Arms crossed, eyes twitching in irritation, he stared down at the chubby little girl peeking out from behind his mom’s legs.

Mitsuki rolled her eyes. “She’s your sister, Katsuki. And I have errands. You can either watch her or listen to me scream for an hour. Pick.”

He groaned like he was being sentenced to death. “She cries all the damn time.”

“I do not!” she squeaked, voice breaking halfway through. Her round cheeks were already turning pink, her hands clutching the hem of her too-big t-shirt. “You’re just mean!”

“And you’re a crybaby,” Bakugo snapped, already turning toward the living room. “C’mon, Baby Bear. Let’s get this over with.”

She blinked. “Baby… bear?”

“Yeah. Round, soft, and whiny. Don’t get snot on the couch.”

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At first, she avoided him—tiptoeing around, too scared to even ask to change the channel. Bakugo ignored her just as much, only occasionally tossing a jab like:

“Stop stomping, you sound like a baby Godzilla.”

“Why are you always eating something?”

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m not gonna cry with you.”

But Mitsuki kept forcing them together.

Board games. Movie nights. Grocery trips. He even got roped into walking her home from school once.

And slowly—very slowly—things shifted.

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She started sitting closer.

He stopped rolling his eyes when she talked.

She’d bring him little snacks she made (badly).

He’d ruffle her hair when she got nervous.

And when she got picked on at school for her weight?

Bakugo showed up the next day, leaned on the classroom doorframe, and said loud enough for everyone to hear:

“You mess with my sister again, I’ll turn your desks into kindling. Got it?”

She didn’t cry that day.

But she did tell him he looked cool.

And for the first time, he only called her “Baby Bear” once that whole day.

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"Just a Flesh Wound, Bro"

Featuring: Hawks, Mt. Lady, and Fat Gum

The city block was a mess—smoke rising, civilians scattered, and one suspiciously chill figure sitting against a mailbox like she was on break from a 9-to-5 at Chaos Inc.

That figure… was you.

Blood streamed down the side of your head like you were trying to cosplay as a crime scene, and yet there you sat—legs crossed, phone in hand, scrolling like it was just another Tuesday.

Enter: Pro Heroes on Patrol.

Hawks landed first, feathers flicking as he scanned the area. “Whoa there, sweetheart, I think your brain’s trying to escape through your forehead.”

You glanced up. “Oh. Hey. Want some gum?” You held up a pack with bloody fingers like it was the most casual thing in the world.

“…Are you offering me gum while actively leaking out of your skull?”

“Yeah, but it’s watermelon. So, limited time.”

Mt. Lady stomped onto the scene, larger-than-life as always. She squatted down, eyes wide. “Girl, are you okay?! You’re BLEEDING. Like, horror movie bleeding!”

“Am I?” You pulled your phone out, turned it to selfie mode, and gave a nod. “Oh yeah, that’s gnarly. But my eyeliner’s still sharp. So, win.”

Fat Gum ran up, out of breath but full of hero spirit. “We need a medic! Now!”

You waved him off. “Nah, I’m good. I’ve had worse.”

“You’ve had worse than a head wound that looks like a murder weapon?”

“Well, one time I hit my head on a metal pole trying to catch a falling hot dog. Nearly died for a bratwurst. Totally worth it.”

Hawks crouched next to you. “Okay, but like. Real question. On a scale of 1 to ‘you’re about to pass out,’ how conscious are you?”

You gave him finger guns. “I’ve got 3% battery and no charger, baby.”

“…Okay she’s officially my favorite civilian,” Hawks whispered to Mt. Lady.

Fat Gum was already wrapping gauze around your head like he was prepping a burrito. “You’re lucky we found you when we did.”

“Honestly,” you mumbled as your head slumped slightly, “if I die, make sure my funeral playlist slaps. Put ‘Stayin’ Alive’ on it for irony.”

You passed out with a little peace sign in the air.

Hawks leaned over. “I vote we adopt her. Anyone else?”

