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Fridays.
For the last year and a half, you've looked forward to Fridays.
Fridays brought free tacos at work, trash day (great to clean out your cats’ litter box), it brought the end of the work week, the start of the weekend and, of course; your quirkless support group.
Sure, at first, you thought it was fucking stupid. Quirklessness wasn’t fucking alcoholism or a porn addiction- but…
But, like, then DEKU, the number one hero of all people, publicly became the leader of the therapy group, and you were totally going to sell a signature or some shit and get a new phone out of it-
But damn it, it was NICE. It was nice to have people who understood you, who listened. And, it wasn’t a shitty feel-fest at the community center either!
Once a week, you and seven comrades (plus Deku) met at a bar, got as close to shitfaced as Deku would allow (he had a THING about making sure you all made it home safe- you guessed the whole “hero” thing didn’t really come with an off switch.
You slid into the booth next to the hero- he was always here early, and you’d gotten off early as well.
“Ah! (Y/N)! I’m glad you’re here!” The freckled hero grinned wide, and tilted his head. “You didn’t skip dinner right?”
“No, DAD, I didn’t skip dinner.” You rolled your eyes. “Free Tacos are too good to pass up,” you snickered. “What about you?”
“Well, actually, I went out with a friend! I actually have a surprise for the whole group!” he gestured to the bathroom near the back. “He’s just changing out of his hero suit- couldn’t get time to step home and be here before everyone else got here.” Deku smiled, just as the bathroom door opened.
There, in all of his six-foot-five, massive muscled- glory, was the “one in a million” hero- Lemillion. He wore a royal blue cable knit sweater with a v-neck that showed off a white button up- khaki slacks. Appropriate for the weather, as it was only a week before Christmas. He grinned at the both of you, sheepish.
Short. Pretty smile. Powder blue blouse hidden under a black puffer coat. An apt analogy- sweet and cute hidden under a thick, unfriendly exterior. He’d seen you outside, on the walk here. Just a glance, he was driving, you were walking- but Mirio had an impeccable memory. The grimace set over your pretty face as you walked the streets, heading here, was a deterrent. A much needed one. You were too pretty to be too inviting. Your blue jeans were light wash- they complimented your ass nicely, and hugged your calves. But that color stains easily. You liked to take risks, but you knew your strengths. Clever girl. Sweet girl. Pretty girl.
“Uh- Hi?” He waved awkwardly. You raised an eyebrow, and glanced at Deku, who hummed.
“Little known fact, back in highschool, Lemillion was actually quirkless for nine months after getting hit with a quirk-erasing bullet protecting Pro hero Eri!”
“Oh?” Your eyes widened. You've seen that movie- Eri’s Origin was a box-office hit, the kid who played her was a breakout star, and the youngest to ever earn an Oscar at age six- there was no such line about Lemillion becoming quirkless…
Your eyes sparkle when you’re surprised.
“Yeah. Uhm… I uh- I don’t really know if it COUNTS, but- Deku said it’d be a good idea to come hang out with you guys.” He blushed, pink covered his cheeks, his ears. He was… huge, sure, but also kind of adorable. He had this strange boyish charm in his shaggy blonde hair and soft blue eyes.
“I guess it counts.” You shrugged. “Connie’s only been quirkless for six months. She used to have a fully articulate tail, but lost it in a villain attack.” You offered.
Were you simply stating a fact, or were you trying to make him feel better?
“(Y/N) was born quirkless, as was Tohru!” Deku hummed. “Everyone else became quirkless one way or the other. Yuki had ex-ray vision but he got cataracts a couple of years ago, Tanaka used to be able to read people’s minds, but he had to have a brain tumor removed when he was a kid and it somehow took his quirk with it, Katsumi had a basic electrical emitter quirk that he had to give up because of seizures, Kowasu used to be able to freeze time, but he got hit by a car a few years back and was in a coma for six months that ended up being twelve years in his own time- and now he can’t activate his quirk at all.” Deku listed off, counting on his fingers.
“I think being born with a quirk only to lose it is probably worse.” you admitted. “Like losing limbs, opposed to being born without them, I’d gather.” you shrugged. Lemillion blinked.
