Bare With Me - [MHA Boys/OC x Female Reader]

Chapter 1 - A Busted Lip & Cut Up Wrist

REVISED

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The sun wasn't out, the birds weren't chirping, and the flowers weren't blooming, what more could go wrong this morning?

You'd barely gotten out of bed and simply by staring out the window, you knew you weren't going to have as good of a first day as you'd expected. Everything outside appeared bleak and unwelcoming by the passing second. It was filled with gloom.

Starting at a new school was rough, you were well aware. You wake up to the sound of your alarm clock, feeling groggy and disoriented.

Reality had a way of surprising you with its endless possibilities and unexpected twists, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of worry that was only growing in your stomach.

You sat up, pushing the covers off of yourself. You recently moved into this empty apartment with your father living only a few blocks away from you.

He wasn't exactly in your life throughout your childhood, and only now just began getting involved because your mother passed away last year.

You still couldn't stomach that fact. She was everything to you, and now that 'everything' was gone. Having to move in this life without her made you uneasy. Having her help with navigating choices and decisions was something you'd always relied on, and now without that, it was all up to you.

You finally rolled out of bed, feeling the weight of the day's responsibilities pressing down on you. The room was still dim with the early morning light filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. With a deep breath, you resolved to push aside any distractions and concerns. Your mind was set solely on your goal: becoming the Pro-Hero you had always dreamed of.

Your mother, a renowned Pro-Hero, was a beacon of light to everyone she encountered. Her presence alone seemed to brighten the atmosphere, casting away shadows of negativity and lifting the spirits of those around her. She had an uncanny ability to connect with people, regardless of how disheartened or troubled they might be. Her radiant smile and genuine warmth were more than just superficial; they were a part of her essence, a reflection of her deep compassion and unwavering dedication.

No matter how grim the situation, she had a way of infusing hope and positivity into the lives she touched. Her interactions were marked by a kindness that seemed almost effortless, and her encouragement had a profound impact on those she helped.

Her heroism was not just about fighting villains or saving lives; it was about uplifting others and inspiring them to see the best in themselves. Her legacy was a testament to the power of empathy and the remarkable ability to make a difference simply by being herself.

Thinking about your mom caused you to drift into a daydream in the bathroom, your mind wandering as you absentmindedly fixed your hair and brushed your teeth. You found yourself spacing out every few seconds, lost in thoughts of her legacy and the impact she had on everyone around her.

As you stared at your reflection in the mirror, you meticulously adjusted your uniform, checking every detail to ensure it was in pristine condition. Once you were satisfied that every part of your uniform was perfect, you took a deep breath, ready to step out of the house and face the day with the same dedication and grace that had defined your mother's career.

After successfully securing a spot in the top class for first-year students, you were fueled by a determination to thrive in the demanding environment that awaited you. The fast-paced and competitive nature of the program was both exhilarating and daunting, and you were keenly aware that you needed to adapt quickly to meet the expectations of your professors.