Mt. Lady nodded. “100%. She's clearly too chill to function alone.”

Fat Gum gently lifted you like a sleepy toddler. “She’s gonna be the most chaotic little sibling we never asked for.”

You snored.

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hii, can I request a katsuki x reader. where the reader is always sleeping but still keeps up with everyone/thing.

Hii! Absolutely, that sounds like a super cute and fun dynamic—lazy but secretly competent reader♡

"Nap Queen (and the One Who Puts Up With Her)"

Katsuki Bakugou didn’t understand how you did it.

Every time he turned around, you were curled up somewhere: on the common room couch, under a shady tree, in a sunny patch on the roof, halfway under a desk in class—you were like some kind of professional napper. The class had started placing bets on how many hours of the day you'd spend asleep.

What baffled him the most, though, was that you somehow never fell behind.

He’d catch you with your head down during strategy lessons, but when Aizawa asked you a question, you'd snap awake and answer it perfectly, eyes half-lidded like you were still halfway in a dream. You aced surprise pop quizzes. You dodged blows like you had precognitive reflexes. You turned in reports early.

And it infuriated him.

“How the hell do you know what’s going on when you’re always passed the fuck out?” he snapped one day, as you blinked slowly up at him from the dorm lounge sofa, still wrapped like a burrito in your blanket.

“Hmm?” you mumbled, voice thick with sleep. “I’ve got good ears… and Denki talks so loud.”

He stared at you, jaw tight. “That’s it?”

You yawned, then smiled lazily. “Also, I listen when I’m asleep.”

“That’s not a real thing.”

“Is for me,” you murmured, then gave a little stretch that somehow annoyed and fascinated him at the same time. “You worried I’ll surpass you in my dreams, Bakugou?”

His eye twitched. “I’ll blow you to hell in your dreams if you keep talkin’ like that.”

You chuckled and rolled over, pulling the blanket higher. “Cool. Just wake me up first.”

That damn smirk stayed in his head the rest of the day. And the next. And maybe a few after that.

Mha characters as dads 💥🪨⚡️

Genre: fluff

AGED UP AU!

(I didn't write so much bc i didn't have ideas and I was tired XD)

Denki Kaminari:⚡️

-Actually fainted when you told him the news, you had to stop him from short-circuiting three times.

-Will do his best to make you laugh during your hard times into your pregnancy and will not tolerate to see you sad.

-will talk to your belly whenever he gets the chance, you sometimes wake up to him talking to your stomach

-when you have morning sickness he will sprint out of the bed and into the bathroom to comfort you.

-He loves to make cute little nicknames for you, himself, and the unborn baby, he will call you his sea and calls himself men (yall get it? lmao) and calls the baby the result.

-You both agreed on having a water birth at home bc that was how your mom had you (in this au)

-When yall went to a doctors appointment he was really excited to know the gender, but later yall found out you was having twins. You swear you've never seen him smile so much since you got married.

-The day your water broke he was a pacing akward mess, he checked up on you every 5 second and made sure you were okay.

-You leggit almost put a curse on that poor boy when you were nearing 10 centimeters, even if denki was a hero and he'd fight dangerous villains and that stuff you'd never seen him so scared before (XD)

-When it came to pushing he held your hand the hardest he could, he promised you could squeeze his hand as hard you could. But only in a few minute's he was a whining mess about how you were breaking his bones

-When you two heard the twins cry for the first time he was a laughing mess while you were a crying mess, you got two sons.

-the firstborn son was named hiro and the other one was named mio, denki was the first one to hold them (Bc he had your permission ofc)

-Even tho he was awfully in love with his sons and would offer everything for them, they bit. And not even a little, it was like they were born as a wild animal.

-But even if the babies bit, shat, hit each other, cried at night keeping yall up the whole night and cried nonstop.

-He still loved them.

Kirishima Ejirou:🪨

-100% cried when you told him the news, he called everyone he knew and told them the amazing news.

