I found this on Qoutev and I was surprised. I should make a part 3 of this dang it. This is to celebrate our success of taking the top 1 in the izukuxreader tag!

This story is about how Eraserhead, Seraph and Present Mic met!

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To be honest…this wasn’t a bad room.

For young Shuzenji (Y/N), moving in flat that was given by U.A. was something big and so fancy even though she knew that she had roommates. Funny, she was just fourteen years old yet she got to live on a prestigious apartment inside a big building.

Ha. The world must love me.

But all her thoughts fell into trash as the elevator dinged open, revealing a tired-looking man in a yellow sleeping bag. His whole body was tucked in what it seems a cocoon but (Y/N) digressed and gave the man a confused look.

What in the world…

“You must be (Y/N). Come in, I’ll show you your room.”

The man let himself fall to the floor as he crawled like a freaky caterpillar which (Y/N) stared in mixed fascination and fear, the expression that was painted on her face was completely unreadable. With a scoff, the caterpillar-like male turned to the girl who was frozen in her position as if her feet were planted to the ground.

“What. Do you want to freeze out there or what?”

The (h/c) girl quickly snapped out of her trance, giving the male a brief nod as she pulled her trolley-bag along with her.

What the heck is happening to this goddamn world?

“Here’s your room.” The man stated in a low voice, “This is where you’re going to live. Uh…you can go around the house if you want to, you wouldn’t get lost anyway. See ya.” Then he crawled out of sight, causing for (Y/N) to sweat-drop as she sighed.

“What the hell was that thing?”

“It’s a special specie of human specimen. It’s called Aizawa Shouta.”

“HOLY SHIT—“ With a sharp turn, the poor girl jumped in her fighting stance, eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown and hands were lifted in defense and quirk was activated.

“Calm down, (Y/N). It’s just me.” The long-haired blonde calmly said, raising his eyebrow at her. (Y/N) gave the blonde a look, almost frightened like a cat facing a immensely huge dog.

And I’m not even kidding.

“Who are you?”

This dude is really rocking the mystery here. Even called me by my first name.

“I am…your lost brother.” Then the weird blonde spread his arms wide as if welcoming the girl into a hug.

“…Well, fuck you too.”

He burst into a fit of laughter, loudly and almost ear-splitting.

Goddamn, his voice is sure loud.

“I was just kidding.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes in sarcasm, crossing her arms as with a huff. “No shit, Sherlock.”

“HEY, HEY, NO RUDE STATEMENTS IN THIS HEAVENLY 20TH FLOOR!” (Y/N) couldn’t help but to wince in his loudness, covering her ears in hope to cease the volume but damn pete gives no shit so it was no luck. Not even a bit of his voice lowered.

“Okay, okay! Just please lower your voice down!”

“Joke’s on you, we aren’t on the library.”

Oh, how bad our little pissed (Y/N) wanted to suck the stamina out of this guy’s head.

God, if this is going to be my roommates, bury me deep in the ground…please. I fear that I’m not going to make it out alive.

It was as if (Y/N) popped a vein on her forehead, but she chose to calm down as she inhaled, eyeing the blonde mustache man and with the most gentliest and most softest voice (exaggeration intended because the girl deserves it) she said, “I ain’t going to eat your shits, so please…just please, fuck off.”

And so the story begins…of the three idiots living in same space, in the same room full of junk and shitty pranks.

End of Part 1
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Our little poor (Y/N) doesn’t even want to do any of the blonde’s shit, especially that he didn’t introduced himself yet. Perhaps…this was all a nice and huge prank and someone’s going to tell her that, ‘Ha! You’ve been trolled, your floor is on the **th floor and not here! Ha! Haha!’ or something pathetic like that…

“Anyways, how about we take a tour on the floor?! I’m afraid you’ll get lost because this floor is huge!”

The (h/c) headed girl narrowed her eyes, sweat-dropping in the process. “That…” She paused, debating whether to say it or no—but persuaded herself to say it anyway, “…specie you call Aizika—“

“It’s Aizawa Shouta.”

“Okay—Aizawa, whatever…He said th—“

“It’s not a he. Not in that cocoon state. It’s an it.”

“Fine! It said that the floor is—“

“Weird. That Aizawa rarely communicates in its cocoon form, why would it speak. This is a new evolution for i—“

“GODDAMN IT, JUST LET ME FUCKING SPEAK!”

The blonde unknown and fucking annoying male gave the our young (Y/N) a frightened and scared look as if she just had abused and offended his great, great, great, great ancestors. (Y/N) huffed in utter irritation and annoyance before shooting a glare towards the unknown male beside her.

