Prompt: A sort of flashback to the one time Aizawa caught Izuku while he was stripping at the club.
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After writing: I don't know what I did. I just know that I did it.

Message for Wattpad Users: Alright, so these are all the prompts I have done so far. From here, Wattpad and AO3 will be updated at the same time.  As I am writing this, I will probably be slowing down writing them because I need to get my ass in gear to finish 'Hell Already Broke Loose Here.'

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You know, today I feel like reminiscing on the past.

So today, I'm going to talk about the first time Shouta caught me stripping at the club! I'll even do it like it's in the present!

Snip-snappity author!

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Stripper Club Age 13 (Don't become a stripper, kids! Wait till you have the body! Or 18!)

Alright, so I've been at this club for a year now, and I am one of my favorite outfits: a sparkly green swimsuit with black heels (which I always wear)

I stand outside the stage until I get my queue.

"Please welcome Mido!"

Speaking of queue, there it is!

I strut out on the stage, winking to all the old men and women before going on the pole and doing my thing.

As I am dancing, I pay attention to my surroundings because you never know when a bar fight is about to happen.

However, I discover something worst then Bakugo.

Why the fuck is Shouta here?! I mean, I get why because he is a pro-hero and suspicious shit happens, but why here?!

AND THE WORST PART IS THAT HE IS WATCHING ME WITH ANGER, AND I DENY IT'S SEXUAL FRUSTRATION!

An hour of dancing later, the moment I learn I can get off, I run to my room.

Yeah, I'm not facing Eraserhead.

When I hear footsteps behind me, I zoom to my room, slam the door, and lock it.

"IZUKU, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Shit, Shouta is pissed. I go to my bag and change while I try to figure out a way to get the fuck out. It's unfortunate this bitch is underground, and I'm too big for the vents. "THIS ISN'T FUNNY, BRAT! LET ME IN!"

You know, as much as I want to reference the 'I'm working bitch' meme, I won't because I don't feel like losing my head today.

Fuck, I have to face the music. With that capture scarf, he can get me in the hallway no problem.

Reluctantly, I unlock the door, and Shouta doesn't hesitate to barge in and slam the door behind him.

I am in danger!

Shouta looks down at me for a moment.

Then, he snaps, "Grab your shit."

Two can play at that game, " I do what I want, so no."

"Then you're coming with me without it." Shouta suddenly grabs me, and I fight back.

"LET ME GO!"

"I'm not having you lose your dignity to something as stupid as this! " Shouta wraps me up in his scarf and drags me out.

"YOU'RE NOT IN CHARGE OF ME, SO WHAT'S THE POINT?!" I scream as he drags me outside.

"I don't need to be to worry about you." Shouta drags me who knows how fucking far away from that bitch when he pulls me on a rooftop and lets me go, " So brat, explain."

"It's an easy way to make money and fun."

"That's until you get attacked."

"And you think I haven't considered that?"

"Izuku...do you need money?"

"Yes, and before you ask, I won't tell you what."

"Ever thought of getting an actual job?"

"It is an actual job. I have no idea what you are talking about."

"A job that I don't have to worry about your well-being?"

"That is purely your choice. You don't have to."

"But I will. For the bullshit I put it with you, will you consider it?"

"Sure."

"That's the best I'm getting so thanks."

"No problem."

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I didn't stop until I was 14 for everyone's information.

There's something to traumatize you for the next 24 hours!

For now, bye-bye!