-Always has his hand on your belly, even when it was flat.

-He will always lay in bed with you and blabber about everything he wants to happen (for example, having a girl, the baby being healthy, etc)

-When you had the baby it was the happiest day of his life, and as he wished for, he got a baby girl (not that he wouldn't mind a boy)

-you ended up on naming the baby ria.

-Always has his baby girls in his lap, he will carry ria in his arm and have you in his lap while stroking rias small head with tufts of hair.

-His mother's always comes and visits to help you out with ria when kirishima is out working.

-When you leave kirishima alone with ria she does not want to get feed with a bottle or that formula that tastes ass, she would much rather suck on kirishima's finger til you come home (even though kirishima has tried to feed her multiple times she still does it)

-When Ria turns the age where babies walk he can not say no to those adorable red eyes staring at him. He was a rich pro hero, so why not use it?

-He gets emotional when ria turns 8, he thinks about all the times when she was a baby and always looks throught the baby book of her when she was little, atleast two times a day.

-In the end he asks you for another child, since ria often gets "bored" and she "said" that she wanted a sibling (he completely made it up)

-You often wonder where ria gets her pouting from, when you remember that kirishima Ejirou is your husband.

-You still love them tho.

Bakugo katsuki:💥

(I rushed this, so im sorry if typos!)

-Is completly horrified when you told him you were pregnant with his child, he was afraid that he would be a bad dad and that he would do something wrong. It took you so many hours to reassure him that everything would be fine.

-After he began having more confidence about being a dad he bragged. He bragged about how he was the first in his class to have a child, how lucky he was and that stuff.

-His mom, mitsuki will literally barge into his house just to ignore his yelling and going straight to you to check up on you.

-When you're in your second trimester you have really bad mood swings, you will literally threaten him with a knife from the kitchen and he will just be standing a few feet away from you like🧍‍♂️

-At night when you have cravings he will grumble about how he will not get you ice cream in the middle of the night, when 5 minutes later he will go into the nearest store. (he loves you and you know it🤭)

-At night he WILL have his head on your belly while you're sleeping, listening for the babys heartbeat and movements. (He will always deny it if you catch him)

-One random night your water suddenly broke, you woke up panicked. Beside you was bakugo sleeping, his loud snores very loud (his father roots already showing)

-It. Took. You. Thirty. Fucking. Minutes. To. Wake. That. Bitch. Up.

-You shook his shoulders fast for about 30 minutes before he stirled in his sleep, after not so long he woke up groggily asking what was wrong.

-when you told him his eyes widened and his mouth opened as wide as it could. He was quick out of the bed and grabbing the hospital bag while being careful not to stress you out more than you already were.

-you got in the car and he drove to the hospital, his eyes quickly darting to you a few times. When you arrived he picked you up bridal style and walked right in the doors.

-Nurses gathered around you and walked you to a room where they sat you down and got you comfortable.

•timeskip to when you got the baby bc I'm too lazy to write and + I'm tired•

-when he first saw the baby he couldn't belive his eyes, it looked exactly like him, and brhaved like him too

-The baby locked eyes with her dad, looked him up and down before rolling her eyes and finishing it with a little scowl.

-That was when he knew she was his

"Operation: Loopy"

You were a strong, independent aspiring hero. You’d faced villains, explosions, and Bakugo’s screaming. But none of that prepared you for the wildest opponent yet…

…a wisdom tooth extraction.

You blinked awake, mouth stuffed with gauze, brain foggy, and vision blurry. The fluorescent lights above you hummed like a villain’s theme music. Was this Tartarus?

“She lives!” a dramatic voice shouted. That was—oh god—Denki Kaminari, filming you on his phone.

“GET THAT CAMERA OUTTA MY EYE SOCKET!” you bellowed. Or at least, you thought you bellowed. It came out more like: “Geff dat camma outta my faysalkit.”

Mina popped into view, laughing hysterically. “Girl, you sound like you’re summoning demons!”

