Peinta was busy scribbling away on a piece of paper, the ink in her pen automatically changing colors when needed. She sighed, looking up at the clock.
Only ten more minutes.
Once the school bell rang, the thirteen year old girl raced out of the classroom, putting on a black mask with white stripes lining the sides of it. She approached the side of the school, took out what looked like a small nozzle, attached it to her finger.... And began spray painting.
Peinta Rakuga, three years before the current time.
She placed more nozzles on her hand, using different colors until she finally got what she wanted.... She was about to leave her signature white swirl next to it, before the thread on her jacket suddenly jerked to the side.
"Now that's just a waste of talent."
Looking to the side, she stared at Best Jeanist. Damn it, none of the pros were supposed to actively be looking for her.
"B- buzz off hero!" She stuttered, reaching into her pocket.
"Come on, don't do anything-"
A puff of bright pink glitter silenced him, the hero too startled to notice her running away.
"Damn it! No heroes are supposed to be here!" She said, muttering a slew of curses afterwards.
She ran, into an alleyway, a few police officers pursuing her. She groaned, climbing up a fire escape, reaching into her back....
Why didn't she bring more glitter bombs?!
"Hey, kid!" A cheery feminine voice called out. "How do you say 'paint a rock' like Mario?"
"I.... I'm sorry?" Peinta questioned, looking to the side to see a turquoise haired heroine.
"Paint-a rock-uga!" The lady said in an Italian accent.
Peinta.... She burst out laughing, completely stopping her running. She held her stomach, and try as she might, couldn't stop laughing. Oh. Fuck. That's Ms. Joke.
Ms. Joke laughed, putting handcuffs on the girl as she struggled to control herself.
"G- god damn it!" Peinta said, trying to contain herself.
"Hey kid, you ever hear about the guy hit by a soda can?" Joke questioned.
"Oh please no-"
"He was lucky it was a soft drink!"
Peinta burst out laughing once again, tears forming at the corners of her eyes from laughing so hard.
*Present*
Peinta cracked her knuckles, seeing her opponent in front of her. Honestly, she didn't care who it was, she just needed to win.
Meanwhile, back in the stands....
"I see.... Kyoaku, you coming around really isn't necessary."
On the other end, the voice scoffed, saying "Hizashi, you know as well as I that some of these kids have potential. Look, I promise not to hurt them too bad."
"Okay fine.... I'll trust you, even if it's for a brief moment." Hizashi relented.
"Good.... Just.... Consider me a teaching assistant. Lord knows you need one." Kyoaku laughed from his end. "On that note.... A little birdy told me that a certain former student of Aizawa's is hanging around.... Tell Shouta to be careful." He warned.
Hizashi frowned.... He really hoped it wasn't who he was thinking it was.
"Any details?" Hizashi asked.
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High On Heroism (BNHA/MHA OC)
FanfictionA girl and a teacher walk into a bar- Yeah, sounds like the start to a very bad joke. And yet, that's how Hoka Morikaga gained respect from her teacher. "You've gotta quit doing this." "Dadzawa, one of your students breaks his bones, and the other g...
