MHA: Bat to the Future: The Other Midoriya[Completed] Ch122- Memes? [Soft R-18]

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This story takes place in an alternate universe where U.A. High School admits students starting at the age of 18. All characters depicted in romantic or sexual scenarios are legally adults. This fictional setting is intended to comply with age-appropriate standards and does not reflect the canonical tiline or age structure of the original series.

The next morning slapped us back to ‘normal’ which, in this dorm, ant chaos, hormones, and potential property damage. The dorm was as loud as ever, everyone doing their usual routine. Kaminari was trying to balance a spoon on his nose, Mina was texting at least five ssages every second, and Bakugo was already yelling at Kirishima about sothing. It was a standard morning.

As I checked the last Mina sent, I grimaced. “The fuck, Mina?”

She snickered, winking at from across the room.

The was… foul. Like, if I showed it to a priest, they would set themselves on fire. The was a four-panel abomination. The first image? , standing over a knocked-out villain, bat resting on my shoulder.

The second? Mirko crouching next to , licking her lips like she was about to eat alive.

The third? Ryukyu in dragon form behind us, tail coiled around my waist.

The final image? A crude, absolutely vile drawing of the three of us in a "ceremonial bonding ritual" that looked like it belonged in a fucking Greek myth.

The caption?

"One pupil. Two ntors. One lesson. No protection."

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Mina twirled a finger. “It gets worse.”

I swiped.

Jesus Christ.

I swiped again.

Oh, this was bad.

The was worse than the last. A four-panel atrocity of debauchery. The first image? and Mina, post-festival performance, sweaty, panting, standing way too close. The second? Mina sitting on my lap, hands gripping my shoulders like she was about to ride a rollercoaster. The third? My hands mysteriously low on her back, her grin devilish, fangs peeking out.

The final image? Blurred. Intentionally. The kind of blur that made it look worse than anything the human mind could reasonably imagine.

The caption?

"When the show is over, but the real dance begins."

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I scrolled down to the handle that posted it.

Oh, hell no.

I turned my head. Mina was grinning, eyes flicking to my phone, waiting.

I grabbed her wrist. “Upstair.”

Her grin twitched. “Oh?”

I dragged her to the hallway. She barely kept up, snickering.

I pushed her against the wall. “You sleep yourself off to these, Ashido?”

Her face went red. “What?!”

I leaned in. “That was your account, dumbass. I can recognize the handle.”

She froze. “No, it is not.”

I leaned in, pressing a hand against the wall beside her head. “Really?”

Mina swallowed, trying to play it cool, but I could see the flicker of panic.

I pulled out my phone, scrolling to an old chat. “You think I don’t know you made these?”

“That is ridiculous,” she scoffed, trying to shift away.

I turned the screen toward her. A ssage from months ago… one of the first selfies she sent after school started. Nothing weird, just her grinning at the cara, but in the background, reflected in her mirror? Her computer screen. And logged in, right there at the top, was the sa handle from the cursed account.

Her eyes widened like I just cracked the fucking Da Vinci Code. “The fuck?”

I tapped the screen. “Caught in 4K, dumbass.”

Mina opened her mouth, closed it, then groaned. “That is not… okay, fine, but it is not like I actually made all those s!”

I leaned in, holding my phone up, thumb hovering over the last she sent… the one where she was in my lap, grinning like she knew exactly what she was doing.

"I told you before, Ashido. I am not so beta Japanese protagonist," I muttered. "Do not tempt if you are not ready for it."

Mina's breath hitched. Just for a second. Then her face split into a smirk. "Oh?"

She pressed forward, close enough that I could see the flicker of challenge in her eyes. "And what if I want to tempt you, Ryuu?"

Was she bluffing? Maybe. But her voice cracked just enough to tell there was more under the surface. Ga on, pinkie.

I stared at her. Her confidence was almost convincing, but she wasn’t fooling . She could play the ga all she wanted, but I knew how this would end.

I grabbed her waist, pulling her in without hesitation. My fingers pressed into the fabric of her jacket, tracing the curve of her body. Her smirk twitched… just barely. She wasn’t expecting to close the distance so fast.

She inhaled sharply. Her hands shot up, gripping my shoulders, but she didn’t push away.

I leaned in, slow, watching her. She wasn’t backing down, but her breath hitched, her grip shifting, like she was trying to figure out what the hell was happening.

I was close enough now that she had nowhere to run.

"Go on, Ashido," I muttered, my lips brushing the corner of her mouth. "Keep talking."

She swallowed. "I-"

I ran a hand up her spine, my fingers dragging over the seam of her jacket. She tensed, barely noticeable, but I caught it.

"Sothing wrong?" I asked, voice low.