You tried to sit up. “Iz dis… is dis my quirk? Am I… a duck?”

“Honestly? Maybe,” said Kirishima, gently pushing you back down. “You’re being super unbreakable right now, though. Respect.”

You squinted at him. “You got… rocks for skin. Are you okay? Like emotionally?”

“Wow, even under anesthesia, she checks in on us,” Tsuyu said calmly from the foot of the bed. “That’s kinda sweet.”

“I love all of you,” you mumbled dramatically, reaching for Todoroki’s face. “Especially you, Mr. Ice-and-Fire Cream Sandwich…”

“…I’m gonna pretend that was a compliment,” Todoroki muttered, letting you poke his cheek with your numb finger.

Bakugo, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, muttered, “This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen. She’s a disaster.”

You gasped. “You take that back, Kacchan! I’m a beautiful disaster.”

The gauze puff in your mouth fell out mid-monologue and Denki nearly dropped his phone laughing. “We’re keeping that. That's going in the group chat AND your graduation video.”

Finally, the nurse arrived to check on you, only for you to gasp and shout, “WAIT. AM I STILL A DUCK?!”

“No, sweetie. You're not a duck.”

“...Disappointing.”

Can you make a fanfic about class 1A, but it's Omegaverse? Like fantasy too. And reader is the only Omega. And that they have tails and ears. You can choose yourself what animals represent each secondary gender.

''Instincts Unleashed"

The wind howled through the trees, its chill biting at your skin, but the warmth from the bustling students of Class 1-A kept you grounded. Today was different. Today, you could feel it—an undercurrent of change, something stirring in the air, beneath the surface.

You had always been the only Omega in your class, and even in a world where quirks and powers were as common as the very air they breathed, being an Omega was still a rarity. Most people thought of you as fragile, but they had no idea what it truly meant to live in a world where instincts ran deep, and your body was constantly at odds with your desires.

You had animal features that set you apart from the others: a pair of soft fox ears perched atop your head and a long, sleek tail that swayed behind you, a constant reminder of your primal side. Your scent was subtle but alluring, a combination of wildflowers and earthy musk, and it had always been a source of fascination for your classmates.

Today, however, there was something more—something deep within you that made your senses sharper, your instincts wilder.

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It was lunchtime, and Class 1-A had gathered in the common room to eat. As you sat by the window, quietly nibbling on your lunch, you couldn’t help but notice the subtle glances your classmates sent your way. They tried to hide it, but the way their noses flared or their postures stiffened didn’t go unnoticed by you.

"Hey, [Y/N], are you alright?" Midoriya’s voice pulled you from your thoughts, his wide eyes full of concern.

You smiled softly at him, though there was a tension in your chest that you couldn’t shake. “I’m fine, Izuku. Just… feeling a little strange today.”

Bakugo, who was sitting across from you, snorted. "Quit being so dramatic. You’re fine, right?" His voice was gruff, but there was something strangely soft in his gaze. You weren’t sure if it was his natural alpha dominance coming through, or if it was just concern disguised as irritation.

But you could feel it too, Bakugo. You could feel the subtle shift in the air around you, the growing tension, the unmistakable presence of rut approaching.

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As an Omega, the instinct to submit during rut was something that couldn’t be ignored. It was natural, and while you had never experienced it firsthand before, you could feel it stirring deep within your core. The closer you got to the day, the more your body reacted to the alpha pheromones in the air, the more your tail twitched in response to their presence. It was always a silent, unspoken bond between alphas and omegas—an instinct that only became stronger as the rut drew nearer.

You could feel their eyes on you now, and it wasn’t just because you were the only Omega—they could smell it, too. The pheromones you released were subtle, but to them, they were like a beacon. Each of the alphas in the room was aware of your presence, and they were struggling to keep their instincts in check.

You turned your head to see Todoroki's eyes narrow slightly, his sharp gaze flickering from the corner of his eye to your face. He was a rare alpha, a dual-quirked one with the power of ice and fire, and his presence was both soothing and intense. His left side was the fire side, often tempered and controlled, while his right side, the ice, was always more relaxed, colder. But right now, you could see the flame in his eyes—a sign that his instincts were flaring.

