Little misfortune

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Y/n was in all ways shape form and fashion was a normal girl. The only unique thing about her to most people would be her quirk that doctors have labeled misfortune. Now knowing at a young age that she did in fact have a quirk was a godsend since she thought it would be the end of her torment from typical bullies, but it just seemed to get worse.

let me explain her quirk labeled misfortune happens to draw and bring in extraordinarily bad luck of some sorts, now you'd think that well if it brought in extremely bad luck she would be hurt or injured possibly even dead. Alas, the truly marveling thing about her quirk is that it never directly got her hurt or injured. take for example her college years she and her friends were driving all of them heavily intoxicated joking around as they were driving. her best friend at the moment Layla turned her face from the wheel for a second chastizing the backseater for not being able to hold their liquor not noticing till it was too late that they were heading towards a ditch.

Layla being the closest one sitting to her died behind her Sammy hit her head against the headrest and was In a coma, the other two girls in the car each varying with some internal damage and broken bones. now the strange thing that happened was that y/n didn't have a scratch on her, not even slight internal damage it was almost like she wasn't there. now that all could be a fluke the group joked about it after a year or so, but y/n knew it wasn't and she felt like the group knew too which is why she decided since it was the end of her last year she would go down to her grandma that always had open arms for y/n to come to stay over even in old age and knowing what her granddaughter's quirk was.

now one of y/n favorite things about going to her grandma's house was that her grandmother owned a bookshop it was quaintly trapped in between a flower shop and a cafe. she hated how it was cliche but it was her safe place and thanks to her grandmother's quirk, nullification no one got hurt when she was around, But everything started changing when her grandmother died leaving her the bookshop. her heart broke when she found out, but alas she moved on and took ownership of the bookshop.

She was happy to say at least since she didn't know what she wanted to do with her life after college; the bookshop made decent money for not being one of the biggest places. one of the things that she loved about it was she would often have couples come to the shop and then see them next door with a warm drink and such, then there was a chance that they would go buy flowers. She was quite happy with her neighbors and they would all recommend going to one another to their customers since it was hard to run small shops.

So with all being said and done, it was a nice life she found some new friends there and an apartment that wasn't too far from her work so that she could walk to it in the morning since the views were amazing. So instead of her original idea to close the shop and find a "better job" she stuck to the shop as she reminisced, and everything was fine she didn't even run into too many quirk incidents.

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Y/n was sitting at the register from the store it had been a slow day and she decided it was a better day than ever day to catch back up on her reading list. She was utterly immersed in her book she almost didn't hear the bell. she peeked up from the book to find a couple looking around at the front. they seemed to be talking so she took a chance to study the pair. The first person her eyes landed on was a bright blonde who seemed to have a loud personality. she could notice the fact that he had his semi-long hair in a pulled-back bun. she also noticed that he had chartreuse eyes and a small but trimmed mustache. He was wearing a red low v shirt with a black leather jacket and some necklaces and a pair of jeans.

Surprisingly his counterpart was not as loud as the blonde being the complete opposite of him. He had long black hair pulled into a low ponytail. he had sharp grey eyes that seemed to have endless eye bags. he seemed to keep his face untrimmed and had both mustache stubble and beard stubble.  He seemed to be sporting a more comfortable look going with a cream turtleneck and a pair of black jeans. they were walking around the store mumbling until their eyes came in contact with y/n.

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As I caught their attention accidentally I went back to reading praying that the pair didn't notice till I heard them walk up to me. "hey there, I've got a question" my head peaked over the book to look at the blonde " what's a pretty thing like you doing at this library behind the desk"  the blonde said. Me being shy at the moment mumbled out "I'm the new owner" I said. there was an awkward pause and I felt the need to continue." I've been here for coming up a year pretty soon."  " I managed to stutter out cursing myself for sounding weak. I looked up to see that the pair looked shocked. "so you mean to tell us Agatha sold her shop" The black-haired counterpart stated sounding bewildered at even the thought of that happening. I just stared at them confused with a slight tilt of my head. "no, and I know my grandmother was nice but how did that leave you on a first-name basis?"

The two of them both look equally confused till it seems like a flipped switch in their heads. "oh, you must be the granddaughter that Agatha can't stop talking about." the blonde practically yelled. with blush-adorned cheeks I nodded. "so hows is the old girl" the blonde continued talking till I started to shuffle my feet on the ground. "umm well, let's say she is in a much better place now" Another switch seemed to have flipped in their heads as they mouthed "oh" The blonde seems a bit taken aback and let his counterparts talk. "we're very sorry for your loss I can tell you and Agatha were quite close since she gave you the shop." I just nodded tears starting to form in the corner of my eyes.

"But enough of that" I used the sleeve of my shirt to dab at my eyes. "what can I do for you today" I stated sounding a bit desperate for a change of subject. The two must have heard it  in my voice and frowned a bit before talking." well songbird, Agatha was supposed to put in an order of books for us a while ago but we didn't have time to come up and grab them." I smiled and nodded "what were the names of the books I can go back and go get them." I asked. " oh silly us were all up here barging in and bringing up bad thoughts I'm Hizashi Yamada, but you can call me Hizashi my little songbird" I chuckled at this and looked to the other person as he sighed.  "im Shota Aizawa, you can call me shota" I nodded "I'll be right back with your books."

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As y/n walked into the back room the males started to talk.  see I told you we should have come sooner to go check on Agatha" the blonde whispered screamed. "well Im sorry that our schedules were mixed up so we dint have time to see her." his counterpart yelled.  they both sighed looking towards the door. "well at least we can hear about her oh so amazing grandchild." the blonde continued. "I thought she would be younger the way she portrayed her," said his counterpart.

"but grandmas always baby up their grandkids, when she was talking about her she said she had an interesting quirk" shouto had stated nodding towards the door.  "oh yeah I think she said it was misfortune or something like that" mic had said rubbing his chin.

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So I saw my story on Tumblr kinda fizzled out two years ago and I was like hmm this is actually a really good story why didn't I finish it, so yeah this is just gonna see if I can still write as well as the old times