MHA: The Contractor

  /Been a minute huh? Anyway, here's the usual warning; expect problems with grammar, overly detailed sentences, unreadable sentences, runaway sentences, character personality, or lack of therefore, confusing perspectives, which I've been trying to fix, and much more. Hope you enjoyed this piece and I'll see you in the next chapter, also, someone said I should put a name to the perspectives, so that's what the names are for, Toodles.\

 Null/Izuku

It was odd, the situation I found myself in.

 A second ago I had been fast asleep, but the groans and aches of my broken bones had forced me awake, and now I was lying here with my head tucked in between the rabbit hero's ears; mind you, it was actually pretty comfy.

 It would be even better if I didn't have to deal with her thigh being tangled around both of mine and the cherry on top of the metaphorical rabbit cake, I still had the skintight battle suit on; but that's not all, as not only did I lose the use of my arm until it healed, the suit I had on earlier was torn to shreds by that fucking retard of a doctor, I mean come on, it cost me over 1.2 million per suit, the least he could've done was take off the dame tuxedo and button up!

 Now that I thought about it, the idiot probably also tried ripping up the battle suit; "Fucking idiots I swear."

 My heart nearly dropped when I felt the rabbit hero's leg tighten around my legs, but I did my best to stay calm in the wake of her small moves, better safe, and I emphasize the word safe, than sorry.

 Sighing, I tested my wiggle room and found what was to be expected, none, not even a single centimeter, which while weirdly impressive also meant I was left with no other option than to use my quirk.

 I sighed. There were a few reasons why I didn't try this in the first place, but the main reason pertained to the rabbit hero because being so close when I activated my quirk could cause her some discomfort that would otherwise be unbearable to any normal human; then again, I really had no other choice.

 Sighing for good measure, I activated my quirk before pulling a magic trick; one second I was snared in a deadly rabbit grasp, and the next I was standing next to the bed watching as she cuddled deeper into the Miriko body pillow that mysteriously got into my closet, wow so mysterious. I definitely didn't stand in line for two days to get one, I would never.

 Chuckling to myself, I turned before walking away, my aim being to get out of the suit.

 Walking up to the basement door, I cringed at its ajar state, "Not only did I lose a suit but I forgot to close the door to one of the most important rooms in the house; yep, sounds like me."

 Pushing the door open, I made my way down with haste. Once down there, I immediately went to the shower before cranking the heat up as far as it would go; it may be hot as all hell in the day, but when night fell the day became that of winter, and I wasn't trying to expose myself to unnecessary sickness when I took the suit off, my body was tempered not immune.

 After letting the steam fill a decent part of the room, I used my quirk and the help of my working hand to pry off the thing, leaving it to fall to the water-soaked floor.

 Giving my body a look over, the only other thing I could really notice aside from my chiseled physique was the large and deep scars where I'd assume my broken bones to be; that idiot doctor may be the stupidest person on planet Earth when it came to expenses, but god damn did his medical skill outshine it.

 However, I knew most of the healing part came from a quirk of some kind, as it's nearly impossible to rip or tear the battle suit without some serious firepower, and I doubted 'That Bastard' would willingly leave wherever the fuck he was to cut some fabric.

 I shook my head of the thoughts; I didn't want to think of him right now, instead, I went back to enjoying the scolding water comforting my skin.

 Sadly, I wasn't going to enjoy it long as a crash echoed from upstairs; immediately, I turned to the stairs and bolted whilst grabbing from one of the many guns I had on the wall, ready to use lethal force if necessary.

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 Miriko/Rumi

In the absence of warmth, I had previously acquired, it was safe to say my mood and sleep had been ruined; along with both was the stranger's fridge.

 I honestly could give a rats ass about being kidnapped if this was how I'd be treated, a bed that could put one to sleep in a matter of seconds, no one to tell what I can and can't do, and by far the best part is the lack of ropes; the idiots who usually do this kind of thing always think a few inches of rope is going to keep me still.