Smart and gorgeous. You wrapped your hair around your fingers. That was… flirting? Were you flirting with him? It wasn’t unwelcome. You were adorable. Enchanting, even. The melodic lift to your voice, the calming tempo of each measured breath. You were a swelling star, your gravity sucked him closer, closer.
“Uh… yeah? I mean- yeah. That makes sense.” he agreed. Okay. Awkward. You blinked up at him, just as a waitress delivered a platter of drinks to the table. Yet another reason you always show up to the group: free drinks.
Your gaze didn’t linger on Deku, nor did it on the waitress, but it did on him. Was it familiarity, or were you interested in him? He’d find out soon enough.
“I got your favorite!” Deku chimed, passing you a tall glass. You relaxed into your seat, happily sipping your drink from the tiny straw. “But, that thing is like, half liquor, so you can only have one.” He warned you rolled your eyes at him.
Were you the type to binge? Why would Deku be so concerned? You were an adult. Capable of making your own decisions. Unless you weren’t- somehow, Mirio didn’t think you’d had a drinking problem. Deku probably would move these meetings somewhere else if you did.
“Once again, dude. Grown ass woman.” You reminded him, Lemillion chuckled. “I don’t have work tomorrow, and I walked here! I can just Uber home.”
Just as he thought. Deku’s concern and show of control must’ve been something else- a claim, perhaps? He did have a partner- but they were constantly on the outs. You didn’t seem to have any interest in the green-haired hero. Was Mirio getting into the middle of something here?
“Oof, nope. If you get too toasted, I’ll drive you home myself.” Deku warned, you snickered.
Would he, now? How often has that happened? Was he a gentleman, every time? Were you the type to be easily coerced?
“Mhm, good luck with that. Hey, did you hear that Katsumi and Tohru broke up?” You smirked. “And you KNOW ‘tsumi is a ‘drown his feelings’ kinda guy.”
You knew these people well. How well? What was the history there- and how deeply ingrained in it were you? Were you friends outside of these little meetings- perhaps dating one of them?
“Ah, damn.” Deku frowned. “What happened?”
“What do you think? The question of kids came up.” You shrugged. “He didn’t want to possibly pass down her genetics.”
Your sweet little face looked so sour then, so upset. He’d give you children. So many children, if you wanted. He’d keep you full and bred on his cock for as long as you’d allow. He was a gentleman like that.
“Woah- people are actually like that?” Lemillion questioned, eyes wide. “That’s…”
“A bigotted, backwards way of thinking- and scientifically inaccurate! If anything, kids would have more streamlined versions of his quirk.” Deku added. “Wow, I’ve really gotta have a talk with him. “
“Better you than me, because if I do it, I’m going to hurt his feelings.” You muttered, swirling your drink. “But, Selfishly, I am kind of excited to no longer be the only single one in the group.” You downed the rest of your drink, and reached for a shot of tequila. You could SEE Deku counting the alcohol content in his head, doing the math on how much you were “allowed” to have.
Ah, so Kitty has claws. You were strong, quick witted, sharp. Mirio liked his women soft in all the right places, and just a little sharp where it counted. A blackberry bush, rather than a rose. Tasty, decadent, painful if not approached with the utmost care.
“I keep telling you if you’d just put yourself out there-” Deku tried, you rolled your eyes.
“Yeah, yeah- see, like, no one aside from fetishists and people with control issues are into quirkless people.” You wrinkled your nose.
Quirklessness was inconsequential. Those soft lips of yours, only barely concealing your sharp teeth- that is what interested Mirio, what had him hanging on your every word. If you were single, if you were attainable, you were destined to be HIS. He just had to make the move, had to let you, and everyone else, know.
“I dunno, I think you’re pretty cute.” Lemillion mumbled, staring down into his drink. You snorted.
“Oh, yeah, sure.” You said sarcastically, but he frowned.
Oh?
“He’s right!” Deku huffed. “You’re just mean to everyone who shows you interest because you’re afraid of genuine affection.”
Oh.
“I did not come here to be attacked.” You muttered into another shot. Deku slid the platter away from you, and you glared at him. “I’ll get an Uber. It’s been a rough week.”
Touchy touchy. And oh, how Mirio ached to touch. He wouldn’t. Not this soon, not without a little more expressed interest from you. He couldn’t risk scaring his sweet girl away.
