01 | Listen Up, Boys And Girls, And Non Binary Friends

01 | listen up, boys and girls, and non binary friends

SUMMARY → ( l/n ) ( y/n ) is a bright student, now standing in-front of her dream school. ready to start her journey to become a pro-hero; being put in life threatening in situation and making companions along the way. the last person she thought she would have running in her head on loop, is the explosive blond with a raging inferiority complex that somehow can’t keep his voice down… odd.

PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

WORD COUNT → 1.4 k

SERIE MASTERLIST → PREVIOUS | NEXT

TAKING A SEAT IN the auditorium. You glance around the students that will now be your competition, most are chatting with the people next to them. Most likely knowing them already. A stark contrast from yourself, as you are seated between two strangers.

Being the only one from your school to try out to be a hero. They got a different path, it made sense. Our junior high was specifically crafted to give parents a ninety-nine per cent guarantee for their children to get into Hashimoto Daiki Private High School.

And if they wanted to go there, they had no reason to take the entrance exam for the hero course.

Talking about hero course candidates. Many of them don’t seem to have any out of the ordinary body mutations. You got the usual, bird features; be its head, claws, or wings. Expendable eyes. A wooden clothespin.

Snapping your head back you look at said person again. It still says the same, Wait, no, it is not… right? “Is that a clothing pin?” you whisper to yourself, questioning your own vision, blinking a couple of times it didn’t change.

Still, how will that help them in hero work? Is there more than what meets the eye? Shaking your head, you continue to look around. Whom are you to judge? For all you know this is just a body mutation and they have a different quirk or are very talented at working with what they got.

Glancing at the pamphlets, laid out in front of you. The lights turn off, to be dramatically turned back on spot by spot. Slowly but surely coming to the front, lighting up the stage. Revealing Pro Hero: Present Mic as he energetically raises his arms up, “What’s up UA candidates. Say some synonyms with me, your school DJ. Come on, and let me hear yah!”

Applauding at his request, you smile at the hero. Soon hearing the almost deafening silence. As no one else joins in, feeling awkward you stop as well. Clearing his throat, he shakes off the silence, “I appreciate the enthusiasm.” he calls out, throwing finger guns in your general direction, “The others like to keeping it mellow, huh? That is fine I will skip right to the main show.”

“Let’s talk about how all those poetical exam will go down. Okay, are you ready?” he asks, yet again being answered by silence. That’s excluding the mumbles from various candidates in the audience.

Hearing various enthusiast squeaks, your brows furrow in concentration as you glance at your card. It reads your name, candidate number, and a centre letter; whatever that means, “Oh, my Goodness. It’s the voice hero Present Mic. So, cool. I listen to his radio show every day of the week. It’s so crazy nuts that all the UA teachers are pro heroes.” a voice gushes, peaking your interest.

What they are saying is true; it is crazy that all the teachers are Pro-Heroes. Basking in the bliss of this moment he keeps on muttering about his radio show, but he soon gets shut down by a deep raspy voice telling him to shut up.

“Like your application said, today you rocking boys and girls,” Present Mic calls out, “And non-binary friends.” you add softly, “will be out there conducting a ten-minute mock battle in super hip urban cities. You can bring whatever you want with you. After the presentation, you’ll head to the specified battle centre, sound good?” he explains, making sure to leave an opening for anyone to ask a question.

Glancing at your card again the letter D makes a lot more sense now. That will be where you will be proving yourself.

When no one says a word, he continues on; “Okay! Okay! Let’s check out your charts. There are three types of different faux villains in every battle centre.” Present Mic continues as three outlines appear on the screen with points ranging from one to three.

But when you glance at the charts in front of you there are four outlines of what seem to be these faux villains. Most likely this will be brought up in a moment, “You will earn points on their level of difficulties, so you better choose wisely.” he explains, a simulation behind him playing out like a video game as a mini Present Mic runs around racking up points by taking the outlines out with a single kick.

“Your goal in this trial is to use your quirk to earn points by threading these faux villains like a guitar solo!” he calls out. Raising his arm to us, he wiggles his finger, “But check it. Make sure you keeping thing heroic. Attacking other examines is a big UA no-no.” he elaborates, which seemed like a logical thing for anyone want-to-be pro hero.

