fablesofkitkat

Reader in Bakugou POVs- attended middleschool together with Bakugou and Midoriya, quirk: psychokinesis but only activated with headache, in class B, Bakugou figures out you like him during training camp and tells you not to confess until you're both pro heroes. Hero name: Neuralgia. [Status: Currently, 3 povs are posted that doesn't correlate. The whole timeline has been archived for further introspection]

Reader in Todoroki Shoto POVs - part of the Dekusquad, bonded w/ Shoto during the King Room contest. Enjoys casual tea ceremonies with Shoto, exchanges haiku, you're also the Shoto's gossip buddy, he comes to you asking to snoop around about Izuku being All Might's secret lovechild. Quirk: your blood can grow plants. Plants grown by your quirk are the only ones you can control. Hero name: Vine.

[Status: archived - will post it again someday]

Reader in Tenya Iida & Midoriya Izuku POVs - Quirk: wind. Hero name: Gale. In Deku angst: Deku will fall in love with Uraraka. Shoto will be wingman coz he got an ongoing shipping war w/ his s/o and he needs to win. Tenya will court reader like there's no tomorrow. Formal and all.

In alternate universe: if Deku doesn't fall in love with Uraraka, his relationship w/ you goes strong. [Status: posted - incomplete]

Reader in Aizawa Shota POVs - Younger than Aizawa but not a student/teacher relationship. Quirk: sees the future crimes randomly in the expense of pain. Chose the support course. Just trying to make it work with the jerk of a boyfriend who KEEPS things to himself coz he doesn't like to worry you. Like mentioned, JERK!

[status: archived]

Reader in Kaminari Denki POVs - you and Denki crushed on Uraraka hard in the early days. Ended up being best friends. In Class A. Quirk: undecided. [Status: archived]

Reader in Shinsou Hitoshi POVs - Same year but different course: support. Quirk: owl features. Can sleep w/ one eye open. Can't rotate neck to 360°. Wants to be the BEST hero designer. Broke up w/ Shinsou coz Shinsou couldn't handle the relationship and you thought it was better to end it before toxicity arose. [status: posted - expandable]

Reader in Sero Hanta POVs: Sero fell asleep during the final exam due to Midnight's pheromones. Mineta dragged him away safely only to hit his head a few times. He's got amnesia. He forgets some but remembers you being his girl, which never happened. Quirk: Produce salt by drinking liquid. Hero name: Salty. [Status: ongoing]

Reader in Dabi POVs: developed a weird friendship with you. Hates you apparently but is dying to kiss you. Quirk: none. Civilian. [Status: ongoing]

Reader in All Might POVs: Civilian. Quirk: undecided. Long time s/o of Yagi. [status: oneshot]

Reader in Kirishima POVs: Civilian. Does not attend UA. Gaming buddy of Kiri. Worked part time waitress at a steak house. Kiri will habitually sneak you in his dorms to coughs play games.

Reader in Shigaraki Tomura POVs: the boy craves killing, met you who wanted to die. Quirk: unknown. Civilian. [Status: ongoing]

Reader in Hawks POVs: you own a diner where Hawks discovered outskirts of Musutafu. He's your regular. Quirk: undecided. [Status: archived]

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"Are you out of chicken dishes?"

   You looked up to see someone new. A man of average height with a slim and narrow build. He has feathery, ash blond hair, swept messily backward, with some of the front tufts sticking up in arcs above his head, notably thick eyelashes, and some faint stubble on his chin.

   His eyes are golden-brown and rather triangular, with two little black triangles just below his tear ducts, making his eyes somewhat resemble those of a bird. His Quirk is obvious with him having a set of large bright red wings with feathers on his back.

   He wears a black shirt with a wavy golden pattern like a ripple in a pond, over which he has a tan jacket with a high collar, the insides and cuffs of the sleeves lined with white fur, and black gloves. He has a red square-shaped lobe covered by a pair of yellow headphones.

   The steam from the grill is making you sweat. You grab a towel from your apron's pocket to wipe your face.

   "My menu changes day to day." You gestured to the display glass.

   "Grilled sardines?" the bewildered tone got to you.

   You put your hands on your waist and raised an eyebrow at the customer. "You got something against sardines?"

   "It's like old people food."

   Would it be bad if you leapt over the counter and started slapping this stranger for looking down on your grandma's comfort food?

   "Don't knock it 'til you try it!" You picked up the tongs and flipped the sardines. But you thought about people having different tastes so you gestured to the display glass once more. "But if it's not for you. . .  I do have 6 different flavors of onigiri."

   You watch the customer bend down to peer over the displayed rice balls.

