(Sorry for the long hiatus! Co-authors computer crashed and they couldn't write. Pair that with the fact I missed the whole meeting of Big Three and Reader AND my chapter numbers are off and I'm too deep in to fix the numbers. The only saving grace was the fact I added cute GIFS to all the past chapters)
Her mama always said she was a soft soul deep down. And she wasn't wrong by any means.
She had always shown a fondness to the creatures around her. Feeding the birds in the early mornings, despite the sun barely peeking over the horizon. Making sure the koi fish in her neighbors pond was being tended to. Even going out of her way to make sure the chickens, even though the birds having a clear dislike for the girl, were being taken care of.
Her kindness shined brightly towards the creatures around her. You would have to be blind to not see her display of affection.
"Do you know any kind of defense?" Mirko questioned. [Y/n] still on her back. "I know Akika Village has classes for that kind of thing."
"I was placed in archers." [Y/n] answered, her eyes shut.
"Any good at it?"
"Better then other kids when it came to hitting the target." She was one of many who were placed within the long range category in her year. She was one of fewer who managed to graduate the course on time. "I don't use it anymore though."
"Why the hell not?" Mirko winced, as the girl pulled her cheek. "Ow! What was that for?!"
"Children are impressionable." [Y/n] chided. "I don't use it because of my rule book."
"Rule book?" Mirko repeated. "Since when did U.A. start giving those out?"
"They don't." A small booklet was suddenly held in front of her face. "I'm the only one with one."
Mirko took the book with a disgruntled look. She flipped through the pages. Getting more and more annoyed.
"There's gotta be over a hundred pages of this crap!" [Y/n] raised her fingers. "Crap isn't a swear so don't pinch me. Why did they even make this?"
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Girl of The Woods (BNHA x Black!Child!Reader)
Fantasía[Y/n] could be easily described as curious to most. With the constant need to learn everything and anything the world had to offer her. Almost always did she come back with a new bump, bruise, or scratch. If not just a scratch then whatever caused t...