Debug: LOVE! (My Hero Academia x Reader)

The Beginning of The End

My Hero Academia, Boku No Hero Academia— the world of superheroes and quirks. Along with, really, everyone lacking therapy.

In this world, man is not created equal. But you have known this for a very long time.

"-This afternoon, reports show that a middle school boy had been taken hostage by a villain with a sludge quirk... In just the nick of time, Number One Pro Hero All-Might had managed to save the day! With a punch so strong it changed the weather..."

As the sun sets in Musustafu, a young girl can be seen exiting a nearby convenience store holding a plastic bag full of goodies to indulge in later when she is home alone.

"Episode two already? Damn... I knew seeing Kamui fighting that villain this morning was a bad sign."

The girl lets out a sigh, swinging her bag back and forth at her side as she walks down the street. The soft sound of her muttering barely being heard over shoes hitting asphalt.

"Still... if that happened today, then time is running even shorter than I expected."

Intertwining her fingers together in front of her, the girl's mind raced with millions of ideas for the future. She lets out an exasperated groan, tilting her head back and marching down the driveway with a look of displeasure.

'I only have nine-and-a-half months left before the first day... I don't know if I'll be ready for everything by then, I don't know all of the classmates in the support course— my quirk only does so much! What happens if I get crowded without my glasses? What if—'

Two hands meet the girl's cheeks– pulling herself out of her spiraling panic as she continues through the house, she luckily finds empty after looking around for any other possible forms of life lying about.

'Cut it out– overthinking will get you nowhere. You've been planning this for too long to chicken out now.'

The girl hops up the stairs with her treasure trove in hand, only stopping at the front of her bedroom door to read the note placed on it.

'Out late, food is in the microwave. Don't eat all the snacks. Don't do anything stupid.'

The girl hums, removing the note and examining it. Didn't seem written in haste, so she can assume he'll be back by tomorrow rather than a multiple day wait. Closing the door behind her she flops down onto the decently sized bed with her bag of snacks, huffing as the weight of her body molds into the mattress.

'Don't do anything stupid... It was one time! Even after more than a year of living with him he's still so uptight! ... he's lucky he's one of my favorites... I am normally a much more difficult child.'

She slips off her blacked-out sunglasses— finally being able to see past such a short and blurred distance... as all the information of each object in her line of sight comes flooding in. With a wince she breathes through the overwhelming bouts of knowledge until it settles in her mind.

Staring at the slanted ceiling of her attic bedroom she thinks to herself about everything she's been preparing for... and how it's finally about to start.

She takes out a bag of chips and begins to munch— but is careful not to spoil her dinner. Her father will be out tonight, so she needs to be hungry enough to make herself some actual food. Or... eat whatever he left her in the microwave.

She eyes the time on her alarm– it's around seven... so if she's lucky the food should be moderately edible. (Hopefully the groceries she had gotten the week prior had finally been put to use instead of the quickly heated up pathetic excuses for meals and protein packets that had been religiously consumed before for energy.)

...

Yeah, ok... maybe not the best to bash on someone's eating habits when you don't want to be the one too. But she's not cooking tonight, even if it was a piece of the sludge villain that attacked Bakugou... she'd probably eat it just so she didn't have to cook for the night. Choosing to instead hop up from her bed, toss her finished bag of chips into the mini waste-bin under her desk, and rummage through the drawer opposite of it.

Pulling out a box, she tosses it on the desk. Grabbing a mechanical pencil and one of her tiny character themed erasers (the one she picked being All Might), making sure to close the drawer, she takes a seat with her supplies. Fishing a tiny key on a chain out of the different layers of clothing on her top. She uses it to unlock the box and take out a notebook.

The book was rimmed with metal and a waterproof cover... yet still looked worse for wear. Filled to the brim with different colors of annotation notes and different slips of paper. Each page seemed to be screaming for exposure, writhing under the hardcover and pushing it upward. So much so that the moment you unlocked said box, the top almost flew off while springing out at you.

Opening the book, the girl had to be careful to not let any papers out of the notebook. Keeping them finely pressed into the custom-made paper pockets that every couple of pages or so had to help section off different chapters or segments of information. The girl was especially careful to keep a specific slip of paper connected to the back of the front cover in a sleek ribbon shaped like a box.

The nine months and one week till Izuku Midoriya gets accepted into Yuuei has begun. In this book was every single event that she could remember, along with every single bit of information on every single person he (and she) could and would meet during the time until then, and far after.

...

For the last three years you have been stuck in this fanatical heroic hell... this is your magnum opus. Your biggest and greatest work, all you have to show for the nightmares and scars you've gained along the way. It is your refrencial guide, and your greatest weakness.

You've thought about destroying it... but can't find it in you to do so. Something about giving it to the flames left a bad feeling in your gut and the thought of it somehow landing in the hands of a certain villain made it even worse.

Reading over each page for the thousandth time, something thanks to your quirk... you didn't even need to do but still did as a weak-willed form of comfort. You allowed your worries to dissipate, even if just for a moment.

In just about sixteen hours... Izuku Midoriya should be heading down to the beachside with Toshinori Yagi, or– as the rest of society knows him, All Might. To begin his training for a properly toned body so that the quirk 'One for All' can be properly transferred into his body.

If you're lucky you could probably sneak your way down before your dad got back from the 'night shift'. You'd have to be careful to not be noticed by All Might... but then again if he did catch you, you could always pretend to be some fan that just so happened to stumble by.

You nod and close the book. With a sigh you reverse your steps of getting the book out and make an effort to keep the area you have hidden this item of possible future war untouched.

You have none, yet all the reason in the world to be afraid of the things coming. It's why you made the book in the first place and is why (contrary to your popular belief and overthinking mind) you have done everything in your power to guarantee that when they happen, you have a fighting chance to survive.

You just hope that everything stays how it's supposed to be.