(Fluff! And some sexual comments, lol.)

Songs:

SG – Ozuna, Megan Thee Stallion and LISA

Titi Me Pregunto – Bad Bunny

Saoko – ROSALIA

Dakiti – Bad Bunny and Jhay Cortez.

Propuesta Indecente – Romeo Santos

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Momo's mansion was massive. Y/n knew her best friend was rich, but this was – holy shit why were there so many people coming to this party?!

Watching them drive up to the house from the balcony window. Y/n didn't even know some of these faces, they were all mingling and laughing carefree, waiting to get inside the house. The music already beating through the gigantic house. Momo's family was loaded, it was almost like the Yaoyorozu's were royalty. The house was what someone would expect from a very wealthy family. Every decoration and furniture were simple and expensive looking. There were butlers and maids roaming around, working behind the scenes. Trying to keep the mess to a minimum and making sure to keep all the partygoers in one location.

Y/n was brought here earlier by her brother, both siblings getting ready in one of the many rooms of the mansion. Hitoshi looked so handsome in dark jeans and a black shirt. She was sure he picked those colors because of their father. He really looked up to the older man. Black was literally the Aizawa family color. It's almost like they were the Adam's family, but instead called the Aizawa family. Many different colorful personalities living together, however, only choosing to wear all black.

It was also the color she wore tonight the gift Mina handed her. Long high heeled velvety black boots – going up mid thighs and a black low turtle-neck crop top shirt – with high waisted black shorts. Wearing Shouto's light denim jacket on top, a green elastic choker on her neck to represent Izuku and a hairband with cat lacy ears as an accessory with red crystals for Katsuki.

For some reason these people liked to have the air conditioner at full blast, wearing all this ensemble would keep her warm. Shouto's clothes always ran warm anyways, probably because he knew Y/n would steal them and he wanted to keep them warm for her. Y/n was always prepared, and her best friends knew what she liked to wear. This outfit was perfect, looking classy and hiding all her scars.

Mina did Y/n's make-up, she didn't want to overdo it too much, trying to keep it all natural, with long lashes. Her e/c eyes popping out because of the dark winged eyeliner. According to Mina, she could 'slay bitches with her eyes'. Her lips plump and a soft pink shade. A light blush on her soft cheeks to finish the look. Her make-up was done in a more subtle way than what they did to her at the club. Making her assets pop out naturally rather than forcing her to look ten times older. Momo helped Y/n with her hair. Straitening her locks and giving her a half-up look – a high ponytail, and the rest of her hair down.

The cat ears making the ensemble much more adorable and bad ass looking.

Letting her best friends do whatever they wanted to her and just talking about anything and everything in life. All three girls gushing over one another and just having fun. Y/n really loved them, they both accepted her with welcoming arms. Not blaming her at all for what happened at the sports festival. Still seeing her as a part of their group other than an outcast. Like sisters, best friend sisters.

After they were done with Y/n, Hitoshi even took a couple of pictures with his sister using his phone, for how good they both looked and sent it to Aizawa. Of course, the sneaky father took screenshots and sent him a couple of black (his favorite color) hearts back, telling them not to act too crazy for tonight and he would expect them home right after, if not early in the morning. Or he would release the hound.

Literally release Hound Dog the pro-hero.

"Oh, I like that one!" Y/n with a big smile, looking at the photo they both just took gushed over Hitoshi's shoulder. Moving his violet locks out of the way, his hair was always so messy, but it looked good on him.

In the photo he had a big grin fully hugging his sister from behind, while Y/n took the photo with a wink and her dimple showing.

"Great, cause, I just posted it on Instagram and the likes are growing by the minute." Hitoshi softly laughed showing a confused Y/n the social media application on his phone. Her eyes bulging from the high number of the likes on the photo.

"Woah, 'Toshi, that many people know you?! You're like super-duper famous!" Said girl responded, not understanding how social media platforms worked since she didn't really pay attention to her phone. She barely knew how to respond to text messages and phone calls. She still forgot her phone in her dorm sometimes.

Her brother palmed his forehead, from the comment she made. Sometimes she acted like young Eri.

