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“Is he in there?”
“I don’t see him.”
“He’s not in there!”
“Shh!”
“Alright, let’s get moving.”
“Someone look out for him.”
“I’ll do it.”
“Where is it?”
“It’s got to be here somewhere.”
“Found it!”
“That’s an actual caterpillar, dumbass.”
“Oh.”
“Right here!”
“Got it!”
“SHIT!”
“GUYS HE’S HER-”
“What are you Hellions doing?”
“KIDS LET'S GO!”
“MIRUKO!”
“Sorry Mr. Aizawa!”
“Get back here with my sleeping bag or all of you will be expelled!”
“We don't have it with us, Mr. Aizawa!”
“And you can't expel me, Eraser- OOF!”
“Mi… Ru… Ko…”
“Hi… Eraser…”
“Are you seriously going to leave me here?”
“Do you really take me for someone who kid?”
“Well you're definitely someone who always uses logical deception.”
“What was that, Sero?”
“Nothing, sir!”
They’re at the USJ, right in the dead center of the ground. Eraser’s kids are standing behind him, all are looking at their feet with some of them have an ashamed and guilty look on their faces. Those are Kaminari, Ashido, Sero, Kirishima, Uraraka, Hagakure and surprisingly Shouji. The seven of them had accompanied her to steal Eraser’s sleeping bag earlier, or trying to because the operation had failed and she got caught almost instantly.
Everyone was punished, even the ones not involved (including Present Mic for whatever reason but she thinks it is purely out of spite). A few of his uninvolved kids were rightfully pissed but one look from Eraser had effectively shut them up. The seven guilty students have a little more severe punishment compared to the rest of the class, which is reasonable enough.
As for her? Well, being the head of the operation she receives the most severe punishment among them all.
Eraser doesn’t say anything as he effortlessly pulls his scarf down. Said scarf is going from his hands to straight up all the way to the ceiling of the USJ, looping around a metal beam before going back down. At the end of said scarf is her, tightly bound, coiling around her waist and trapping her arms on her back. As Eraser pulls the scarf down, she is raises further and further away from the ground.
This is her punishment. She is to be hung in the dead center of USJ about seven meters off from the ground with zero chance of escape.
“Now then, if any one of you, even just one of you, even tries to release Miruko from her punishment, all of you will be severely punished that you wish you were expelled. Am I understood?”
“Yes sir, Mr. Aizawa, sir!”
“Good.”
He then produces a knife from behind him. He cuts the scarf at his hand. The remaining scarf suddenly shoots up and wraps itself around the beam. Despite the extensive length that is used to hang her, Eraser seems to have quite an amount of his scarf around his neck. She can barely tell any difference.
“Have fun hanging around, Miruko," Eraser calls out, smirking up at her.
“Fuck you,” she replies, scowling down at him. He doesn’t call her out for her language, merely smirking wider before turning around and heads over for the exit.
“Bye, Ms. Miruko! We’re sorry you got punished as well,” Ashido says with an apologetic look on her face.
“It’s fine, Ashido. It was my fault anyway,” she reassures the pink skinned girl. The rest of the students bids their goodbyes and follow their teacher out the USJ. Now alone, she releases a huff in agitation. “Freaking Eraser and his goddamned sleeping bag and his fucking punishment,” she grumbles to herself unhappily. She’s already bored beyond her mind.
With nothing else to do, she decides to look around her. She had never been inside the USJ, so this is the first time she is here. She had only seen footages of the place, the USJ breech a long while ago. The area is a little different than in the footages. She thinks UA had renovated it, to make it more secure. At least they have the decency to turn on the lights for her.
Her eyes trail to one spot right next to the lake, where Eraser was pinned down by a Nomu. There is no indication of the occurrence around the spot. They must have cleaned it up pretty good, or maybe they just dig out the spot and put in another similar ground onto it. Any traces of it are completely gone.
…
Well, she runs out of things to look at. Now she is bored again. She releases another huffs in bigger agitation. She could swing around but nothing is within her reach. She won’t be able to grab onto anything. She then looks up at the ceiling, at the beam where the scarf is tied. She could swing high enough and latch onto the beam that stretches out long enough for her, but she won’t be able to move. And even if she can move, she won’t be able to untie herself. She couldn’t bite the scarf off either because this thing is tough. She’s more likely to break her teeth.
It’s as if everything is placed strategically so she has nothing to do but hang here until she is untied.
“FUCK, I’m bored,” she says out loud to no one in particular, wiggling in the air until she is lightly swinging back and forth. Then she stops moving and hangs her head, because there is nothing else for her to do.
Is this the kind of punishments his kids had to endure?
“MIRUKO! HOW YOU HOLDING UP!?”
She startles by the very loud voice. She looks up just in time to see Present Mic and Midnight approaching her. Mic is waving a hand at her, grinning very widely that it hurts to see. Midnight has a gentler smile on her lips. The pair stops beneath her and angles their heads up to look up at her.
“Feeling great, Present Mic. Never better,” she says sarcastically.
