chained : yan ! bnha + kny x kny ! reader

twelve , school

Yawning, Y/n awoke to the sound of their alarm. Turning it off, they noted the date. It was their first day of U.A, and Y/n wasn't too thrilled, seeing it as nothing more than a waste of time.

They stared at the outfit they had laid out the night prior. It wasn't the traditional U.A uniform, instead they swapped out the ugly blazer for a dark green knit sweater, and swapped out the dark green pants for black shorts along with a matching black tie.

Soon after getting dressed, Y/n walked out of the house. Toshinori left early since he was a teacher. After some arguing the night before, Y/n had convinced the pro to let them walk alone.

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Y/n clicked their tongue, staring at the large glass building. The press was relatively contained today, having been pushed to the sides by guards. Y/n hummed, stepping through the large blue gates and into the school's courtyard.

They had been informed by Toshinori that they'd be going to Aizawa's class, 1-A, instead of a more fitting class like maybe, a third year class for people their age. They frowned at the thought. Having to spend up to a year with sixteen year olds seemed like hell to them. Even Muichiro could suck the life out of them at times, and they could only imagine this would be like being with twenty Muichiros... Right?

When Y/n entered the classroom through the large doors reading 1-A, they were greeted by shouting, and a lot of it. Y/n blinked, this was much worse than just Muichiro.

After scanning the room, they recognized a few people: the dog, the man who yelled at them, and the two people they sat next to. It seemed Midoriya either hadn't made it into U.A, or was in a separate class.

The dog and the other loud man seemed to be fighting. Y/n gave the scene a deadpan stare before walking over to a random untaken seat. The middle row had an extra seat compared to the other four rows, so Y/n sat at the seat farthest from the door in the middle row.

Y/n glanced back to the two fighting, their eye twitching in annoyance, "Can't you two just shut up?" They asked, watching the two shift their gazes to them.

The blonde dog's head shot to Y/n, a growl emitting from his practically frothing mouth, "The hell did you say you extra!?" He shouted, his quirk flaring up, "How about you shut the hell up and mind your own business?!"

Y/n clicked their tongue, "It seems you're still not leashed," They sighed, "Whatever," They said, "If you won't shut up at least say something entertaining," Y/n's eyes were unamused as they spoke, annoyed at the same time.

"Greetings, classmate! I'm-" The louder man took the dog's silence to speak, before promptly gasping, "Oh my! You're the person I had talked down to! I'm so sorry!" He apologized.

Y/n only sighed, pointing to the door, "Apologize to him, how about?" They said, their eyes locking with shocked green ones, "I bet Izu was far more offended and upset by your call out to him than I," They shrugged.

Midoriya's face went red, "I- uh- W-well..." He stuttered, not being able to let out a single proper word, "L-L/n, I-"

The blue haired man cut the boy off, "Greetings, classmate," He said, moving like a robot, "I fervently apologize for my past actions, you must have realized there was more to the exam, right?" He asked, not waiting for a response, "I applaud you!" He said, though instead of a smile, his face held a serious expression.

Y/n looked at the scene curiously, watching more people crowd around Izuku as they were forgotten. Y/n sighed, their classmates seemed utterly uninteresting. They were all so cliche, and weak.

A silence fell over the room as the students noticed a man in a yellow sleeping bag speak. Y/n recognized the man's aura, noting that it was Aizawa. He was always more no nonsense compared to Toshinori, but in some ways that was much more interesting.

Y/n gazed at the man as he spoke, not listening to what he had to say until they saw their classmates leaving. They glanced to Aizawa, who stared back, "Go get changed, Y/n," He said, pointing towards the door.

Y/n clicked their tongue, "I'm eighteen, Aizawa," They reminded, "Do you really think an adult should be going into changing room's with sixteen year olds?"

Aizawa hummed, "Fine, you won't have to change today, but I'll make sure you have a separate room tomorrow," He frowned.

Y/n nodded, opting to take off their knit sweater for more movement before laying it on their desk, "Let's get going, Aizawa."

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L.O.V BASE
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A periwinkle haired villain stared intensely at a smiling man. The man's multi-colored eyes held a kanji the villain could just barely make out as Upper Moon Two.

The man's smile never reached his eyes as he spoke, "Oh my! It really is a good thing I didn't kill you," He praised himself, "But tell me, why should I give you mercy now?" He asked.

The villain clicked his tongue, "Do you know someone by the name of Y/n L/n?"

In an instant, the man's once sitting form pinned the villain to the floor, his smile now more threatening than ever, "How do you know my Lotus' name?" He asked, the velvety words slipping off of his tongue like poison.

"I can help you find them," The villain's voice was hoarse, and trembling as he spoke, "Just join my League, and help us kill the one keeping them captive."

The demon clicked his tongue, "Someone took my lotus?" His voice shook with anger as he spoke, "Fine, I won't kill you just yet, scum."