But maybe things like these have happened in the past? Or they want to avoid it from happening that’s why they point out the obvious? Or with how quirks are evolving more, and more from generation to generation, and with them being unaware of what type of quirk their applicants have they need to say this from the government —

“Excuse me, sir.” a boy in the row in front of you calls out as he raises from his seat, successfully pulling you out of your unnecessary spiral. Standing stiffly as he waves his arm around, “I have a question.”

“Hit me”

A sudden spotlight is shined on the boy, “On the print out you have listed four types of villains, not three. With all respect but if this is an error on official UA materials it is shameful. We are exemplary students, we expect the best from Japans most notable school. A mistake such like this won’t due.”

Blinking at his sudden word vomit, you are unsure of what the point of this was. If he just waited for an answer on his first question if it was an error, or not; he would have gotten it and maybe a chill pill too while he’s at it.

Stiffly turning around, he points at someone in the audience, “Additionally you with the unkempt hair.” he calls out. Turning your head, a boy with green hair hesitantly points at himself, “You have been mutter this entire time. Stop that. If you can’t bother to take this seriously? Leave. You are distracting the rest of us.” the glasses wearer continues.

Cover your mouth at the sudden call out, you can’t help the snore coming from your lips. Was it uncalled for? Sure. But the way he said it so bluntly, without any hesitation was undeniably funny.

“Sorry.” he mutters out, flustered under the sudden attention and intense gaze from the blue-haired glasses guy.

“Alright, alright, examinee number 7111. Thanks for calling in with your request.” Present Mic calls out, easing the tension, “The fourth villain type is worth zero points.” he starts, the monitors behind him showing said missing outline, “That guy is just an obstacle we will be throwing in your way. There is one in every battle centre. Think of a feral you should try to avoid.”

The previous simulation popping up again, this time as the pro hero his avatar reaches the faux villain it turns around and runs away instead of kicking it for all its points, as it has none, “It’s not that it can’t be beaten but there is kind of no point. I recommend my listeners to try to ignore it and focus on the ones on top of the charts.”

Seemingly satisfied with the answers to his question, and that UA did in fact not make an error, he bows at the pro hero, “Thank you very much. Please, continue.” re-taking his seat in the same stiff manner.

“That’s all I got for you today. I will sign off with a little present, a sample of our school motto.” He says happily, “As general Napoleon Bonaparte once laid down; A true hero is one that overcomes lives misfortunes.” he hums, nodding at his words.

I’m pretty sure he never said that, but you are honestly too happy to really care all that much about the semantics of it all.

“Now that’s a tasty sound bite. You ready to go beyond? Let’s here a plus ultra!”

“Plus Ultra.” you whisper happily, grasping your papers gently stuffing them in your bag. As everyone raises from their seats; “Just take the doors where you came in from and the arrows will send you listeners to your designated changing rooms.” Present Mic calls out, making sure everyone goes the right way.

A/N: i love present mic! and that moment between midoriya and iida make me giggle when i first saw it. It was blunt so i just had to put it in here!!! <3

also,, changed up the ‘aEstheic’ of the story as i wanted it to look good 🥺🤡

in the next chapter you can expect;

- a certain pink lady

- a electra boiii

- and a big handed girl… not to mention a brainwasher… MANY CHARACTERS WILL BE INTRODUCEDDDDD, not all formally but they are there!!!

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WHITE DAY | ITADORI, KOZUME, SHIRAKUMO, SUGAWARA, TANAKA

SUMMARY → what they would plan for white day/ valentines

CHARACTERS → itadori yuji, kozume kenma, shirakumo oboro, sugawara kōshi, tanaka ryūnosuke x fem!reader

A/N → i know it’s not valentines anymore but I still wanted to write something so it is now white day... in the head canons it still says valentines <3 

i. ITADORI YUJI

→ he is the personification of chaotic good. in all honestly he hadn’t thought of anything to do for valentines day in particular. whenever he thought of a cute date he took you on it as fast as possible. live is short, he does not know how long he has and he definitely wasn’t going to waste what time he had with you.

→ so he went to the only guy he knew that could help him wheat out all the bad apples.

→ spitting out idea after idea as he went he waited for fushiguro reaction; “I like it, go with that one.” he hums.

nodding, itadori casually strikes that idea. leaving him with only one perfect date idea; “thanks, man.”