   The stranger hummed in curiosity.  "Can I have every flavor?"

   "If you got the money."

   "I got the money."

   You let out an amused huff. "Then you can."

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   The first time you moved to Musutafu, you were shocked at how awful the food was. Not in the context of taste but more on the assortment of food served in restaurants.

   Where did diner food go? Where are the diners? Why are fast food restaurants dominating every corner of Musutafu? Seldom did you find diners who served childhood food you grew up with, but through the years, they've dwindled down til only handful had remained.

   "I want to buy 4 tuna mayo onigiri for take-out." The new customer ordered and you looked at the display, sending him an apologetic look.

   "Would you mind waiting 5 minutes for it? I'll make you new ones."

   "Sure, go ahead." The customer placed their hands in their pockets, shrugging.

   You light on the stove and shoved you hands casually in the open fire for a good five seconds. Slowly turning your hands for the flames to lick. You withdrew them away from the stove to cool. Plastic had coated your hands.

   There's an impressed whistle coming from infront of you. You meet golden-brown eyes.

   "Your quirk?"

   You nod. "Nothing fancy." You switch the stove off and proceeded to take out your bamboo mat roller topped with plastic wrap. You sprinkled salt on it and scoop sticky rice from the rice cooker with a flat square wooden ladle placing the rice on the mat roller. "So, you like tuna-mayo? It's the most popular flavor."

   "There's no chicken." He explained. Or complained, you could tell.

   That made you smile. Your new customer has a taste bud of a child. "Well, no wonder you liked this flavor best." (Amusingly, tuna mayo onigiri is known as chicken of the sea.)

   You pooled the rice into a small hill and dug a hole at the center. You reach over a glass bowl containing tuna-mayo filling seasoned with soy sauce. You spooned a generous amount of the filling and placed it inside the hole. You bunched up the plastic and molded the rice into a reuleaux (triangle with curved edges). You unwrap it, take the nori (seaweed paper) out, stuck the nori onto the onigiri like a tape from front to back and lastly, placing it inside a cute onigiri rice paper wrap with sakura flowers design.

   "That took you seconds." He complimented.

   "I am a grandchild of an onigiri maker." You puff your chest out a bit, flattered. "My grandpa could make them in literal 5 seconds. I'd blink and he'd be done." You prepped for the next one.

   "He sounds cool."

    You meet his eyes and grinned. "The coolest." Your face falls at the next second and you went back to making the second rice ball. "Cooler if he'd be less stubborn."

    "Oh?"

    "He didn't want me succeeding this diner." You muttered under your breath.

    There was a bout of silence. You hear some diners leaving, the children playing outside, and the customer tapping the counter. You're on the 3rd rice ball when he spoke up, "Interesting name for the diner. Herohero. Your grandpa a hero fan?"

    You couldn't quite keep your mouth from splitting into a smile. "He is Endeavor's biggest fan." You rolled your eyes.

    "Is he?" He sounded intrigued and a bit challenged.

    "He's a legit fanboy. Has his merch here upstairs in his room. My grandma used to joke about him leaving her for the Flame Hero."

    "How about you? Who's your favorite hero?"

    You're almost done with the last onigiri, fitting it inside the rice paper wrapper. You scrunched your eyebrows in concentration as you answered, "I don't have one."

    "You don't have one?" His voice sounded flabbergasted.

    You look up and smiled. Finally, you peeled off the gloves and started packing the onigiris inside a paper bag. "I'm not really interested in heroes."

    "You don't?"

    You shrug, and then punched the numbers on your cash register. "That'll be ¥800 total. They're humans with really good quirks or know how to utilize their quirks."

    "They save lives."

    "So do doctors and nurses."

    "They protect people from villains." He hands over his payment and you give him the paper bag.

    "Yeah, I acknowledge their efforts and admire them but not to the point of idolizing them." You give him his receipt. "There's nothing to it really, I'm not interested in them the same way I'm not interested in pop idols."

    "Okay then." He lifts up the bag and nodded in thanks.

    You bow your head a little and thanked him.

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   Keigo bites into a torigomoku rice ball. It has an oddly satisfying unique thickness that sweeps his mouth with its filling of chicken, carrot, and onion. Torigomoku. Chicken and Veggies.

   Somehow, it makes him think of you humoring him like what a mother does to their child. Gotta put some vegetables in their child's meal somehow. And that's exactly what you did.

   "It's good, right?" You beamed a smile at him, carrying dishes to put them in the sink behind the counter.

   He was sitting at the counter stool once more and listened to you hum to yourself. "What made you add a new flavor?"

