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My smut book is also where I will be posting each chapter's lemons. Also, depending on the age of those characters, a time skip would probably happen to avoid anything weird or creepy.

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Tomura's head turned to you.

"And you," he growled, "the one who helped Stain kill pro heroes." You scrunched up your face.

"What's with you people and constantly reminding me? You're like a suburban white mother when her kid wins a soccer game," you said, crossing your arms.

"Jeez, everyone's so hung up on Stain, Stain..." Tomura slowly stood up from his seat. "I don't like it. I don't feel good."

"You mustn't, Shigaraki...!" Kurogiri warned. The aura around him changed at you activated your quirk.

"You're all no good!"
Dabi extended his arm and Toga drew a small knife. Tomura also lunged at you three. You pulled back your arm, ready to defend yourself. Next thing you know, your fist collided with the floor. The wooden planks collapsed under your punch.

"Please calm down, Tomura Shigaraki," Kurogiri said. You saw the Warp Gate diverted all of your attacks in different ways. "If what you wish is to come to pass, then we must increase the organization's numbers. Strangely enough, we're in the spotlight right now, so now is our chance." Kurogiri extended his neck to Tomura to whisper in his ear.

"Ooh, girl, what that neck do?" You said out loud. You didn't hear what Kurogiri said, but Tomura snapped his arms back from the warp. The rest of you did too.
Tomura began to walk past you and into the room behind you.

"Where are you going?" Giran asked.

"Shut up!" Tomura hissed out before slamming the door shut behind him.

"I don't want to complain about a client, but... he's young. Too young," Giran said while rubbing his head awkwardly.

"If that wrinkly ballsack is younger than me, I'm killing everyone in here and then myself," you quickly said.

"I thought he was gonna kill us," Toga said, a smile still on her face.

"He makes me sick," Dabi said.

"Would it be all right to give you an answer at a later date?" Kurogiri asked.

"YES," you immediately replied, "PLEASE BY ALL MEANS I'LL SEE YOU CHUCKLEHEADS LATER!!" You ran past the two and out of the bar. Where were you going? I have absolutely no idea and I'm the damn writer.

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Where did Author go when she separated from you? Most people would think the closest Burger King #NotSponsored (please sponsor me).
No, she didn't go there, and she didn't go to the animal shelter to steal all of the dogs and beat everyone's ass.
Instead, she went to Fukuoka.

"Miss Author," a woman said from the shadows of the back alleyway like all cliche villains.
Author stopped and looked behind her, seeing the backlit person.

"Miss Fortune," she greeted back, "Why are you here?"

"Your wanted poster is all over the media. 'Alive or dead', it said." The woman walked out from the streetlight and into the moonlight.

"You are in no better position," Author shot back, "I'll ask again. Why are you here?"

"It seems as though you've grown closer to my daughter. Uncomfortably so."

"And? What does that have to do with you?" Author turned her whole body. "You left her years ago. Why is she of your concern?"

"She is still my daughter and my right," Kamiko said.

"You are a criminal, like me," Author emphasized, "We have no rights. Not as people, not as citizens, and sure as hell not as parents."

"My husband died!" Kamiko stomped up to Author, getting all up in her grill. "You dare tell me how I should react? We all can't be cold-hearted sociopaths like you."

"You dare tell me the appropriate response was to go kill dozens of people, abandon your kid, join in the same league as villains, then vow to kill any heroes that stand in your way?" Author retorted, lifting her chin.

"I did it for my husband."

"No, you became the exact kind of person who killed your husband."
With an angry snap of her fingers, half of the universe was wiped out. Perfectly balanced, like all things should be. (Sorry I'm IW trash.)
A cheetah and a leopard appeared by her side.

"It would be wise to watch your tongue, Author Red," she hissed, "It would be a shame to kill off a very powerful quirk."

"And it would be a shame if you suddenly could no longer use yours."

The back alleyway flashed bright green before a scream.

~
You stayed close to the shadows, hugging the alleys like a lifeline. You were a dumbass, but not a dumbass dumbassy enough to get yourself killed.

"Where are you going, Doll?" A voice called out from behind you.

"Trying to find the nearest drug dealer."

"What are you exactly?" He asked. You stopped walking.

"What's that mean?" You turn your head to see the burnt eggplant-onion hybrid love child.

"You aren't a hero, but you don't seem like a villain either. What's your plan?"

"My plan is survive as long as I can free from the authority's grasp," you replied, "If that means bouncing from place to place like porn stars in an orgy, then so be it." He seemed mildly amused by your analogy, but you couldn't tell.

"So you're just fooling around then?" Dabi asked cautiously.

"This ain't a one night stand, Nipple Boy," you said, "Don't take it personally. So long as it doesn't affect you, you shouldn't have any problems."

"I have problems when people don't solely stay within one spot."

"Sapnu puas."

"... this is a verbal conversation, how did—"

"See you later, Nipple Boy, I'll remember you in therapy." You waved over your shoulder, beginning to walk away from him. A flash of heat is all you got as a warning. Blue flared up in your vision, and you barely managed to dodge it. Your arm got badly burned from the flames.

"Oh you stupid knucklehead chucklefucker, that's how it's gonna be, huh?" You said, standing from your kneeling position. The burning in your arm was nothing compared to the burning heat of MURDER INSIDE OF YOU.

You ran at him and he sent another wave of fire at you. You evaded the flames and came up under his arm. You jumped and swiftly locked your legs around the his waist, coming up behind him(🌚) and trapping his arms in a full nelson. His spiked hair brushed under your nose and you caught a whiff of it.

"... dude, what shampoo do you use, this shit smells good."
Instead of answering your question, he swiveled his hand. You saw his palm spark and you quickly let go of him before you were cremated.

You charged him again. He sent out his fire but you were faster. You crossed your arms in an X and started forcibly pushing him back. You smashed him into a building wall, creating a deep indent. You pulled his arms behind him and pinned them in between the wall and his body by pressing your knee to his lower abdomen.

"Impressive," he said, that smirk on his face again. "Didn't know you'd be the first one to make a move, Doll."

"Okay, just because you have really good smelling hair and gorgeous as fuck eyes, that doesn't mean your smug bastard smile will work," you said. His smirk only widened. "Yououououu fooule, youuou insolente couwarde."
He tilted his head forward, face almost being buried in your neck.

People who've tried to seduce you: 3 and rising.

Something warm and wet slowly trailed up from your collarbone to below your ear.

'THIS MOTHERFUCKER JUST LICKED ME LIKE A DOG.'

You tensed up, unable to process what just happened. When you felt a light pressure on your earlobe, you snapped out of it. You pressed your arm against his throat, slightly choking him.

"Alright 2013 Miley Cyrus VMA performance, you better tone it down," you warned. The side of your neck was chilly with cooling saliva.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself," he defended. You pulled him from the wall and flipped him over your shoulder.

"Well maybe you should learn how."

Before he could get up you got the fuck out of there.


Ja ne!

{Ruby Red}

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