“It IS a therapy group, (Y/N), we CAN talk here.” Deku tried, but you weren’t buying it. “Oh, c’mon, what about the Dance teacher?”
Dance teacher?!
“Dance teacher?” Lemillion questioned, looking confused.
“I teach high school theater.” You clarified. “And Kiro is a total meathead! There’s so little potential for romantic partnership with him that even you mentioning him feels like a hate crime.”
Ah, as he thought. No legitimate competition. Maybe a casual fling or two- nothing to worry too much about. He didn’t mind if you had a history, as long as he was your only future.
When you reached across the table for another shot, Deku slid the platter further away. “I’ll go buy my own drinks then.” You squinted at him, but Lemillion piped up.
“I’ll cover it!” He chimed. “Uh, if that’s alright?“
Say no. He could be a creep. He could drug you.
“I’m a teacher.” You repeated. “And therefore in no position to turn down free drinks.”
He wouldn’t, of course, because he was a gentleman- and there were too many eyes. But you really should be more careful, pretty little Luna.
“Good, then, be right back.” The blonde gave you a firm nod before disappearing toward the bar.
You needed him. You were sharp and sweet, but vulnerable and too kind for your own good, too trusting. It would be okay now, Mirio was here. He’d care for his girl. Oh, how he loathed that he couldn’t hear you this far away, but your body language remained neutral with Deku- even though the bastard showed far too much interest in YOU. Leaned forward, legs spread. The green-haired hero seemed to invade space you hadn’t set for yourself. Were you actually that comfortable with him, or was this a trained response to years of conditioning?
“He’s… awkward.” You noted, and Deku hummed.
“Yeah- I swear, he’s usually not like that? It’s weird, he’s usually so confident- he must REALLY think you’re cute or something.” The hero nudged you, and you rolled your eyes.
“Or, it’s a bar, and that goody-two-shoes has probably never had a drink in his life.” You postulated. Deku smirked.
“You know, that’s what people think about me, and yet I consistently drink you guys under the table.” He knocked twice on the wooden surface of said table. “Why can’t you just accept that people might find you attractive?”
“Why can’t you just accept that AllMight was a B tier hero at best?” You teased, just to watch those freckled cheeks grow pink with embarrassment.
“Ah, so it IS a pride thing?” Deku prodded, just as Lemillion returned- with several more glasses of your favorite drink on a platter.
Pride? What had he missed?
“It’s a mind your damn business thing.” You corrected, taking one of the glasses.
Something important. Damn it.
“If you drink that, you’ll have to ride home with me. I’m serious. Regardless of how you feel about yourself, you are a cute girl and getting into a car with a stranger while drunk is dangerous.” Deku warned, you huffed.
Stop fucking pushing, dude.
“Might be hard for you to understand, HERO, but I CAN protect myself. I bet I could kick your ass if I really wanted to.” You muttered, taking a long sip of your drink as the doors to the bar opened, revealing Yuki, Tanaka, Kowasu and Katsumi. The men spotted you, and quickly slid into the booth with you and the heroes.
You absolutely could- not because you were particularly strong or fast or smart, but because just one look from those serious eyes of yours was completely disarming. Dangerous.
“Oh, hey guys! I’d like you all to meet Lemillion!” Deku introduced. The blonde hero smiled wide and waved. “He had a hot minute of being quirkless back in highschool, so I thought he could shed some light on what it’s like to get a quirk back, since some of you do have that possibility!”
Yeah, yeah, fuck these guys. What were YOU looking at- the one with the milky eyes- you passed him his drink. He must be the one with cataracts. You didn’t spend much time giving any one of them attention. It was like you already knew who you belonged to.
“Lemillion! I love your work! My son has a plushie of you!” Kowasu thrust out his hand to shake, and Lemillion took it.
He didn’t know this guy’s name, but he didn’t really care. You paused your sipping to speak.
“And his daughter has a poster of you in her locker.” You snickered. “Hey- If I could get a video of you telling them to do their damn homework, I know at least my female students will finally turn something in.” you picked up a slice of lime and bit into it, and Lemillion chuckled.
He’d give you much more than a video, if you’d let him. He’d have you up against that wall, right here, right now, in front of all of these idiots if you’d allow it.
“You sure Deku isn’t a better choice?” He questioned, and Deku blushed.
