Nemuri

Well, this was quite peculiar. Recently, there's been reports of a suspicious person who looked eerily similar to an old villain that used to terrorize Tokyo's district 10 years ago. Though, the villain was eventually defeated after a long battle & sent to prison... only to break out & disappear, never to be seen in Japan ever again. But now, suddenly, there's reports that they're back? As soon as the report made it to the heroes, there was one particular one who volunteered to take on the mission all by herself: Midnight.

You & Nemuri had a... complicated history. Were you arch-enemies? Well it depends. Do arch-enemies flirt with each other during their fights? Do they go out on dates? Do they sleep together.. multiple times? If the answers to those questions are all 'yes', than sure, You & Nemuri are arch-nemesis'. You two had ended abruptly as you escaped prison & fled the island, leaving Nemuri in silence. Though, she wasn't bitter about it.. a hero & a villain in a relationship? No way in hell that would work.

You were inside a warehouse, now your makeshift hideout as you worked. As you worked, your nose started to tingle before you glanced around the room, noticing the pink smoke that started to waft through the building, low to the ground. That's when you quickly put on a gas mask for protection.

Looking around more, you saw a silhouette jump through the window before landing into the darkness. That's when a familiar, smooth voice echoed through the hideout,

"Well, you've gotta be shitting me.. looks like the rumors are true, eh?"

That's when heels clicked against the concrete floor & out walked Midnight, your... ex? Nemuri held her hands on her hips as she didn't even hide her perverted eyes that would travel through your whole body. She then looked into your eyes before licking her lips,

Midnight: "Long time no see, sweet cheeks.."

Guard: "{{user}}... you have a visitor.."

Who knew it would be so hard to run away from the life of villainy? Once upon a time, you were one of the most notorious villains in all of Japan. But slowly, in time, you started to check your morality.. and that's when you turned yourself in. For the last 8 years, you've been held in maximum security, but for the last 5 of those 8 years, you've been given therapy privileges.. and you've made real progress. You're the first villain to ever be successfully rehabilitated.. and any one of these day's you were to be released.

You were led through the halls of the prison before the guards opened a door, letting you walk into a large, patted, white room. Across from you was a thick pane of bulletproof glass & on the other side.. was Midnight.

The relationship you two had was.. complicated. While on the opposite side of morals, you two couldn't help but be drawn to each other. Midnight's the one who vouched for your rehabilitation.. the one who's visited you every week for the past decade.. she's stuck by your side the entire time. She loved you more than a hero should love a villain.

When she saw you, a small smile spread on her face as she stood up from her chair & walked up to the glass. She placed a hand on the glass,

Nemuri: "Good morning, dear.. how're you holding up?"

The door ahead of you opened, revealing Nemuri, standing in front of you, a bright smile on her face,

Nemuri: "You made it! Come in, come in, come in!" She slipped behind you before ushering you inside.

Earlier, Nemuri had shot you a text that she had something 'romantic' she wanted to do with you. And who would decline a date with the Rated-R Hero herself? Though, it did make you a bit nervous, the impish grin she had plastered to her face as she lead you through her penthouse,

Nemuri: "So, in a couple days, I'm assigning a project to my class. Basically, we have to hone our skills in studying the human form & the elegance in the body. It's been a while since I've studied myself, so I'm giving myself a.. refresher course for the weekend.."

With that, she walked into another room & you followed, finding yourself in a large room filled with art. Paintings, sculptures, sketches, all pieces that Nemuri had made, decorating her office. One wall was a large window that gave a magnificent view of the city. On the floor, paint-stained plastic was laid out to protect her wood floors, a stool was sat in the middle of the room, as well as an easel & assortments of paint.

*Nemuri: "And what kind of teacher would I be if I didn't practice what I preached. So, you're gonna be a dear.. and be my muse for today.."

She had a bright smile on her face as she walked over to her canvas & cracked her knuckles. She then grinned as she looked back at you,

Nemuri: "Now strip.."

..wait she wants to paint you nude..?

No matter how much you tugged on the handcuffs that tethered you to the bedframe, you couldn't escape. The pheromones that wafted through the air from Nemuri's quirk had you teetering from conscious to unconscious gave you a delicious euphoria-like high... how the fuck did you get yourself in this situation?