The temperature in the room seemed to rise, despite the coolness outside, and you felt the heat of it press against your skin, making your breath quicken. You stood, trying to compose yourself.

“I think I need some fresh air,” you mumbled, barely able to focus on your words as you headed toward the door.

Before you could step outside, you felt someone close behind you, their presence undeniably strong. Bakugo’s voice broke the tension, low and gravelly. “Where do you think you’re going, [Y/N]?”

You froze, your tail twitching as the sharp scent of his alpha pheromones hit you hard. It wasn’t just the usual arrogance you were used to from Bakugo. No, it was something primal. Something that made your heart race and your body pulse with heat.

“Bakugo…” you began, but your voice wavered, a shiver running through your spine.

“Stop acting like you’re the only one who can feel it,” he growled softly, stepping closer to you. His hand reached out, lightly brushing the tip of your tail, making you gasp and step back instinctively. His touch was almost too much to bear. “We all know what’s coming. Don’t try to run from it.”

Todoroki’s voice was colder, cutting through the tension like a knife. “Bakugo, don’t push them.”

You looked between the two of them, your mind clouded with the rising pressure of your instincts. The scent of fire and ice mixed with your own, the pheromones creating a storm in the room that made everything feel so much more intense. It wasn’t just the rut—it was something deeper, something more primal than any of you had expected.

“I—I don’t know if I can control it,” you whispered, your fox ears flattening against your head. “This… this feeling inside me, it’s getting stronger.”

Your tail was swishing nervously, caught between the instincts to flee and the urge to stay close to the alphas. You could feel it now, the pull of your Omega instincts, calling out to their dominant presence.

“I won’t let you run away,” Bakugo snarled, his eyes narrowing, the heat of his alpha aura almost suffocating. “You don’t get to hide. Not this time.”

The air between you crackled with tension, and suddenly, everything felt so much more real. The ruts, the pheromones, the undeniable urge to bond—everything was rushing toward a breaking point.

You closed your eyes, your head spinning with conflicting emotions. "I can't…" you breathed.

Before you knew it, you were caught between the two alphas, each with their own distinct scent that threatened to overwhelm you. The weight of their presence, their alpha nature, sent a thrill through your body, and it was impossible to ignore.

But then, a third presence made itself known.

“Enough,” a smooth, calming voice interrupted. “This isn’t the way.”

You opened your eyes to see Todoroki stepping forward, his calm and measured demeanor cutting through the intensity. “We need to control ourselves. [Y/N] is right to be cautious. But we will help them, not push them.”

Bakugo didn’t like it, but he huffed, the tension in his posture easing, though the fire in his eyes never quite dimmed.

You exhaled a shaky breath, feeling your heart rate slow, but the storm inside you hadn’t passed. The rut was coming, and you could feel it—the alphas' instincts, your own, all pulling in the same direction.

And you, the only Omega, were the center of it all.

Question would you do a class 1-b of the explosive love or is it truly over? (my lungs have been full of laughter from it all)

Explosive Love: Part 7 – Class 1-B’s Babysitting Disaster

A/n, I added jiro bc, why not🫡

Pairing: Kirishima x Fem!Reader

Featuring: Class 1-B and Their Unique Babysitting Experience

Genre: Chaos, Crack Comedy, Baby Gas Wars

Summary: After hearing about the legendary struggles of Class 1-A, Class 1-B believes they can handle things way better. They don’t need a plan—just confidence. Spoiler: They were wrong. Very, very wrong.

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“We’ve got this!”

Kendo, confident as ever, waved her hand as she stared at the baby in Kirishima’s arms. “Class 1-B doesn’t need a fancy strategy. We’re heroes in training. This is nothing!”

Tetsutetsu pumped his fist in the air. “Yeah! We’re tough enough to handle anything!”

