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

16 // School, You Idiots

Key
Bold= Authors Notes
Italics= thoughts
Bold Underlined = Speaking English
Y/N = Your Name
L/N= Last Name
S/C=Skin Color

Location: UA High School

*Third POV*

The evening before school resumed, she pulled out her usual hoodie from the dresser. With a slight frown, she eyed the trash can in the corner, then tossed her oppai hoodie into it, as if discarding her disguise. Opting for a change, she chose a black, baggy hoodie and laid it beside her school uniform, set for the following day. Then, she switched off the light and settled into sleep.

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Y/N yawned wearily as she made her way to the classroom, dressed in her school uniform and black hoodie, her eyes unusually bright, though the dark circles beneath them were still visible, albeit less so.

Reaching the classroom door, she was greeted by the familiar sounds of laughter and shouting. As she slid the door open and entered, an unexpected object was hurled at her face—a banana. Rubbing her head, she picked up the fruit, puzzled about its presence and why it was thrown at her.

Holding the banana, she watched as Izuku, Uraraka, and Iida hurried over to check on her. Y/N examined the banana peel for flaws, ignoring her friends' concerned gazes.

"Sorry about that, Y/N, Denki was the one who threw it, claiming he didn't need fruit to survive," Izuku said, scratching his head in apology.

Y/N lifted her bright eyes to meet those of her three friends. Their expressions shifted to shock upon seeing her cheerful demeanor—a stark contrast to the usual somberness of their black-haired classmate. Something transformative occurred during her internship.

"Why are you apologizing then?" she asked, turning her gaze from Denki, who was rubbing his head in an apologetic manner and shooting her a peculiar look. Her attention shifted back to her three friends, but soon, something else caught her eye, and she erupted into laughter.

Approaching the irate Pomeranian, she snickered at his unusually flat, styled hair.

"STOP LAUGHING, YOU EMOTIONLESS WENCH! AND YOU GUYS TOO! I CAN'T GET IT TO GO BACK TO NORMAL!" he bellowed, clutching his head.

She chuckled and reached out to touch his hair. "What are you going to do, huh, pretty boy?" she taunted with a smirk, prodding his hair until it sprang back to its usual state, prompting another round of laughter as he batted her hand away as if she were an annoyance.

Truthfully, he found himself liking her laughter; it was freer than before. More than that, he noticed the change when she entered the room: her expressions were genuine, she had ditched the oppai hoodie he loathed, and she seemed less... lackluster. Not that he cared, of course. He was just perceptive.

Rejoining her friends, except for Uraraka who had left for a bit, she stood by Icy-Hot's desk and offered a small smile to lighten the mood. This caused one of them to blush at her charming smile... he found Y/N more appealing this way.

The broccoli-haired boy snapped out of his reverie and returned her smile. "So Y/N, you seem... different. Did something happen during Mr. Aizawa's internship?" His inquiry piqued the interest of the others in the group, who also awaited her response.

The girl shrugged nonchalantly, her smile tinged with mischief. "It was an interrogation," she declared bluntly, yet with a carefree tone.

The group was taken aback; they hadn't anticipated that. Their attempts to coax more information from her were met with a simple revelation: "He bribed me with pudding. Just pudding. But it was quite interesting, to say the least." Their confusion deepened, but it became clear she wouldn't offer further details. The group let out a collective sigh, and she just shrugged.

"What happened to you guys?"

Her question briefly tensed them, but they quickly recovered. Icy-Hot, the one she knew the least, responded matter-of-factly, "Haven't you seen the news? We were attacked by the hero killer."

"What? The old man without a nose? The one obsessed with blood? You three were those students?" she asked. Indeed, they were the notorious trio.

They nodded, puzzled about how she knew, but dismissed it. Truthfully, she was aware only because of the news and Aizawa's account, which she had overheard. Stain's appearance was unsettling. Yet, it never occurred to them to reach out to her.

"I'm relieved you're all safe...BUT WHY ON EARTH DIDN'T YOU CALL ME FOR HELP, YOU FOOLS?!" she shouted, flicking their foreheads so gently it felt like a bug's touch to her, but to them, it stung like a slap. They quickly apologized, massaging their sore foreheads together.

She exhaled deeply, then fixed her gaze on Iida, narrowing her eyes before yanking his collar to bring his face close to hers, mere inches away. "And you. Didn't I warn you against recklessness? Never do that again, understand?" she scolded, then released his ruffled form and shirt.

"Hey, Y/N, lay off Iida-kun! He had his reasons! Aren't we all peers here? Why are you suddenly acting like our elder?" Uraraka interjected, hands on her hips for emphasis. Her defensiveness made Y/N chuckle as she leaned against the desk next to them, returning to her usual stoic expression.

"It doesn't matter whether he had a reason or not; he still attempted to take a life. They didn't mention it in the news, but I'm aware of it. And my behavior? I'm just concerned about you all. Regarding my age, I'm older than you," she responded, eliciting surprised looks from her four classmates.

"Wait, how old are you, Y/N?" Izuku inquired, his curiosity piqued. The young woman smiled at her friend, whom she regarded as her closest ally. She slid her hands into the pockets of her oversized hoodie. "I'm 18," she declared, straightening up to return to her seat as the bell neared. The revelation stunned the others; they hadn't realized she was an adult. They had presumed she was merely a year older and possibly held back, not three years their senior! They yearned to continue the conversation, but the impending bell prompted them to hastily return to their seats.

Post-homeroom, the class proceeded to a training ground in costume for All Might's next session. A race was planned to demonstrate their internship learnings. Y/N, having undergone different training and already possessing hero qualities, anticipated an easy challenge. Yet, she was determined to savor the experience.

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