The Ocean: BNHA x OP!Reader

Explosions and Asshole Guardian Deities

**y'all probably already know by now, but this is not my art**

"And what's your mission?" The man in the mask narrowed his eyes slightly at the pair before him. All three of the men currently inhabiting the small, run-down room were clearly on their guards with one another, not a hint of trust anywhere within a five mile radius, as they discussed the possibility of joining forces.

"For now?" The youngest of the three tilted his head.  "I really just wanna kill All Might.  I like to destroy anything that pisses me off.  Like these little brats here."  He held up a pair of photos, one of which was taken during the Sports Festival and had captured a green-haired boy in the UA gym uniform, while the other was a much more blurry depiction of a young girl in the same school's every day uniform.  "Game over."

A fight quickly followed the threatening words which had been said oh so casually.  There was, after all, a clear conflict of convictions between the two parties, the resultant conversation dancing between bitter sarcasm and twisted ideals while each of the men tested the other to see how far exactly they could push them before someone snapped, even going so far as to use weapons and quirks.  Eventually, it was the blue-haired man who arrived at that ending first.

"Kurogiri, someone as crazy as this would be nothing but a problem for the League of Villains," he hissed, his eyes never leaving those of the fellow villain before him.

"Please reconsider," the mist-shrouded bartender immediately protested.  "This man will be a great asset if he joins us."

"I'd say this was a success," a fourth man -- a man who remained hidden behind the screen of a nearby monitor as he carefully observed everything that was happening -- interrupted, clearly implying that the conversation should be brought to an end.  A subtle order that no one would dare to defy.

"My business here is done," the masked man said.  "Now, you will return me to Hosu.  Ah, but before I forget, I believe you may have the wrong impression about one of those children who 'pisses you off,' as you put it.  I've had the pleasure of meeting that young girl, and though she was trying to hide it, it was clear in the way that she reacted every time the heroes were mentioned.  I'm not sure I've met someone who hates them more.  Of course, this is merely an observation.  Now bring me back.  There are still several false heroes I must attend to there."

The mist-covered man opened a warp gate, allowing the three men in the room to leave the tired little bar that had become their base of operations.  The room was left almost completely silent.  That is, until a deep, soft chuckling slowly spread out across the empty space, filling it with a kind of warmth that the neglected building hadn't felt in what must have been ages. A warmth that was so very anomalous of that man's true character.

"So this is where you were hiding, after all," the man behind the monitor muttered to himself in amusement.  "Fear not, my child.  We shall save you soon enough."

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My internship with Mirko was so close to being perfect.  I had honestly assumed that the week would be nothing but constant surveillance with the odd lecture on morals thrown in every now and then, but to my pleasant surprise, Mirko was taking the whole thing incredibly seriously.  I was actually learning a lot from the hero.  I'd never realized until now how generalized the hero lessons in UA were and how important it was that training be fit to the individual rather than the group.

Yes, everything about the internship would have been absolutely perfect, if not for the one very important detail that at the end of every day, the pro hero who had taken me on for the week would drag me over to Hosu where we'd spend the entire night carefully scouring the city for any signs of the Hero Killer.