“I actually went UP to the school a few times. They all just ask me if I’m having an affair with Kaachan, and then try to get me to do tiktok dances!” Deku complained, you giggled.
“Oh my god- I still have the WAP saved in case I ever need blackmail.” You teased, to which Deku gasped.
“I will PAY you to delete that.” the green-haired hero whined, but you only grinned smugly.
The banter ground on Mirio’s nerves. To you, it might’ve seemed friendly, but Deku knew what he was fucking doing, didn’t he. The bastard.
“There is no price tag on satisfaction.” you simpered, reaching for a third glass. Deku huffed, but said nothing about your apparent binge-drinking. The doors opened again, Tohru and Connie stepped in, covered in a flurry of white- ah, the snow started. Connie shivered as she slid to sit next to you, Tohru gave a sharp glare to Katsumi, but ended up rolling her eyes.
“Hey- I’m probably not going to drink at all, my niece’s birthday party is tomorrow and I don’t want to be hung over around a bunch of three-year-olds.” Connie hummed.
“Fair enough, I’ll drink for you. We just got ANOTHER budget cut to the Arts programs in favor of the hero schools.” You frowned. “I might lose my job.”
Oh.
“Oh…” Deku frowned.
“Yeah, apparently, the entrance exam to UA this year was a multi-million dollar operation.” Yuki agreed, scratching the back of his neck. “The sports programs are also suffering. I had to let go of my assistant coach.”
“See, I wish you guys would tell me about stuff like this! You ALL have my number!” Deku complained, pulling out his phone.
Going above and beyond always was Deku’s MO, but this was pushing it. He wanted you. Obviously, he was pining for you. Anyone with half a brain and one working eye would be- but it was futile. You were Mirio’s now, and it was only a matter of time before everyone knew it .
“No- Deku, C’mon, it’s not your job to-” Yuki started to argue, but Deku’d already dialed a number, standing up.
“Lee? Hey man, Can you check my account for current donations?” He asked, stepping away from the table. You huffed, but grabbed another glass while he was distracted.
“Hey, is he like that at work too?” You asked, curious. Lemillion perked up, and nodded.
“Oh yeah, Deku’s always been a ‘world on his shoulders’ kind of guy. We had to stage an intervention to even get him to hire his assistant- heck, if it wasn’t for these meet-ups every Friday, he’d probably spend the whole weekend at the office doing his own paperwork.” Lemillion sighed. “He sends half of his paycheck home to his mom, and still donates half of what he keeps. He’s a great guy, if not a little neurotic.”
Play up the good guy- gregarious, sweet, trustworthy. Mirio had to show you his best qualities. It was important that you got to know him and love him quickly. He was a patient man, sure, but he had no tolerance for people touching what was his. You were his, he’d decided, and that fact would need to become common knowledge sooner rather than later.
“Well, he’s lucky he has someone like you to look after him.” You shrugged, chugging your drink before Deku returned to his seat.
You wanted him to look after you. It was obvious that you needed him. And that you knew you needed him. He would oblige happily- Mirio did so love to please his girl.
“Okay, it’s handled. I had to move some stuff around.” Deku patted Lemillion’s back as he sat.
He wished it was your hand on him.
“Deku, you didn’t have to do that.” Yuki repeated, but the hero just shrugged.
“The Arts and Sports are really important for quirk-challenged youth- hey, does anyone know how to do a bake-sale? I want to do a fundraiser for the local animal shelter since I’m splitting their donations in half.” Deku glanced around the group of you. No one was going to pipe up- damn it.
Poor Deku, he gives and he gives-
“I can ask my advanced class if they’d want to participate, free labor should help. And, I have a few good recipes…” You offered, and Deku Beamed at you.
And you, darling, you give back, don’t you? Too sweet, too kind.
“Thanks, (Y/N)!” Deku practically sang, but you only shrugged.
Gorgeous, morally upright and has a sense of humility- you really were perfect, made just for him.
“I’m in. I make a mean pan of brownies- and, my candy-apples are to DIE for,” Lemillion looked over at you. “We could have a bake-day to figure out what to sell?”
It was all coming together.
“I’m free every weekend.” You noted, and the blonde nodded enthusiastically, already pulling out his phone.
It was a date.
