How would present mic, aizawa, midnight and ms joke act if one of their students sacrificed themselves to save the teachers life
Eraserhead
Devastated. Pissed. Literally any negative descriptor. We all know that his students are basically his children and to have one of them sacrifice their life? He put fear strong enough to kill a man into the villain, using it as a distraction until it was time for the parents of the student to be informed where he left their residence with his head hung low as grief radiated through the house and through himself. He can’t even sleep without seeing it on repeat again and again in his dreams and they all ended the same; with one less student then they entered the battlefield with. Overall I think he’d be the most distraught of the teachers in a situation like this.
Ms Joke.
Cannot for the life of her figure out where everything went so wrong but tries to cope using comedy. This led to her essentially ignoring her own feelings about the situation until they crashed through her mental barriers with the force of a tsunami. Slowly, things she used to enjoy seem less and less interesting, and her brain was always scattered as she fought to improve both her own strategies and that of her remaining students to prevent the situation from ever arising how it did again.
Present Mic
He was in both shock and denial for a while until it came time for him to speak at their funeral service. He gave his speech but then had to quickly excuse himself and ended up sobbing in his car as guilt overflowed and only multiplied as he spotted the students grieving family watching as the casket was lowered into the ground. He was forced into mandatory therapy before he was allowed to go back to doing his pro hero and teaching duties.
Midnight
She hadn’t noticed the villain coming up behind her until she heard the thud of bodies dropping behind her. She was distraught and wracked with guilt beyond what she knew was possible. She blamed herself for months despite knowing that the student knew full well that being a pro could cost them their life, even while in training, even when patrolling with someone more experienced. The press had a field day with the story, so much fun that it was hard for some people to tell what really happened. The only constant among all the stories was that she was to blame for the loss of that student and it haunts her everyday.
MC: Hey Barb, I have a question
Barbatos: (Already sensing some bullshit) What is it MC?
MC: Would you still love me if I was a rat?
Barbatos: Who said I loved you now?? (He definitely does)
MC: But what if I was a rat???
Barbatos: Like Solomon?
MC: Sure🧍
Barbatos: No.
He was never home.
Today was no different of course, he wished you a good day before you were even awake and now here you are. Sitting in his favorite restaurant, in his favorite dress, dressed to the nines all for him and he didn’t show up. Your texts have gone unanswered and your calls sent to voicemail as you wait for your husband to hopefully show up.
He never did.
So you brushed off the sympathetic glances and left in the rain, and when you finally made it home, the wound left by being stood up only stung more as you had forgotten about the rose petals you had scattered that were meant to be a surprise upon the end of your date. A date the two of you had planned for months. A date he said he wouldn’t forget. But here you sat, forgotten as easily as anything else outside of his work despite his promises that it wouldn’t happen. You sighed knowing you were gonna have to clean this up before he got back but you just couldn’t find the strength to do so as you dragged yourself to your shared bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, your heart heavy and eyes glazed with tears. You had waited hours only to be forgotten and you knew it would only happen again causing you to cry and sob into the bed until your eyes grew heavy and your breathing even.
Only hours later did your husband return, his blonde hair disheveled from his work day and confusion crossing his face as he walked in to see you vacuuming up the rose petals no longer dressed up and your face stained with tears. “What’s wrong love?” He asked concerned as you stepped away from him “you forgot Kento, again” you hissed as he looked at you confused for a moment before it finally slapped him in the face; he forgot your guys’ date.
“Love, I’m sorry work ran long and-” he started only to stop knowing excuses wouldn’t make this better, not anymore. “I’m sorry I forgot” he whispered, pulling you to him gently unsure if you would even let him hold you. But you did, you let him pull you in apologetically “I’m so tired of being forgotten” you sniffled knowing if you spoke to much on the matter you’d only cry more and you weren’t sure you had enough tears for that “I waited in the rain for you ya’ know?” you told him as he only held you tighter “It won’t happen again love I swear it” he whispered as you shook your head “it’ll happen again, it always does” and he couldn’t deny it, not when you seemed so sure of the fact and you were right it happened again and again, but somehow he always made up for it and somehow he always would.
The two of you confessed at the same time accidentally during a training session
Y'all be smokin together sometimes but not that often
Cuddles are a must <3
The two of you adopt a few cats together and they are basically your children
He can’t sleep in silence, there’s always some sort of noise in his room.
Watching him train with Aizawa is a daily occurrence.
It’s funny watchin Aizawa wrap him up in the capture weapon
He will give you silent treatment for like half an hour if you laugh tho
He’ll take the cats in your guys’ fake divorce
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-At one point he kept blasting Lana Del Rey Songs on repeat just cause.
- He is a Lana Del Rey stan.
- He’s stuck on lesbian TikTok and he has no clue why
- No cause he will die of loneliness if you don’t stay the night in his room
- Is a Tsundere most of the time though
- He likes going out on quiet nights
- One of his hobbies is sketching
- He has an entire sketchbook for random drawings of you
- Has difficulty sleeping in places that aren’t his or your room
- Has unsent love letters stashed under his mattress
Thinking About…
…Thinking about how Beelzebub has an appetite for more than food, often spending his nights with his face between your thighs using his strength to hold you down with a grip that you knew would leave bruises and honestly? Who cares about bruises when he went down on you like you were his last meal on death row. And he won’t stop for hours, not until you’re crying out from overstimulation and your cum is covering his face.Afterall he couldn’t leave his favorite human left unsatisfied.
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