"You innocent child, they're my followers. We all have a hero social media account. You know for branding and marketing purposes. I normally don't post, but when I do its moments like these. Look..." Hitoshi showed her photos of him and Eri, and him with Aizawa at a top tower doing hero work. He even had one with Miguel eating ice cream. All dated sporadically, it didn't seem like he posted a lot. "I hate it, but this way the people who follow me know what I'm doing. And the reaction from the photo I just posted with you is blowing up. You should think about getting an account started."

Y/n made a disgusted face, already hating the idea. "That sounds so hard and time consuming. Can't I just do regular hero work without all that stuff?"

"Trust me I'm with you, but it will help with future hero rankings." Hitoshi cackled softly from his sister's face, completely agreeing with how she felt about the marketing of oneself in the hero world.

Ruffling her ponytail since he couldn't ruffle her hair normally or Momo would kill him with the glare, she just warned him with, Hitoshi smiled softly at his sister. He was glad she was in much better spirits. They haven't really talked about Nemuri's death and the argument her and Rosalinda were still having. But at least, now Y/n wasn't as sad anymore. The Aizawa's were a tight knit family and it all started because of their father. They just had to work around this boulder of lies and resentment. It would get done tomorrow, today was more for having fun and relaxing.

Like a cleansing ritual.

Besides their late sensei, Midnight, loved parties. She was the life of the party. And in a way this was also like a party to represent the love and laughter she brought to people's lives. The lives she touched – those people will never forget about her. They learned from her, especially the U.A. students. She changed so many lives, including all the Aizawa children. The mother figure they did not have. Still, Nemuri would never want them to be depressed over her death. She always saw life as a small journey then when the time came to go back to where one came from, she welcomed it with open arms. She didn't want anyone to be sad of her death. She wanted to be celebrated.

For everyone to remember the good she left behind, not the sorrow her death caused.

The violet haired young man was going to make it his mission to have his sister understand that. She didn't have a lot of time with Nemuri, but he did, and he was going to help her accept and move on from their sensei's death. Even if he complained all the time about the older woman, when she teased him. Hitoshi knew Nemuri very well. She was family and he'll help his sister along the way. Because even if Y/n wasn't technically Nemuri's biological daughter, he could see some of the light the pro-hero left behind in her. The light which resembled the eccentric older sensei he would never forget.

"Shinsou, please don't mess the work I did on your sister, I know she can be adorable but that took me two hours." Momo grumbled from her vanity desk. Doing final touches on her make-up that Mina was helping her with. She looked absolutely radiant in her red dress and hair down in soft waves.

Both siblings were in Momo's room, waiting for the two girls to finish so they could all join the party downstairs.

Laughing softly, Mina added the last pink color to Momo's cheek, giving her a natural looking blush. "Don't get too upset Yao-Momo, even I want to pinch Y/n's cheek whenever she makes comments like those."

Folding her arms and leaning back on her brother comfortably, Y/n rolled her eyes. "I feel like I should be insulted somehow. But I have no clue how this 'social media' thing works. I'm literally confused about the whole thing. Why are people so obsessed with other people's lives anyway?"

"Don't worry about it sweetie. I'm sure Mina will give you the one-on-one training soon." With a warm smile, Momo got rid of Mina's lint from the white outfit she wore – a crop white top with golden accents, and a tight leather white skirt.

"Oh yeah, totes! However, in the meantime I'll keep taking pictures with you and posting them to gain more followers." Mina laughed from Momo's small smack to her pink thigh. "What!? You can't judge me girl. Ever since I posted that reel of us in the music room, I've gained three thousand followers."

"Shut up?!" Momo gasped forcing Mina to show her the account as proof. "Oh my god, what the hell?! Maybe we should all be adopted by Aizawa then."

"I know right, it's almost not fair!" Mina agreed instantly, gushing about how many people asked for more content on the girl who was nonexistent online.

It was to be expected. Y/n was a mystery to the world, the only time she came out was for a short time in the sports festival and even that wasn't enough for the hungry eyes of the media. Since she didn't have any social media accounts herself, whatever her classmates posted, if she was in the photo of course it would blow out of proportion.

