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

12 // The Work Studies: Day 1

*Authors Note:
Hello, Luvs! Sorry for such a long time waiting on my story and thank you for your patience. As you can see, I have updated and I hope you enjoy this next chapter. This chapter took me a long time to write, as I have been going through a lot of things involving my physical and mental needs and care. I also just lost my grandfather, the second grandparent I have lost due to infection and cancer since 2021. So, I am sorry for the inconvenience. But I do want to continue and if you have any questions or anything, please feel free to comment. I'd love to know what you guys think of this story. Anyway, love you guys, and thanks for reading my story!
Sincerely~ Author*

Key
Bold = author 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

*Third POV*

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"Oh, Crap!" Blackett exclaimed as she collided with the wall ahead, causing it to shatter and crumble into pieces upon impact, her belongings scattering on the floor. She landed on her front, rubbing her eyes to clear the blurriness from her vision.

Y/N swore under her breath; not only was she late to bid farewell to her classmates, but she had also been so distracted that she ran into a building wall. Just the start she wanted for her work studies—note the sarcasm.

Aizawa would have some words for her.

Muttering, Y/N got to her feet, brushing the dust from her attire as she surveyed her surroundings. It seemed that someone crashing into a wall and breaking it, rather than getting hurt, was quite the spectacle. It was usually expected to be the other way around, right?

She noticed the sizable crowd that had formed almost instantly after her encounter with the wall and felt a bead of sweat form. Never had she considered herself so intriguing as to be the subject of such public attention.

Murmurs filled the air as the girl, dressed in her school uniform and carrying a sizable duffle bag and a metal briefcase, strolled away nonchalantly. In her perception, nothing of note had occurred. Why would a throng of onlookers gather around a girl who had collided with bricks and glass, and who was running late to bid farewell to her classmates embarking on their work studies and to catch up with her teacher? It's a mystery. Perhaps the world was just that enigmatic. Or maybe, just maybe, there was someone out there who harbored animosity towards her. After all, she frequently found herself in odd predicaments, much to her dismay.

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"Bye, Y/N, Deku, Iida!" Uraraka called out, waving as she boarded her train. The three teens waved back, exchanging farewells before parting ways. Y/N exhaled in relief, having arrived just in time. As Iida was about to board his train, she grasped his arm, fixing him with a serious gaze.

"Don't do anything foolish, okay?" she said sharply, causing him to startle and look at her intently before nodding. Releasing his arm, she sensed something amiss but chose not to act, stepping aside to let Iida and Midoriya depart. "Goodbye, Izuku, see you later," she called out, receiving a wave from Izuku through the window.

Rejoining her homeroom teacher, who observed the students' farewells, she stood by him as he spoke in his languid tone, "You just made it on time, what happened?" His voice carried a hint of curiosity but was largely apathetic, prompting her to acknowledge his observation.

"Well, I overslept and...bumped into a wall. But I'm here now, right?" Y/N replied, adjusting her bag on her shoulder and the case containing 21's in her hand. The teacher gave her a sidelong glance, filled with silent inquiry, then turned to walk away. Noticing she wasn't following, he paused. "Coming?" he inquired in a disinterested tone, snapping her back to the present, prompting her to quickly catch up.