[Male Reader x My Hero Academia]
The advent of Quirks changed society fundamentally. It was the birth of a child in Qing Qing City, China that nearly brought about the end of civilization as it was known. 'Meta Abilities.' Abilities that held the po...
"W-Whoa..." With the end of the school day the students of Class 1-A expected a peaceful walk through the enormous sprawling academy, done with their classes, and moving on towards their own afternoons. The shackles were meant to have been let go, but this afternoon, it seemed that they wouldn't be allowed such a privilege. The loud chatter from outside their homeroom was their first clue, but it was Uraraka who actually discovered the source of the mutterings, as she pulled the door back ready to leave. Instead, she was greeted with an enormous mass of students from all across U.A., some their age, others older, but all of them were there for the exact same purpose...
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"What's going on?!" Uraraka practically screamed, with a notably surprised Ida, and a wide-eyed Midoriya standing directly behind her, the both of them just as confused as she was. Her eyes scanned the crowd. It was like a tsunami of bodies, and the air became almost suffocating.
"There's no way out!" Kirishima roared, clenching his fist. "What're they even here for?"
Bakugo seemed undeterred by the crowd, as he skulked forwards, hand firmly shoved within his trouser pockets. "Scoping out the competition, duh. Cuz we're the kids who survived a villain attack. Makes sense they'd want a look before the Sports Festival." Midoriya let out a deep breath, exhausted with Bakugo's attitude, and he knew that this was him on a good day. He didn't want to imagine what an angered Bakugo's reaction would've been to the crowd blocking his path...
"No point, though. Move aside, cannon fodder." Bakugo glared at the students in the corridor from the border of Class 1-A's homeroom. He stood unfazed by their mass and number, always so confident in his own ability, and his own power, that everyone below him almost seemed infantile, insignificant by comparison. Not deserving of his time, nor his attention.
"Can we please not resort to calling those we don't even know 'cannon fodder'?" Ida shouted out with a lecturing tone, while Midoriya watched from the side-lines, eager to not get involved. A few of his other fellow classmates held similar reactions, but they knew better than to question Bakugo, none of them wanted to get their heads bitten off with a powerful explosion. They continued to pack away as usual, awaiting the crowd's dispersal...
At the rear of the class, [Y/N] packed his bag with some methodical precision, each textbook shoved inside with a deliberate, almost mechanical motion. On the surface, he looked calm, composed, even indifferent, but beneath that cool exterior, his mind was anything but still.
The decision to help Uraraka with her training for the Sports Festival gnawed away at him, like an itch he just couldn't quite scratch.
It wasn't her wide-eyed, hopeful expression that convinced him, nor her persistent pleading that had worn him down. In fact, that only aggravated him more. Uraraka had caught him at a weak moment, and instead of turning her down like he should have, he took the easy way out, he agreed, just to make her leave. It was supposed to be a quick fix, but now it felt like a trap, shackling him to the role of an obliging classmate.