 It was safe to say I caved the would-be kidnapper's skull, which while fatal in most cases, did at least give them some kind of common sense before they departed from this living plain; descending into the pit that one would call hell.

 I chuckled at my humor.

 My ear twitched at the sound of even the slightest sound, so it was a given I saw the would-be kidnapper coming before he even made it a for into the hallway.

 Grabbing the bag of carrots from his fridge, I turned to face the guy, a shit-eating grin on my face that roared pride.

 Yet, when I turned, there was no one, not a single person in sight; this dimmed my grin a bit, but I was no one-trick bunny, nor was I above playing dirty.

 Lifting my leg I drew it closer to the fridge before stopping a few inches from its surface, I spoke out not seconds afterward, "Yo, Kiddnaper guy, if you want to have your fridge and bones intact by sun's rise, then I suggest you stop hiding and face me like the pathetic bastard you are!"

 At first, there was no response, just the creak of crickets outside; but not long after, a light step echoed from the other side of the room, and I nearly choked on a carrot I was munching on when my eyes met that of emerald, his toned face acting as candy for my eyes; yet that wasn't even the most jaw-dropping part, as I couldn't stop the blush from forming when I saw his chiseled physique, its aesthetic matching even mine.

 Doing my damndest to not gawk at his dick, I locked eyes with my so-called captor and put up front before continuing, "So, the pretty bastard does have some balls after all; truly impressive," I said while my grin soared.

 At my taunt, he just raised an eyebrow before grinning himself. "And here I thought the top ten were supposed to be well-kept," he said while looking me up and down. "Turns out, they dress like a tom-boy going to prom."

 I snickered, "Oh, believe me, I never come dressed for the occasion; that is unless it's to beat the shit out of someone, only then will I wear my finest."

 Like the snarky bastard he is, he had something for that.

"So, does that mean I'm in the clear?"

 Snickering again, I continued, "We'll see about that in a moment pretty boy, for now, be a good little bitch and get dressed, can't be talking to a gale like me with your junk out now can you?"

It was nice seeing his face going somewhat flush at the realization, it showed me that even he was embarrassed by the lack of ethics.

 But he didn't let that show for long as he went back to his front, hands raised and a smile bared. "Right, I can do that; question is, can you be patient enough to wait?"

 My answer was obvious. "No, but I won't have to be if you make it quick," I said while my grin turned sinister.

 "Now wait a-" I didn't let him finish.

"Clocks ticking," I said while waving my finger back and forth like a clock hand.

 It's safe to say he was gone the moment those words left my mouth.

Sadly for him, I was what some would call an unfair bitch, so not even seconds after sending him off, I roared, "Alright pretty boy! If you are not here in five! I'm going beat you bloodied."

 With that, I started counting, "ONE!"

"TWO!"

"THREE!"

"FOUR!"

I grinned maniacally, "Fiv-"

 I didn't get to finish saying the last number as the bastard appeared in front of me and even dressed in some of my merchandise.

 It was easy to tell how out of breath he was, and that brought some joy to my twisted heart.

 "Now then, since you have some lovely clothes on, a nice taste I might add, I want you to turn around and walk back to the room with the bed."

 I watched as he did so with a little confusion, and I eventually followed along after eating some more carrots, them addicting bastards.

 Stepping into the room, I found him standing just before the bed, waiting for what I would assume to be further instructions from me.

 But I didn't care about that anymore as I walked closer and caught him in a headlock before also dragging him back under the mound of blankets, and if his muffled grunts were anything to go by, then I could confidently say he wasn't having the best time.

 When I got my legs around his, I let him free of the headlock before burying my face into his chest, an odd feeling of Deja Vue washed over me at the action, but I was quick to ignore it in favor of enjoying the heat.

 He had to be by far the warmest person to ever hug if you didn't count Enji, his hugs could get molten, literally.

 Eventually, the pretty boy started to say something, but I didn't hear any of it as I fell back into a sleep deeper than the Mariana Trench, got to love human heaters.

