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MHA122- Memes? [Soft R-18]
🕑 Added 2025-05-26 17:57:15 +0000 UTCDisclaimer:
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 timeline or age structure of the original series.
Memes mentioned in the chapter are at the end.
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The next morning slapped us back to ‘normal’ which, in this dorm, meant 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 me at least five messages every second, and Bakugo was already yelling at Kirishima about something. It was a standard morning.
As I checked the last meme Mina sent, I grimaced. “The fuck, Mina?”
She snickered, winking at me from across the room.
The meme was… foul. Like, if I showed it to a priest, they would set themselves on fire. The meme was a four-panel abomination. The first image? Me, standing over a knocked-out villain, bat resting on my shoulder.
The second? Mirko crouching next to me, licking her lips like she was about to eat me 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 mentors. One lesson. No protection."
Mina twirled a finger. “It gets worse.”
I swiped.
Jesus Christ.
I swiped again.
Oh, this was bad.
The meme was worse than the last. A four-panel atrocity of debauchery. The first image? Me 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."
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. “Outside.”
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 message from months ago… one of the first selfies she sent me after school started. Nothing weird, just her grinning at the camera, but in the background, reflected in her mirror? Her computer screen. And logged in, right there at the top, was the same handle from the cursed meme 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 memes!”
I leaned in, holding my phone up, thumb hovering over the last meme 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 some beta Japanese protagonist," I muttered. "Do not tempt me 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 me there was more under the surface. Game on, pinkie.
I stared at her. Her confidence was almost convincing, but she wasn’t fooling me. She could play the game 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 me to close the distance so fast.
She inhaled sharply. Her hands shot up, gripping my shoulders, but she didn’t push me 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 without making it obvious.
"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.
"Something 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 me.
So I kissed her.
Not some half-assed brush of lips. No hesitation. Just enough pressure to make her shiver against me.
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. "Something wrong?"
She pressed a hand to her mouth, staring at me 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 mean, 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 time to react before I pulled her back toward me.
"Wanna carry this to your bean bag? No, what you call it?" I tilted my head, smirking. "‘Don’t Ask’ Chair?"
Mina’s breath hitched just enough for me 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 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 me. "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 something under her breath but walked in. I followed, shutting the door behind me.
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 me. "You are annoying."
I barely moved. "You keep saying that."
She hesitated, then frowned like she was debating something. "I-"
I raised a brow. "What?"
She clenched her jaw, then grabbed the front of my jacket and yanked me forward.
I didn’t fight it. Didn’t even blink.
She hesitated just long enough for me to see her second-guessing herself. Then she surged forward and kissed me.
Harder than I did. Like she had something 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 me 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 something about it."
Her eyes narrowed. "You are pushing it."
I leaned in. "And?"
She grabbed my collar again, but this time, 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 me or fuck me harder. I took that as encouragement.
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 me. Not even the asshole System
Mina’s breath hitched as my hands dragged down her sides, fingers tracing bare skin. She rocked against me, 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. 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 me. 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 me.
"Ryuu," she exhaled, gripping my shoulders.
I hummed 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 me. 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 something about it."
She did.
Mina’s grin sharpened, fingers tightening around my shoulders. "Oh, you really wanna play that game, huh?"
I smirked. "You started it."
She surged up, flipping us over again, straddling my waist with an ease that told me 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. She shuddered, biting back a sound. I grinned.
"Who says I am not?"
She exhaled, then leaned down, close enough that 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 me. My breath hitched, but before I could say anything, she kissed me again… harder, deeper, like she wanted to make a point.
Her hands slid down, mapping me out like she was memorizing every inch. I did the same, 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 somewhere across the room. Her hands roamed, nails dragging lightly against my skin, a teasing touch that sent heat curling through my spine.
Mina smirked. "You are warmer than I expected."
I arched a brow. "Expecting me to be cold-blooded or something?"
She snorted. "I mean, you do act like a lizard sometimes."
I flipped us again, pinning her beneath me, my hands pressing into the mattress on either side of her head. She gasped, then grinned up at me, 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 skimmed 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 me.
"Fuck," she muttered, gripping my arms, her nails pressing just enough to leave 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… her fingers traced every inch of me in return, nails scratching lightly, her touch shifting between teasing and demanding.
She exhaled, forehead resting against mine. "God, you are insufferable."
I smirked. "You are literally pulling me down."
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 collarbone. "Takes one to know one."
She groaned. "Shut up and keep going."
So I did.
Eventually, the teasing slowed, the intensity simmering down. Mina's grip on me 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 met my eyes, lips curling into something 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 something about me being warm and rolled into me like a human burrito. Not gonna lie… it was nice. Disgusting. But nice.
Should I tag where R-18 starts in future chapters? Let me know.
Comments
TheFanficGOD
Think so too. Thank you
Marvin Baltes
The tagging is a good idea in my opinion. That way the true r18 chapters can be read in a appropriate setting. On the side, great chapter & a good way to start things
TheFanficGOD
Thank you. Fixing now
Marvin Baltes
Haven't read yet, but this is not in the coĺlection