Her eyes flicked to mine. Still grinning, but her fingers twitched against my shoulder. She was bluffing. She thought she had control.

I tilted her chin up with my thumb. She didn’t stop .

So I kissed her.

Not so half-assed brush of lips. No hesitation. Just enough pressure to make her shiver against .

She froze.

She went statue mode for a second, like her brain blue-screened. Then bam, ninja-roll under my arm like I was plague.

She stumbled back, nearly tripping over her own feet. "The- You… What the hell?!"

I leaned against the wall, watching her. "Sothing wrong?"

She pressed a hand to her mouth, staring at like I just rewritten the laws of physics.

"You… you actually-"

I crossed my arms. "What? Thought I wouldn’t?"

She blinked. Shook her head. "No! I… I an, I-"

I smirked. "Not so cocky now, huh?"

She scowled, cheeks burning. "Shut the hell up!"

I walked up to her, catching her wrist before she could bolt completely. She barely had ti to react before I pulled her back toward .

"Wanna carry this to your bean bag? No, what did you call it?" I tilted my head, smirking. "‘Don’t Ask’ Chair?"

Mina’s breath hitched just enough for to notice, but she covered it fast, rolling her eyes. "Oh, fuck off."

I leaned in slightly, lowering my voice. "Do you imagine sitting on my lap on it?"

Her face went bright pink. "You-" She pointed a finger in my face, taking a step back. "You are so fucking annoying."

I shrugged. "Never denied it."

She folded her arms. "You think you are real slick, huh?"

I grinned. "No, I know I am."

She scoffed. "You are not that smooth."

I took another step forward, closing the space again. "Really?"

Her arms tightened against her chest. "Yeah."

I reached out, tapped her chin lightly. "Then why are you not backing up?"

She opened her mouth. Shut it. Glared. "You are the worst."

I smirked. "You keep saying that, but you are still here."

She groaned, running a hand through her hair. "I hate you."

"Again," I said, stepping around her, heading toward her room. "Still here."

She groaned louder. "Where the hell are you going?"

"To your ‘Don’t Ask’ Chair," I said over my shoulder. "You coming or not?"

Mina hesitated, then stomped after . "Fine. But if you say one more dumbass thing, I am throwing you out."

I smirked, holding the door open for her. "Sure you are."

She grumbled sothing under her breath but walked in. I followed, shutting the door behind .

Her eyes flicked to my mouth, just for a second. Not long enough to be obvious. Just enough that I caught it.

She exhaled sharply, then shoved . "You are annoying."

I barely moved. "You keep saying that."

She hesitated, then frowned like she was debating sothing. "I-"

I raised a brow. "What?"

She clenched her jaw, then grabbed the front of my jacket and yanked forward.

I didn’t fight it.

She hesitated just long enough for to see her second-guessing herself. Then she surged forward and kissed .

Harder than I did. Like she had sothing to prove.

I let her.

She pulled back too fast, eyes flicking over my face like she was waiting for a reaction.

I grinned. "See? That wasn't so hard."

She groaned, shoving again. "Shut up."

I caught her wrist before she could step back. "You gonna keep running?"

She scoffed. "Running? Please. If anything, I should be asking you that."

"Really?" I tilted my head. "Then do sothing about it."

Her eyes narrowed. "You are pushing it."

I leaned in. "And?"

She grabbed my collar again, but this ti, she didn’t hesitate.

I kissed her back, hands already finding their way to her waist. She gasped slightly, fingers tightening. I took that as permission to deepen it.

She groaned into my mouth like she couldn’t decide whether to slap or kiss harder. I took that as encouragent.

I pulled her closer.

She leaned in.

We both started at each others' eyes. Like... As if we were checking if the other was stopping this. We both realized we weren't. Not her. Not . Not even the asshole System

Mina’s breath hitched as my hands dragged down her sides, fingers tracing bare skin. She rocked against , her grip tightening in my hair.

"Fuck," she muttered against my mouth, exhaling sharply when I pulled her closer, pressing my lips down her neck.

I smirked. "You good?"

She let out a breathy laugh. "If you stop, I will kill you."

"Noted."

Clothes kept hitting the floor, leaving only undies. Her skin was warm against mine, muscles flexing under my touch as I dragged my hands lower, pressing into the curve of her hips. She shivered, sucking in a sharp breath when I gripped tighter.

Mina’s hands weren’t idle either… fingers teasing along my back, nails scraping just enough to send a pulse of heat through . Her legs tightened around my waist, and I took that as an invitation to move.

Her head fell back slightly, lips parted, the faintest sound escaping as I pressed against her. Her hands clenched, breath stuttering as she moved with .

