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"AH JEEZ, WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Hitoshi managed to look back at you while Eri pulled him with her small arm. "Oh, if it isn't grumpy pants," he jokingly smiled while you held in your anger, clenching your fist in the process. "Eri, why don't you go to father's office for a while? I need a little talk with your..." you looked at Hitoshi straight in the eye, his violet ones teasingly staring back at yours. "...friend here," Eri quickly ran off and Hitoshi crossed his arms across his chest.

"Why do you need to talk to me, (your name)?"

It was a good thing that there were only a few students around and they don't seem to care that both of you were standing in the hallway, glaring at each other. "Just what the fuck are you trying to prove here, Hitoshi?" you whisper yelled at the male who had placed his hand on the side of his neck, lightly rubbing it. "Hm? What do you mean by that, Aizawa?" Hitoshi looked down on you with a sly smile. "What did you say to Eri to make her want you to be her babysitter?" You were ready to punch the guts out of this guy but you were trying to remain calm and civil. You didn't want to stoop down to his level, not yet anyway. "I didn't even know she'd want to pick me, (your name)," his brows furrowed as he gave a sarcastic smirk.

"Don't play games right now. Do you really just enjoy tormenting me?" You were ready to let this male taste your sweet blows but damn, he wasn't even answering half the confusion you have in your chest right now. "Maybe, yes. Maybe, no." Hitoshi walked to a nearby wall and leaned on it, placing his hands in his slacks' pockets. "First, you win student council elections. Second, you let the whole school make a rumor about us dating. Third, you make Eri choose you as her next babysitter. All of that in just one week, Hitoshi." You grabbed him by the collar and pulled him closer, your breath was fanning his face. "Tell me the truth. What the fuck do you want?"

"You." Hitoshi smiled, pushing your hands away from him. "Besides, let them know we're dating. It's bound to happen at some point, babe."

"Wow!" You crossed your arms on your chest and looked up at him. "I admire your flirting but I'm still not convinced. You know very well that I hate you, right?" Hitoshi put his head down and laughed, shaking his head. His hair swayed along with his actions. He looked up at you and you clearly were fuming with rage, just not strong enough to convince him you do hate him.

"I don't really think you do hate me, (your name)." Hitoshi simpered, leaning down on you. It was a good thing you weren't that short and reaching you was not a hassle to do while leaning on a wall. "Hate is such a strong word. It hurts me, baby..." His voice drops again and you felt your heart beat faster when it did. You looked away for an instant and sighed. "Then, t-that's good! I want you to feel h-hurt."

Why the fuck were you stuttering?

"Do you?" Hitoshi bit his tongue trying to keep his mouth from smiling at your blushing reaction. Your heart was racing at a speed you thought would never run for. Just as you were about to speak, the hallway echoed with Eri's running footsteps, calling out for the lilac-haired male. "Hitoshi! Dada wants to see you in his office!" He leaned back, shrugging and laughing, contented with your reaction before starting to walk with Eri to your father's office. "You know, you're really cute when I tease you like that, (your name). It really makes me want to do it more often. Should I?"

"What exactly do you mean by that?!" You ran after him, grabbing his arm and pulling him back to you. He faced you and you were fuming with anger and rage. He chuckled before biting his lower lip and looking at you sternly. "It means, I don't really have anything against you. I'm in need of a little more cash lately. I need this job... but if it makes you feel so threatened and your reaction stays like that when I do torment and tease you..." Hitoshi's face went near your ear, his voice tickling your every fiber. "...I won't stop doing so..."

With that, your grip around his arm tightened, causing him to flinch in pain. "You really want me to fucking hate you, don't you, Hitoshi Shinso?" You say through gritted teeth, your free hand forming into a fist, ready to give the tall male in front of you an uppercut. "Aw shucks, you shouldn't call me by my full name now, (your name) Aizawa. You can call me yours if you want." He cooed and smirked, a sly expression plastered on his face.

"And this is exactly why I hate you."

He pulls his arm from your tight grasp before waving goodbye to you. "I'll see you at the meeting later, baby~" you hated Hitoshi Shinso. But you don't quite get why you seem to love getting his attention.

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"MOM, I CAN'T HAVE HITOSHI IN THE HOUSE," you pouted while picking up the plates on the table, hearing the small clinks and clanks of the material. You recalled the conversation you had with Hitoshi in the hallway earlier and it always made your blood boil. Just what was his deal with you? "As much as I want Eri to be happy, I don't know if I'll be able to last a day with him around. We'd always be arguing!"

"As if you don't argue with your father every day, (your name)." Naomi raised her brows and tilted her head to prove a point. The blue-haired female tried her best to make you understand the situation—at least, just to make you accept the fact that he's going to be around for the year's weekends. This made you pout even more. "But mom, Hitoshi, and Dad are different people."

"Yes, but it seems like you can't tolerate them both. You always say you hate them and that you could never last a day when they torment you in different ways, but here you are, a few days later...right?" Naomi had turned on the faucet to let the water run, her soft skin brushing the cold water made your mother shiver faintly. "Besides, you'll probably just be stuck in your room while he's around. It'll be like nothing."

"Oh, fuck, c'mon mom. Don't do me like this!" You whined as you raised your arms in defeat, sitting down on the chair as you stared at your mother's back intently. "What if I wanted to go down and get some milk or water?"

"Then, you go down... and get it... like a normal human being, (your name)." Despite being such a softie, your mother is fairly sarcastic and harsh. You got that personality trait from her. Maybe that's why your father never really tried to argue with your mother because she always knows the right thing to say. "But with what he said earlier, there was one thing he was right about, mom..." your mother hummed lowly in response while you were drawing circles on the table, slowly feeling the friction between the wood and your finger. "I don't get why I always get surprised by his actions... he makes my blood boil but my reaction says differently...I hate it..."