“That Aizawa or whatever—said that I wouldn’t get lost in this floor. Who the heck am I supposed to believe in?!”

“You should believe in me, (Y/N). Because I’m ki—“

The girl growled in deep frustration, cutting off the blonde with a scowl. “I don’t even fucking know you.”

“You don’t?! I have radio shows…I was a guest at the talk in the television! TELEVISION, THAT BOX THAT ENTERTAINS PEOPLE! …Well, two years ago—but still!” The blonde looked at the (h/c) haired girl with hope in his eyes, deeply believing that the girl might have an idea about him.

“I don’t know you. Period.” The girl flatly deadpanned, eyes were narrow and sharp.

The blonde cried, falling to his knees as he sobbed, planting his face within his hands. “My shouts and calls…weren’t heard by this young girl. She’s such a poor girl.”

(Y/N) sighed, pointing the room Aizawa had shown to her—that specific room where she was supposed to stay on. “I’ll just go and arrange my things. I’m so ti—“

“I SHOULD ENLIGHTEN YOU WITH MY PARTY CHEERS AND WAKE THE EXCITEMENT IN YOUR SOUL! COME WITH ME—“

“Eh?! I don’t go with strangers!”

“I’m Yamada Hizashi—And I’ll be your friend! Do you want some candy or chocolates? I'll give it to you once you come with me!”

“Eh, why do you talk like you’re gonna fucking kidnap me and forcefully take me into a white van?!”

The blonde just laughed hysterically, dragging the helpless girl away from her room. “Because I’m kind.”

“You’re not.”

(Y/N) just sighed sharply, eye twitching in irritation and annoyance. This man wasn’t rocking the welcoming celebration. He was making it worse…

Damn, someone take me away from this place…I might have traumas.

The blonde kicked a door open, revealing a prestigious bathroom with shining and shimmering, as if it was brand new. “Tadaaaa~! A bathroom!”

“What—wait, how did we get here from my room—what?!”

The girl just wandered her eyes around the shimmering bathroom, not pleased for one bit because the bathroom was like the unicorn just pooped glitters in it. It’s too shiny.

“It’s a bathroom. A normal bathroom. Like it has showers! A sink! A toilet! How exciting right?!” Yamada exclaimed, gesturing for the beautiful bathroom.

“It’s a fucking normal bathroom. What gives?”

“Nothing. You have your own bathroom, by the way—just saying. MOVING ON!” Then the blonde pulled the poor girl who just sweat-dropped at the weirdness the blonde was doing.

“Who uses that bathroom if I have a bathroom?”

“No one. I just wanted to show how dazzling it was.”

The girl wanted to give up and just lie on the floor peacefully, but—damn it, her peaceful days might be over.

“Here is the thinking room!”

“It’s just a blank and white room…”

The blonde nodded as he proclaimed, “This is where we think. You just lock yourself in it and think—let yourself drown in your thoughts and life, have the four corners of the room suffocate you and make you think you’re small because life sucks and wish that you’re dead because you realize that you’re dead inside.”

The girl eyed the loud male in disbelief, her mouth was slightly gaping in both shock and…confusion and weirdness.

“…That is one fucked up room, why is it established?”

“Aizawa requested it. Moving on!”

Oh my freaking biscuits, this guy will never stop. Someone, help me…

“This is the kitchen!” Yamada chirped enthusiastically, while (Y/N)’s interest was piqued because, fucking finally…something normal.

“Oh, kitch—HEY WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS FOREST OF UNKNOWN?!”

Our little (Y/N) gives up…this was too much.

The kitchen was too messy, too dirty that fungus and mushrooms grow everywhere, along with the mosses on the plates and a butterfly—fucking butterfly flying freely in the room. Take note of the violet soup on the corner and something…rainbow like on the sink…like the unicorn that pooped glitters on the bathroom just puked rainbows on the sink.

The girl was disgusted as shit.

“Your bathroom…is way cleaner that the kitchen…” She inhaled shakily, fists were clenched and veins were popping in her forehead. “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!!”

Yamada’s face fell into a serious frown. “No. This is not a joke.”

Perhaps…this was all a nice and huge prank and someone’s going to tell her that, ‘Ha! You’ve been trolled, your floor is on the **th floor and not here! Ha! Haha!’ or something pathetic like that…

But sadly no…the poor (Y/N) was stuck in this hellhole. As if the world was lifting a middle finger at her.

‘Way to go, mother Earth.’ She thought with a look, dead as a corpse.

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Ending words: Wait later. I will freaking update both Famous Secret and this book.
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