||Call It Epiphany Or Serendipity|| [BNHA × Reader]

Chapter 16|Bloody Bullies

They told her she was a fool, selfish, and cruel.

That no one in their right mind could call themselves a hero and be so evil. That, she had no right to believe she had the potential of a hero or what it took to become one. She failed when she was born like...that.

Oh, but, don't get them wrong! They're not saying it because they're mean but because only villains have something creepy like a quirk that controls something as icky and scary as blood. After all, heroes don't judge a book by its cover. Unless they're villains, of course. If they're villains, it's alright. Being one means you automatically lose any human rights.

So she must be a villain.

After all, all villains are creepy and weird. They have creepy quirks and they always lose and they're cruel fools. And wasn't that basically just the description of her?

The girl with "fangs" to suck out people's blood. The girl who never speaks loudly and doesn't know how to get along with them or how to take a joke.

They say she was covered in blood once.

Smiling down on the people she hurt while they bled out. A whole four adults at that. 

I mean, could you imagine? Someone like that, who can only hurt people, who enjoy their suffering--wants to be a hero?

"Don't make me laugh!" He was grinning through furrowed brows, looking down on you.

Sitting against the wall behind the school with a bloody nose and scraped knees, you could only tremble beneath their gazes.

"You, a hero?" He let out a laugh, your classmates snickering along with him, "You're kidding, right?!"

You bit down on your lip, tears forming in your eyes as you held tightly onto your brand new dress. The same one you had been saving specifically for today.

This one! You remember stating, hands on your hips, I know my friends would love this one!

From where you sat on the dusty concrete, you could see the bows neatly tucked into their brown hair. Their eyes met yours as they pulled on one end of their bow, your gift to them, and smiled while you watched as it piled on the floor. Dirty shoes tainted the once gleaming pink.

"A hero who can only hurt people?? Come on!" Another chimed in, hand clutching his stomach as laughs stung your ears, blood rushing to your cheeks.

Inside, you could feel your heart going a mile a minute, head feeling like it would explode. Your face was so hot, almost unbearably so. Needles and needles stuck into your chest, closing up your airways where you could only grit your teeth and narrow your eyes at them.

Below where you were, all you could see was their haughty grins, eyes glaring down at you, loud snickering filling your ears. So loud, so unbelievably loud. You almost cover your ears but even then it wouldn't be enough.

Go away.

You wanted to yell.

Go away.

Clutching your ears and squeezing your eyes shut, you ground your teeth into your lip so hard you drew blood. Flames seemed to ignite in your veins. You wished you could just disappear.

Go away.

"Your quirk will never be hero-like, so just give up you freak!" Another muffled yell, yet you heard it clearly.