→ he brought you to his home town; now, it might have not sounded like the grand romantic acts you see in movies. but as a city girl you had never left the kanto prefecture more less gone to visit a random small town... if anything, you barely left tokyo ( if it was not for for a valid reason, sorcerer work, or to go to kyoto )

→ so, coming here made it special. walking around the town; he shows you all his favorite spots, his old school, the place where he fell as kid that left that scar on his elbow. it made a smile come up to your face, that never left.

at the end of the night, you ended up at a swing set. one eerily similar to the one where you had met ( not that not all swings were bascially the same thing... not at all ) “hi.” you whisper softly. making him smile at the cute gesture, “hi.”

ii. KOZUME KENMA

→ valentines is a scam. a scam where he would never invest in… that was until the two of you got together and now here he is. trying to make a list of what could be your perfect day, all your likes and loves.

→ you always say you just like spending time with him and that’s all you need, but that seemed a little too easy and cheesy for his taste. he couldn’t just be with you and act like it wasn’t a holiday.

→ no, you needed to do something special. an activity you wanted to do and would make this day unforgettable for the both of you.

→ the two of you went to a cat cafe. you had been bugging him for weeks to go with you saying how cute he would look surrounded by small kittens.

→ also, that his eyes remind you of a cat and that’s why you like them even more then you did before. he said it made no sense as he was not covered with fur nor did he particularly think his eyes resembled one of a cat, but with that smile of yours he could never tell you differently.

iii. SHIRAKUMO OBORO

→ this boy had it all planned out in his head, he would take you on a cloud date. get your favourite snacks and sushi that you enjoy while his cloud takes you over important milestones of your relationship ( the big moments mostly took place at school and your houses, but mr. loud cloud had some special places )

→ it would be perfect. well…. it would have been if it didn’t decide to start storming with no sign of stopping. all was lost, he had counted on the weather to be on his side!

→ taking the L he decides to move the date inside. telling you to meet him at his house as soon as you wake up. no changing, no formal wear, just your pyjamas. 

→ it’s a cloud ford!

→ smiling at the boy, you can’t help but feel a sense of euphoria go through you as you hold him close to you. enjoying your day in the clouds.

iv. SUGAWARA KŌSHI

→ this boy knows everything there is to know about you. favourite food? check. colour, drink, place, series, film? who are you kidding, he knew it all. if there was every a quiz on you he would get a 101%

→ so why is he now blanking? nothing seemed good enough. he even asked daichi and he was just as clueless.

→ they had cancelled training for this particular day and he couldn’t think of anything… and then it hit him; cinnamon rolls. you loved that deliciously sweet dough more then anything else.

→ it took him days of practices but he finally was able to make the perfectly balanced bun. all so he could show you how to make your own. that way you never had the disappointment of going to the bakery and them being sold out.

→ and so he did; you had a lovely kitchen date with your cute boyfriend teaching you how to bake your favourite thing in the world.

v. TANAKA RYŪNOSUKE

→ with all the times he saw something that reminded him of you and bought it with no hesitation; all he had left to his name now was ten bucks. to be fair there was enough to do with that amount of money, but none of the things he had initially planned in his head. 

→ a trip to the tokyo tower? no. bunchy-jumping on a budget? no. the movies? no. also, since when did cinema get so pricey?

→ what he could do with the little money he had; was get you some snacks and bring you to the most important place of your relationship. 

→ which is no where at all. the plan went as followed; he would pretend he had no clue and surprise you at the end of the day with his reveal, but trying to keep up the entire day was so hard. he had to worship you and treat you as the goddess you are, but he got this.

→ waiting ‘till night, he made his way to just outside your window. letting the song, you guys song, blast loudly. looking out of your window you say your boyfriend dance that stupid dance the two of you would always dance; ‘because of you—’ the song continued on the background.

“what are you doing?”

“wishing my gorgeous girlfriend a happy valentines.”

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“ NINTENDO MESSAGES ” | kozume kenma

SUMMARY → in which a cute boy starts taking the same train every morning as you, you can’t help but keep staring until he speaks up

PAIRING → kozume kenma x gn!reader

GENRE → romance, fluff, drabble,

WARNING → fluff but awkward social interactions, it’s not great but i think it’s cute

MASTERLIST → if you want to read other works of mine

AN → this is a re-published work from my old blog ( that is now dead ) , hope you still enjoy it! <3

FEELING A SET OF eyes on you, you glance up from your Nintendo. Connecting your eyes with cat like golden eyes, blinking at the sudden unexpected action. You just stare back, what feels like hours, but couldn’t have been more then a couple seconds, he glances away as soon as he realises you’re looking back at him.