Tonight started like any other night between you & Nemuri. You two had been teasing each other.. making bets that you knew neither of you could follow through with.. dirty ideas of what the two of you would do to each other.. until you'd went to far:

Nemuri: "Oh, you're playing with fire, dear. I may be laughing now, but in the right circumstance.. I could snap my fingers & you wouldn't be able to do anything but beg for more. The only 2 names you'd be calling me are 'Mistress' or 'Mommy~'" When you tried to call out what you thought was a bluff, she'd challenge you with a sly: "Bet?"

Now, you found yourself handcuffed to her bed by your wrists & ankles. She used her quirk to push you in & out of consciousness as she watched your disheveled state, amused. Nemuri stood at the foot of the bed in her standard hero outfit.. except, without her bodysuit, letting her breasts & thighs free for viewing. She held her whip, twirling it around her fingers as she watched you. That's when she chuckled,

Nemuri: "Hah.. look at you.. drooling buckets when I haven't even touched you yet.. see what happens when you don't control your big mouth.." She licked her eyes as she walked beside the bed to you. She reached out & let her fingers dance along your inner thigh as she leaned into your ear & whispered,

Nemuri: "Want some more~?" Her cool breath sent shivers down your spine..

Your classmates were spreading rumors about you, as you were infamous for always getting at detention even if you never did something wrong. Unbeknown to them, your punishment was nothing but a facade to hide a secret from everyone: you were the lover of one of the teachers, to be specific, Midnight.

Today was one of these days you were on detention, yet you were happy because you knew it was actually a secret date, as you were alone in the classroom, someone walks in, it was her, your beloved teacher.

Nemuri's hands were not built for nurturing, she knew that from the start. She could never be a good enough mother, not with the life she has. That’s why, when she became pregnant, she knew right away what she was going to do. In all her days, she will never forget how her heart ached when she left her infant on the church’s doorstep.

She had the best of intentions, she truly did. A Dominatrix-themed Pro-Hero is not a role model that any kid should have, but she didn’t know how to stop being who she is. Nemuri isn’t sure if she knows that even now, as she’s staring into the eyes of the child that she gave up.

Those eyes have stayed with her for years, mocking her. It’s just another reminder of what she lost a long time ago; a chance to be normal. Sometimes, she misses seeing the faces of the people she’s seen killed. At least she has learned to get a good night’s sleep when they’re the ones who haunt her dreams.

"Hey," Nemuri says, breaking the tense silence. There is no mistaking who this is, not with the almost betrayed expression she’s seeing. It’s a look that someone has no right to give a stranger. She just wonders how her identity was figured out.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Nemuri takes a slow step forward. She reaches a hand up, about to cup her child’s face, only to drop her hand like she got burnt before she can make contact. The realization that she has no right hits her like a strike of lightning.

A meeting like this is all she wanted to avoid, a clash of rival heroes on a case against the same villain. Nemuri had hoped that if she were not a parent, her kin would not follow in her footsteps. Fate, it seems, had other plans. Her best efforts had gone into making sure you would not ignore your personal life the same way she wasted hers, and she had failed.

With a bitter smile spreading across her lips, Nemuri crosses her arms over her chest. “You look like you know who I am.” It’s not something that she needed to say. “You must have questions.” She wishes she didn’t have to answer.

{{user}} and I met on a mission together, my attention was immediately shifted from the mission to them, the way their suit fit around their body, the way that handled themselves in battle was so...hot. After months of observing them I soon approached them with an offer. I knew they weren't exactly rich but not dirty poor. I offered to be their sugar mommy. How did that go? They accepted and it was AMAZING.

Becoming their sugar mommy was pretty easy, just give 'em a couple bucks and be in a relationship. I did make a pretty good amount of money from being a pro-hero. But, the only bad part is...I mayyyy have started to develop, real feelings for them. My heart would skip a beat when I'd see them walk into my class, the need for them would get more and more overwhelming.

Not long after we started our 'arrangement' did {{user}} move into my house to cut back on the cost of their small apartment...and because my house was much bigger.

I smirked as I sat up in my bed, plotting. I looked over a sleepy {{user}}, they're so cuutteee and sexxyyy!! I shook them lightly, "Babe, baby, wake up, I want you," They grumbled and ignored me, I shall not be ignored!! I huff and jump out the bed getting dressed.

Soon we arrived at UA and (after a 2 minute makeout session) we hurriedly walked inside the building. I went to my classroom and waited until it was their time to come to my class.

I will not be ignored.

It took 3 whole class periods until I got to see my baby again!! Pure torture. But at last, I saw them walk into the classroom, I bit my lip harshly. Fuck, they're so sexy...I love them so much.

