Featherblade || MHA x Male!Reader

Chapter 3

I sigh softly as I sit down at my new desk. It's my first time outside the dorms since I arrived at UA, and everything feels incredibly unfamiliar. Regardless, I try to make it look like I'm paying attention when Aizawa starts talking, even though I'm preoccupied with other things. Mainly, the dream I had last night. I've had the dream before. Many times, actually, but the last part was new, and it was the only thing on my mind.

Why, of all people, was Bakugo the one saying those words? The words I've repeated to myself at least a million times by now. I mean, sure, I feel bad for being a part of his kidnapping, but it's not like I feel much worse about it than I do about any of the other crimes I've committed. Hell, I'm pretty sure the only reason I've never heard my parents say those words is because I don't remember what they sound like.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts by a loud bang. My wings fluff up and I look over at the source of the sound. Standing there are three pro heroes, UA teachers. I recognize one of them as the woman in the skimpy costume from the other day, but the other two are totally new to me.

Aizawa and the other teachers start talking about ultimate moves and their importance, but to me it's all nonsense. Finally, they tell us to get dressed and head to some sort of gym. I lag behind, making sure that I can get dressed without anyone having to see me, and then I follow the others. I'm just wearing the gym uniform because I don't yet have a costume, although I've been told that some of the support course students are working on making me one.

After things are explained everyone starts heading further into the gym, but when I attempt to go with them I'm stopped by a hand on my shoulder. I tense, my posture rigid. I'm not the biggest fan of physical touch. In fact, I usually refuse to let anyone touch me except for special situations, like this morning with Bakugo, so it's taking all my willpower not to launch knives at the person currently touching me.

"You're staying with me for now." I calm down slightly as I hear Aizawa's familiar voice, although I still push his hand of my shoulder rather roughly.

"I'm not a five year old. I can handle training with a bunch of wannabe heroes." I mumble, glaring at him.

"No, but you are a dangerous and unpredictable criminal who's incredibly emotionally unstable." He replies bluntly.

"What, so I just have to stand here and watch the others train?"

"In short? Yes, that's exactly what you have to do. We haven't decided yet if you'll even be allowed to take the provisional licensing exam."

The conversation is interrupted by the voice of a different person. "Everyone's working hard, huh?"

When I look over at the door, I see a skeleton-like man leaning on the doorway, but it takes him transforming for me to realize who it is.

"Can you please work on recuperating? And lesson planning?" Aizawa scolds, and Allmight goes back to skeleton form.

"Hey, why the cold reception? They're working their big moves now, right? There's no way I could miss being here for this. I'm still a UA teacher, y'know."

I roll my eyes as I half-listen to him talking. "Just because you're not a hero anymore doesn't mean you get to pretend that you care about your job as a teacher..." I mumble.

He turns to me. "Ah, you must be Young L/N. I've been looking forward to meeting you." He puts out his hand for a handshake.

"The feeling is far from mutual." I reply as I smack away his hand and move closer to Aizawa. Allmight seems a bit surprised but he quickly snaps out of it, turning to look at Bush-Head, who's talking to one of the Ectoplasm clones.

All of our attention is pulled away by the sound of loud explosions as Bakugo blows up his Ectoplasm clone. I tune out Allmight and Aizawa as they start talking about Bakugo.

I can faintly hear the others talking about Ultimate Moves some more, but I'm not really paying attention. Instead, I'm thinking.

What would my Ultimate Moves be? I mean, I know that I probably won't be allowed to make any, but if I did, what would they be? Does launching my knives count?

•••

I'm standing outside the door of the development studio, where I was told to pick up my new hero costume. I'm still skeptical about this, but I was told that the people who designed it were shown footage of how I use my quirk, so hopefully it doesn't turn out terribly.

I hear footsteps approaching me and turn my head to see who it is. "Oh, Bush-Head." I mumble, turning my gaze back to the door.

"Wha- Bush-Head?! My name is Izuku Midorya."

"Hmm... Too many syllables, you're Bush-Head now." I reply bluntly, silently enjoying his baffled expression.

Soon I hear two more people approach, so I glance over at them.

"Oh! Hey there Deku, L/N!"

"Paw Pads, Glasses." I call them both by the nicknames I gave them in my head, causing them to sweat-drop. Nevertheless, Paw Pads runs over to us while still talking, mostly to Bush-Head.

They're both interrupted by an explosion that knocks back both me and Bush-Head. 

A man that looks like he's wearing truck parts on his head starts scolding someone, a girl that I assume was the cause of the explosion. I cough as the smoke clears, snickering a little as I see that she landed on top of Bush-Head.

My enjoyment of the situation is short-lived as I notice that my wings are on fire from the explosion, and I yelp as I quickly try to pat away the fire before it can get too far. The burning is painful but I try my best not to let it show.

"Oh, sorry about the sudden explosion! It's been a while! Class 1-A, right? Uh... Yeah, I forgot all your names already."

I finish putting out the fire on my wings, frowning as I look at the few burnt feathers.

"I'm Tenya Iida! The man you tricked into being a walking advertisement during the sports festival!"

"Never heard of ya! Well, I'm busy developing new babies, so bye!"

Bush-Head stops her, managing to get her attention by mentioning improvements to his costume.

Crazy-Lady's excitement is interrupted by the guy with the truck head. "Hatsume! It's fine for you to be in and out of the studio all day since you're in the dorms. But if you stop following my instructions and keep running wild in here... You're banned."

After he's done scolding her again, he invites us inside. "Finally..." I mumble. "I was getting sick of just standing there while you all yell like idiots..."

Truck-Man sits at a desk with a bunch of computer monitors on it as we enter and asks the others for their instructions, explaining a few things. I tune him out as I look around.

I'm distracted from my looking around as Crazy-Lady starts basically groping Bush-Head. "That's gotta constitute some sort of sexual assault..." I mumble as she starts talking about his muscles. I sigh softly. "What am I doing with my life?"

She ends up putting him in some sort of metal suit that almost kills him. Then she ends up bothering Glasses, somehow managing to get jet boosters on his arms in seconds. I flinch when she moves over to me and starts messing with my wings, making my whole body tense up. My shoulders tense as I prepare to push her off me if necessary, but she's pulled away and scolded by Truck-Man before she gets a chance to do anything.

Even though she's not touching me anymore I remain tense, wings fluffed and posture rigid. Even as Truck-Man starts talking and the others move to the pile of support items Crazy-Lady made I remain still, staring silently. I haven't had anyone touch me for that long without my consent before, and I can't seem to get myself to calm down, as if I'm expecting it to start again.

Eventually, Truck-Man comes over to me, having to wave his hand in my face to get my attention. "Here, your hero costume. Sorry for not acknowledging you sooner." He hands me a briefcase with the number 21 on it.

[A/N] I'm really sorry for how abruptly this chapter ended, I was running out of ideas and I realized that I might have used a bit too much dialogue word-for-word.