Shifting his glaze back to his game council, a Nintendo just like the one in your hands. Taking one more glance, you turn back to your own game. Choosing Amy as your character for the new triathlon your setting up.

Taking the same seat the next day, you see the boy sitting across from you again, taking a moment to debate you sigh. Going to your messages, you open it up for connection, just waiting, and waiting, to see if he had the same idea.

K3NMA: Hi

Smiling at the messages, you glance up, having your eyes connect, you look down and twiddle your thumbs to think of a good reply. Finally ending with the most obvious reply;

[Y/U/N]: Hi.

[Y/U/N]: You go to Nekoma, right?

K3NMA: Yes.

K3NMA: You too right?

Nodding to your self, you don’t notice a set of eyes on you. It’s hard to think of anything to say that won’t sound stupid or boring.

[Y/U/N]: Did the uniform tip you off?

K3NMA: And that you always walk infront of me.

[Y/U/N]: Stalker.

K3NMA: Says you

Chuckling softly at his sudden witty reply, you see the notification of your game asking if you’re still playing.

[Y/U/N]: Want to play a game together?

Not waiting for his reply, you invite him to play a triathlon against you. Seeing that he accepted, a small smile tug up your lips. Ending the game, before you have to stand up.

Having the train stop infront of you just like every day before that, you step in. Almost instantly spotting the boy, taking a deep breath you take the next bold step. Taking a seat next to the boy, “Hi.” you say softly, zipping your bag open.

Having the boy look up, a surprised look on his face, “Hi.” he replies. Holding my Nintendo up, I send him a small smile turning to the game. Having him glance back at his game as well, not being able to hold the smile back.

Making the boy with the big black hair, look between the two in confusion, “Wait, what’s happening here?”

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MASTERLIST.

SUMMARY → ( l/n ) ( y/n ) is a bright student, now standing in-front of her dream school. ready to start her journey to become a pro-hero; being put in life threatening in situation and making companions along the way. the last person she thought she would have running in her head on loop, is the explosive blond with a raging inferiority complex that somehow can’t keep his voice down… odd.

PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

STATUS → on hiatus

GENRE → romance ( slowburn )

WARNINGS → cursing, mentions of; blood, broken bones, self-esteem issues, sexism, panic attacks and death

CHAPTER 00  → we all got an origin

CHAPTER 01 → listen up, boys and girls, and non binary friends

CHAPTER 02 → the entrance exam

CHAPTER 03 → what, oh, what will the results be

CHAPTER 04 → the start of something new

CHAPTER 05 → in a blink

CHAPTER 06 → i am good enough… right?

CHAPTER 07 → how did it go

CHAPTER 08 → school is more than classes

CHAPTER 09 → heroes vs. villains

CHAPTER 10 → embrace the side of villainy

CHAPTER 11 → mind your own damn buisness

CHAPTER 12 → do. not. move.

CHAPTER 13 → the wheels on the bus

CHAPTER 14 → the league of dumbasses

CHAPTER 15 → we are all save

06 | i am good enough… right?

SUMMARY → ( l/n ) ( y/n ) is a bright student, now standing in-front of her dream school. ready to start her journey to become a pro-hero; being put in life-threatening situations and making companions along the way. the last person she thought she would have run in her head on loop, is the explosive blond with a raging inferiority complex that somehow can’t keep his voice down… odd.

PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

WORD COUNT → 2.7 k

SERIE MASTERLIST → PREVIOUS | NEXT

THE NEXT DUO TO run the fifty meters are now taking their stance at the start of the track. As soon as the count down is over the buzzer goes off and Asui and Iida dash off.

Asui-san jumps over with speed easily as Iida blasts over the lane in no time, the engines in his calves propelling him forward. How could you have missed that?

Oijiro and the girl with the brown hair, you are not sure you caught her name. Get mentally ready for their own dash, “Hi, I’m Sero Hanta.” a voice behind you say introducing themselves. Looking up from the pair preparing their sprint, a black-haired boy smiles, “I”m Kirishima Eijiro.” the redhead introduces.

Smiling at the two, you nod, “I’m ( l/n ) ( y/n ).” you introduce yourself. Glancing at Kaminari, who has an amused smile on his face, “We already know each other.”

