"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"SHUT UP, KID!"

"I'M TOO FUCKING HAPPY TO CARE RIGHT NOW! THE WORLD CAN CRASH, AND I WOULD NOT CARE RIGHT NOW! FIGHT ME, BITCH!"

The guy that just told me to shut up gives me a weird look and walks off. Welp, alright then. I'm glad I'm Monika and not Izuku! That phrase would have gotten me into some colossal shit. Oh, and hi! Welcome to the one time I'm happy in this poor ass excuse of a world! Why?

Shouta and Hizashi kissed!

It took all my energy not to start screaming right there because I would get myself kicked out and called out all in one go. I walked out with Nemuri following behind me. Once we were far enough, I screamed in the middle of the road while disrupting the entire world, apparently.

"WE FINALLY DID IT!" We high-five.

"I know! I'm surprised that they kissed right there! Though with what you did, I'm not surprised." Nemuri tells me, and I slow down, looking at her, confused.

"I was only playing instruments, Nemmy."

"For most of the songs, yes. However, for that last song, there was more to it. It gave me a tingly feeling in my chest like something comforting." Wait, what?

"Literally speaking or like a type of speech?"

"Literally. It felt like you did with your speech with Stain, but comforting instead of menacing." I stop. Wait, so I can adjust the emotions of my surroundings in more ways than one? "Izuku, how special is that song to you?"

"It's personal." Not something I would admit to usually, but I need information.

"I can tell. It's only that song that it happened." Oh, I get it. So if I'm emotional or passionate enough, it works. I'm not sure how I feel about that. That's why everybody was entranced by that song! Wait...

"Do you think it influenced the kiss?" Please no. Please tell me I didn't fuck this up.

"Probably. Zuku, what's wrong?" FUCKING DAMN IT! Gripping at my hair, I speed up. Nemuri has to lightly jog to keep up with me.

"That's fucking unfair to them! I shouldn't have had any influence at all!" I'm pissed off with myself.

"You didn't ruin anything. The only thing you did was speed it up by bringing forth feelings."

"I should not have been involved in that! It's their relationship! Having an outside source breaks the real meaning of it!" We arrive at the house, and I slam the door open. The headset I'm wearing under the wig is telling me that I'm becoming unstable or some shit. I don't care.

"Izuku, you're freaking out. Come on, calm down." I ignore Nemuri, locked myself in my room, and crash on the bed. Sure, I may be over-dramatizing it. However, that is still unfair to them. That is basically a fucking quirk that was used on them to confess to each other. I could give a fuck about everyone else in there. I'm worried about Shouta and Hizashi. Yes, quirk-use is all over the place. You can't avoid it. However, the one thing it should never be involved in is relationships, and it is. It pisses me off," Sweetheart, please open the door!"

I hear her panicked voice, but I remain quiet. Eventually, she sighs and walks away. I stay in bed the whole time in dread.

---

About an hour after Nemuri and I get home, assuming she is still here, I can hear Hizashi's extra excited, loud voice from here.

Too bad, I'm about to ruin that!

I get up, unlock the door, and head out into the living room. I see Shouta and Hizashi holding hands. Hizashi very excited while Shouta is ten times more reserved. However, I do see a small smile. I feel like shit doing this, but it needs to be done, or else it gets worse. I step out, and Nemuri is quick to notice me. She spins around and gives me a look before getting up and trying to walk over.

I take a step back to make my message clear: I'm doing this. Both men are swift to pick up on this change in my demeanor, but Hizashi is the first to mention it.

"Izuku, is something wrong?" He tries to approach, dropping Shouta's hand. Another step back for me.

"Yes. Sit down. I have something to tell you both." The trio is shocked by how straight-forward I am being right now. I have to be. No ring around the Rosie here. Everyone sits down with Nemuri sitting in the armchair while the new couple sits on the couch. I stand in front of the men, taking a deep breath. Shouta gives what I assume to be a worried look, but I ignore it.

"I am going straight to the point, so pay attention. I was there the whole time. Nezu was set-up to call me to get Nemuri and me out. We came back cross-dressed to watch. I was Monika." Shock goes across Hizashi's face. Shouta hides his better, but I see hints," Let me ask you both something: during my last song, did you feel different?"

Both men nod their heads. I continue.

" That's Stain's ability. I can do multiple emotions, not just menacing. I have only discovered that from Nemuri today." Now there is the shock on Shouta's face. Now, time for the painful part.

I get on my hands and knees and bow.

"I am sorry for influencing both of you in that way. Neither of you deserve it, and it is unfair for you two as you should be able to do it naturally without anything affecting it. You should be able to control your relationship, yet I screwed it up. I basically broke nature. I'm sorry."

There is complete silence in the room. That is expected because, while I can say sorry, I never bow. I never even bow to my mother. Yet, here I am, on my hands and knees in front of the two of them, apologizing. Also, they recently learned a new effect of my ability that affected them. That's a lot to process.

I can feel the weight in the air for a minute. I curse my fidgety habits as I stayed in position the whole time. Then, I feel myself lifted on the couch, being smothered in leather. It takes all my effort not to growl because I know it's Hizashi as Shouta already took his jacket off. Probably hated the damn thing anyway. Hizashi hugs me tight, then pulls back and forces me to look him in the eyes. Good thing he knows not to hold me too long.

"Sorry, little listener! It took me a minute to recover after you did that! Didn't think you could do that!"

"Move on before I start regretting my decisions." I'm just being honest.

"Right. Izuku, your ability didn't make us fall in love with each other. It might have encouraged the kiss a little, I will admit to that. However, it was going to happen anyway! You were just speeding it up. If anything, you made the moment more special and romantic! Please don't dwell on this because you did nothing wrong! Well, besides stalking us, but that's a given."

