Miss One Puncher (BNHA x OPM x Quirkless-Powerful Reader)

05 // The USJ

Key
Bold= Authors Notes or the first word of the chapter.
Italics= thoughts
Bold Underlined = Speaking English
Y/N = Your Name
L/N= Last Name
S/C=Skin Color

*Hello Luvs! Thanks so much for reading and such on my story! It means a lot! This chapter is going to be a little bit long, as it will cover part of the USJ arc. I'll give you a warning tho, Im not the best at fight scenes, but I'll give my best. I also don't remember the full arc or what they say. But again, I'll do my best or just improvise to make it fit. I hope you guys like it! I had a hard time with what I wanted to do in this chapter but I did it! ~ Sincerely, Author*

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*Y/N's POV*

For some reason, everything felt off to me. I can't pinpoint what it is; it's just inexplicable.

"Today, we're heading to a different facility for our hero training. We'll be concentrating on..." Aizawa began, displaying a board labeled 'rescue.' "You'll be under the supervision of three individuals: myself, All Might, and another hero you'll encounter at the facility. Your attire is your choice, but keep in mind you're probably not yet used to your hero suits. They might restrict your movements or powers," he explained.

I found myself not paying much attention, as usual. Aizawa's voice faded into the background while I clutched my stomach, letting out a soft groan. I hoped it went unnoticed. What was wrong with me today?

*Third POV*

The class was ushered toward a bus, with the class president, Iida, struggling to organize the students. His plan, which he had meticulously prepared for four hours the previous night, had fallen apart. With a sigh of disappointment, Iida mumbled to himself as he took a seat.

Meanwhile, the main protagonist, Y/N, chose a front seat, indifferent to her seating arrangement. Settling into the two-person seat, she rested her head against the windowpane. She felt the seat dip as someone else sat down beside her. Glancing over, she recognized her homeroom teacher, who was muttering to himself about something she had no interest in.

As she closed her eyes, Y/N became acutely aware of her fatigue, exacerbated by a poor night's sleep and a general feeling of malaise. She let out a sigh, coincidentally at the same moment as her teacher, prompting a mutual glance.

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When Aizawa learned he would have a new student in his class, he was internally dismayed, yet he kept it to himself. He was curious about who this individual could be, warranting a personal recommendation from the principal. He hoped they wouldn't be troublesome.

As the school year commenced, his expectations were upended. His initial thoughts on the stoic, expressionless girl were dismissive; she seemed like just another hero aspirant, and her apparent disinterest was unsettling. Yet, he empathized with her desire to be elsewhere.

He pegged her as 'lazy' at first glance.

She appeared unengaged. But weak? Far from it. He considered her one of the strongest individuals he'd encountered, even without witnessing her full capabilities. To most, she might not stand out, but to him, she bore a resemblance to someone from his past, which he dismissed as mere coincidence.

Her tardiness irked him, and he was prepared to reprimand her for squandering his time. However, her arrival with a coffee in hand, beseeching him to overlook her lateness, caught him off guard. The gesture quelled his irritation. Surprisingly, he found himself accepting of this student. The thought that she had brought him coffee was unexpected 🥺.