❝𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘛𝘖𝘖, 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘎 𝘓/𝘕, 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘉𝘌 𝘈 𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘖!❞
❝𝘏𝘦𝘩!?❞
In which a quirkless teen doesn't mind the fact she can't be a hero, until the Number 1 Hero comes along and makes her life a mess.
warnings: child!reader sees a corpse, asshole-ish Aizawa gets a reality check, blood, threats of committing suicide to ruin a career
"Team Yamiko and Bakugo. Practical exam. Ready, go!"
Y/n watched as Bakugo didn't even look at her and began walking into the city. She rolled her eyes and jogged up to him. "Bakugo, come on. I don't like this as much as you but we need to work together-"
"Stop following me!"
Y/n paused for a second before continuing. "Look, let's just get out of the open where he can attack us-"
"I'm not gonna run away from this fight. It'll look better if we blast this smile off his face."
"Bakugo-"
"I'm gonna toy with him until time is almost up and then knock him unconscious for real!"
"A grown ass geezer like All Might?" She rhetorically asked him, getting ignored either way. She sighed. "You know what All Might can do, you can't win against him alone. We can just-" Getting a gauntlet to the face she yelled in pain holding her jaw as she hit the asphalt.
"I don't wanna hear another word." He growled. "Just because you think you're getting stronger, doesn't mean you get to tell me what to do." He turned and began walking off again.
Y/n kept her hand over her jaw as she watched him get further and further away. She could feel the metallic tasting blood filling her mouth up.
Something about him made her feel...bad. She didn't know what it was.
-flashback-
Y/n stayed silent but flinched back harshly as she watched a middle-aged man jab his foot into the dead homeless man on the sidewalk.
She didn't even mean to come across the gruesome sight, but it was on the way to her school, and she was already running late, this was the quickest way to go. Today it was going to be the longest.
She heard a couple teen girls giggle as they took videos and pictures on their phones.
The man probably died of heart problems, or something that wouldn't leave any marks, because there wasn't any indicator of how he died. No stab wounds or bullet holes, bruises around his neck from hands. Nothing.
He just laid there, surrounded by heartless people.
Would she die like that?
Surrounded by careless people who'll prod at her flesh for cheap entertainment?