Everyone wanted to know who Y/n Aizawa was.

Also, since Izuku's speech the world wanted more information on the girl who was able to capture the heart of one of the rising young heroes. There were also photos of her walking with Shouto in some local places of Musutafu and with Katsuki at a park, a picture taken when they were training. Japan was dying to know who she was dating. Not really knowing she was with the three of them.

There were even some photos of her with Hanta, her best friend, and Fumikage when she accompanied him to his poetry outings. Of course, there were also the photos Mina posted with her, Y/n, and Momo whenever they did their shenanigans. Every photo of her existence to the world was one not done by herself. Her lovers had some posted on their accounts as well, not answering any questions when they were asked.

And since the media didn't have any background or information on Y/n, they were going wild with theories and stories.

As Mina and Momo talked to each other, about ranks and polls and other stuff that made no sense to Y/n, the girl cutely played with her brother's fingers. His small smile, turning into laughter for how interested she was on his scars from his hands. Turning his hand over and examining each scar with her finger. Scars he got from hero work.

"She's like an obedient pet." Hitoshi poked his sister's one dimple trying to annoy her. Which worked when her eyes flashed scarlet.

"Huh? The fuck, that's rude!" Y/n gave her brother a stinky glare before stomping her foot on his. Making him yelp in pain when the heel dug on his toes.

"You little shit!" Hitoshi tried to launch at Y/n, who was cackling at his expense, ready to tackle her to the ground, however, was stopped by Momo.

"Okay, children settle down. Honestly if this is what Aizawa has to deal with, then I wouldn't want to be related to you. I think the only calm one out of you guys is Eri."

"Well..." Hitoshi scratched the back of his neck with a sheepish smile.

"Oh god!" Mina groaned, "What did you two do to her innocent mind."

Y/n munching on some cotton candy she stole earlier before the party started, laughed in response. Mina took it away from her when she was working on her face earlier. Of course, she would start eating it again when she was done. "Nah that was actually Miguel's fault. Those two are joined by the hip by now."

"I have a feeling you still had something to do with it, Y/n." Mina told the girl with a deadpan expression. Fixing Momo's dark locks.

Cackling from the comment, Y/n only nodded munching happily on her fluffy candy. "Yeah, you're probably right. I usually corrupt people that way. They've both been talking back to Dadzawa. Anyways, are we heading down now? I'm almost out of this." Y/n's saddened eyes looked to her cotton candy that was almost practically gone by now.

It was also her fourth one.

"Okay." Mina's voice changed to concern, walking to the girl, and removing the fluffy joy from her hand, sticking it all into her mouth. "No more for you, Kat told me to stop you when you got excessive. Something about possible diabetes if you didn't eat better. Sorry love." She apologized after seeing her saddened e/c eyes.

"Minaaaaa!" Y/n comically cried, her heart hurting a little for her food being taken away.

"Let's get you a platter of vegetables and fruits with peanut butter, okay?" Momo told her gently. It was still technically her birthday party. But they didn't want her to get a disease either.

Grumbling at first, Y/n sighed out heavy. She knew they were only doing this to protect her. She did have to eat healthier. "Fine." Then whined when Hitoshi pulled on her ponytail to have her stop acting like a brat.

"Cool, so I can take her down now then? The party's literally on full rage right now, you three took way too long to get ready. I also promised dad not to leave her out of my sight, so I've been stuck here too." Hitoshi told them with boredom oozing out of his deep voice. As though even standing was the hardest thing to do in life. Keeping his sister's cat like scratching at bay with his hand for how tall he was.

"Yeah, go ahead, we'll be down shortly. I still need to finish my hair." Mina told them plainly, rummaging through Momo's vanity set, hooking up the curler iron to the wall to do some final touches.

"Oh, I have the perfect accessory for you!" Momo told her excitedly. Shooing the siblings away so Mina could finish her look.

Hitoshi not waiting any longer took Y/ns hand and out of the room. They were all the way at one end of the house. The party was across the other side in the mansion. It was huge, but even then, they could still hear the sound from the ballroom. That's right, ballroom.