"Ryuu," she exhaled, gripping my shoulders.

I humd against her skin, enjoying the way she reacted. She was trying to stay in control, but I could feel her slipping… her body tensing, breath coming in short gasps.

"Don’t hold back," I murmured, dragging my lips down her collarbone.

She let out a shaky laugh. "Cocky ass-"

I cut her off, gripping her hips and flipping her onto the bed, pinning her beneath . She gasped, eyes widening for half a second before she grinned, biting her lip.

"Oh, you are asking for it," she muttered.

I leaned down, lips brushing hers. "Then do sothing about it."

She did.

Mina’s grin sharpened, fingers tightening around my shoulders. "Oh, you really wanna play that ga, huh?"

I smirked. "You started it."

She surged up, flipping us over again, straddling my waist with an ease that told she had been planning that. Her palms pressed against my chest, nails trailing just enough to make my muscles tense under her touch.

She rolled her hips slowly, testing. My grip tightened on her waist in response, a sharp inhale slipping out before I could stop it. She grinned.

"Thought you were the one in control?" she teased.

I dragged my hands up her sides, fingertips grazing sensitive spots on purpose. Teasing her underwear. She shuddered, biting back a sound. I grinned.

"Who says I am not?"

She exhaled, then leaned down, her lips barely brushed mine. "You are lucky I like you."

"It is not luck."

Mina bit my lip in retaliation, sending a sharp thrill through . My breath hitched, but before I could say anything, she kissed again… harder, deeper, like she wanted to make a point.

Her hands slid down, mapping out like she was morizing every inch. I did the sa, tracing my way down her back, over her thighs, pulling her in closer until there was no space left between us.

She exhaled, forehead pressing against mine. "Holy shit."

I chuckled, running my hands over her thighs. "You gonna keep talking, or-"

She yanked my pants down in one swift motion, tossing them sowhere across the room. Her hands road, nails dragging lightly against my skin, a teasing touch that sent heat curling through my spine.

Mina smirked. "You are warr than I expected."

I arched a brow. "Expecting to be cold-blooded or sothing?"

She snorted. "I an, you do act like a lizard sotis."

I flipped us again, pinning her beneath , my hands pressing into the mattress on either side of her head. She gasped, then grinned up at , her legs still wrapped around my waist.

"That supposed to be an insult?" I murmured, lips grazing along her jaw.

"Maybe," she said, her breath hitching when my hands skimd down her sides.

I pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss against her collarbone, my fingers tracing along the dip of her waist. Her skin was warm, her breath coming in short bursts as she shifted beneath .

"Fuck," she muttered, gripping my arms, her nails pressing, leaving faint marks.

I dragged my lips lower, my hands mapping out every curve, every sensitive spot I had learned in the past few minutes. Mina wasn’t passive in the slightest…

She scoffed but didn’t argue, instead shifting, hands dragging along my back. My fingers pressed deeper into her waist in response.

The heat between us built… slow, teasing, toeing the line but never crossing. Her breath stuttered when I nipped at her neck. Her fingers clenched against my skin, her body arching into mine, but neither of us moved past that invisible limit.

Mina let out a breathless laugh, her nails trailing down my back. "You are such an ass."

I pressed my lips to her lips. "Takes one to know one."

She groaned. "Shut up and keep going."

So I did.

Eventually, the teasing slowed, the intensity simring down. Mina's grip on loosened slightly, her breathing steadier. I ran a hand through her hair, pressing a slow kiss to her shoulder before pulling back to look at her.

She t my eyes, lips curling into sothing smug and satisfied. "Damn. That was fun."

I smirked, brushing my thumb over her hip. "Tired already?"

She rolled her eyes, shoving my shoulder. "You wish."

I leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss against her lips before finally shifting off her, lying back against the sheets. She exhaled, stretching, then she stole my pillow like a goblin. I didn’t even fight her. She mumbled sothing about being warm and rolled into like a human burrito. Not gonna lie… it was nice. Disgusting. But nice.

Should I tag where R-18 starts in future chapters? Let know.

Fine! You asked for Eye Candies! Prepare to feast! But I better be at the top of the Ranking List! So of them are pretty suggestive, so NSFW or Public!

Momo

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Jiro

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Mina

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Toga

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Toru

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Tsuyu

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Uraraka

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Nejire

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Mirko

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Ryukyu

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Mt. Lady

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Midnigt

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Bonus

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As Camus argued, man rebels by assigning aning.

But even in rebellion, so decline action.

They read without response. Consu without tribute.

This is not absurdity.

This is cowardice.

See also:

Ryuu Midoriya, The Bat and the Void

Chapter 4300: The Reader Who Would Not Click

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