“Can I get your number?” Lemillion asked, you nodded, and told him your number as he typed. You got a text, and checked it.
Hook, line, sinker.
From: 458-348-9792
-This is Mirio <3 ;p
“Mirio, huh?” You asked, glancing up at him, only to find his face tinted pink over his cheeks.
Not as pretty a name as (Y/N), but he managed.
“Yep.” He agreed. “Can we meet up tomorrow afternoon? I’m not doing anything. I can bring over a binder of my grams’ old recipes!” He offered, you paused. Was it really such a good idea to just invite a stranger to your apartment?
He could see the caution on your face. Good girl. Be wary, be careful.
Well, to be fair, He WAS a pro-hero, and he was Deku’s friend, and Deku was FIERCELY protective of everyone in the quirkless support group- you’d seen him break the hand of someone who tried groping Tohru on the subway when you two had gotten too hammered to get home alone- and right after, he bought his first car. The Deku taxi service ran twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, and it came with a six-foot-one beefcake ready to kick the ass of any douchebag boyfriend or drive you home if you didn’t feel safe in the dark. Deku was a great guy- and if he thought Mirio was a good person, you could trust him too.
“Sure. I’ll text you my address when I get home.” You hummed, and he beamed at you.
You deemed him safe, trustworthy. Why? Was it Deku’s influence, or was it Mirio alone? If the former, he’d have to make it clear that it was time for Deku to back off, if the former…
“Sounds like fun.” Deku smiled wide, “But I’m not going to be able to make it! I’m going to be helping Kaachan and Kiri move into their new house!”
No one asked for the damn boy wonder’s input.
“They got the house?” Mirio gasped, looking very excited.
If they’re out of that apartment, Mirio won’t have to listen to their loud, violent fucking.
“Yeah, it took a bit to swing it with the bank, but they got it!” Deku nodded emphatically, and gently grasped your wrist, moving it away from the drinks you’d tried to sneak. “(Y/N), your face is already flushed, any more and I’m gonna end up holding your hair back again.” He warned, you scoffed.
Again?! How often did you get sloshed in front of this bastard? Has he ever taken advantage of that fact? Deku was always such a “nice guy”, he didn’t doubt he preyed on drunk girls, when they wouldn’t remember. Fucker didn’t have the confidence to ask you out, that would be his only choice, his only chance with you- and he’d be a fool not to take it.
“I mean, it’s either drink here or at home, alone.” You shrugged. “And at home, I can not wear shoes- and also cuddle my cat.”
Offering personal information- you wanted him to know you. To understand you. Mirio already felt like he’d known you his entire life.He understood you more than anyone ever would.
“You have a cat?” Mirio hummed, passing you a drink despite Deku’s protests.
Mind your fucking buisness, Deku.
“Yup- her name’s Artemis. She’s an asshole.” You smiled, fondly. “She’s so freaking cute dude.” You pulled out your phone, showing him pictures of your gremlin kitty.
Small, gray suede couch. Frayed on the edges. Old- probably bought second hand. Makes sense on a teacher’s salary. Your coffee table is wood- he can’t tell which kind. Even if it did have existing sweat rings- coasters were present. You took care of your things, even if they were old, even if they were someone else’s garbage. There was a glass on the edge, a dark liquid inside. Ice floated in it, but there were no carbonation bubbles- iced tea? The carpet was pale brown, unstained. You kept things clean, orderly. Good. You’d make a good housewife- as a teacher, you were probably pretty good with kids. You could work, of course- being a teacher was safe enough for someone as precious as you- but there was the alluring availability of a housewife. To keep you holed up in the house, naked and ready and waiting for him at a moment's notice.
“Awe.” Mirio cooed. “Look at you- is that a cat onsie?” He pointed at a picture of you holding your cat, you snorted.
An image, you, on your knees. Lips wrapped tight around his cock- a pair of cat ears on your head, a tail plug sticking out of your ass. He could tug that damn tail- wrap it around his hand as he fucked you hard but lovingly from behind. Perfect.
“Yeah, we’re twins.” You joked, swiping to the next picture of your cat sleeping on her back, stretched out as far as her little body would go. “She’s adorable.”
Just how hard would it be to make that fantasy reality? Were you open to experiment? Were you kinky? Or were you shy, would you whine and whimper and squirm beneath him like a sweet little girl, or would you moan and writhe and ride his cock like a dirty little nymph? Either was fine by Mirio, there were merits for each.
