Boundless Soul [bnha x modern!reader]

Ch15 - Womp Womp

I should be doing my homework, but I am not since this has been written lol. I'll probably be MIA for this upcoming week; I have finals for these two classes. I gotta write one 2-3 page essay, a written final, and then another 7-8 page essay. Plus whatever minor assignments that are posted. RIP. 

Your POV

"-And oh my god guess what happened after I dropped the bomb on him!"

". . . What'd he say?" 

"...Nothing? Y'know, cause... Kaboom?" You say, tilting your head with a confused look, 'What else did he want me to say? I dropped the bomb on him...' You shrug it off and just continued, "Anyway, I just walked away like you see in the movies. The very dramatic walk with the explosion and the smoke in the background!" 

The raven-haired, stapled man could only just stare at you with a 'what-the-fuck' expression. When you said 'drop the bomb,' he thought you meant figuratively.

"Where the hell did you even get the bomb?" 

"DIY."

In case you're wondering. No, you are not where you should be. Originally, you were supposed to be out training, but you abandoned that quest and went on a side-one instead. So here you are, in some shady bar that didn't really care you were there. You wouldn't be surprised if this were a local villain hideout. 

Even the bartender gave you something. 

A shirley temple. 

You weren't complaining, at least they got you something and didn't automatically kick you out. And the bartender even put a crap ton of the maraschino cherries in it, just like you asked. Honestly, good service. 

The raven haired male could only stare at you with an unreadable expression, 'Wasn't there an incident two or three weeks ago where a building exploded, and the perpetrators of a hostage situation perished?' He vaguely remembered the case. It was just something he heard of in passing. From what he is aware of, both perpetrators died and the supposed hostage was not found. 

The man raises a brow as he looks at you with a baffled look. Bro looked like he was on drugs. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, this is all a hallucination. 

"Yeah, it was actually kind of cool to see. I got to watch the paramedics and the firefighters from the building. I didn't think the bomb would cause that much damage though..."

"Okay, run that by me again. How did you learn to make a bomb?" He refused to believe that Google would be open about that sort of information. There is no way that sort of information is free and easily accessible. 

"ChatGPT." 

"Huh?"

"I asked it how to DIY a bomb. For a school project of course. Because that way I can actually do it. ChatGPT saved my life."

Translation: You built the DIY bomb by prompting the AI to explain it to you in detail, for the sake of a school project. If it were for educational purposes, the AI would relinquish the information. 

How ironic. The ravenette deadpanned, staring at you with an unreadable expression. Who would've thought he'd be here on a random Tuesday listening to some kid ramble about making a bomb? In an underground bar, nonetheless. The ones where villains lounge around at. Shady deals and all that jazz.