“You guys sure about this?” you asked, looking at your baby, who was already cooing and glaring in their direction.

“Totally! We’ve got teamwork! We’ve got brains!” Kendo grinned, a little too widely. “Let’s do this!”

Kirishima turned to you and whispered, “Should we warn them?”

You shook your head. “Let them learn the hard way. We survived this chaos. They will, too.”

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T+5 Minutes:

The plan was simple: Kendo would handle the baby while the others prepared snacks and games.

“Alright, little one!” Kendo smiled down at the baby. “Ready for a fun day?”

The baby gurgled and farted.

“Hmm,” Kendo raised an eyebrow, but she pressed on. “That’s a little... unexpected. No biggie, though.”

PFFFT.

The others exchanged nervous glances.

“That was... powerful,” Ibara murmured.

Kendo, ever the optimist, ignored the baby’s warning signs and decided to try a gentle lullaby. “Hush little baby...”

PHBRRRTT.

Kendo paused, her smile faltering.

“That one had vibration,” Ibara noted, raising an eyebrow.

“Okay, okay,” Kendo said, trying to keep her cool. “Maybe she’s just gassy. No big deal. Just... relax.”

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T+12 Minutes:

The whole team was huddled in the living room now. Kendo was still holding the baby, though the team had taken up defensive positions.

Manga began sketching diagrams of escape routes. “I think we need a plan B... and C... and maybe D.”

Tetsutetsu, trying to impress, stood by with a bottle of milk. “Maybe this will help calm her down! I’ve got this!”

The baby eyed him suspiciously.

PFFFT.

Tetsutetsu jumped back like he’d been hit by a rocket. “WHAT THE HELL?!” he yelped, clutching the bottle like a shield.

Kendo sighed. “Okay. So, we’re not handling this as smoothly as I thought.”

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T+22 Minutes:

Jurota was in charge of distracting the baby with toys while Kendo attempted a strategic diaper change.

“Jurota, you’ve got this, right?” Kendo asked, holding up a toy rattle. “She’s really into sound, so just—”

Before she could finish, the baby farted again. This time, it was a long one.

Jurota, who had been holding the rattle, dropped it and quickly backed away.

“I didn’t sign up for this! I thought it was just a normal baby!” Jurota cried, his face pale.

“I swear she’s aiming for me,” Tetsutetsu shouted from behind the couch. “I feel the pressure!”

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T+35 Minutes:

The room was now a war zone.

Kendo, the ever-hopeful leader, was sweating. “We need to regroup,” she muttered. “We need... We need a strategic intervention!”

The baby, sensing weakness, let loose.

PFFFT

PBRRRRTTT

PBBT-TSSSSSS...

Kendo held her hands up. “Okay! We need a team effort! Shoji, you try distracting her with your extra arms. Ibara, you handle the snacks. Jurota, keep it together!”

Ibara carefully arranged some snacks. “I don’t think snacks are going to help this situation.”

“I’m gonna pass out,” Jurota groaned. “Is she cursed? Is this a curse?!”

Meanwhile, Jiro was completely overwhelmed. “Guys, I don’t have a soundproof speaker for this level of... chaos.”

Manga finally gave up and wrote: “Subject: baby. Threat Level: Explosive.”

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T+45 Minutes:

Kendo had lost all hope.

“I’m sorry, I was too optimistic,” she muttered.

The baby looked up at her with big, innocent eyes and let out one final, massive fart.

Everyone in the room flinched.

“THAT’S IT! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!” Tetsutetsu yelled, running toward the door. “THIS IS HELL!”

“We... we didn’t even try the baby wipes,” Kendo said softly, defeated.

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Final Tally:

Kendo: Crushed by baby gas.

Tetsutetsu: Traumatized and refuses to even look at a bottle.

Manga: Analyzed the situation, concluded they had all made a terrible mistake.

Shoji: Vowed never to babysit again.

Jurota: Physically and emotionally drained.

