[ M a y h e m ] - - Shigaraki x Reader

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Villain, that's what (Y/N) (L/N) was described as. You either hated them, or you didn't know them. Thanks to their quirk, (Y/N) was considered villainous. Their quirk? Mayhem. Pretty self-explanatory.

(Y/N) was forced into going to school at U.A. highschool by their parents. (Y/N)'s parents wanted them to be a hero or at least be in the hero workforce. (Y/N) didn't want to be a hero, though. They wanted to be a forensic scientist; or at least in the science department of work. (Y/N)'s parents were okay with everything else though, like when (Y/N) came out as non-binary, they were accepting. They didn't tell (Y/N) to get out of their house, or force (Y/N) to wear and act like their gender they were born with. ( I don't think I worded that correctly but that's okay :) )

Other than (Y/N)'s parents being accepting of them, they weren't all that. They were controlling, to say the least. They never let (Y/N) have friends over at their house, much less let (Y/N) go to other people's houses. (Y/N)'s parents cared about their grades. And the school (Y/N) went to. And possibly which job department (Y/N) got into. But other than that they were fine. Right?

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[ (Y/N) P O V ]

First day. Woohoo. As you can see, I'm really excited. Or, that's what my parents think. 

"Have a good day, sweetie!" Mom said as she leaned against the doorway. 

"You too, Mom," I replied walking down the driveway. 

U.A. wasn't as far as I thought it was. Really it was only a 15-minute walk. 

Once I arrived at U.A., I was immediately bombarded with the feeling of 'fantasy' and 'dream'. I mean, I guess that's what new kids who actually wanted to be here felt inside. I guess I get it, with the 0.2 acceptance rate here. I walked into the building and looked for Class 1-A. 

I found it a couple of minutes later, and I opened the door only to find a blonde boy with his feet on his desk, and a blue-haired boy yelling at him. I saw people in groups introducing themselves. I saw a few people with mutant quirks, like the boy with a bird head, and the girl who looks like a frog, and the boy with a tail, and the other boy with multiple limbs growing out of his back.

 I moved my way to the back of the room, where I sat down and started reading. This Manga Month, I had chosen to read Killing Stalking. It was interesting, to say the least. My favorite character in the manga is the bat Sangwoo used to break Yoonbum's ankles. It did a great job being there. The precision, the quality, the right amount of pain. All perfect. 

After a few minutes of reading the manga, the teacher came in. 

"Welcome students, my name is Mr. Aizawa, and I'll be your homeroom teacher. Everyone get a gym uniform and meet me in the field," he said. 

After he said that, he plopped down, rolled backward into a yellow sleeping bag no one noticed earlier, and rolled out of the door. I love this teacher already.

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