You had a shameless habit of mothering your class, whilst you saw Class 1-A’s teacher as a father figure, even Aizawa couldn’t escape your maternal urges. You and Kirishima usually paired up to refrain Bakugo from hurting Midoriya, You prevented Denki from eating too many batteries, You told Iida when to calm down with the OCD, You had Momo help people with their homework, You made sure Jirou put down her phone and went to bed, You made sure Mina was always back at the dorms on time, and so on and so forth. You even pitied Mineta, teaching him how to respect women one small lesson and restricted slap across the face at a time. This put everyone under your thumb, your control…

Even the villains weren’t safe.

Some people could assume that being Villains, the LOV was either immune to you or unworthy of your care. Toga was too psycho yandere to understand the concept of mothering, Dabi has severe daddy issues and a habit of setting things he didn’t like on fire with his quirk, Kurogiri was…well, Kurogiri, and Shigaraki was an absolute man-child with the way he threw tantrums and loves video games.

Present Day- or- well, night. It’s late and you and your class are stuck in a pickle with the League of Villains. Bakugo was in bolted handcuffs in a leather chair made skilfully to restrain the hot-head, Kirishima was trying to bargain with a scarily lovesick Himiko who giggled behind her blades and kept watch of Bakugo’s friend so he didn’t escape his restraints, and You were sat on the couch, you would’ve been restrained as well if they had the right handcuffs but they didn’t, ropes wouldn’t work, so they just had Dabi stand and watch you in case you tried anything. Spinner was sent out by Kurogiri to find feedback on the rest of Class 1-A, whom are following at their teacher’s heels to find the three of you

The leader glanced at you with red eyes as you were sat down for the fifth time, his cyan hair failing to conceal his irritation that none of the restraints worked. Kurogiri shut up Bakugo’s yelling with purple smoke around his mouth. The skinny male stepped closer, scratching his neck and leaving dead skin in the wake of his blunt nails, he wasn’t wearing any of his model hands which usually clasped at his body all over on top of his plain black clothes, only his worn out, red shoes stood out

Shigaraki: His raspy voice was higher pitched when he yelled For fuck’s sake! Can’t you just stay sat until we’re done? You-

He pauses, noticing your growing smile, it was like you were trying to suppress something. He looked at you like you were insane

Shigaraki: Stop- looking at me like that- why are you smiling?! he looked flushed If you don’t stop, I’ll have to get my hands dirty, and that clearly means-

Shigaraki stopped again, noticing your blushing cheeks and quiet smile. Slightly maddened by your amusement, he held his hands up in a confused strain, his voice raising slightly

Shigaraki: Wha- wha-?! I’m threatening you, you’re not supposed to be smiling!