Ultra Responsibility (My Hero Academia X Spider-Man Reader)

Issue 47 - Bad Luck Charm Part 1

The lunch bell hit the building like a starting pistol, and the halls instantly turned into a stampede of voices, trays, and elbows.

I did the opposite.

I slipped out. Up. Higher. Like distance could make my brain stop buzzing.

By the time I reached the roof, the wind had teeth, the clouds were hanging low and sulky, and the whole campus felt... far away. Good.

Chui came through the door a minute later, bento box in hand, looking like she expected to find me brooding dramatically against the railing with a tragic violin playing in the background.

Instead she found me pacing.

"Yo," she said, bright as ever. She plopped down cross-legged and popped her bento open like she was starting a picnic and not walking into whatever weird mood I was in. "Okay, first of all, Professor Connors is getting on my nerves. I'm so behind on my work I can practically hear my grades laughing at me."

She took a bite, chewed, then pointed her chopsticks at me.

"Second, how's Hero Course life? You doing okay in there, Spider-Boy?"

I stared at her. The words piled up behind my teeth.

Then I just... threw the whole stack at her.

"How about Screwball," I said, "and if you'd be up for going at it again as partners?"

Chui froze mid-chew.

Her eyes widened like I'd just told her I'd joined a cult.

She swallowed hard, blinked once, then muttered, "Wow. Okay. Just going straight for the throat, huh?"

She lifted her chopsticks like she was counting off points on an invisible board.

"Partners as in... you being Spider-Man? There are like... so many problems with that." Chopstick point one. "Number one, you have a criminal record with your name on it if you break parole. Vigilante work is basically... top of that list." Chopstick point two. "Number two, the police took all your gear. Like, all of it. You can't just whip up new stuff because your whole lab life got raided." Chopstick point three. "And number C, aren't the cops basically watching you breathe?"

I let her finish.

Then nodded. "Yes. Yes. And yes."

Chui squinted. "So why are you smiling like a maniac?"

"Because something changed."

She opened her mouth, probably ready to call me an idiot, but I stood up and stepped back.

"Just... watch."

I didn't even do anything dramatic. No pose. No dramatic line. I just let it happen.

My school uniform didn't rip.

It moved.

Black slid over fabric like ink spilling across paper. It wrapped around my arms, my chest, my legs, clean and fast, swallowing the colors until there was nothing left but shadow and shape and that perfect spider emblem like a warning label.

Chui stared.

I waited for the screaming. The panic. The "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?"

She took another bite of her food and went, mouth full, "That's pretty cool."

I blinked. "That's it?"

She shrugged with her chopsticks. "What, you wanted me to faint?"

"...Nano tech?" she added, like she was guessing the answer to a quiz.