“Just like her mama.” Mirio hummed, your eyes popped open wide. “Oh my goodness, are those microphones on her collar?”
Your phone number, address, and first and last name on the collar. Mirio committed it all to memory, for later use- just in case he couldn’t get it from you naturally.
“Oh- uh, yeah.” You shook your head, clearing away the cobwebs. Damn, maybe you really should slow down your drinking. “It’s a special edition Present Mic collar- he’s uh… actually my favorite pro hero- I know, kind of an odd choice, but I like blondes.” You froze after you said it, the realization of what you just admitted slapping across your face. Right, no more drinks for you.
You were already tipsy, being honest. You were adorable- blushing, eyes half-glazed. Mirio wondered if that’s how you’d look with his face between your legs, with his cock stuffed so deep inside you it tickled your fucking brain.
“He’s super.” Mirio agreed easily. “He could be kind of brutal about the essays though…”
Negging was a necessary evil here.
“Oh, tell me about it. He gave us so many pop quizzes we started calling him “pop star”. Of course, he caught us once and took it as a compliment.” Deku giggled.
“See, I don’t do pop-quizzes. Seems cruel.” You wrinkled your nose, and Mirio chuckled.
“Oh yeah. But- pizza party incentives are always winners,” Mirio smiled softly. “The way to the heart is through the stomach.”
What would you like? Sweets? Savory? He’d make you whatever you liked. Breakfast, lunch, dinner- desserts. Your drink looked pretty sweet-when he sipped at one of them, he found the flavor reminiscent of passionfruit and strawberry. Very sweet- you must’ve liked desserts. He could handle that, he could give you whatever you wanted, what you liked.
“So I’ve heard.” You absentmindedly reached for another glass, and paused. “Guess I should try it sometime.”
Oh? Were you lonely? Were you in need of a companion? You were, and you did. You needed him. You needed him to love you, to hold you. You needed him nearly as much as he wanted you. Mirio would always deliver. Anything for his girl.
“Hey, maybe if we invite Kiro to the bake sale-“ Deku started, but you loudly let loose a single “Hah”
Good girl. You don’t need him. You only need Mirio.
“He’s a DANCER, Deku. They live on Greek yogurt and body dysmorphia.” You snorted.
“Guy kind of sounds like a jackass.” Mirio concurred, sipping his own drink. “You can do better, Luna.” Ah- fuck, you felt your face heating up.
Oh. You LIKED that, didn’t you? You were more than receptive to his pet names, his advances. Look at that sweet little blush of yours- that cute little flutter of your lashes. God, he could bent you over this table right fucking now-
“You really can, (Y/N)! I keep telling you, my brother is single-“ Yuki tried, but Mirio cut him off.
No. No more distractions, you didn’t need anyone else, darling. Only Mirio.
“So, how many students are in your class? It’d be good to get a head count.” The wall-walking hero noted, you silently sent him a thank you for getting you out of that conversation.
“I have twelve Advanced students- my third-years. We could set up like… a cotton candy machine? Maybe an ice cream machine as well- nothing with intense heat or oil though, I wouldn’t be able to get the permits through the school.” You looked up at Deku. “When were you thinking of having the bake sale?”
“Next Saturday would probably work well for the upcoming holiday and such. I can get zoning for the city square right next to the ice rink.” Deku smiled. “Thank you, for helping. You’re a good friend.”
“You scratch my back, I scratch yours.” You waved him off.
“One of these days, I will get you to accept praise.” Deku teased, and Mirio hummed.
You don’t accept praise well, huh? He’d fix that, change it.
“You don’t do well with praise?” Mirio tilted his head, you shrugged.
“I’m even worse with words of affection.” You half-joked, taking another glass just to have something to do with your mouth that wasn’t talking. Mirio said nothing, sipping at his own drink.
He would tell you what a good girl you were while you were pinned up against a wall, how gorgeous you were when you were beneath him, how smart you were while he fucked you dumb. How much he loved you every time he bent you over the nearest piece of furniture.
“So, how has everyone else been this week?” Deku questioned, the group washed over with silence. “Okay, c’mon. The whole point is to talk!”