   "You 'cause I gathered you like chicken. I'm glad you got to dine here again before I swap onigiri to a different rice dish." You heat your hands for instant plastic gloves.

   "But I'm not a regular." Not to mention, it's been a week since he came back here to dine.

   You looked at him for a moment, and he couldn't read the expression on your face. You smiled. "When you ate that first onigiri, back then. . ." You hung your head low and started free-washing the plates. "Do you know that no matter how different the taste, eating your first onigiri after a long while will always remind you of your mother's onigiri?"

   His eyes flicked to your face as his insides went cold. Keigo stayed silent.

   "You had this bitter look on your face."

   For the next two weeks, he avoids going back to Herohero diner.

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AN: Herohero is an onomatopoeias ( the naming of a thing or action by a vocal imitation of the sound associated with it). Herohero is the sound of flapping plastic which means exhaustion. I thought it was cute as a diner name to nod at the heroes being part of BNHA universe and to relate reader's quirk. I like food. This series will be food appreciation.

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You stretch yourself on the bed as you wake up, pulling a muscle on your foot. The pain is instantaneous, resulting to your curled position. Are you that old? Getting cramps from a simple stretch? You couldn't contain the groan and whimper escaping from your lips. This wakes the sleeping giant beside you.

"...whuzwrong?" his voice sleepy and gruff.

"Foot cramps."

His eyebrows scrunched up and with eyes still closed, he sits up. His hand padded its way blindly to your thigh, squeezing for a second and he props up your leg to his lap. He attempts to grab your foot.

"Don't you dare—" you warned Enji.

His hand is large enough to make your feet small. He cradles your aching foot and gently flexed it. Relief flooded you. The pain seeped away. "This is new. Have you been wearing tight shoes?"

"No."

"...are you sure? Your feet size grew after you had Shoto."

The heat in his palms enveloped your foot and you sighed in contentment. "I'm sure."

"Maybe you're low on potassium, go see a doctor." He mumbled sleepily, eyes still closed. Enji placed both his palms on either side of your foot, gently pulling the right side of the foot forward while pushing the left side back, then left side forward and right side backward; he repeats the twisting motion, working his hands from ankle to toes.

"No, you go see a doctor. You're long overdue for a check-up too." You feel drowsy once more.

"It's Touya who needs a check-up. His new burns looked terrible despite the hero suit you invested in."

Your eyes narrowed. "What new burns?"

His eyes snapped open at his slip-up. The grimacing look he put on made the misplaced anger in you fade. Damn, this crusty old man. When did he get so adorable?

You looked heavenward and thought of your eldest. You never thought you'd consider about whooping his butt, but here you are. "What am I gonna do with Touya? Why can't he be moderate with his quirk."

"There are new heroes every day. Someone will be faster than Touya. Or wiser. Or stronger. He thinks he needs his chance in being Number One has a limited time window. It won't be long til he starts to feel the ache in his knees, feel the clunkiness of his movement, or notice how fatigue comes easy to him as he grows old. Since he was a kid, it didn't matter how much he bruised himself up to complete a day's training."

"Sounds like someone I know." You lift your arms up at him, inviting him to press himself into a hug.

His head rests on your chest while his arms lift your back so he could hug your waist. Your legs are apart to make room for him and then finally, he rolls his body with you lying on top of him.

"Fuyumi also worries me." Enji opens up; his hand is on your hip, the other on your back.

You look at your husband, propping your elbows up on his chest while your chin rests on your knuckles. "Why? Did something happen to Yumi??" Your forehead creased in worry.

"Don't you ever wonder why our daughter hasn't brought anyone for us to meet?"

"Like a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend?"

"Yes." The grudge in that word did not go unheard.

You grin at his sour-puss expression. "One, you're very intimidating. Two, speak for yourself. How do you know I haven't met her special someone?"

"You did?"

"Well, not formally. There were no introductions. It was just me seeing them one time at the movies."

"You were at the movies without me?" His tone accusing.

"It was the time you left in the middle of our date." You sit up on his stomach, knees astride. You poke a finger at his chest. "You know I never watch a movie without you, there's no one to sleep with me."

His hands creep to cup your ass and you think none of it. You try not to. You and Enji are in your late 40s. You're in that weird phase where you try to second guess suggestive touches because of age. Will this lead to sex? Or not? You and Enji are a bit old so maybe not. Sometimes you and Enji don't feel like it but the habit sticks. It's comforting.

"You ever think of things we do while we go about our day?" asked Enji. He lifts you up a little for him to sit and he gets to makeout with you.

