MHA X Hawks' Brother Reader

II - Anticipation

Y/N slouched at his desk, his face buried into his phone as the others around him mingled. At first glance it would appear that he was participating in a speed run, for how fast he could circle between the same three social apps in a minute. But as long as it gave the impression that he was busy, that's all that mattered.

The classroom was old. Paint that was once white peeled off the walls in yellow flakes, chips were knocked out of desks and chairs, and an odor that had aged over decades hung in the halls. Most of the student body were there not by choice but circumstance. Instead of Y/N. He went well out of his way to go to the old run down school

There was no logical reason for him to go there. He was surrounded by closer, cleaner, pristine schools in every respect. They had actually enrolled him in many of them. But the stuck up rich people who ran those people didn't want the boy as he was, and didn't let him past the front doors. Y/N was perfectly fine with skipping each day, but they had to insert themselves into his life like they always did. And they wouldn't stand for that.

"Y/N... Why aren't you going to school again?" The man asked, wearing a mask of a smile with an impatient tone.

Four schools later, this conversation was getting old, so his frustration was justified in one sense. But if he would stop picking dumb schools, maybe they wouldn't have had to do this so many times. He wasn't the only one sick of those sit downs. In Y/N's eyes that guy had the most punchable face on the planet, and the urge to do it only grew each time he saw him over the years.

"They don't want me there, so I won't go."

The agent pinched the bridge of his nose and took in a deep breath. Deep breaths may have been a calming mechanism for some people, but that one seemed to signify anything but. It was like a little twig propped up against a massive boulder ready to slide down the mountain.

"Y/N, they won't let you in because you won't follow the rules. All you have to do is wear the uniform."

"And I told you, I'm not wearing that stupid thing."

Y/N glared up at the agent, and the two had a brief stare down. For the agent, it was a bit of a strange sensation. He was used to looking at those eyes and receiving not even a hint of argument. But that was never, ever, the case with Y/N. He was stubborn and spiteful, and the less he had to deal with that boy, the better. He was above the commission's paygrade.

Having what he wanted, Y/N more or less kept up his end of the deal, which had the sole condition of actually attending his classes. It wasn't so bad, most of the time. He could wear whatever he wanted, and everyone there knew to leave him alone. They may have been a bunch of losers and weirdos, but aside from the occasional new kid they all had enough sense to not cross his lines.

"Y/N, move over."

Great, the biggest dumbass of them all.

"Why should I?" He asked, not bothering to remove his eyes from the screen.

"'Cause that's my seat, and if you don't move I'll get you out myself."

Y/N snorted and glanced up at Koyama, before scooting over. The other boy turned the chair sideways so that his scaly tail could hang over the empty side. The clubbed tail may have been the most prominent gift of his quirk, but it wasn't the only thing about him that was reminiscent of a prehistoric lizard. His eyes were golden, with black slits for pupils. They pierced into others like a predator's, locking its prey in place as it sized them up. Even if his most prominent physical attribute was from a herbivore, Y/N saw a velociraptor.

"Where's the teach?" He asked, leaning onto what was supposed to be the chair's backrest.

"Don't know. Hasn't shown up yet."