#bmhaoc

I plan on writing some more little short stories with these two oc dumbasses, lemme know if you wanna see them! ---------- “So your wife-”

“Partner” he interrupted without hesitation, a smile firm on his lips as he motioned for the interviewer to continue.

“Ah, yes. Partner. How did you meet her-”

“Them.” again, no hesitation behind his interruption but now his smile wavered “You would like to know how I met them?” The woman in the very pretty red suit gawked for a moment before nodding.

“Yes. if you don’t mind”

“Well” Alex drawled, leaning back in the too small chair and stretching out his long legs, looking away from the bright lights of the stage.  “I was not a hero at the time, furthest from it. I was working for some...unsavory people. I was in fact, a criminal.” There was a gasp from the studio audience and he allowed them to settle down before continuing “I was not a part of their group because of the want to be bad, no, I was just another person with a good quirk doing bad things to take care of my family.” 

“Of course” the false sincerity and understanding from the woman's voice made him want to growl, but he swallowed it down all the same.

“Swift and a few others had tracked my group down, They knew we were trafficking drugs amongst other things, so Swift had come ahead to scout the building out.” A rumble echoed from his chest as he gave a small laugh “They are very fast, yes. But at that time they were also very predictable, so I stood very still and caught them like very small bird. Tied them to a chair and warned the others I was working with before sitting with the then very new hero to make sure they did not escape” 

“Why didn’t you just kill h-them?” The man was very glad she had caught herself this time. Punching someone on live television seemed counterproductive to the reason he was here.

“Well” again he drew out the word, looking to the audience all on the edge of their seats “to be honest, I figure, worst case I use this hero as a hostage to get myself out of there. But...They did something I did not expect”

“And what was that?”

“They had compassion. Every hero I had fought up until them were arrogant, they wanted to win the fight, get their fame and go home...Swift...Swift did not think this way. They understood that bad people have not always been bad people, hell some still were not bad people, they just do bad things. Swift asked me why I was doing bad things, not why I was bad. They asked why I did not use my quirk to help others instead of harming. When I explained that the things I did were to help others...They offered to help me.”

“That was very noble of them” the look of awe on her face made him wonder if that was near the face he made at that time.

“It was. So we struck a deal, I untied them, helped them return to their team and gave over all the information I had which, at the time, was most of our operation. In return my family was given safety and security and I was given a job at the company Swift worked for.  A win all around”

“And that was when you fell in love with them?” He laughed then, a large booming sound that startled the interviewer and the audience as well.

“No, no not at all, I thought they were insane. I told them so at the time, I still call them Terror because of it. They are My Terror now, but at the time they were just Terror in general. When my partner says their gender is mayhem they are not wrong at all”  Shaking his head and sitting up some he continued, “It was only a few months later I realised the only reason the company agreed to hire me was that I was the only person to catch Swift without harming them and that I could speak reason to them. So when Swift was sent into field there I would go with to make sure that mayhem was at least contained some. It was an added bonus that we fight alongside one another very well.” The surprise on her face amused him, made him feel that if nothing else, that alone made this waste of an evening worth it. “When did you realise you had fallen for them?” Her words were genuinely curious but that question made him think a moment before nodding slowly. “Two or Three years later, when they made a meal for me. I had gotten very badly injured and was home on rest. I woke up at one point to them in my kitchen, not uncommon for our friendship at the time, but they had asked my mother of all people for a recipe to make for me. It...it was horrible. Swift is a horrible cook, you should never let them cook.” That made the audience laugh and he chuckled as well “I knew it was a bad idea when I saw them there, but the fact that they had gone through all this effort to do a nice thing, even went to special stores just to get the correct ingredients...it is silly, but it was then I realised why the world had made us find one another. I ordered us food and we watched some silly movies that they picked. It took me months after that to express to them my feelings, only to find out they felt the same way and had been waiting on me to say something.”  The room gave a collective ‘aw’ as he finished. 

It's your first year at UA, everything is new and exciting and awesome. Your class is great, you're learning about your quirk and how to be a great hero someday. It's a dream come true until the comments start.

One of the boys started making snide remarks about your body. He gets the other boys in on it too. You try to avoid their teasing and snarky words. Wear a bigger jacket in the gym. Keep your head down. Make friends with the other girls, try to move in a pack, don’t draw attention. One day you make the mistake to walk to lunch on your own. You knew better, but just this once couldn’t hurt right?  He corners you in the hall. You're too scared to move. Too scared to scream. You can't breath. His words are heavy and terrifying. Just as he raises a hand to touch you, you hear the call.

Wolf howls.

There stood the four most terrifying and beautiful young women you could imagine. All different bodies and skin and hair but all radiating confidence and power.

"How about you step the fuck away from her" the Raven speaks first. Tall and strong like some amazon warrior. Thighs that you’re sure could crush melons and a daring smirk that is perfect for adventures on the high seas.

"And how about you butt the fuck out" the boy snaps in reply, but you can see how he's trembling with how close he is to you still. He knows he has made a poor life choice, but he’s too toxic to admit it.

"I'm sorry," the blond speaks next, voice firm but not as loud as the first, shorter but still muscular, reminding you of a Valkyrie or shield maiden. Confidence chilled and a pose that looks effortless "that wasn't a request."

"Who the fuck do you think you are, teachers?" He does step away from you some which is an improvement. You shrink away a little more looking for a safe way around him.

"Unfortunately for you, no." almond skin and golden eyes, an amused smirk on her lips. A Goddess, the tallest of the four. Her voice is smooth as silk and her eyeliner sharp enough to kill. 

He took a step towards them and the last member took a step in response. Around the same height as the blond but thicker, red curls pulled back against pale skin, like a renaissance painting come to life. 

"You're not making a good choice" her tone was teasing and light, a playful smile on her pink painted lips even as she raised a fist in warning.

"Fuck you" he snapped in response, lunging only to be punched hard with a right hook, metal spikes breaking out across her skin like barbed wire digging into his flesh as she sent him flying. He hit the wall with a loud ‘thunk’ before sliding down to meet the floor, unmoving. 

The blond sighed then chuckled with a shake of her head. “You’d think they would learn eventually.” “I mean I would think someone would warn the first years by now” the raven rolled her eyes and turned her attention to you. Her demeanor changed, a hostile ridged pose melting away into something softer and more comforting “you good?”

You nod, though a bit shakily. Who were these women, why did they help you. You ask them still lost about the situation. “We’re the wolf pack of C3,” the blond supplied with a soft smile “this is our whole gig. Boys tend to think with them being big awesome heroes or at least up and coming heroes they can do what they want, especially to girls” “We have made it our business to keep them in check” the tallest offered with a small shrug “if they don’t learn that now, what happens when they graduate and get their hero licenses?”