“I got laid off.” Tanaka admitted, staring down into his beer. “Legally, they can’t say it’s because I’m quirkless, but the guy they’re training to replace me with has a strength-augmenting quirk- and stacking groceries is far easier if you can lift a hundred kilos without breaking a sweat.”
“That’s awful.” Yuki empathized, and Deku frowned, cracking open his wallet and pulling out a card.
“There are quirkless lawyers specifically for situations like this.” Deku explained, Mirio caught your attention, leaning close. His body heat warmed your left shoulder even through both of your sweaters.
You smell like vanilla.
“Wait, it’s illegal to fire people for being quirkless?” He asked, breath fanning your collarbone as he whispered.
He knew the law, of course. He studied it in detail when he lost his quirk. But, he was more interested in your responses to him. You leaned closer, your chest pushed out, your breath hitched. Oh, you wanted him so fucking bad it made you look silly.
“It’s supposed to be, but companies get away with it all the time.” You murmured back.
Oh, that little lilt in your voice…
“That’s fucked.” He responded. A shiver ran down your spine at the strong “F” sound, the sharp “K” that fell from his lips. Damn- maybe you were a little more toasted than you thought. You glanced at his mouth as he spoke, and back up at those sky-blue eyes.
You bit that plush bottom lip of yours, he could see the breath in your chest stutter. Oh, you liked it dirty then, hm? You liked naughty, nasty, wicked…
“If you need a place to stay or anything while it all gets sorted, feel free to call me.” Yuki patted Tanaka’s hand, and you nodded.
Why was your attention so fucking hard to keep?!
“Mine too, as long as you don’t mind waking up to my cat’s ass in your face, I have a couch.” You offered. Mirio leaned back in his chair, ripping back what was left of his glass.
Oh no you fucking don’t.
“If you’re looking for a new job though, I’m always looking for someone to run errands.” The blonde tilted his empty glass at the man. “Little things- coffee, paperwork, dry-cleaning. Easy enough but pretty important.”
Mine.
“Really?” Tanaka looked up, stars in his eyes.
“Sure, man.” Mirio shrugged. “Heroes are always here to help.”
As long as this guy stays the fuck away from what was rightfully Mirio’s, he’s safe.
“And quirkless have to stick together,” Deku agreed. “Even former quirkless.” He raised a shot, and everyone else at the table also grabbed a glass, clinking them with his. You joined in, taking your shot of tequila with pride.
But you were already flushed.
And then another shot of tequila.
And now you’re swaying.
And a shot of vodka, and then another, and then one of rum-
Slow down, Luna.
And then, somehow, you got your hands on a bottle, and started to chug.
You’re going to make yourself sick.
And the night wore on, and at some point, you could barely sit up straight without tipping over.
You poor, sweet thing. Didn’t you know how dangerous this was?
“(Y/N)?” Deku sighed, tapping your cheek. “Honey, how many fingers am I holding up?” He held up a blurry amalgamation of fingers, and you hiccuped, blinking hard.
Don’t fucking touch. Mine.
“Too many.” You muttered. “Stop… movin’ em.” You grumbled. Deku winced.
It would be too easy for a bad person to just take you, right now. It would be so simple for Mirio to have you. He won’t. Wouldn’t. He’s a good guy.
“Alright, guess my car’ll be extra full.” Deku gestured at the group. Everyone but Yuki’d gotten hammered. Poor Cassie was definitely going to suffer at that birthday party.
“Well, that’s not legal.” Yuki sighed. “I’ll take Tanaka and (Y/N) home since Tanaka’s staying at mine tonight anyway.“
Fuck no.
“I’ll take (Y/N) home.” Mirio interrupted. “With the snowstorm outside, the less time you spend on the road the better, besides, I’d planned on coming over early to help out with baking and planning.”
“Don’t care. Miss my cat.” You whined, leaning heavily on Mirio’s shoulder as you felt the floor sway beneath your boots.
Oh, sweetheart. Mirio’s hand rested over your lower back, thumb ghosting the waistband of your jeans, tucking up into your blouse to feel the soft, warm flesh beneath the soft blue cotton.
“Alright. Fair enough. I’ve got everyone else.” Deku nodded. “Call me when you get home, (Y/N), Yuki?”
