Chromaniac [Various!BNHA x Reader]

5. Freedom at Last

The next morning came all to quickly. Light streamed in through one of your windows, conveniently landing on your eyes.

With a groan, you rolled over on your futon and buried your face into the warm comforter. This had to be the first day in years that your grandmother had let you sleep in- Though it was only because you were leaving her.

You blissfully sighed at the warmth the sun provided you, slightly stretching your aching limbs. If you could, you would stay under the sheets forever, napping all day, sitting in silence and comfort.

The muffled, glitchy voice of Viz broke your momentary euphoria.

"Um, (Y/n). Hate to wake you more, but I can sense someone coming down the hall right now."

". . ."

"(Y/n?)"

Muttering curses, you threw your comforter off of your body and began to clean. Your bedroom was in a pitiful state (probably because you just threw your 'work' clothes on the floor and passed out) and you knew she would murder you if she saw it this way.

"When they get here, I need you to be quiet, okay?" You hissed at the watch,

"Will do boss." Viz replied.

You were a blur running around your room, stuffing your clothes into the lining of your futon, pushing colored papers underneath your dresser, throwing trash into the little bin near the door. You also decided to change out of your pajamas and into something comfortable enough to pack in, so you threw on a black sweater and athletic pants.

A tapping noise sounded from the sliding door of your room.

"Coming!" You called, shoving your dirty clothing into a laundry basket.

Turning on your heel, you took a few quick steps over to your door and slid it open. Bowing your head slightly, you greeted whomever was standing outside.

"Good morning. I apologize for the wait." You muttered, still bowing.

A warm chuckle resounded from the person, something your grandmother never did. You lifted your head to meet the smiling face of your grandfather.

"Good morning, my favorite granddaughter." He hummed, leaning forwards to give you a brief hug.

A smile wormed its way onto your face. "I'm your only granddaughter, grandpa." You replied, embracing him.

"That's the joke, kiddo." He mused. "Your Grandmother sent me to inform you that breakfast is ready in the kitchen. It's miso and salmon, per usual."

You sighed. "It's always salmon and miso. Would it kill her to possibly try pancakes? Or maybe natto?"

"Your grandmother would have a heart attack if we changed out the salmon for mackerel." Your grandfather rolled his eyes.

You scoffed and exited your room to stand next to your grandfather. The two of you set off towards the kitchen for breakfast, idly chatting along the way. You had to walk a little slower because of his handicap, but you didn't mind. Your Grandfather was a pleasant person to be around.

Your grandfather was the one who raise you after you were taken from your parents. He guided you through every instance of turmoil, every rough training session, every scolding you endured. His empathy and compassion towards you was the only thing keeping you alive at times. He believed that you were meant for much more than what your grandmother said; That you had a purpose other than leading the family.

Of course you knew that he wasn't always this compassionate. Your father had told you before that he used to be strict like your Grandmother. He had to be. The former matriarch of your family scrutinized all males beneath her, and would destroy them if she deemed them weak.