Shoto visited you some time later. You had just turned 12 and he was 16 and a half years old. He had come to Shikoku on an assignment so he stayed in you hut. It was a classic servant king scenario. You brought him the food you grew in the garden and prepared it for him. You served as a human stool when he got down onto the field to practice his fire and ice quirk usage. You shined his dirty shoes, massaged his tired feet and he slept on your bed, while you slept on the ground. It became regular for him to step on you as he got off the bed and he didn't even notice. Eventually, he ordered you to serve as a mat when he reentered the house after training in the field, wiping his shoes on your clothes. Being in UA had changed him into an arrogant prince, yet you didn't seem to mind.
Today was no different. You had become accustomed to calling Shoto "sir", even though he wasn't even much older than you. He woke up from his sleep, getting up and stepping onto you body before getting off and going into the washroom. You scrambled to prepare food in the kitchen for him as he walked into the kitchen, plopping himself into your chair in his hero costume. You served him the food and poured water. He finished his food and you ate the leftovers. As usual, you did your part as the human stool and he came back from training. You shined and cleaned the mud of his shoes and then massaged his sweaty feet. His feet were size 15 and frankly, had a pungent smell. His feet also constantly sweated because of his fire quirk, but you didn't care. You loved them. You envisioned yourself smelling and licking his feet after strange thoughts began occurring to you as you became his unofficial servant. You quickly finished up your day and laid down on your blanket on the ground. He got into your bed and as usual, wiped his feet on your body, without even noticing you were there, and go into bed.
You soon heard him snoring softly, and one of his huge feet were sticking out on the side of the bed, inches from your face. You thought this was your chance and you slowly, raised you head until your nose was near his face. You looked at his godly foot, glistening with sweat, and giving a pleasantly odorous smell. You inhaled the scent of his musky foot and slowly exhaled. You spotted some dirt and sock lint on his foot. Wanting to be useful to him, you licked it off and savored the taste. For you, the smell was heroin, and the taste was oxygen. Just then, Shoto started rustling around in his bed and...
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