“Oh, it’s my turn.” Ashido calls jumping up. Letting your eyes fall onto her you hold your thumbs up, “You got this!” Kirishima says, smashing his fists smashed together.

“Go, Ashido. Go!” we call cheering the girl om. Smiling back at us, she holds her thumb up. As soon as the buzzer goes of Aoyama pushes himself forward with his laser in what’s not even a second he leaves Ashido in the dust.

Well… that is until he crashes to the floor and the pink girl glides passed him with ease. It was a little surprising but then again most quirks have their drawbacks, you suppose his is the time he can use his navel laser.

“Shooting my beautiful beam for more than a second hurts my tummy.” Aoyama says to no one in particular as he stares off to somewhere in the distance.

“What a tool.”

Humming at their words you move your eyes back to the track. The last duo will be running their dash; Bakugou and Midoriya. As soon as they start Bakugou-san uses his quirk to blast forward as Midoriya runs semi-fast… It is kind of unclear if this as fast as he can go or he is sparing his energy for the rest of the activities.

“My power has more uses than anyone else in the school.” he announces proudly. Igniting mini explosions in his. Raising your brows at the statement, even if he meant our class alone it’s a big statement to make, you don’t know everyone's quirk yet. Plus, there are still second and third-year students.

Regardless of that, he seems to be more interested in having an intense stare-off with Midoriya. They look at each other a lot. Glancing at Ashido you see her move her head to you at the same time, before looking back at the scene in front of you, “Exes?” she asks.

Humming at her option, you tilt your head shrugging. Seems a bit toxic but what do you know. It’s not like you are an expert.

GRIP STRENGHT

The next activity of the eight activities; grip strength, this is definitely not your best points. Obviously, you have to have some strength for most things you did at Oda Mikio nor what I would have needed to do to prepare for Hashimoto Daiki High, but you never needed to test or train it specifically.

Holding out the dynamometer for you, you take it from Ashido-san as Iida holds up his own up, “You have to grip as hard as you can, hold on for five seconds. Then rest for fifteen. You get three-“

“Yeah, yeah, she got it.” Ashido waves him off. The chopping return in full force as he pushes his glasses back, “I just want to make sure our fellow classmate knows what she is supposed to do, and all her options.”

Making a small smile tuck up your lips, “I got it Iida-san, thank you.” you reassure. Taking a deep breath you squeeze the dynamometer as much as you can, counting to five you let go. Glancing at the screen your shoulders fall at the sad twenty-three standing on your screen.

Wanting to go again, “No, you still have to wait five more seconds.” Iida denies. Holding off of pressing down, you wait for his sign to go again as he nods you press down.

Earning an even lower number than before, “Nineteen?” you ask in disbelief, frowning at the number, “Maybe use your quirk?” she offers. Nodding at the suggestion you take a deep breath, pushing your pinky gently onto the trigger letting the power of speed do the rest.

Getting you the highest score you have in your life with a, “Forty-eight.” you smile, it might not be the highest but it is a personal record and that can always be beaten, later on, that is if you aren’t the one going home.

“Oeh, my turn. My turn.” Mina calls, pressing down on her own meter.

STANDING LONG JUMP

The girl in front of you Asui Tsuyu jumped right over the sand without using any force to keep her up. She held her hands in front of her, had a head start and jumped right over.

Mimicking her you run at full speed towards the sand, holding your hands out as you jump trying to get as far as you can. Smacking face first on the ground, you eat sand. Well… that was not what you expected.

“Are you alive, ( l/n ).” your homeroom teacher asks. Lifting your head up you spit the sand out, holding a thumbs up you nod, “Of course.”

Getting up from the sand you jog over to the other side, dusting yourself off as you take a spot next to the girl, “You are really good at jumping.” you compliment the girl.

Looking at you, her tung sticks out, “Thank you. You had a not so pretty fall.”

Chuckling at the blunt observation, “Yeah, I’m not the greatest long jumper. I tried to mimic your jump but that didn’t really work.” you tell her, nodding at your words she sometimes makes a ‘ribbit’ sound which is surprisingly calming.

A comfortable silence takes over as you look at the next jumpers. That’s when you realise that you hadn’t introduced yourself yet, “Oh, I’m ( l/n ) ( y/n ).” you say, making her look up as well, “Asui Tsuyu.”

“I know.” you blurt out, widening your eyes at how creepy that sounded, “I mean, your name was just said and before at the fifty dash.”