"Actually, the show was planned before y'all's date; therefore, you were intruding on my show. Why you think I did it today?"

"You really thought this through."

"I fucking hope so." I turn to face Shouta, him looking...I don't know how to describe it if I may be honest.

"Of all the things you can and should worry about, you worry about that? I appreciate the worry about our relationship, but I don't mind either."

"It isn't worrying, dumbass. It's called being civil." Nemuri smirks.

"You were worried." Called out to the max.

"I regret this! Good fucking night!" I get up and start walking off. That plan goes out the window when I feel familiar scarves wrap around me and pull me against the owner, forcing me to spin around and look up at them.

Shouta says," Sorry, Izuku. Apology accepted. Don't worry about it, alright, kid? I seriously do appreciate it."

"Yeah, yeah, let me go before I ruin your scarf. Why do you even have it? I thought I forbid it on the date."

"I picked it up at the door."

"That sounds inconvenient."

"It's comfortable."

"I don't know how, but alright then. Let me go." Shouta finally lets go of me. Flipping them off, I walk back to my room and work on something. Probably those stupid nanobots. I hear talking outside the door until it goes silent. Hizashi and Nemuri must have left, and Shouta probably had patrol.

Good thing I'm busy instead of starting to blast music or Shouta, and I would be homeless.

---

Fuck nanobots.

On the bright side, I got them working! Now I need a machine that can make these bitches nonstop!

Oh, I have never explained nanobots have I? Basically, they are midget bots that are less than an inch(2.54 cm) in size. They work together to make whatever you imagine. It is based on the movie Big Hero 6 when this kid builds it because robot fighting is illegal. Too bad the brother dies like right after he shows it up, but hopefully that won't happen to Shouta!

I like how I go from explaining nanobots to talking about a dead brother. It's almost impressive where my mind goes.

Almost.

Anyway, I built this as a shield when I don't have CAT to defend myself. In addition, I can turn it into an elevator and skip climbing the stairs like the lazy fuck I wish I can be! I probably will end up jumping off halfway and climbing the stairs, though, as I have way too much energy for my own good. Either way, it will be useful for mobility and shielding myself. I still need to build something offensively, and I'm not sticking with a taser I developed as an eight-year-old me. I can make a much better one now, and that bitch might explode.

The little nanobot I built took me twelve flipping hours to create! I need thousands of these suckers for it to be useful! I have to build the machine to make them for me so I can waste my time elsewhere! At least they are cheap and easily programmable. Believe it or not, I only use solid plastic with a chip inside and foam to get it to work! They are easily sacrificial, so I didn't want to use something too expensive. I have a machine that can do that already as I was using it for something else I rather not talk about. It won't be sitting in the junk drawer anymore. I just have to reprogram it! I sit at my desk and get to work.

I don't know how long I have been there, but it must have been a while because I hear footsteps enter my room. A normal person should be suspicious, but the security dog/cat here didn't react, so I'm not too worried. Then, I feel a hand on top of my head, kneading my hair slowly. Damn, man, for knowing my weakness!

"Bedtime." Shouta states. He has grown so much. He doesn't even ask why I am awake anymore! I check the time, and it is two in the morning. Expected. Then we wake up at four-thirty to work out as he hopes I slow down from it.

Like that has worked out so far.

"Can I skip sleeping tonight?" I ask. I can sleep for about two hours every other day and still be able to take over the world. I hear him sigh, continuing the motion on my head. It slowly calms me down.

"No. You skipped last night, remember?"

"But that was last night."

"And that accumulates to tonight. You say my self-preservation sucks, yet you get less sleep than me."

"I still have energy, unlike you."

"That is true, but you are still short." I spin around in the chair and punch him in the stomach. Too bad he is used to it. He takes a breath.

"Bitch, stop calling me fucking short. This is like the third time in the past 24 hours."

"That is your fault for drinking and smoking at your age. Probably why you can't sleep now."

"Actually, I sleep better now than I did as a kid. I only slept an hour as a kid."

"...what?"

"You heard me, emo."

". . ." I feel him grip my hair, pull me up, and drag me to bed.

"Ow ow ow, easy on the curls!" He forces me on the bed. Then, he crawls beside me and focuses on petting me again. He completely ignores my pain and suffering.

"I swear you're building up an immunity."

"I mean, you use it all the time in hopes of shutting me the fuck up. That obviously doesn't work sometimes."

"Maybe because you talk too much."

"In case you haven't noticed, I already know."

"Yet, you don't fix it."

"I have! I don't mutter like a psychopath like I did as a kid anymore!"

"You did that?"

"Yeah. I was a pushover as a kid, so I knocked it out. But I used to cover my mouth with my hand and mutter. You couldn't hear it unless you were right next to me and listening for it, but it helped with remembering. Bakugo called it weird along with my other habits, so I kicked it." I think I caught Shouta's interest because he hasn't told me to shut up yet.

"You haven't talked about your childhood."

"Why would I? Not like you talked about yours either."

"That is true. I assume with a response like that, I'm not going to get much more information on it?"

"Depends, what do you want to know?" Shouta looks at me with shock but goes neutral again as he massages my scalp gently.

"Was it something you needed at the time?" That takes a moment of thinking before responding.

"If I mutter, it helped me focus instead of bouncing around to multiple things. It was really for focusing reasons, not really for memorization. I also did this thing with my hands, where I did hand signals to help focus as well. I don't do any of that anymore. I can focus now, at least."

"I deny because you can't focus on me telling you to stay out of trouble."

"Sho, that's a choice."

"...shut up and go to sleep."

"Can I give you a back massage? I don't want to sleep yet."

"Will you go to sleep after?"

"Yes."

"...fine."

You know it's sad when you and your brother/bestie end up sharing a bed more often than you want to admit.

It's weird.

At least we don't cuddle!