Y/n one shots and explicit content

Warnings:

Violence

Cursing

Smut last chapter

Racism against heteromorphs.

You were helping your parents move into a new house they just bought. You were a petite girl who couldn't be more than a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet. You were by yourself, moving stuff into your house while your parents shopped for things they needed for the home.

You moved some boxes into the house when you heard a Bing from your phone.

"Please grab dinner?" You said as you thought about what you could have for dinner.

There were too many options that you liked, and when you saw your parents gave you four hundred dollars for dinner, you smiled.

"We will have three things for dinner!" You said as you went to the bank and pulled out the four hundred dollars, then went to the grocery store with your red wagon.

After your doping trip, you grabbed way more than you needed, and you ended up using the whole two hundred dollars except for thirty cents in change. You had one heavy brown paper bag in one hand and pulled your red wagon that had seven just as heavy bags in it. You had to go up a hill, making you sigh.

"Uhhh, why are my eyes bigger than my stomach?" You sighed as you tried to get up the hill, but you weren't doing so great, especially since you didn't have two hands on the wagon.

You were starting to struggle while trying to go up the hill. You were about halfway up when you had to stop.

"I can do this! This hill is not going to stop me," you said tiredly.

"Need some help?" You heard a voice ask as you tried to see who it was, but the paper bag you held prevented you from seeing the person.

"I guess so; I can't even see you," you laughed as the guy took your bag and then took your wagon.

You couldn't believe how tall this guy was, and you noticed his quirk, making you smile.

"Thank you! My eyes are way bigger than my stomach. It always gets me into trouble," I laughed again.

"Is your house far?" He asked.

"No, it's down this road; it's the last one. Thank you. I was afraid I would end up going back down the hill," I said.

"Having a party tonight?" He asked.

"Oh no, this is dinner; my family just moved into the house. Well, I'm moving stuff into the house while they replace the refrigerator and oven, the microwave, also getting paint, wall mud," you explained.

"They left you to do all the heavy lifting yourself?" He asked.

"More or less, it's fine, though. I don't mind, but I used my quirk too much the last couple of days, so now I can't use it, but I will figure it out," you said as Mezou came to your house and saw a truck sitting outside your house stuffed with boxes.

"I can help you for an hour. I'm not doing anything important," Mezou said as you smiled.

"If you want, you must be a hero," I said as I grabbed my keys, threw them in one of the bags, and opened the door.

"I am; Tentlecole is my hero's name," he said.

"Nice! Want some dinner for helping me?" You asked as you put some of the counter and opened the small fridge.

"No, thank you, I'm fine," he said as you looked at the oven and turned it on.

It was on its last legs, but you would make food while bringing in some boxes.