ONE PUNCH STUDENT // BNHA x FEM!READER

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The U.A. building was seriously massive.

Y/N couldn't actually see that much of the building itself, given the bandages she'd wrapped around her face to conceal her scars. She hated them enough as it was, she didn't need people pointing and staring. She probably looked really suspicious, given that she was covered head-to-toe in every article of warm clothing she could find. February was cold, give her a break. 

She lingered to the side, watching everyone enter, anxious and debating whether or not she should do the same. It wasn't too late to run off now, right? They'd probably figured out that most of her paperwork was forged, the middle school papers, etcetera, by now.

So consumed by her own thoughts, Y/N failed to notice the other people entering the building, something she would immensely regret later.

Backing out now... well then she'd just seem weak. She wasn't weak.

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

The feeling of someone watching her followed her throughout the hall, and then into the lecture room. It was actually pretty surprising when they issued her a card and shuffled her into a seat. She'd fully expected to be kicked out on her ass, after all.

Y/N had never been in a room this absurdly massive before. In the front of the room was a gigantic screen, plastered with the U.A. logo. Below that, was a stage. There was a pro hero standing on it- one she only recognized because Izuku was obsessed with him- who was dressed very... outspokenly.

"For all you examinee listeners tuning in, welcome to my show today!" The man boomed, ear achingly loud. "Everybody say hey!" Y/N had absolutely zero clue what he just said. Missing two years of English class, and not brushing up on her studies, would do that to you. She did feel sort of bad for the guy as he held a hand to his ear for a reaction, only to receive none. Y/N gave a small pity 'woop!' from the back, earning her a few strange looks.

"Thank you!" He said, in your direction. "Now, I'm going to present a rundown of the practical exam!" The overly enthusiastic hero said. "Are you ready!?" Even though Y/N still had no idea what he'd said, she still gave him a 'woop!' from the back. "Extra points to the listener in the back with the enthusiasm!" A few people groaned at this, probably regretting not joining in. Boo womp.

As the hero explained, Y/N sort of, well, fell asleep? Listen, listen. She'd been totally nervous about this whole exam thing last night, and so hadn't actually slept much, and well, these chairs were really comfortable...

She only woke up because someone was tapping her, telling her they were getting on the busses. A few people whispered something about 'definitely gonna fail,'. Y/N nodded, half awake as she glanced down at her card. C, whatever that meant. They offered her a tracksuit for the exam, which she accepted, although she kept her face covering- a balaclava. She probably looked like a thug.

Boarding the bus she wondered how much cash this school had at their disposal. Multiple face cities for an exam? It was baffling.

When the doors finally swung inwards, Y/N was first through the gate. They didn't say she couldn't go, so it was probably fine. The sounds of clamoring behind her quickly fades away as she raced through the fake streets, searching for... for...