Just like my Suna x reader , this is for all the stoners. If you don't smoke, don't like when people smoke, or you can get triggered by it , then you should leave. See ya~
'I don't have time for this', I think to myself. My mom is always yelling and nagging about me smoking. Although if she wasn't so damn unstable maybe I wouldn't feel the need to ease my mind. I lay in my bed, my bones feeling dense as I sigh a dreading sigh. I reluctantly stand up and leave the comfort of my bedroom and walk into the large and expensive living room that was littered with holes in the wall that doesn't seem to fit the luxurious space.
My mother stood in the kitchen, a cigarette in between her dry and pursed lips. As soon as she spots me her scowl grew." You're finally awake." She snarked. I shrug my shoulders, searching the table for my glasses. "You can't be a hero if you smoke and lay in bed all day! I worked hard to ensure you a spot at U.A! All the way in japan! And this is the thanks I get?" She continues as she slams her hands on the counter. I take a deep breath, put my shoes on and grab my black and green backpack.
" I have to go. If you didn't notice its time for school." I open the door, waiting in the door way as she yells that id better get good grades and that is better not get in trouble for smoking. She didn't know this , but I got a Marijuana card for my quirk and other things.
I eventually make it to class 1a. At first glance it looks like a bunch of stuck up rich kids who have no idea what struggle is, but as I look around, I see a few people who didn't give me that vibe in the back of the class. I sit by a boy with black eyes and medium long hair.
"Hey, I like your eyes."
I say as I stare at him through my glasses. " Uh, thanks! I'm Hanta Sero, Nice to met ya." He says blushing, and rubbing the back of his neck. " Hanta, Its nice to meet you. I'm Y/n Jones, And are you okay your face is quite red?" I say smiling slightly. Another boy sitting next to us sits up in his seat, an amused smirk on his face.
" Yeah Sero! Your face is really red! Are you embarrassed? Or maybe you like h-"
Hanta cuts him off. " Shut up Denki!" He puts his hand over the boys mouth, effectively shutting him up. He pulls Sero's hand off his mouth, sighing.
" Chill dude! I wont say it. Anyways, Hey, I'm Denki Kaminari !" He says winking. Hanta gives him a look I can't quite decipher.
After everyone got to the classroom, a yellow sleeping bag crawled it's way inside. Turns out that the sleep bag was in fact our teacher, and he gave us gym clothes and instructed us to get changed and head out to the training field. When we make it out there he asks Bakugou how far could he throw the baseball in junior high. He said something but I wasn't paying attention, Instead I was looking at a boy with balls on his head. He caught me looking and bit his lip at me. I shuddered at the horrible site. I tune back into the teacher when he tells Bakugou to throw the ball but with his quirk.
Hey my little stoners! This is future da'nae. I'm back working on this story. I'm editing at the moment so if you're reading and see changes don't be alarmed. If you see any grammatical mistakes please let me know.