“So he left you hanging, huh?” Midnight asks with an obvious teasing tone.
“Fuck off,” she growls in reply.
“That's what you get for messing with his sleeping bag!”
“Why does he have it anyway?”
“To sleep in it.”
“…Yeah, well… I mean… Fuck off,” she mutters while looking away, feeling embarrassed at her own question. The pair snickers. She turns back to them and glares from her spot.
“Did you just seriously try to steal Eraserhead's sleeping bag and think you can get away with it?” Midnight asks while crossing her arms over her chest and juts her hips to the side. The smirk on her lips says that she knows the ridiculousness of her idea.
“I don't need any more judgement from you, Midnight. I already have enough from Mic.” She emphasizes her words by glaring at the man. Mic is not even a single bit affected, merely finger-gun at her with a shiny smile.
“YEAH! I remember when I tried to steal his sleeping back fourteen years ago. He tied me to the ceiling in the gym for the whole day!” he reveals while laughing loudly.
“You must have gone hungry.”
“Naaah!” he reassures with a wave of a hand. “Eraser might be harsh but he's not heartless. He fed me while balancing on his scarf with his legs.”
“It was pretty impressive to watch, I have to admit,” Midnight comments with a light nod of her head. So Midnight was there when Mic was punished by Eraser.
“What about you, Midnight?” she asks the R-Rated Hero. Instantly, Mic burst into laughter, to the point he falls onto the ground.
“I do not want to talk about it,” Midnight growls out over Mic’s mirth, her crossed arms over her chest tighten as her face twists into a scowl. “Stop laughing, Mic!” She kicks the man by his side, earning a grunt from the Voice Hero but he keeps on laughing.
Well, it seems Midnight had it worst among the three of them.
They maintain eye contact as he walks over until he stands right below her. He doesn't say a single word, merely staring up at her with his usual half-lidded eyes.
“Are you going to untie me now?”
“No.”
She clicks her tongue in dismay. So her punishment is still ongoing then.
She then watches with a mixture of confusion and curiosity as Eraser suddenly throws both ends of his scarf upwards, over the beam that is holding her up before it shoots back down to the user. This goes on for a few times before finally it has created a loop stretching from the high ceiling to the floor. The scarf moves on its own, each strand moving either upward or downward.
Before she even realizes it, Eraser is now at eye level with her, sitting inside his loops of scarf like a swing with one leg crossing over the other casually seven meters from the ground. He had used it like an elevator as a pulley system.
…Impressive control.
“What?” she asks while narrowing her eyes at him. He doesn’t say anything to reply. Instead, he holds his hand up which has a single fresh carrot. She wonders where he took it out from. She raises an eyebrow at him when he holds it out to her face before glaring up at him. "If you have forgotten, I’m all tied up."
He merely raises an eyebrow as he holds the vegetable closer to her lips now. She leans back in surprise before she finally realizes what he is trying to do.
“…Are you serious?” Once again, he doesn't answer, merely placing an elbow on his knee and rests his chin on his fist, one hand still holding the carrot close to her lips. She eyes him, trying to see if he is mocking her or trying to pull her legs, but she sees none. She trusts her judgement, because Eraser is not that type of person.
She pursues her lips before she opens her mouth. She bites off the offered carrot before munching quietly. When she opens her mouth for another bite, he holds out the carrot closer to her. She continues to munch quietly, fed by Eraser until they reach to the end of the vegetable. Putting away the stalk, he then takes out a jelly pouch. She realizes it is carrot flavored. When he holds it up, she nods her head. He uncaps it before putting the mouth piece to her lips and squeezes as she slurps in.
No words pass between them. This is not what she considers as romantic feeding: tied up as a punishment while he feeds her carrot (It is a lot kinkier than it sounds).
But she's not complaining.
Once she finished the content, he puts the empty pouch away. She looks at him in the eyes. She couldn’t tell what he is thinking, as usual. He still has that blank expression on his face.
His eyes flicker for a split second.
She blinks.
What was that?
Before she could voice her question he lowers himself to the ground. The scarf unwinds itself from beam above before it loops around his neck. Then, wordlessly, he turns around and walks towards the exit without looking back at her.
So he still leaves her here. She is still being punished. She snorts.
'Harsh, but not heartless.'
“…”
“…What, All Might?”
“…How…? Why…? Who…”
“Eraser.”
“…Okay.”
She doesn't know how much time has passed before she hears a bell. It’s either lunch or school is over. Not long after that, the door bursts open and walks in five of Eraser's kids: Midoriya, Yaoyorozu, Todoroki, Iida and Asui.
“Hey, Ms. Miruko!” Midoriya shouts while waving a hand excitedly at her as he and his friends run over to her.
“What's this about?” she asks curiously, looking at all of them as they stop right beneath her.
“We convinced Mr. Aizawa to release you early,” Yaoyorozu answers. Her enthusiasm mirrors Midoriya’s. She thinks Midoriya has the ability to infect others with his own enthusiasm because he is a boy of rainbow and sunshine.