Ibara: Retired from all babysitting duties.

Jiro: Still recovering from the sonic levels of flatulence.

Momo: Watching from the sidelines, unaffected, with a notebook full of new inventions for future diaper duty.

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When you and Kirishima returned, you found Class 1-B sprawled on the floor, completely broken.

Kendo weakly raised a hand. “She’s... a powerhouse.”

“She’s a menace,” Tetsutetsu whimpered.

“And we’re never doing this again,” Manga finished, his face still pale.

The baby, in your arms, giggled.

Kirishima smiled warmly, “Good job, everyone! It’s a learning experience!”

You nodded. “Yeah, let’s never do this again.”

“So We’re Just Gonna Pretend That Didn’t Happen?”

Or: The Morning After Y/N’s Brain Went Rated R in HD

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The sun was shining. Birds were chirping. The UA dorm was peaceful.

Too peaceful.

Suspiciously peaceful.

Y/N strolled into the kitchen in fuzzy socks and a shirt that said “Unbothered. Hydrated. Inappropriate.”

The moment she entered, everyone fell silent.

Mina sipped her smoothie too fast and choked. Kaminari avoided eye contact like she was a tax collector. Momo looked like she had spent the night praying.

Iida actually stood up and saluted her.

Y/N blinked. “...Why do you all look like I committed war crimes?”

“You did,” Jirou said, deadpan.

“You said things,” added Uraraka, blushing furiously.

Y/N grinned. “What, I spoke truth. That movie scene was art. Michelangelo could never.”

“YOU CALLED HIM THE ‘BUFFET OF SIN’,” Kaminari yelled, dramatically flopping on the table.

“‘Marriott of Sin,’ actually,” she corrected. “Don’t misquote my genius.”

Bakugo entered the room, took one look at her, and immediately U-turned out.

“Ohhh no you don’t!” Y/N called after him. “You ran from the boat scene like it personally attacked you!”

“SHUT THE HELL UP!”

“He’s flustered,” Kirishima whispered.

“‘Flustered’ is generous. Man’s one more spicy scene away from spontaneously combusting.”

Aizawa entered mid-sentence, wearing sunglasses and carrying two coffees.

“If any of you say the word ‘buffet’ today, I’m deducting hero points.”

Y/N raised a hand. “Does it count if it’s in context—”

“NO.”

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Later That Day – In Class

Todoroki turned to Y/N quietly.

“…You said that if your partner doesn’t make you ‘reconsider religion’—what did that mean?”

Everyone around them stopped breathing.

Y/N turned slowly, sipped her water like it was tea, and said:

“It means, Shoto… that there’s a type of intimacy that feels like you got spiritually suplexed by an angel. And you ascend a little. Like… you see your ancestors clapping.”

Todoroki nodded seriously. “That sounds… intense.”

“It’s the goal, my guy.”

“Is that a normal expectation?”

“For me? Absolutely. If I’m not crying and making dolphin noises, what are we even doing?”

From behind them, Jirou whispered, “I need a therapist and a new school.”

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Lunch Time – Revenge Plots & Regrets

Bakugo finally confronted her while they were eating lunch.

“You just had to run your mouth, didn’t you?”

Y/N blinked innocently. “I run my mouth all the time. You’ll have to be more specific.”

“In front of everyone?! While the screen was still fogged up?!”

“Would you rather I waited until after the credits and did a full analysis?”

He glared. “If I ever hear the word ‘spine is decorative’ again—”

“Say it and I’ll Venmo you $5.”

“WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?!”

“I’m an agent of chaos with a subscription to bad decisions.”

Kirishima whispered to Denki, “Honestly, she’s terrifying.”

“...Lowkey kinda hot though?”

“DUDE.”

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Bonus: Present Mic found out later and just yelled,

“YEAHHHHH!! YOU’RE SPEAKING FROM THE HEART, BABY!”

Midnight has officially claimed Y/N as her “spirit child.”

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To be continued… if Class 1-A survives her mouth.