A Messy Mind (MHA x Reader)

The move

"= words
'= thoughts

"Final warning call for flight 533," the voice blared over the speaker.

I collected my bags and headed to the ticket check; eventually, I boarded the plane, placing my carry-on by my feet and doing my best to get comfortable in the small seat while doing my best to avoid touching my seatmate.

After the brief safety instructions, the plane took off, and I felt myself dozing off. After all, it was three in the morning, and I would do my best to attempt to shorten this 16-hour flight. Eventually, I stirred awake, finding that I and the stranger next to me had apparently gotten quite comfortable.

I assumed he was a man, though you can never truly know. He had unruly purple hair that was strewn across my shoulder. He was lightly snoring and had a slight amount of drool on his bottom lip. I suppose he was cute in a messy, sleep-deprived sort of way. I fought the urge to push him off of me and chose to ignore it as best I could.

Eventually, though, that problem was solved. He got up from his sleeping position with a flushed face, which I assumed from realising he slept on a stranger. He reached for his bag below his seat and started rummaging through it. That's when I heard a faint purring sound. Curiosity got the best of me, and I continued to watch him interact with what seemed to be a cat through my peripheral vision. Eventually, I was caught by the tired man. "What, never seen a cat before?" I was surprised  "Huh?" "Well, you've been staring for a while now," he said, "sorry..." I mumbled, "Wanna pet her?" He asked

He unzipped the bag, and I leaned over to pet the fuzzy creature. She fell asleep, and I retracted my hand. "Sorry, by the way," he said, as the man turned. I looked at him puzzled. "For, um, sleeping on you." I turned my face to the edge of my seat, where his mouth had been resting; it was still slightly damp. I scrunched my nose in disapproval, narrowing my eyes. "And for that..." "Its fine." 'Obviously, it wasn't fine.'

Eventually the flight ended, so I collected my things and left the airport as fast as I could given the large number of people in the airport. I wasn't at all eager to stay "Y/N!" I turned just in time to be attacked by my aunt Eliza, "Hi, darling! We missed you," her wife came trudging over, "hey kid, ready to go," I smiled.

(Not necessary to read; just a description of characters; btw, her aunt is adopted, so the way she looks won't affect the reader.)

Diana is my aunt's wife. She's 30 years old, tall, with tan skin, green eyes, and red and brown hair. She's been working as a pro-hero for over a decade. Her hero name is "Cherry Bomb," given that she can release explosive cherry seeds from her skin that then grow into combustible trees and vines.

Eliza, my aunt, was adopted into our family at 5 years old. She's an average height of about 5'5" and is 29 years old, has pale skin, blue eyes, and brown hair that fades into blue. Her ears are elongated and resemble those of an elf. She worked as a pro-hero and occasionally comes back into the field, but she left to pursue a career in therapy. She helps pro-heroes and students training to be heroes with emotional and physical pain. She also helps people who have been attacked by villains. Her quirk allows her to control water. She would previously use her quirk to attack, but now she uses it to heal. I'm not sure exactly how it works, and anytime I would ask she would explain it with the most complex and confusing words, so eventually I gave up.

(End of description.)

We got in the car and began the drive to my new home. "So kid, when did ya get a new phone?" Diana asked. "Huh?"  "Well, that phone is the same model and case, but last time I believe your phone was red; this time it's green." I peered down at the phone, and the colour was now the only thing I could see. 'Fuckkkkkkkk'

The stress of moving to a new house in a new country had my attention occupied and my stress peaked, so I wasn't exactly paying attention to the colour of my phone once we arrived home. I had my aunt call my actual phone, which rang until eventually it was answered.

"hello". The voice on the phone was oddly familiar. My aunt explained the whole ordeal. It turns out we accidentally switched phones on the plane, and the tired purple man and I scheduled to meet up to switch back to our real phones.