After the the incident between the slime villains, which included Bakugou and Izuku; Y/n had been bombarded by the press. It didn't last long as he just found another to his school and back home, which may have taken longer than his usual route but was better than being bombarded question after question while cameras were shoved into his face. For some this may sounded nice they got their chance at fame, but to Y/n it just didn't fit him.
However, after the incident with the slime villain, he noticed that Izuku was quiet and was beginning to be very tired. It was now a common occurrence for Izuku to be chastised by the teacher for falling asleep.
Was it Bakugou? It couldn't have been. Y/n made sure with the recording that he had so that it could have. Did he get a job? At his age? Tough...
Y/n didn't bite into it too much as he had his focus on his school work and preparing for the U.A. entrance exam which is nearly impossible with the attention that he gained thanks to the slime villain he was propelled in popularity at his school.
Female Student #1: "Y/n do you want to do karaoke after school?"
Female Student #2: "Yeah it will be fun!"
Y/n: "No thanks... I'm busy after school,"
Male student #1: "With studying again? Come on Y/n you should take a break. With your looks, you might pick up a girl,"
Y/n: "I'll think about it,"
Y/n wasn't lying he would think about it... For a few moments before throwing the idea of going out singing with others. They would try and send him messages about where he was and if he had thought about it. He didn't know how they even got his phone number, did they sneak into his phone and grab his contact information? He didn't know.
Teacher: "Midoriya! Head up, you must pay attention in class!"
Izuku shot his head up as he looked up at the teacher with his groggy eyes.
Izuku: "S-Sorry, Sir!"
Teacher: "Sorry don't give me an excuse! Now pay attention!"
Y/n looked over at Izuku who was holding his head up as he could barely keep it up his head slipped off his arms, and others around him began to chuckle.
Y/n simply ignored the others around his desk talking to him, as he just sat his head down on the cold wood surface of his desk, and sighed.
Y/n: 'I guess it's good I saved these two from death...'
Y/n looked up from his desk as he looked back at the people surrounding his desk, with an unamused look.
Y/n: 'But this is just annoying...'
...
Due to the reporters still not letting up on trying to interview him. Y/n had to go a longer, separate route back home. On this route instead of going through the plaza he had to pass by The Takoba Municipal Beach.
It was known as a trash dump by many local residents, which brought down the property value of the area nearby, as the local residents just dumped whatever they wanted near the coastline from tires, trash, fridges, and even old rusted vehicles. It was illegal to dump trash at the site, but with the government too focused on heroes and villains the trash on the beach was the least of their concerns.
Y/n was now on the sidewalk to the beach and looked at it with a bit of sorrow in his eyes.
Y/n: "I used to go to this beach when I was a kid. Sucks,"
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"A Little Blood Never Hurt Anyone..." | Male Reader x BNHA
FanfictionY/n L/n is a 15-year-old who wants to be a hero but without attracting a lot of attention. He tends to keep quiet to himself, which is quite tough for him being near a quirkless nerd and an angry bombshell for most of his days in middle school. How...