Background Character | MHA x Male Reader |

CHAPTER 6 - Plot Twists are Only Fun When You're Not Hurt

"So how you doing hotshot?"

"Hotshot? That's a new one."

"Well you have a job at the fancy hero school, I think it's fitting."

"Whatever you say Touya."

"Dumbass, you know in public is Dabi now."

"Right, I forgot you're an emo who likes fire, my bad."

"Was that sarcasm?"

"Of course not."

"Uh-huh."

"Yep."

We break out into a fit of laughter. It's been a while since we've been able to hang out like this, like two siblings being stupid together.

"So what have you been doing T- er- Dabi?"

He throws his arms behind his head, "Just trying to find a job I guess, I got this interview thing with some guy and another girl in like a couple weeks."

"Oh yeah? What's the job?"

He ponders for a second, "Bartending."

I snort, "pft- bartending?"

"Gotta' do what you gotta' do to make ends meet."

I hum in response. "At least you'll be paid."

"You're not?"

"Unfortunately no, like damn maybe I should've just gotten a job at McDonalds or something."

"Yeah. Hey why'd you even accept the 'job' offer anyway?"

"Hm well I guess it started with learning that I have a quirk, an undiscovered one at a late age."

He hums as a cue for me to keep speaking.

"I guess they thought it was strong and asked me if I wanted to be a hero."

"And, do you?"

"No."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I'm a teachers assistant. So I have a hero's license or whatever the kid version for that is but I'm not doing any hero work I just teach kids."

His face flashes with relief for a moment. "Any friends?"

"Hm well, kinda? Broccoli boy- Midoriya, we talk sometimes. And uh oh! This guy lavender, Shinsou he's really cool!"

"Really cool huh?" He smirks.

"Yeah, he's in the general studies and-" I look at his persistent smirking face and he raises his eyebrows suggestively.

"What's with that look! I just met him earlier!" I say defensively

"Whatever you say." He says still smiling

"I will wipe that smirk off your face."

"I'd like to see you try."

I run up and try to jump at him to knock him over, unfortunately this attempt is futile.

"Ha! Loser."

"Lo-? Hey!"

He laughs at my sputtering.

"I'm just messing with you shortie, don't you have school tomorrow?"

"What am I 10? I can stay past my bed time not like any family is there to tell me otherwise."