#comedy?

It was a beautiful day outside. Layered clouds in the sky with blue peeking through and the sun was hidden behind the clouds so it wouldn't hurt to look up at the clouds.

You would've been in the mood to do so, if not for the fact that...

...

...that Monoma got himself hurt today.

On the day he was supposed to go on a date with you.

You had gotten all dressed up; the outfit that made you feel good about yourself, all your favorite accessories, and even a bit of help from Setsuna, Mina, Hakagure, and some of the other girls that offered to help, and what did he do?

Get one of his legs broken during training because he taunted his opponent a little too much. One of the more volatile ones, probably. Maybe Sato on accident during his Quirk use, or Bakugo. Maybe Izuku, he could get scarily angry when his classmates were being made fun of. Or practically anyone.

However, it was on accident. You knew he didn't mean to, that he looked forward to this date as much as you did. That he didn't mean to leave you hanging. That he didn't mean to...

Thinking about it more was just upsetting, along with the idea of him being hurt. Of looking hurt and vulnerable when he was confident and cute and strong despite what he always tells his friends.

You stood up, forcefully shaking off the gloom that had settled over your thoughts.

This time, you're going to be the one spoiling him and not the other way around, along with a sticky surprise.

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French canelés.

Freshly baked, still sticky from the bakery, and just-packaged. And, of course, paid for by Shoto's dad using his credit card.

You ran to the nurse's office while licking your fingers of the sweet goodness that somehow got onto your hands.

Running, running, running, oh hi Iida, running faster!

You slammed the door open to the infirmary, death-glaring at a robot who beeped before letting you pass. Probably the facial recognition made it do so and not your grimace.

The door closed behind you, effectively preventing Iida from scolding his way after you into the infirmary.

Unlike your rather violent entrance, the way you walked past the other rooms in the infirmary was rather quiet in comparison. Only when you came to a specific room with 物間寧人 next to the room name, you knew he was there.

So, immediately, with the sweetest smile on your fact that you could muster, you broke in.

Well, not exactly, but close enough.

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Monoma's eyes widened as he saw you. Windswept hair, slightly disheveled clothing, a bag in hand, and a smile on your face that sent shivers up his spine, he knew he was in for a lot of trouble.

"Oh... um, hey, darling! Sorry that I-"

"Date."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Our date."

A cold sweat ran down his body at your tone. Today was date day? Today, date day. And he had to stay in the infirmary to get healed up fully. On date day.

Oh, he screwed it up, didn't he?

He always did, like that class training battle where he got himself captured and was unable to do anything and his class lost.

Like the training camp where he had to stay behind to redo his tests and couldn't help anyone, and everyone got hurt.

Like the battle, where he just stood there and-

He was cut out of his spiraling with a jolt of pain as you settled on his lap and huffed in annoyance as you tried to find a comfortable position that didn't make him wince.

"What're you doing, my dearest? I thought you were angry with me!"

"I am." You responded curtly, opening the bag and revealing what he immediately recognized as canelés. You picked one up, the sheen of caramelized crust glistening even in the infirmary's light...

And you ate it right in front of him.

"These actually taste pretty good. The vanilla custard is nice, mild, and rich at the same time. The crust is crunchy, with the caramelization making it both chewy and crunchy at the same time along with giving it a slight burnt taste to even out the sweetness. And the pastry itself..."

"Darling, stop, please! You know I can't take anymore!"

He could feel himself drooling despite the fact that canelés weren't even his favorite dessert. Maybe it was how you described it to him, how your lips and tongue pressed against the pastry and the way you savored it right in front of him.

Doubled with the fact that you were on his lap, too? Torture.

"Well, I know one way we can share these."

"...pleeeeaaase?"

He saw how you tried your best to keep that angry face, to prevent the softness from breaking through your cold expression. Your lips trembled, but your eyes had already softened as you placed another canelé on your lips and held it there.

"You already know."

His posture relaxed at the fact that you'd let him off easy this time as you moved closer and leaned closer so he didn't have to move much. His crotch had quite a bit of pressure against it from your weight, though that was something that couldn't be avoided.

Monoma took his chance before you could pull away, biting into the pastry bit by bit before he pressed his lips against yours. Despite everything, the taste of your lips was always the best out of everything he's ever tasted.

With the way you melted against him, he was sure you'd forgive him in no time...

The kiss was brief, however, and you grabbed him by the shoulders to announce something.

"Two more dates this week."

Un-negotiable, it seems.

"I'm always up for spending more time with you, my muse~"

"You aren't sweet-talking your way out of this, mister!"

"Oh, but I can. Remember all the times I did so?"

The tension in the air all but disappeared at the teasing remarks he said to you, and the sarcastic but affectionate ones you said back to him.

If he could spend more time like this with you, just you and him teasing each other and eating desserts, he'd be the happiest hero alive.

But he knew you'd basically scold him to death if he did this on purpose repeatedly. So he'd stick with regular dates, and-!

"Darling! What-?"

"Payback!"

right here is a pretty cool stanley parable fanfiction being written by yours truly!

Some info:

Main ship: Stanley and The Narrator

In an office au!

Boom here's the fic summary:

"Stanley lived a completely underwhelming life, and he was fine with this.

One day he gets offered a job with a year long contract to work alongside a voice actor to create a book and podcast adaptation of a kids cartoon about a Bucket and Wacky Line, Stanley accepts this at the promise of more pay.

Unfortunately Stanley has to work with the most obnoxious Narrator ever."