[various!bnha x fem!moth!reader]
"why do you wanna be a hero?"
"i don't remember."
quirkless and bullied [last name] [first name] wakes up from a 17-month long coma, which gave her mild amnesia. so many things have changed, including her new quirk...
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summary - [first name]'s first OFFICIAL day in 1-A. little blond boys get jealous easily.
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When you announced that you were joining 1-A at the welcome back party, everyone went crazy. Most of them knew that you were going to end up in the hero course because of your awesomeness, but they had anticipated which class you would end up in. Monoma, specifically, was absolutely devastated at the news. He was appalled that you would become indoctrinated into the group of 1-A scum. In the privacy of his own dorm room, he had set aside his pride and practically begged for you to switch over to 1-B.
"As much as I'd like to, Monoma-kun, Vlad-sensei lost rock-paper-scissors," you told him with a shrug. You looked around his room, which was nice and tidy; it was basic, but the room was shrouded in an air of elegance. The walls were a dark shade of gray – you absentmindedly wondered if it was paint or if it was wallpaper – and his neatly-made bed was pushed into the corner. It had plaid sheets – navy blue, black, white – and four pillows. Two were that same plaid pattern and two were plain gray. It looked soooo comfy. Opposite the bed there was an organized desk, one you swear you've seen on the Wikea website, and beside that was a tall shelf. You could see an assortment of comics, their titles printed in what looked to be English, filling the shelf. No wonder his English marks were so high and he was able to communicate so fluidly with Tsunotori...
The blond stood in front of his bed. His jaw dropped. "They decided which class you would be in by playing rock-paper-scissors!???! And Sensei lost!?!??" His teacher lost to that... hobo!!?!??!? How could this be... His teacher was supposed to be superior... But anyways, deciding your class by such a childish game was insane to him! It seemed so... heedless that it genuinely irritated him.
"Yeah, I wish they put more thought into that..." You crossed both pairs of arms over your chest. "But then again, I don't really care too much – I have a lotta friends in both classes!" A small smile snuck onto your face. You had so many friends at UA – ranging from 1-A, 1-B, 1-C, and even a few upperclassmen – that you don't think anyone would believe you if you told them how you were a friendless, quirkless, bullied loser. In fact, they would probably think you were crazy!
A sour scowl twisted onto Monoma's handsome face, his baby blue eyes narrowing in distaste. You have too many friends in 1-A. "But that rabid pomeranian is also in that class," he reminded you. Both of you hated that boy. For different reasons, of course, but Monoma only thought it was for the same reason as him – Bakugou was unruly, to say the least. He was the main reason why so many non-1A students hated the class.