"All the time." You admitted, breaking away from his lips. You go back for more, your tongue felt small compared to Enji's.

"I'd be on patrol and remember your moans, or how wet you get grinding on my lap like right now." His kisses are controlled, not sloppy. For now.

You absentmindedly ground your hips on his thighs. Arms around his neck, a hand raking through his hair and the other scratching at the back of his neck. "I touch myself whenever..." You kiss his cheek, and proceeded to whisper in his ear. "But it's not enough— my fingers are too small and I miss you inside."

Enji has moved on to your neck while his hands pull your pajama pants along with your panties down to your ankles; you move a hand to wiggle them off. You thought wearing pajamas would help you and Enji refrain from sexual activities. It was a futile attempt.

"Can you imagine how warm and wet you are?" He suckled on a spot on your collarbone, stubbornly grabbing a bit of your skin to nibble. "What it does to me?" He palms your slit and the feel of his thick fingers that could just slip inside, gave you tingles. "It's a flood down here."

You bite the inside of your cheek, his smug smile makes you wanna smile too. "You started massaging my foot."

"Ah, so the noises you made were intentional." He pressed his lips on yours, his tongue winning and reaching the roof of your mouth.

You rub against his calloused hand wanting a finger to slip inside. When your silent plea is ignored, you push Enji down. Kissed his lips once, nails scratching from his chin, to his hears, down his neck, his furred chest to his stomach, edging the garter of his boxers. You tug his tank top upwards up to his chest. You smiled prettily, "Bet you make a noise before I'm done with you."

"Bet I could." Of course he won't back down.

You make him bite at his tank top and then proceeded to feel at his chest, the crisp curly hairs always felt good against your naked skin. You leaned down, laying kisses on his puffy pectorals. Kami, his chest looked bigger than yours. His nipples are tantalizing enough for you to bite and nibble.

His hand come up to his mouth to cover but you noticed. You raise an eyebrow at him.

Reluctantly, he brings it down and settle to gripping the sheets or a pillow.

His hard-on has been poking your ass so you settled your pussy on it directly, separated only by his boxers as you began to grind. Your hand trace lazy circles on his chest while you sucked at either nipples, the action addicting and rewarding with his hardening and squirming. The tip of his cock is peeking out of his garter and it felt so good against your cunt.

You rolled your hips chasing the feeling. He tugs down his boxers and fell into your rhythm, rubbing each other like a pair of horny teenagers.

It felt ridiculous. And forbidden. It made every sensation hotter. Even the noises. You stop grinding and you knew it almost made Enji groan in frustration.

You grab his shaft, smearing the precum on your entrance. Getting stretched out was something you savored these days and midway, Enji stopped you. He lifts you up and reached over the bedside table to grab the lube for his cock.

You're bombarded by mixed emotions. It stung your pride to need the lubricant but at the same time, your heart is soft and malleable because Enji remembered what the doctor said. "Fuck." Your eyes teared up.

His mouth lets go of his tank top. "What's wrong?"

"You know, I just—" You try to gather up your thoughts. "I don't blame you if you cheat on me for a younger woman. I don't want my body to stop making it feel good for you, but here I am."

Enji's arm is under your knees, and the other on your back, cradling you on his lap once more; you're very much aware of his lubed up, very much hard, dick pressing against your hips but he treated his lust unimportant and proceeded to kiss the side of your head. "You took it as that? For me, it stabs my pride to need lubricant. It's as seem like my skills is not enough to make you feel good as before."

"You're fine without the lube. It's me. I'm getting old and gets hurt without it for sex."

"Exactly. You'll be hurt without it. It's not like we can't fuck."

"Yeah, but isn't it a hassle for you?" You cross your arms, and let the tears flow freely. You wish you could wipe them away with the back of your hand but pretty sure the prototype humans on your hands would give you eye infection.

He chuckles and pressed another kiss on your hair. "It's pouring liquid on my dick, how much hassle could it be?"

"But it'd be easier if I was younger."

"Yes but I won't trade an old woman like you for a younger woman."

You slap his chest. "Hey!"

Enji laughs. Another kiss. "Fine. I won't trade my young wife for a much younger woman."

"I'm sorry for ruining the mood." You lean against his chest.

"You didn't ruin anything."

You give him a chaste kiss on the lips and then you put your weight against Enji so both you and him fall on the bed sideways. You press your ass at him and he slipped inside you, moving a little to bury his full length. He pressed himself closer, spooning you in his form.

"I have never imagined starting over with someone." Enji says after a few moments. "I cannot. To find someone new, or to break our marriage is the same as starting all over again. I cannot be without you."