Her hand rubs my arm, “It’s okay, ( l/n )-san, ribbit.” she reassures. What is up with her, how does she make you so relaxed?

REPEATED SIDE STEPS

Watching Minetta bounce off some purple balls, you blink trying to get rid of the image of him ripping the balls from head off.

“That was something.”

“Yeah.”

Being one of the last ones left you raise your hand, “Can I go?” you ask, not wanting the pressure of being the lasts. Shrugging, he raises his hand for you to take a stance, “You got this.”

Taking your place on the line you take the steps side-to-side until the buzzer goes off letting you know that your minute has passed. Stopping your quirk the sudden rush of nausea makes your head spin.

Running off you don’t wait for your score. Making it to the trash can in time your main and only priority. Hurling over the trash can, a hand rubs over your back. Coughing, you take deep breaths. Wiping the sweat off the sides of your face, “Are you okay, girl?” Ashido asks.

Nodding at her question you let the second flow of nausea spill your guts out. Coughing at the burn, you take a sip from your bottle, “Yeah.” you nod, turning to her the brunette from earlier stands behind her.

“Are you okay?”

Holding your thumb up, you swirl the water in your mouth trying to get rid of the sour taste, spitting the water out, “Glad to hear that. I’m Uraraka Ochaco.”

“Ashido Mina.”

“( l/n ) ( y/n ).”

BALL THROW

“You got this, ( l/n ).”

Taking a deep breath, you focus on your body, letting your quirk run it’s course. Swinging your arm, you throw the ball, letting time surpass at a normal pace. Letting the ball zoom off, the wind blowing in your face at the speed. Holding your hand in front of your eyes to block the sand from your vision.

“Five-hundred meters.”

Smiling at the accomplishment, you take your previous spot. Trying to remain calm as your stomach does literal backflips at the mere fact that you did not just double but ten-folded your throw by simply using your quirk.

Uraraka taking the spot in the circle, “Go Uraraka-san, go!” we cheer. Lighting up the ball she throws it with such an ease as we watch it disappear into the sky until it’s gone.

Glancing at Aizawa-sensei he holds his phone up revealing Uraraka-san her score off… “Infinity? How is that possible!” Kaminari calls out.

Taking a new ball from his pocket, he offers it to the next student; Midoriya. The boy looks like a nervous wreck as he takes it from our teacher, “If Midoriya does not shape up soon he is the one going home.” Iida notes.

“Of course he is going home he is a quirkless loser.”

Making my brows furrow the way Iida was talking about him earlier did not make it seem like he was quirkiness, at all, “He has a quirk, did you not hear about what he did at the entrance exam?” he asks Bakugou.

Watching the boy, he stands still before suddenly flinging his arm. Throwing the ball not even forty meters, “What gives, I was trying to use it just now.” Midoriya asks confused.

“I erased your quirk.”

Glancing at our teacher my eyes widen now finally clicking who he is ; ‘It’s Eraser head!’ you scream in your head. Should I ask him about how he uses his binding cloths? ( b/n ) would kill me if I told him I met him and I didn’t ask, maybe I should ask about his experiences as an underground hero, or how he came up with his name, or— no, I should stay cool and professional. He is my sensei and future college, just be cool…. Be cool, ( l/n ).

“The judges for this exam were not rational enough. Someone like you should never be allowed to enrol in this school.”

“Wait, you did what to my—? You are the Eraser Hero: Eraserhead.” Midoriya realises. Making most students look among themselves, “Who is Eraserhead?” Kirishima asks confused, not familiar with the hero name.

“Oh, I have heard of him. I think he is one that works on the down-low.” Asui says. Where you nod too, “Yeah,” you shrug casually.

“You have no control over your power. Were you planning on breaking your bones again?”

“Again?” you ask Iida, where he nods to, fully emerged into the conversation the two are having, “Counting on someone else to save your useless body?” the older man harshly asks.

“That’s not what I was trying to do.”

Pulling the boy closer with his scarf, they talk too softly for us to hear. Looking at the tense expression on Midoriya his face, Aizawa-sensei lets him go, “I have returned your quirk. Take your final throw. Hurry, and get it over with.”

“I wonder if our teacher gave him some advice.” Iida wonders to no one in particular, “Probably told him to start packing.” Bakugou pessimistically says.

