Awakened :【KNY x MHA Reader】

【1】Moving

Date Published: 4/21
Date Edited: 4/22

Note: me trying to decide whether y/n should have a cruel family or nah

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Ever since you were young, society full of heroes had always been on TV and in generations way before you. Everyday, you sometimes hoped that you would be able to develop a quirk, even if the signs never showed.

You admired heroes, maybe fantasized of becoming one, but youve long accepted the fact you wont even be able to. You just hope that maybe you would one day suddenly have the quirk, just so you'd be able to help those around you.

Despite lacking that superhuman ability, you made it a goal to still be kind, bringing solutions more than problems.

But you drift off into daydream again,

You've heard old tales of your family being descendants of great ancient heroes. Those who put everything on the line to destroy monsters of greed and pride.

But that didn't matter much now.

You try to be focused on selling the bread that filled the basket, smiling at the people who passed by and stopped to purchase the pastry.

Just somewhere around your block, a hero had come down to capture one of the old joes trying to steal an old lady's purse. Youve seen this view a thousand times before but yet you sometimes wonder what couldve happened if that was you.

"Heroes are awesome, dont you agree?"

You peer back at the lady who looked down at you, she smiled.

"Do you want to be a hero young one?" She took the bread from your hand.

You were just around the age of 14. Most kids your age would be training their quirk just so they can get into on the top hero schools.

But you simply smile at the woman,

"I want to, but Im quirkless." You answer, already expecting another pitiful look or digust.

The lady pats your hand,

"Well, not all heroes have licenses."

"A simple job as a doctor or policeman is already an effort on being heroic. Sometimes even a simple task of being kind can be worth more than anything."

Your face morphs into a melancholic look, sad yet hopeful at her words.

"Just do your best, okay?" She put a finger on her cheek and grinned.

People like her make you feel hopeful. "Thank you."

The lady paid for the bread and left, both of you waving goodbye to each other. As her words repeat in your pretty little head, you closed up the shop, still having to finish cleaning up your room.

You were moving in with your father, since him and your mom got divorced a week ago. Fortunately enough, it ended in good terms and they both still love you.

"Y/N?" Your mother called as she walked down the stairs behind you, until she finds you cleaning up the small bakery your family had connected to the house. "Ill go finish up here, you go pack, sugarcube."