"Well, darling, it's just like how you feel about your father..."

"And what's that supposed to be?" your eyes bore on to the dishes your mother was setting on the dryer and into her golden eyes when she finally faced you. Her smile made you feel warm inside but you know what she was going to say might or might not feel like a shard of glass cutting your skin. "You might hate him, (your name) but something deep inside you is holding on to something different. I don't know what that might be but there is something..." Your lips twitched nervously, shaking your head, as your mother's giggles resonated through the kitchen.

Why did you have so much faith that he would change back to the way he used to be?

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THE WORLD IS WEIRD FOR SOME REASON. Today felt like another bad dream for you. It happened this morning when you were sitting down on the student council room listening to some juniors arguing over what to address themselves as. The meeting was nothing but a boring way to listen to some junior's concerns about lockers, chairs, and air-conditioning. You sucked in your cheeks to prevent yourself from snapping, you should have been studying for a quiz right now for Chemistry but here you were, listening to some petty excuses for an argument. You finally sighed happily when the meeting was officially over.

"Alright, meeting dismissed." you stood up and one by one, the junior representatives left the room. You slumped on your chair and shook your head, letting out a puff of air. Hitoshi, for some reason, didn't want to come to the meeting and you know why--he hated interacting with juniors. Well, at least some of them. Most of the time, you would notice that juniors would find the sick son of a bitch as someone they would want to be in a relationship with.

"(Your name), let's go now. We still have a quiz to study for." Momo smiled at you from ear to ear as you grabbed your Chemistry book from under your table. While walking, you were studying your notes, avoiding people like you usually do and with Momo following close behind you. The hallway noise was blocked out by your concentration but something about it felt really odd.

The breeze was cooler and you felt chills run down your spine when it passed by your shoulder. However, you realized why that was the case when you were stopped by a figure right in front of you. The impact wasn't enough to make you fall but it was enough to make your book squish right your face. The smell of freshly picked flowers filled your nose as you slowly backed away, still not letting go of the book. The person in front of you grabbed the book from your hand and raised it high enough before closing it.

"I've been looking for you," Hitoshi's voice rang on your ears making you groan and look up to him, his tired eyes watched unto your groaning figure. "Your father needs to see us both in his office, (your name)," he smiled sarcastically making you massage both sides of your head with your fingers. "I've been seeing my dad more often than I should and I'm getting migraines easier. Don't you think it's such a coincidence that you're also around when that happens, Hitoshi?" you vocally complained while jumping to grab the book from his raised arm and walking to your father's office with Hitoshi chortling as he walked beside you.

"I don't think so, (your name)."

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YOUR FATHER'S OFFICE WAS COLD. It wasn't because his air conditioning might be in full blast but because of the tension and anxiousness that circled in the room while both of you waited for your father to speak. You bit the insides of your mouth, keeping yourself from shaking as you rubbed your arm for warmth. "I hope both of you have an idea of why I called you in." Your father sat on his chair, skimming through paperwork, not even bothering to look both of you in the eye. Both of you exhaled before nodding at the same time. "Hitoshi Shinso, you are now Eri Aizawa's new babysitter," he looked away from his paperwork for a while only to glare at Hitoshi, who sat straight directly. You looked down on your knees, restless that you still haven't studied for the quiz that would be happening in approximately forty minutes. And damn who knows what your father would do if you failed a quiz again.

"However, I do have a few rules." Your father raised a brow before clearing his throat to speak up again, his eyes squinting at the two individuals in front of him. "For whatever reason, I suggest you do not try to do the things you do here to (your name). I do not condone to such actions in school and neither will I allow it inside the four walls of my own home. Eri is your responsibility at the household and if you so lay a finger or even say a word that will lead to (your name)'s distractions, I will kick you out. Understood?"

"And you, (your name), you are not allowed to sabotage his job in our home, got it? If I do find out that you have sabotaged his task, I'll let him stay." Your father's voice went lower than it already was and you wanted to squirm away, your black hair covered your face as you looked at your hands on top of your thighs. His octave was the same one he would use whenever he would scold you at home and it is scaring the shit out of you. Hitoshi might have felt the same way because you swore you could see the tiny sweat drop fall on the side of his head. The tension in the room was getting colder and heavier as both of you started to breathe heavily. Your father looked at both of you taking in deep breaths and exhaling as if your whole life is dangling on a thread right now.

You fidgeted your gloves to distract yourself from the nervousness while Hitoshi wiped the sweat from his head using the back of his hand. "My wife and I would be away for the weekend." You looked up as if asking if you heard it right. You wondered if it was just the nervousness inside you that made you hallucinate overhearing things that were not true but your father's confirming sigh and nod said otherwise. "The school is sending us to a seminar. We'll be back by Sunday evening."

Both Hitoshi and you looked at one another at the same time. His eyes met yours and you both felt your hearts beat loud in the room and if it was possible, your father could probably hear both of your hearts trying to jump out of its cages. "You mean..."

"Yes, you'll be staying over for the weekend to babysit. You can take Eri's room as she sleeps with (your name)..." your father chuckled bitterly, giving both of you a one over. "Consider this as your first test. If you fail, we'll find another babysitter. If you succeed, you can come back next weekend."

Needless to say, you did fail your quiz that afternoon overthinking about the upcoming weekend with Shinso. The weekend was closing in with a few ticks of the clock and you feel your breath drawback thinking about what the hell was going to happen at home while he was there.

You were not sure how the hell you were going to take all of this in.

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A/N: Revamped Chapter Three! :) I love u all! And check out another upcoming reader insert I have that stars reader and shoto todoroki!  I hope you enjoyed this chapter and stay tuned for the next one!