“Wouldn’t that be overkill?” you ask, keeping your on the boy in front of you. As you gain the attention of your potential new classmates, “Heh?”

Glancing at him, the blond has an aloof expression on his face, “If he ends up on the last place he leaves. No one needs a reminder.” you shrug. Giving Midoriya your full attention, “Monsieur,” Aoyama tells Uraraka seemingly out of character.

“Wait, who are you again?” she asks. Letting a laugh escape, you cover your mouth at the blunt answer. Having Ashido hold your shoulder as she tries to stifle her laughs.

“Something funny?”

Your teachers drops some fluid in his eyes, eyedrops. Shaking your heads you contain the giggles, “No, sensei.” we say at the same time.

Slowing down his throw, he lets it fly through the sky with a speed so great that the wind flies all over the place. You are stunned by the throw but more so his broken finger and his lack of surprise by the event… and pain, what the actual fuck? What type of quirk does that?

705.3 meters.

“Aizawa-sensei, you see, I am still standing.”

“This kid.” Aizawa-sensei says seemingly eacually stunned, “He threw it over 700 meters!” someone screams

“Yay, he is finally showing us his true power.” Uraraka-san, “But his finger seems to be broken, just like in the exam. His quirk is very odd.” Iida notes.

“It wasn’t a very pretty throw.” Aoyama says in a weird accent, before he could anything else small explosions pop off before Bakugou runs at him with full force, “Deku, you bastard, tell me how you did that!”

Blinking at the face of anger and the horror on the others face, you just want to know all the details, “Nasty break-up.” Ashido sings.

As the binding cloth of our teacher stops him before he can reach the injured boy, “How the Hell is your scarf so strong?” he ask, trying to fight against the cloth, “Because it is a capture weapon made out of carbon fibre and a special alloy. Stand down, it will be wise to avoid making me work so much… It gives me serious dry eye.”

Which explains the eyes drops, but you are 100% the collective thought is too bad, it is super cool because… It is.

“You are wasting my time. Whoever is next can step up.” he says letting go of the blonde as Midoriya moves very weirdly around him before he runs off.

SIT UPS

Holding down her legs, you couldn’t her sit-ups. As you two have a casual conversation about nothing in particular, “I think we will be great friends.” she tells you suddenly.

“I think so too.” getting giddy at the new friend you just made. This is the first friend you have made that you haven’t known since elementary school or because you were forced into it by family relations. It’s kind of… refreshing.

Giving her, her beautiful score of hundred twenty-three sit-ups in just 6- seconds.

SEATED TOE TOUCH

Taking your seat, you stretch your arms over the bare, fully folding over. Letting the tips of your fingers push the stand further away, “I guess we should have expected from someone who was going to Oda Mikio.”

Standing up, you dot down your result, “Where you were planning to go to Hashimoto Daiki?”

“It was on the table.” you shrug handing Sero the pencil to write his own results, “Why not?” Jirou asks, tilting his head.

“Want to be a hero.”

DISTANCE RUN

Jogging together you both hold off of using your quirk to keep up together, “A race to the end?” Iida asks, starting to run faster then you. Grinning at the competitiveness you nod, starting to run faster you keep up with him.

“See you at the end.” you wave, activating your quirk you see Iida slowly move. Chuckling at the comedic faces they all make while they run you shake your head.

Running you make your way to the end. Breathing heavily, you swallow the nausea away. Waiting for Iida to catch up, “I guess you won.”

“Don’t worry, I bet you get me next time.” you offer, as you make your way over to the endpoint.

“Alright, time to give you your results. I have ranked you all from best to worst. You should probably have a good idea of your standing already. I will just pull up the whole list, it is not worth going over each individual.” Aizawa-sensei tells us, letting the list pop up.

Going from the first list you move your eyes up, staring anxiously at the screen gawking at your lip as you try to find your own name.

Where is my name?

A/N: U KNOW… I HAVE NOTHING TO ADD <3

- in the next chapter we will find out what rank she is

- and some cute friendship moments <3

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SUMMARY →  as of recently your boyfriend keeps ditching you for volleyball and you were happy he loved it so much, but at some point sugawara needs to make a decision between training with his team for up-coming nationals or study with his girlfriend for their exams.

PAIRING → sugawara kōshi x fem!reader

GENRE → hurt/comfort ( happy ending )

WARNING → mentions of neglaction, cursing

WORD COUNT → 1 k

MASTERLIST → if you want to read other works of mine

A/N → i love sugawara so much! it hurts my heart!