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 Null/Izuku

This has by far got to be the most confusing hero I've ever dealt with in my life, first, she takes my bed, ensnares me in the death traps that were her legs, and then when I escape, she wakes up, raids my fridge, before proceeding to catch and command me like a dog, before eventually forcing me back into bed to be her personal cuddle buddy!?

 Confusing can't even cover that anymore, it was more chaotic than anything else.

 Sighing, I looked over to find her sound asleep; at the very least, I could enjoy the warmth she provided.

 With that, I went back to the position I was in earlier; an arm wrapped around her and my head tucked between her ears.

 What a chaotic time.

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Eraser Head/Aizawa

Walking out of the meeting room, I could only sigh in frustration as yet again, Nezu left us with only the bare minimum because as much as I wanted to believe what he said about Ms. Miriko being okay, my gut and just straight-up paranoia wouldn't let that kind of thing slide.

As such, here I am on patrol looking to quell the night's raffle, lest they be more emboldened by the rabbit hero's defeat.

 However, I had my suspicions about that video, and they were pretty valid in my opinion; for example, take a video from any of Mirikos past fights and compare it to her latest, do that and you might notice the lack of that gleam she usually had when fighting villains, but that's not all, as something even more incriminating would be the lack of her usual style, which usually going for lethal blows; god only knows how many she's killed because of that, and only Nezu knows why she hasn't been blacklisted from hero work.

 I shook my head clear while gut-punching a random nobody trying to steal a Box TV, I mean come on, out of everything around you your first choice is to go for the oldest and most outdated thing here? There was literally an IV True Point laptop sitting next to it.

 Moving on from that utterly ridiculous encounter, I called the police and waited there until someone could arrive, and when they did, I was quick to bolt from the scene, my time being far too precious to stick around listening to bootlicking.

 Pulling my scarf a bit further up, my attention was quickly caught by some muffled screams coming from a distance away.

 Wasting no time, I leaped over entire buildings before landing on the building closest to where I heard the struggle resonating from, and a bit more silent listening later, and I heard it far more clearly.

 Wasting no time I leaped down, the unusually dark ally doing nothing to impair my senses.

 Bolting down the ally, I stopped where I heard the struggle, but suspiciously found nothing; not one to speculate as to why this could be, my guard was immediately raised, and I went into a stance that was both good on offense and defense.

 Any chance of sneaking up on me had to be slaughtered, lest I end up in a body bag.

 Glancing around, I made sure to turn quietly, slowly observing my surroundings while listening for even the slightest tap of a foot.

 Unfortunately for both parties, neither would be getting what they wanted tonight as the unnatural darkness faded into nothing, leaving the Eraser hero to wonder what the fuck had just happened.

 It was after a few more minutes that I eventually gave up whatever search I was looking for and went on my way, noting to talk to Nezu about it later.

 Sighing, I cursed my lack of jelly packets; of all days to run out it just had to be on the most hectic day yet.

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 All For One

 It was hard to control my laughter as I watched old videos of Null testing the quirks I so graciously gifted him.

 But I wasn't laughing because he was failing to use them, no, I was laughing because of the exact opposite; each quirk he tried out only ever had the power to fall under his reign, submitting to its new master with dangerous efficiency; it was like watching your long years of hard work pay off in spades, except in my case, it just showed how broken the boy truly was, with each quirk given containing the last visage of its holder.

 I had given him the quirks of some of the most heinous and disgusting people I've ever had the pleaser of meeting, meaning I also gave him their visages, or ghosts in simple terms, and oh boy was it all my pleasure, as I got to enjoy the scene of him mercilessly slaughtering every single one of them in gory detail; it was magnificent.

 "Garaki, when will the next quirk wake up?" I spoke to a short bald man not far to my left.

 The doctor just sighed before responding, "As I've said, master, it'll take at least a month before it wakes; we just need to be patient."

 I chuckled, "Ohh, Garaki, for a show as good as Null, I'd gladly wait such a short time; I'm just so giddy at the prospect of watching him work. It's so fun watching the ways he comes up with to kill someone."