ONE PUNCH STUDENT // BNHA x FEM!READER

. 2

╭──╯ . . . . ・゜゜｡･ﾟﾟ･*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

Usually, new experiences were fun.

Trying a new food, a new hobby, going somewhere new. That was all fun. Lying in a pool of your own blood in a rancid alleyway after being tortured by classmates you didn't even know the names of? Less fun.

Y/N's whole body seemed hot and cold, and she cringed as the coppery taste of blood dripped past her lips. How pathetic. The few memories she had of her mother were of her telling her daughter how brilliant she was, how she was destined for things bigger than she could ever imagine.

She was probably going to die here. No one by her side, in a dank alley, laying on what was probably a heroin needle. This was definitely a death she didn't imagine. Oh well, why not have one last nap?

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

Being pretty sure that, yeah, you're about to kick the  bucket and subsequently not kicking the bucket usually leaves people pretty disoriented.

That's what Y/N assumes, anyways.

She can also assume that she's in a hospital bed, based on the aggressively bright lights and chemical smell. Groggily, she opens her eyes. She hears him before she sees him, as she looks over at the black haired boy snoring loud enough to wake the dead.

"Hello? Buddy... Wakey Wakey?" She asks more than says, going to reach out and jostle him awake before a sharp pain all along her arm stops her. Right, almost got stabbed to death with hair. Thankfully, before this boy can rupture her eardrums, a lady with long black hair and very bold blue eyes peaks through the privacy curtain surrounding her bed.

"Oh, hiya! Sorry about my son Kirishima here, he worried himself near sick about you!" She said apologetically, clasping her hands together before rounding on her son's sleeping form.

"Eijiro! Wake up!"  She barked, in stark contrast to her previous sweet, motherly aura. Her son, Kirishima promptly choked on his snore, bolting upright with his spiky hair facing several different directions.

"Hnghf..hnf?" He snorted, eyes still foggy with sleep and probable confusion. Never before has an individual looked so confused, until his eyes locked on Y/N.

"Oh! Hi! I found you, and I totally thought you were dead-" "He called me in tears-" His mother chimed in, earning an embarrassed look from her son. "-And so I remained calm and collected and called my mama- my mother!" He said hurriedly, smoothing out his hair.

"You were pretty beat up, but still alive. I mean, you are still pretty beat up, especially with all that... Y'know..." He said, broadly gesturing to his face while cringing, earning a glare from his mother.

"With what?" Y/N asked suspiciously, watching as he and his mother shared a look. Finally, his mother crouched down to eye level with you.

"Well, whoever gotcha, gotcha pretty good. They- They cut up your face, nothin' that won't be patched up, but, sweetheart, you're gonna have some real nasty scars..." Ms. Kirishima said gently, placing a soothing hand over yours.

"Oh. Okay." Y/N said, not really processing that. She'd seen glimpses of the slashes across her arms, but they probably weren't as bad on her face, right?

"Bro, the scars are gonna be like, totally massive. You're gonna look like some kinda thug- they'll be kinda manly though..." Kirishima trailed off thoughtfully. It was actually sort of reassuring, or something. Sort of. Kirishima's mother seemed exasperated with her son as she cut him off.