GRACIOUS// bnha x fem. reader

1

The airport was filled with light, blinding my poor eyes. I lowered my sun glasses on my nose. Many people were going on about their day without taking mind to the teenager. 

Man, why do they make airports so bright? I just woke up!

A light push to my shoulder made me turn my head. A man in a suit walked away, murmuring a fast apology. I sighed, grabbing my suitcase and adjusting my backpack. Following the directions, I exited the airport. 

I've always wanted to visit Japan, since my mom was from there. She met my dad when she was on a trip to France to meet a particular designer supposed to make her famous. The guy was an asshole, but that made her meet my dad. From then, she moved with him. They created their own fashion company, my mom being the main model. They made money, got famous and one day, a member of the press asked, ''Do you want to have children?''. Pretty rude to ask, if you ask me, but my parents said yes. Maybe two years later, I was born. Fresh new content for the company, but that's not what my dad wanted for me. 

The second I knew how to walk, he started training me. He wanted me to be a pro hero. He didn't even knew what my quirk would be, but he really hoped for it to be something similar to his. He could order something to someone, and they would listen. He could only use it once a day, but it was still useful for managing his team. My mom on the other hand, had a physic altering quirk. It was called beauty. She basically responded to every beauty standards in Japan. I guess that if she was born in another country, she would have responded to other beauty standards. My quirk ended up something between that.

But back to my me. Like I said, my dad trained me so that I could be a pro hero, and on the other hand, my mom wanted me to become the next main model for their company. She tried everything to make me ''Lady-like''. Clearly, it never worked, but at least I know a bunch about beauty and stuff like that. She also had a phase where she tried to make me a musician. I really clicked with it, but she wanted me to do classic. Really not my style, but I continued to play electric guitar. I think the only accomplishment I did in her eyes was doing classical dance. It's surprising, but I actually like it. 

Training with my dad was basically torture, since he had absolutely no idea how to train someone. Of course, he made me train my body, workouts everyday and close combat. He made me take tae kwon do classes too. Along with archery, boxing, fencing and iaijutsu(sword combat). Like I said, he really didn't knew what he was doing. But still, training everyday without a break only to meet your parents expectation? Gets you pretty fucked up in the brain if you look at me.

So when I heard that U.A. High existed, I took the opportunity. What could make him prouder than his daughter graduating from the best school in Japan? Hard to beat that.

Now out of the airport, I called a cab and hopped in, saying the address of the apartment that my dad rented for me. 

The only conditions for me to go to Japan was to call my parents at least once a week and to let them pay all of my things. I still intended to find a job to at least contribute, but that something for me to know and them to ignore. 

This school was for me a new start, an independent one. Well, partly. Its a start, okay?!

And anyway, I still need to pass the entrance exam with a score high enough to enter the hero course. Class A or B, I don't really gives a fuck, I don't even know the difference between the two. I wasn't worried about the written exam, I've studied maybe the equivalence of the entire school program of this year. I'm basically ahead of everyone on this field. Didn't wanted to get carried behind since the program in France is much slowlier than the Japanese one.

The cab slowed down to a stop, the driver turning around and telling me the price. I payed, took my things and entered the building.

It was kind of a pricey one. My dad really didn't slacked, uh? Knowing my apartment was at the highest, I opted for the elevator. It was a fancy one with mirrors and a guy pressing the buttons for me. I looked at him, thinking,

If I have to see him everyday, might as well be on good terms.

''Sup, what's your name?'' The boy looked around, I sweat dropped.

We're alone in here...

He pointed at himself ''M-me?''. I looked at him dead in the eyes, and in the most serious tone I could muster, ''No dummy, my reflection, duh''. He seemed confused, before taking a step away from me. I snorted ''It's called sarcasm, hun. Get used to it, it's my second language. Well no, third.'' He putted his hand behind his neck ''O-oh, sorry. I'm used to people here being all formal and never talking to me. My name is Aiko. May I ask yours?''.

The elevator dingued and the doors opened ''I'm (Y/n), better remember that name since well see eachothers pretty much everyday.''. With that, I stepped away, going for the only door in the hallway.

I opened the door to see a completely empty room. Well, not completely, there was still furniture, but it was boring as fuck.

Wait... I have to decorate it??

I sighed, closing the door with my foot. This was going to take a long time.