One of the only times it seemed Deku ever had the common sense to back off. Good. Mirio didn’t want to have to hurt his old friend.
“Of course.” Yuki agreed. You rolled your eyes, but muttered out an affirmative anyway.
Mirio took the moment to scoop his arm under yours, behind your back, and help you to your feet. “Alright, Luna, do you need anything before we go?” He asked, but you’d just shoved him slightly- weakly, given how sloshed you were.
Playing coy now, are we?
“I can walk.” You told him, indignant. He raised his eyebrows, wary, but nodded.
Not reliably Luna, but the insistence is cute, he’d admit.
“Yes ma’am.” He agreed, though you heard a hint of a joke in his voice. “I just thought you might want some help, it’s bound to be icy outside.”
“If I break my ass I might get PTO.” You snickered, leading the charge to the door.
Oh, he’ll break your ass alright, darling.
“Noted.” Mirio muttered under his breath. You paused, and whimpered. Mirio froze. “What’s wrong?”
God that fucking SOUND.
“I Fuckin’ HATE the cold, man- I moved to Satan’s asshole of a country to AVOID this shit. Well- that and my parents suck donkey dick.” The door hadn't even been opened yet, but you were already shivering. Mirio hummed, and doffed his coat, slipping it over yours. You blinked up at him, a pout on your lips. “You’re gonna freeze!”
Cute to worry, even cuter with that little pout, pretty girl.
“I’m very used to being exposed to the elements.” He chuckled. “I’m glad to keep you warm, Luna.”
Not to mention the Euphoria that he feels seeing you in his clothes.
“Whatever. Don’t come crying to me when you’ve got a dick-cicle.” You teased, opening the door and stepping out into the high winds and snow. Mirio followed close behind, so close, in fact, that his front was practically glued to your back.
Thinking about his cock already, are we? Naughty, Naughty.
“So-why’d you call me ‘Luna’?” You asked, almost slipping on a patch of ice that Mirio had to stable you on. “My name is (Y/N).”
“I know.” He chuckled. “But you remind me of the moon.” He answered simply. “Alright, Luna, let’s get you home, hm?” He cajoled you into his car, and buckled your seatbelt. You watched him round the car, and slide into the driver's side. “Let me know if you start to feel sick. I don’t want to roll the windows down unless I have to.” He flipped a switch on the center console, and your seat began to heat. Ooh. Nice.
Oh that look of pleasure on your face for the basest of comforts… you needed soft, you needed kind, and not enough people were giving it to you. That was fine. Mirio could and would give you his all.
“I’m not gonna puke.” You mumbled. “If I was gonna puke, I’d do it on Katsumi’s shoes, that dick.” You crossed your arms over your chest while Mirio leaned over the center console, grabbing a fleece blanket from the backseat. He draped it over your legs, and turned up the heat in the car, starting it promptly after. The cold air that would initially assault you before the warm air pushed was blocked by the blanket- ah, so he was the type to think ahead.
You were the type to appreciate the small things..
“Okie dokie. Mine or yours?” He asked, rubbing his hands together in front of the vent.
“Mine. I want my kitty.” You blinked, and finally caught up to what he said. “You’re gonna spend the night?”
“You’re way too topsy-turvy to be left alone right now, so yes.” Mirio hummed. “We should stop here.” He pointed at a McDonald’s, and immediately pulled into the drive-through. “The fries soak up alcohol pretty well.”
He couldn’t, in good conscience, fuck you while you were wasted. It would literally be a waste,you couldn’t fully appreciate what he could do to you like this.
“Sure you wanna spend the night? You’re a little big for my couch.” You furrowed your brow, and he chuckled.
Was that an invitation to your bed?
“I don’t mind.” He patted your knee, and turned to the window, ordering. You barely heard him. Staring out at the still-heavy snowfall. Snowflakes melted on contact with the windshield, water droplets dripped all the way down to the wipers, streaking the colored lights of the city at night as they went. Pretty. “Luna? Here, try to eat a little.” Mirio pressed a box of fries into your hands, and plucked one from the bunch, pressing it to your lips. You took it between your teeth, dazed.
Holy shit McDonald’s fries are so good when you’re shitfaced. You moaned, eyes fluttering shut as you began to fully shove French fries into your mouth,
It was now his life mission to make you make those noises every day for as long as you both shall live.