39 Chapter 38:

So here I am currently being stared at by the entirety of the class; I decided to hold an impromptu staring contest with them all. However, unlike all those other times, I was going to win this one.

After a few awkward minutes of me just standing there, stroking Kunou, Homeless-san finally decided to break the ever-peaceful silence,

"Problem child..." he started.

"Yes?"

"Why do you have a fox in your arms?" he questioned.

"It's my emotional support animal," I lied through my teeth.

"..."

"..."

The silence returned once more. I had clung onto the tiniest of hope that he either believed it, or he no longer cared enough. He soon just sighed in defeat, clearly knowing he wouldn't get the answer he wanted any time soon. He then spoke,

"Just… go and sit down in your seat."

"Will do Homeless-san~!"

My cheerful reply only served to multiply his feeling of exasperation.

I couldn't care less, though, the only people I answer to are my family, and even then, I will lie at times. Ignoring everyone's stares, I leisurely strolled over to my desk. After reaching my desk, I placed Kunou on my desk in a makeshift bed made out of my blazer and sat down.

The class officially started, and I continued to play with Kunou throughout it. I did ask Momo for a brush, to which she obliged. She still wanted answers about the sudden pet fox, but those can be answered at a later date. As I was finishing brushing Kunou's fluffy tail, the door cracked open, catching everyone's attention.

It was Fluffy-chan in all his small plush toy glory.

He noticed the golden fluff ball on my desk and glared at it. I obviously caught onto it and couldn't help but be amused. I didn't know such a prideful person like him could be envious of Kunou, or maybe it was his animalistic instincts taking over for a minute,

'Oya~ Is Fluffy-chan mad he's not my only pet? How cute.' I chuckled inwardly at his display of jealousy.

He immediately stopped glaring when he noticed he still hadn't even announced his reason for entering. My amused smirk may have also contributed to him snapping out of his trance.

Meanwhile, Homeless-san was terrified. It's infrequent for his boss to leave the confines of his office, and whenever he does, it's never a good thing. It typically results in someone being fired or assigned to some menial task as a punishment for whatever they did to anger the rat overlord.

"Fluffy-chan~, how are you today?" I greeted the chimera.

"I'm great! However, I would be better if you told me why there's an animal on your desk."

"I made her today; she's Kunou the kitsune, do you like it?" I teased him, clearly not letting up on his jealous display earlier.

"How did you make this 'Kunou'? I do dearly hope you know that bestiality is illegal."

That got everyone's attention. One would think their necks would snap at the speed they turned their heads towards me. Damn, the chimera is trying to embarrass me. Little did he know, I am as shameless as they come.

"Then how would you ever have sex? *gasp* Are you a virgin~? Do you want me to make a female Fluffy-chan for you so you can have fluffy babies together?"

"T-This i-isn't an appropriate topic to be discussing-"

"You're the one that brought up bestiality." I interrupted.

"And that was a mistake on my part. Ignoring the talks about how you obtained a pet within a few minutes of being awake, I do believe you know why I'm here."

"Of course, I do. Give me a few seconds."

I began messing around with his quirk factor, and he turned into a twitching mess on the floor while I was doing so. I never experienced the pain, as I'm not an M. This was also payback for the time he wanted me to skip the quirk awakening process.

Nobody gets off pain-free apart from me.

The more observant of my classmates took note of the carnal delight on my face, they obviously knew what was happening inside my mind. I could have hidden my expressions, but it was far too fun watching him writhe on the floor in pain.

He began panting on the floor; sweat was drenching his fur and the hardwood flooring. I purposely took as long as possible without it looking suspicious. Eventually, I had enough of a fix and finished the procedure.

"And done. I gave you some memories of how to use it; I hope you enjoy your gift."

"Dear, did you have to make it take so long?" Momo deadpanned at me.

"Of course not," I replied.

"Can you try and tone down on your sadism, at least on our peers, for a while?" she requested with puppy dog eyes.

'Ugh! She knows my weakness!'

"... I'll try, babe."

Fluffy-chan staggered to his feet, caught his breath, and spoke in a ragged tone,

"Thank you, Sakuya. I'll be heading off now."

He opened up a portal that went off to who knows where. The portal caught everyone's attention, especially its implications. He then fled through it, probably in an attempt to salvage as much of his dignity as he could.

'We can have more than one quirk?!' was probably the thought running through their minds. Too bad they aren't getting another quirk from me any time soon. The only person would be Momo or Melissa.

'I wonder if the super regeneration would replace any lipids Momo uses. Would it register it as an injury and heal it? Will she now have an infinite supply of lipids?' I theorized.