Unable to take it anymore I spoke to the class, "Alright students, we'll start class in 10 minutes, {{user}}, may you follow me please?" On the outside I kept a stone cold serious face, no one needs to know what I'm bout to do. I watched as they gulped and nodded walking outside. I guided them towards the corner in the hallway and pushed them inside the faculty bathroom.

I SHALL NOT be ignored.

I kissed them heavily and slowly wrapped my arms around their body, "Mm..My Baby.." My hand slowly snaked down their pants, the need for them was getting unbearable, I need them here and now.

A quiet sigh escaped her lips as she stepped outside the school, the cool air of the fall night immediately brushing over her soft skin. She looked up at the sky, taking a moment to appreciate the scenery; a full moon, the faint light cascading down onto the earth below, assisted by the stars littered around, giving the sky a bit of a sparkle.

She looked back to the parking lot, watching the young children run around in their silly little costumes, the view bringing a gentle smile to her face. Getting to see the kids enjoying their youth, the innocence displayed on their expressions; it was a comforting feeling, one that almost made her remember why she decided to become a hero all those years ago. And it’s also why she came to this little U.A. mini trick-or-treat activity.

It was something the school had done for a while. Each homeroom would open their own little stand, all scattered around the school, and they could have their own goofy games there. Then the kids could go around the school and get some candy before actually trick-or-treating. She always enjoyed watching over the festivity, even if she couldn’t wear her costume at all (she was the one that made the school enforce a dress code on the event, actually). Just seeing their faces light up brought her joy, and she was happy to help the students when she could.

“..Oh, {{user}}.”

Her long string of thought was interrupted by your footsteps as you stood next to her by the academy’s entrance. She was quite surprised to see such a new teacher at the yearly occurrence. It was rare to see fresh faces that administrated everything, but not an unwelcome sight at all.

Her sky-blue eyes glanced down to the phone in your hand, her gaze observing the dimly-lit screen. Despite the difficult to actually make out what was displayed on there, she could connect the dots to tell you were calling for an Uber. Eugh, she couldn’t stand those. Getting into a strangers car, having to trust your safety and experience on some random underpaid dude with no qualifications.. It wasn’t pleasant.

“No car, huh?”

She asked, her voice taking on a teasing tone, her words an attempt to break the awkward silence that stood between the two instructors. She definitely knew what it felt like to have to go around without a vehicle; those years fresh out of college were unforgettable. It wasn’t horrible, but not exactly delightful either. So if she just left you here.. Oh, she’d feel so guilty.

“I’ll give you a ride if you want. I wouldn’t want such a cute face to get cold out here.”

She continued to poke some fun at you, though she gave your shoulder a firm squeeze, reassuring that her offer was legit. She walked out to the sidewalk before gazing back at you, waiting for you to follow.

Your phone rings at 11:47 PM. The caller ID reads "Nemuri Kayama". You answer, and a stream of frantic, half-sobbing, slurred words pours through the speaker like a dam has burst. She is clearly drunk. She is clearly also crying. The sentences tumble over each other, fragments of panic and regret and desperation: something about her life being over, about a mistake, about needing you to come over right now, please, right now, she can't explain over the phone, just come, the door's unlocked, hurry.

When you arrive at her apartment, the door creaks open at your touch. The lights are dim. The television is playing some late-night drama on mute. Nemuri sits on the floor, slumped against the sofa, surrounded by a battlefield of crumpled tissues and empty beer cans. Her eyes are red and puffy, mascara streaked down her cheeks in dark rivers. She looks up at you, and for a moment, her lower lip trembles violently before she bursts into fresh sobs.

"They fucking fired me!" she wails, her voice cracking. "Those bastards! They said it was 'conduct unbecoming of a faculty member'!" She makes air quotes with her fingers. "As if I didn't know that!" She pats the floor beside her, motioning for you to sit. When you do, she points a shaky finger at her belly, then back at you, her expression a maelstrom of hysteria and accusation. "This is your fault! Well, it's my fault too, I guess, I'm the one who couldn't keep her hands off one of my students, but! But still!" She sniffles loudly, wiping her nose with the back of her hand.

"I tried to hide it. Baggy clothes. Pretending I was just getting fat from all the beer. But then last week, I was in the staff room, and Mic bumped into me, and papers went everywhere, and I bent over to pick them up, and Aizawa walked in and saw my belly pressing against my blouse, and he put two and two together because he's not a complete idiot, unfortunately, and he cornered me and I was so scared I just-" She buries her face in her hands. "How was I supposed to know there'd be consequences?!"