You grab his hand and kissed the back of it. "Me too."

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You tie your into a halfup ponytail just as a kid was ushered in the classroom. She had bluish, off-white hair, messy and unkempt, which parted in the middle of her forehead. The little girl sat down and you began the diagnostic testing.

From the start, you had a struggle because Eri didn't know how to write her own name as well as how to read the time. She was also very shy and a bit fearful, widened eyes at your every movement.

You patiently  give her your instructions and by the time the test was over she got  15 out of 70 in reading. It was alarming. You slide over some wooden number blocks to Eri.

"Hey, will you help me with this? Teacher needs the number to be in order starting from one up to a hundred. Will you help me?"

The girl nods at you and you walk over to the parent, the father you assumed, who wore a black suit and his hair well-groomed, held back in a low bun at the base of his neck. You took little time to admire him and got down to work. He was sitting by the parent observation table the teachers placed at the back of the classroom.

"Mr. Aizawa?" You queried.

He looks up in attention. You sit down infront of him and slide Eri's test paper on the table for him to see. "This is Eri's results for Reading. You said she's an incoming 1st grader?"

"Yes." He nods gravely. "She is."

"We give 10 minutes for diagnostic tests and in that window, 14 of her answers are correct which is good. However, it does take her over a minute to recognize each kanji."

"I'm sorry for that." He bows his head to you.

You wave your hands to stop him. "No need for that, Mr. Aizawa. With the diagnosis, Eri would have to start at the very foundation." You rest your hands on top of Eri's test paper. "But I would like cooperation with you, Mr. Aizawa. If you decided to enroll Eri here in Padma, I need us to be in a partnership. I need you to guide her well at home."

Partnership. The word has been said to countless parents since you started teaching but this time, the word made you strangely shy for no reason.

His eyes crinkles as he smiled. "I'm a teacher as well. I am confident."

You flushed. "I see. So you probably know about the whole spiel."

He shook his head kindly. "I teach high schoolers. Grade schoolers are another level. Please educate me."

"..." Surely not.

He quirks a brow. Almost imperceptible.

You cleared your throat. "So, tutoring here will only have twice a week meeting but homework is everyday." You struggle to keep the eye contact so you look away for a second and then resumed. "We're going to build Eri's habit of doing homework everyday, let her choose a specific time to do it and try to maintain that schedule. I swear she will carry the habit as she grows up."

"I see." He sighs dejectedly. "We're really worried about her education since she... started late."

"Don't worry about it, Mr. Aizawa!" You try to reassure him with a smile. "There are many cases like Eri and give her a few months, I'm sure she'll catch up." You stare into his eyes fighting the urge to look away. Eye contact. Be polite. "I also need you to understand that Eri's progress isn't instant so as much as possible, we'd like for you to commit Eri here for at least a year, before we let her go." And then, you added. "Though, alot of Padma students kept going even after a year."

Aizawa thumbs the Eri's test paper thoughtfully. His eyes flickers back to you. "You don't need to worry about that. I'm fully committed."

You look away for the umpteenth time and then wrenched your gaze back to him. "If you want to enroll right now, we can provide you the enrollment papers and have her start her first day."

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"Would you like to observe for the 2nd day?" You peered through the door as you glanced upon Eri's dad.

"Is it a bother?"

You shook your head. "Not at all. This is the last time though. We need Eri to find her independence from you so she could be confident." Walking to Eri's table, you eyed Aizawa making his way to the same table he took the other day. You noted he was wearing matching socks with Eri with neko embroidery. Adorable.

He smiles and waves his hand, and you watch Eri's reaction to which she glumly waved back.

"Eri, we're going to practice your strokes okay?" You point a finger to the exercise book. "Follow the strokes for each word." The little girl gripped her pencil too hard and you tap her softly. "Hold it gently, Eri. There you go."

You heard a shutter sound and looked up to Aizawa, holding his phone up. "I'm sorry."

You shook your head. Parents would sneakily take pictures all the time. You resumed the instructions for Eri. "This time, there's no more guide for the strokes but you still remember how to do them right? You're very smart." The kid beamed at you, reminding you of reasons why you love being a teacher.

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You slide Eri's first quiz result. "Perfect. She's a fast learner."

"Time to celebrate?" Aizawa scooped Eri in his arms and then reached out for her quiz paper. He reads over your little note for Eri, and his lips quirked into a smile.

You were about to head inside the classroom once more when Eri grabbed your arm to stop you and then whispered to her dad.

He slowly nods and your heart started pounding hard.

"Would you like to have some afternoon snacks with us? Eri and I will wait for you."

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