👏🏼Here's 👏🏼the👏🏼mother👏🏼fuckin👏🏼tea👏🏼

Who should be included in the end choices? You know, the one who ends up 'saving you from yourself' type thing. Rehabilitating you. Though I admit Bakugo is not one of the best to do that.

Oh well. Depending on how the anime ends or how I'll end it myself, comment the person you want to see in the endgame... //cries in Spanish//

Btw this story is blowing the hell up the fuck.

~
Your stop was before Todoroki's, so you left the train before him. The walk to her agency wasn't bad. It was a peaceful location in Japan. One of the more peaceful locations, anyways.
The agency building wasn't a fancy skyscraper or mansion—budgets exists—but nonetheless, it was pretty impressive. The inside seemed like a regular lobby at an office.

"Excuse me," you said to the receptionist, "I'm the new intern."
She looked up at you with a cold expression.

"Oh, you," she said vexingly, "Of course. Miss Nori is upstairs, third floor."
Vague instructions.

"Alright, thanks bae," you replied, slapping the desk obnoxiously before walking away.

"Try not to kill anyone," she whispered, but you still heard. Your fists clenched at your side but quickly relaxed.

'Calm down, cuckold, you're the best damn MILF anyone's ever seen.'
You hopped onto the elevator and waited for it to reach its destination.

'Rising, rising, rising, oh! Erect!' You stepped out on the floor and saw you were in a large office of some sort.

"Oh! You're the new intern!" A voice exclaimed. You were suddenly engulfed in a bear hug. You spluttered out incoherently.

'Oh no... human contact... my weakness... world... going... dark...'

"Dearie? Dearie? Are you okay? Oh my! Someone get the defibrillator!"

~
"What... just happened?" You blinked owlishly, looking up at the white ceiling.

"You passed out dearie," Nori responded, kneeling next to you. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah." You sat up, shaking your head lightly. "I'm as good as gravy when dribbled on stuffing deep inside a turkey's ass."

"... oh... I see..." Nori smiled, helping you back up to your feet. "Well, in any case, I'm glad you're all right."
She walked over to her desk.

"I guess I'm supposed to talk to you about what us heroes do, and such." She shuffled through her papers while you were just standing awkwardly behind her.

"But first..." The blinds were cut and fell in front of all the windows. The floor was now dark.

"Wha—"
A sudden forced knocked you over and slammed you into the floor.

"Move and you die," a voice growled in front of your face.

"The hell are you doing, Nori? Are you crazy!?" You exclaimed into the darkness.

"Nori? That's not my name, Dearie," you heard her say. "I'm Mania, nice to meet you, Hunter."

"The woman on top of you is Fang, an acquaintance of Kamiko."
Your eyes could see the silhouette of 'Fang' above you.

"What are you... why are you doing this? Aren't you a hero?" You asked, suddenly feeling more people inside the room.

"Technically, yes, but..." You could hear the smile in her voice. "Being both a villain and a hero is so exhilarating."

"Well, I'm so glad we're able to meet again, Beautiful."
You recognized that voice.

"... Amare?" You whispered, not missing the claw dig deeper into your throat.

"We don't call each other by our names when we're together. Call me Rubyia."

"What a dumb ass name."

"Silence!" The claw whipped across your face, cutting your cheek. You turned your head back around to growl at Fang.

"Why are you doing this?"

"You allowed Kamiko to turn into what she is. You're the reason why she turned to villainy," Fang said.

"Woah, hold on," you said, "You're seriously blaming me? For real?"

"You're the only one who was able to stop her! But you didn't!" Fang lifted you up and threw you into a table. You let out a grunt, feeling the burning on your back.

"So it's my fault, huh? My fault I couldn't control a grown woman succumbing to her impulses?" You asked, wiping the blood from your cheek.

"It's more than that," a new voice spoke, "Kamiko forcibly escaped from prison. You got a free-way ticket out."

"I'm on parole! That's not the same thing!" You exclaimed. A foot found its way to your stomach and you flipped over the table.

"If you commit a crime on parole, you have no chance of getting back on it," she said. Your eyes widened slightly.

"The hell are you talking about? Why would I commit a crime?" You asked. The woman walked in front of you and slowly straddled your hips. She crawled up to your face and you could feel her chest against yours. You recognized it.

No, perverts, you're not being creepy, but she's got huge boobs. I mean some serious honkers. A real set of badonkers. Packin' some dobonhonkeros. MASSIVE dohoonkabhankoloos. Big old tonhongerekoogers. Humongous hungolomghnoloughongous.

She smiled at you, grazing her lips on your Cupid's bow. (Above your top lip.)

"Because you were forced to."
Everything went blank.

~
There was screaming. Screaming. Screaming? Why? Was heat always this torturous? What's going on? You hear people talking, yelling—at you.

'Why are you shouting at me?'
No one heard your inquiry.

"Why are you helping me?"
That voice... you didn't recognize that voice. Did you reply? You thought you did, but everything's fuzzy.

"Why are you doing this, Y/n?!?!"
Midoriya? Why is he screaming at you? What's going on?
It's hot. Unbearably so. Why are you burning up?

"L/N!!!!!!"
More heat. More pressure. Were you fighting? Who were you fighting?

'Why don't I... have control?'

"Quick! Restrain her!"
Restrain who? You? Why are... they restraining you?

'Why? Why is this... happening?'
You could feel a pressure on top of you, holding you down. They were big.

"Tch... like mother like daughter."

~
Your thoughts stopped for a while there. You blacked out, you don't remember when. When you woke up, you were in a white room. You tried moving but found you were bound tightly.

"Wha..."
Through your groggy state, you could see an outline of a person in front of you, but there was a glass wall in front of you.

"I'm sorry, Y/n," you heard the person say, "There was nothing I could do."
Everything was going dark again. The person in front of you took a seat in front of you. You passed out again in the chair you were sitting in.

"Y/n, please remember what you did."

Ja ne!

{Ruby Red}