Angel of Death (BNHA x male villain reader)

28. What's yokan?

Y/N went into his house, tossing his bag of stuff on the floor and sitting down on the couch with a pleased expression on his face.

"Tomorrow is that weird training camp thing, so I guess I'll pack?"

The boy completely pushed aside the encounter only a few seconds ago, and instead looked around for a bag that would fit his stuff for a week.

He grabbed a huge black duffel bag from a drawer and randomly stuffed different clothing into it, not really bothering to choose or fold them. He did put a few sets of school uniforms in it, even if he didn't think he would need it.

After the clothing were some waterproof bags in case there was a leak wherever they were staying, a smaller bag with his toothbrush and some shower gel, and a posh case for his Versace mirrored sunglasses.

Then some random stuff like a hand towel, a water bottle, and his swimming stuff, finishing off with the most important thing - the sweets he'd just bought. Oh, and a stack of cash that would be enough for four people to last a week.

Y/N unwrapped one and popped it into his mouth while he looked around the room. "I have no info on the camp..."

He didn't know where it was, how they would get there, food and sleeping arrangements, even what it was about. All he knew was to go to U.A tomorrow with his stuff.

Y/N sat down on his couch, grabbing his phone and flicking onto Wattpad.

He scrolled through some random stories before settling on a random fanfic. It was on a show he'd never watched, but was by one of his favourite authors. 

Y/N read for a few minutes before shutting off his phone and getting up for no reason. It was still afternoon, and the book was a bit hard for him to understand.

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The next day, Y/N was up early, way too early for him. After grabbing his bag and making sure everything was in there, Y/N changed into a casual outfit of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, putting his phone in his pocket and throwing a charger in his bag.

On a split decision, he grabbed a pair of bluetooth headphones, putting them in the bag along with the charger.

"I don't know if they'll have charging ports, but hey, might as well." Y/N shrugged, leaving the house in minutes with his bag slung over his shoulder.

There weren't many people around - there was still an hour till school started and all the adults had already gone to work.

Y/N walked the streets for a while, pausing outside a 7-Eleven to glance up at the sign.

Breakfast time.

He pushed open the door, a small bell ringing as he did so, and waved to the bored cashier. "Hi."

The cashier perked up considerably, smiling. "Hey!" She looked awed, and Y/N tilted his head in confusion as he made his way over to the ready-food section.

"You're Y/N, right?" The uniformed employee questioned.

"Yeah, that's me."

She gasped, taking out a smartphone and snapping a few pictures of Y/N, who scrunched his face up in apprehension. "I've got to tell my friends! I watched the Sports Festival, you were amazing!"

Y/N nodded slowly before picking out a bento box containing some stir-fried rice, some meat, and salad. There was a small pudding tucked in the corner, and Y/N pointed at it as he went up to the cashier.

"What's this?"

"Oh, that's yokan." The cashier thought for a second. "It's made from red bean paste, sugar, and jelly."