“Yeah, it took quite a bit of convincing but he finally relents,” Asui adds with a kind smile on her lips, a finger on her chin as usual and Todoroki nods in affirmation. She snorts internally. If they say convincing, it probably means they are on the verge of crying while pouting at Eraser until he agrees. He’s weak against his kids.
The man himself suddenly appears out of nowhere. By now she is no longer find his deathly quiet disturbing anymore. She had gotten used to his silence, but she has yet to get used to him appearing soundlessly. He throws his scarf up to the beam. Unlike last time, where he uses it like an elevator, he climbs it with his hands, grumbling unhappily along the way. He stops just a little higher than her. With one hand, he pulls a strand from around her and suddenly everything becomes loose.
She experiences the pull of gravity for a split second before Eraser suddenly snatches her by the waist. He pulls her close, pressing her to his chest. She inhales sharply at the close proximity. She looks up at him just as he looks down at her.
“Ever the Hero, huh?” she says, giving the teacher her usual smirk to mask her rising heat. He doesn’t visibly respond back. With one hand on the scarf, he lowers them both carefully until she feels her feet touches the ground. Wordlessly, the scarf winds itself around his neck.
He has yet to let go of her, still keeping a hand around her waist holding her close. It is only thanks to their height difference that there is a sizeable gap between their faces. She only then realizes just how close their faces are.
Her face starts to heat up.
His eyes flicker for a split second before it is gone, just like earlier. She wonders what he is thinking right now, for him to hold her close and not leaning away. Even when she hears the whispers and muffled squeal from his kids he doesn’t let her go, still holding her gaze silently.
“Are you free on Sunday?”
She raises an eyebrow at him.
“I’m an independent Hero, Eraser. I’m always free. You know this. Have you been dissociating these past few weeks? I had made times just so I can come to UA to mess with you and your kids. You really… need… to… che…ck…”
She slowly trails off as his words start to really sink in. The look on his face does not change.
“…Are you… asking me out?”
Everything suddenly goes very quiet.
“Hm,” He hums in affirmation. His expression doesn’t change.
“I… I… You… Huh?” she stutters incoherently. If her face is hot before than it is set ablaze right now. She tries to push herself away from him, pressing her hands on his chest, but he is holding her firm. He’s keeping her to his chest and it seems he won’t let go until she gives him her answer.
“So?” he asks again, tightening his hold on her, stopping her struggling and crashing their chests together. She gasps at the contact.
“Are you under a spell or genjutsu or some shit?!” she demands, almost yelling at his face, because holy fucking shit is this for real?! Is the motherfucking Erasure Hero: Eraserhead asking her out on a date?! Is she dreaming?!
He merely raises an eyebrow at her, and that is saying enough that this is for fucking real.
Holy shit Eraser is asking her out on a date.
And he does so out of the blue.
That is so like him.
“Yes, I’m…” She swallows to gather her courage. She looks at him straight in the eyes, trying not to let her heavily beating heart consume her and break the eye contact. “I’m free this Sunday.”
“Good,” he says instantly after. Then, he finally releases his hold on her and she quickly takes a huge step back, creating a massive distance between them. He doesn’t look bother by her sudden repulsion, merely shoving his hands back in his pockets and turns around to walk to the exit. She shakily takes in a deep breath while pressing a hand on her chest. She could literally feel her heart beating so fucking heavily. She wonders if Eraser felt it earlier.
Since when had that happen? What had happened between their last meeting and now? What had caused Eraser to just, out of the blues, do that? The kiss… It has gotten to do with that kiss. It… it must’ve accelerated his…
This entire time, had he always been…? Is he harboring a feeling for her just as she for him? Is it… mutual? Is he… responding? There are so many unanswered questions that are speeding towards her direction she starts to feel lightheaded and in utter disbelief, because holy fucking shit.
She will be going on a date with Eraser.
Sunday is the day after tomorrow. She needs to be prepared. Does she have appropriate clothes? What do people wear on a date? What do people do on a date? Where are they going? Wait, where will they be meeting up?
‘Fuck!’ she screams internally while burying her hot face into her hands. She feels like a high school girl right now.
She freezes. Speaking about high school…
She pulls her hands away from her face and looks at where Eraser’s five kids are at.
Midoriya looks like he’s about to pass out any moment now. Yaoyorozu is sparkling so fucking brightly. Todoroki looks very curious and extremely fascinated in something. Iida is frozen in place. And Asui is gazing blankly at her.
All five of them had heard Eraser’s question and her answer.
“W-Well, I’ll be going now. So… See ya.”
Without wasting a single second, she dashes her way out the USJ, enhanced by her Quirk. She heads straight for the UA gates dead set on getting out of the high school ground as fast as possible. She doesn’t wait for the gate to open. She jumps over it and finds herself hops her way home in record time. She almost breaks her front door when she opens and shuts it when she enters.
She leans back against it before sliding down and sits on the floor. She buries her face into her hands once more. This time, she has a growing smile on her lips.
She’s going on a date with Eraser!