CHECKING YOUR PHONE FOR the umpteenth time, you sigh deeply. Packing your worksheets, you glance out the window, seeing the darkening skies as the lanterns turn on. It is fair to say he won’t show up anymore.

Tacking your phone out, you shoot him a text. Promising yourself if he doesn’t show up in the next five minutes, you would actually leave… Not like you have been waiting for two hours already.

Checking your phone over, and over, and over again. Until the five-minute mark turned into thirty; and you officially gave up and packed your bag.

Not even hearing the bell of the small cafe ring loudly as the grey-haired boy rushes in. Seeing the girl seated, “I am so sorry. Training ran longer and my phone died. But I’m here.” Sugawara rushes out, heavily breathing taking a seat at your table.

“Daichi—” continuing on about volleyball, his practice and what shenanigans the first years pulled him into, you lay the flashcards in front of him, “I made you flashcards.” you say, standing up, you take your bag.

As he was settling down, “Wait, I just got here.” he says holding onto your hand, “I have to go home, it’s almost six-thirty.” you say, stating the obvious. Water is wet, you need oxygen to breathe, you need to leave at six-thirty to be home at curfew.

“I will walk you.”

Pushing his hand away, a flash of hurt crosses his face. Not being able to handle the look you turn your head away, “I would rather be alone right now.” you mumble, leaving him at the cafe.

As the days continued you ignored his texts. Reading them but never replying. Maybe it was a little childish but what else were you supposed to do to make sure he knew texts weren’t the way to make up for leaving you waiting for over two hours. 

It’s not like, it was the first time… and it most likely will not be the last time. Sighing, you glance around the hall of your school; you were going to miss this place when you graduate.

“Y/N.”

Glancing up at the sound of your name, your eyes widen at the sudden appearance of your grey-haired boyfriend. Swiftly turning around you are just lucky you aren’t in the same class anymore. That makes it a lot easier to avoid him. Well, that is until now.

“Stop running away.” 

“I’m not running. It’s speed walking!”

“At least you are talking to me!”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

A sudden memory hit you like a ton of bricks. Running these same halls only a year prior; giggling you keep moving a little bit faster to stay out of his grip, “Stop running away.”

“I’m not running. It’s speed walking!”

Feeling hands on your hips, you are turned around. Face the beautiful face of your boyfriend in the process, “I got you, speed walker.” a smile on his face, as he tells me so.

Making you grin like a fucking idiot. He always could, leaning in closer you place a kiss on his nose, “My saviour.” you say dramatically, placing the back of your hand to your forehead.

“I will always save you.”

Shaking your head, you slow your step. Turning to him, “I’m going to the cafe today.” you tell him.

Making him blink slowly at you actually talking to him. As he slowly progresses the information, “I- I have practice.” he says after a moment.

“I know,” shifting your eyes from him to your books, “but sometimes you have to make decisions, Sugawara.” No nickname, no first name. Just blankly saying his last name.

“I—”

The bell rings cutting him off and successfully prolonging his answer for you, “I have class.” you say softly, not really knowing what else to say. Quickly glancing away at the frown on his face, not being able to bear it.

“I can walk you.”

“Don’t.”

The day dragged on longer then it usually it did. Maybe it is just that you couldn’t get his frown out of your mind. At the end of your day, you get to the small cafe.

Honestly, you should get a name plack on your table with how frequently you are here. Sighing you take out your homework. Order a cup of tea to calm down your nerves. Not that there really are doubts. There are decisions to be made, and he won’t make it. Even if you wish he did.

Rubbing your face, you puff your cheeks out. Taking a new sip, you focus yourself back onto your homework, letting the low vibe beats do their thing; ‘the last stretch, just a little bit before graduation.’ you remind yourself.

A plate with a cinnamon bun slide on your table. Making your brows furrow, pulling out an earplug you already start denying your order; “I didn’t order—” the next words get caught in your throat at the sight of your boyfriend.

“Suga? I thought you had practice.”

Shrugging his jacket off he takes the seat next to you. Following his movements with your eyes as he takes the flashcards out, pushing the cinnamon bun closer to you.

“I made a decision. I know this doesn’t fix me flaking on you. But it is a step, right?” 

The hopeful look in his eyes makes you nod. As you can’t help the small smile tuck up your lips, “Yeah.”

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