Both goofballs, decided to make their little walking into a running competition almost running into the waiting staff that was making sure the party wouldn't get too out of hand. They threw a couple of apologies to them as they kept running. Both on each other's toes, Hitoshi was the first to reach the double doors this time. Slamming his palm loudly on the white wood. Where he could feel the beat of the music. His violet eyes livelier than usual and teasing her for his win.

"Fucking...stupid heels..." Y/n mumbled to herself, taking big gulps of air. Moving hair strands out of her face. "You win this time, you zombie!"

Laughing from her pouty face, Hitoshi pinched her cheek. "Aw, are you copying your fiancé's nickname now?" His voice starting to hit that baby talk, that she hated when he used it on her. Mocking her and making her feel like a small child, even though they were the same age.

Shrugging Y/n nervously played with the ends of her hair, realizing after this door they would be surrounded by a lot of people. Just a tad bit afraid of going inside the dark room. Trying to distract herself she responded, "It's kind of cute, you're like a purple adorable small zombie."

"I fucking hate you." Hitoshi grumbled annoyed, not meaning it at all.

With a cackle, Y/n leaned back. "Sure, you do, bub." Taking a calming breath and still hearing the bass through the door, she grimaced. "We're not going to be announced like some old Victorian movie, right? I would rather blend into the dark."

"We all know how much you hate the spotlight. Don't worry, Yaoyorozu made sure there would only be strobe lights, and if you need to take a breather in case you have an anxiety episode the balcony doors are open. We have the air conditioner on in case your smoke starts to go off. Are you sure, you'll be, okay? I don't want you to have a panic attack."

"My PTSD doesn't get triggered from something like this. Being forced to dance on the dance floor of the club, was the only breather I got in life. It the darkness I could imagine I had a different life. It was much easier, when Rosie was there too." Y/n mumbled, looking down at her hands becoming quieter when thinking of her older sister.

This was the longest they've had an argument.

Taking her hand into his, Hitoshi squeezed it gently. Completely understanding her and no judgement in his violet eyes. "I got your back sis. I'll step in for Rosie. I am your brother, Y/n. You're not alone alright? I know you two are in a tough situation right now. But you still have me. I'll stick by you." He told her gently. "You know unless you're surrounded by your lovers, I don't want to see them grind on you. I am still your sibling. I don't need to know what you do with them on your spare time."

Pushing him by his face, Y/n grumbled in annoyance. "Shut up."

Laughing softly, he held on to her hand tightly. "Ready?"

Y/n only nodded, taking a big breath, and getting ready for what would wait for her on the other side of the doors.

She hasn't experienced a party like this before. This would be her first time, it was scary. But she was ready to experience regular life moments. And this was one of them. Her father knowing some illegal underage drinking would be done, willingly gave her this experience. Only allowing it because he knew they would all be safe, and they were capable adults now. Besides the legal age for drinking in Japan is twenty, which they would all be turning next year. Also, he was checking on them every hour so they couldn't really do anything that would harm them or anyone else.

Opening the doors, Y/ns eyebrows went up from the scene in front of her. The room was dark with a blue soft light hitting different spots. Bodies all around the room, dancing to the beat of the song. The music as loud as ever, not being able to hear anything else other than the tune. And who else other than Kyoka to be the DJ of the event, with Denki staying close and helping her with the equipment. Y/n laughed softly for how ridiculous Denki was acting with Kyoka also making this fun for her. She'd been adjusting back into schooling and work studies. She did have someone with her all the time to make her feel safe.

Y/n was just glad she didn't lose her smile. She never wanted to see her as broken as the day she was when she saved her.

And Denki was out of trouble for now. Y/n pleaded his case very well to the U.A staff. Not wanting to be rude, still she let them know the cold hard truth. Technically it was their fault U.A was infiltrated anyways. They were supposed to protect the students. Telling them Denki was heroic enough to sacrifice his hero career to protect his classmate. Even if U.A was in danger because of Himiko infiltrating, it wasn't Denki's fault and there was only so much he could do working alone and being watched twenty-four/seven.