I don't think I need to explain why I would be giving Melissa quirks. She currently can't go all out without turning into a cripple. If I want my obedient future peace-keeping puppet to be able to do their job properly, and in turn, help relieve me of my future duties, they can't be crippled.

"Problem child, how and why does Nedzu have the quirk of a villain?"

"You shouldn't be calling your boss a villain; it's not a good look as an employee."

"Just explain it."

"I refuse."

"I guess that's that then." He seemingly gave up on the sudden interrogation.

'He never gives up this easily; maybe seeing his tyrant of a boss in pain was a cathartic experience for him,' I mused to myself.

He turned back to the board and began discussing our schedules for the week during homeroom and hero training. I just completely ignored it and focused on my new pet. I ran my fingers through Kunou's shiny fur and lost myself to the satisfying feeling. It was so soft and fluffy.

I now knew how the dude in the Senko-san anime felt. This is some top-tier fluff. She began to stir and eventually woke up. Seeing me, she arched her head up and began licking my cheek.

"Sorry for waking you up, girl," I whispered.

She only let out an adorable yawn in response, and I couldn't help but coo at her. Kunou took my cooing as 'cuddle time' and snuggled up against me. Onlookers couldn't help but stare in confused awe at how the sadistic stab-happy demon Sakuya turned into mush around a random animal.

'Is Kunou really her emotional support animal?'

'Does that fox really keep that demon caged?'

'Perhaps that animal was really the damn problem child's emotional support animal.'

'I really wish she would discuss it with me before she starts adopting things into our family… But Kunou is really cute, so I'll let it slide this time.'

I should really stop using psychometry in class; UA is far too weird of a place to use it on the students. My sanity, or what's left of it, will begin to rot away in no time at all with how absurd some of their thoughts are.

"Now! There is another thing I want to say before homeroom ends, and it revolves around the attack on the USJ." Homeless-san said towards the class, who snapped to attention.

"I reviewed the footage-"

"There was footage of the attack?" Mina asked.

"Wasn't there an emp active? How could they have done it?" Sato questioned.

"Be quiet." Homeless-san interrupted the flurry of questions.

"Problem child and her clones captured the footage. Thankfully, we at least got something out of her poor choice in not informing the school.

You will all be given a copy during your next hero course lesson, where you will all need to review your mistakes and note down how to improve. We, teachers, have already graded your performances, and it's not terrible.

Congratulations on surviving your presumed first villain attack."

The class beamed with pride at his 'compliment' before he shattered it.

"Don't look so smug, you brats. You need to survive your entire life before you can celebrate.

Speaking of surviving attacks..."

The atmosphere in the class grew tense once more, and everyone looked over to me, thinking I didn't inform them of yet another attack. I completely ignored their looks and continued playing with Kunou.

"The UA sports festival is drawing near." He said, breaking the suspense present.

"That's a super normal school event!" Kirishima cheered joyfully.

"Sir! Is this really the best course of action? Villains just attacked UA. After all, they may attack again. But this time, there will be thousands of civilians present." Iida said with his hand raised.

"Do you think you all are not civilians? Need I remind you that the only qualified heroes in this room are myself and the problem child. You don't even have your provisional licenses yet.

UA is holding the event to show that we will not waver in the face of villains and are more than ready to face any threat. This is also to showcase the next generation of heroes, so you better perform well and make me look good. I still need that raise.

There will also be five times more security than in previous years, which should be enough to protect the people and deter anyone from attacking in the first place. " He said in his usual bored manner, only putting more emphasis on his raise.

"Dear?" Momo whispered to me.

"Hm?"

"Is there going to be an attack on the sports festival? I would like to know this time as our parents are coming."

"No, there won't be.

He's just spouting a lot of nonsense. They are holding it because the sponsors would pull all funding if they didn't.

The HPSC also needs this event to distract the populace from the rising crime rate for a bit. What better way than to show the bright, cheerful, and optimistic hero course children, right?" I answered her, not bothering to whisper.

The class who overheard me brightened up at the prospect of there being no attack. Then a few seconds later, they realized the sports festival was only being held not because they were strong enough but as propaganda tools and grew gloomy once more.

"The problem child is right. But, you can use this opportunity to sell yourselves to the public-"

"UA endorses prostitution huh? I can't believe it," I interrupted.

"Shut up, Problem child. You can use this opportunity to promote yourselves to the public, the better you do means you get better offers from heroes, a better brand for yourself, and the pride of doing your best." Homeless-san bullshitted straight from his heart.

"Homeroom is dismissed!" He called out before packing his sleeping bag and leaving.