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⋆♱✮♱⋆ ### Day 1: Relaxation and Takeout
After the intense battle at the U.S.J., U.A. High School granted the students of Class 1-A three days off to recover and regroup. Y/N welcomed the break, retreating to their home for some much-needed downtime. Their home, a modest apartment cluttered with various mercenary memorabilia, became their sanctuary.
Y/N felt the exhaustion in their bones as they entered their apartment. The adrenaline that had kept them going during the fight had long since worn off, leaving them feeling like they'd been hit by a truck. They shrugged off their school uniform and changed into something more comfortable—a T-shirt with "Merc with a Mouth" emblazoned on it, paired with pajama pants covered in taco prints.
Collapsing onto their couch, Y/N let out a long, weary sigh. They flipped through channels on the TV, not really paying attention to what was on. The familiar tune of an old cartoon show played in the background as they reached for their phone.
"Let's see... should I order tacos or burritos today?" Y/N pondered aloud. "Eh, why not both? And maybe some chimichangas for good measure."
They placed their order with a local Mexican takeout and kicked back, pulling out their laptop. While waiting for their food, they began sifting through files on the League of Villains. Their handler, a reliable and resourceful contact, had already provided some information.
"Let's see... Tomura Shigaraki, Kurogiri, and this Nomu creature. And what's this? They're looking to recruit more villains? This just keeps getting better and better."
A knock on the door signaled the arrival of their food. Y/N leapt up with a grin, practically skipping to the door. They opened it to reveal the delivery person holding a large bag of Mexican food.
"Ah, the true hero of the day!" Y/N declared, taking the bag. "You, my friend, deserve a medal."
The delivery person chuckled awkwardly, not quite sure how to respond. Y/N handed over a generous tip before closing the door and returning to their couch. They spread out the food on the coffee table, grabbing a taco and taking a big bite.
"Ah, bliss," they sighed contentedly. "Nothing like some good Mexican food to make a day perfect."
As they continued their research while eating, Y/N couldn't help but marvel at the absurdity of their life. Here they were, a student at U.A. High School, a future hero, and yet they were also the Merc with a Mouth, sitting in their living room with a pile of Mexican takeout, planning their next move against a group of villains. It was surreal.
Their phone buzzed with a notification. It was a message from the Class 1-A group chat that they had been added to.
**Midoriya**: Is everyone okay? That was a really intense battle. I'm still processing everything that happened.
**Tsuyu**: I'm fine, ribbit. Just tired. How about everyone else?
**Uraraka**: I'm okay, just sore. Can't believe we went through that.
**Iida**: We should all rest and recover. Our health is the most important right now.
**Y/N**: I'm good. Got some tacos to keep me company. Anyone else craving Mexican food?
**Kaminari**: Dude, always. Tacos are life.
**Mina**: I'm just glad we're all safe. That was scary.
Y/N chuckled at their classmates' responses. Despite everything, they still managed to find some humor and camaraderie.
After finishing their food, Y/N decided it was time to inform their handler about the recent events. They dialed the number and waited for the familiar voice on the other end.
"Y/N, what's the update?" the handler asked.
"Hey, just wanted to let you know we had a little run-in with the League of Villains at school. They brought some heavy hitters, but we managed to fend them off. The details are in the file I sent you."
"Got it. Any new intel on their plans?"
"Yeah, looks like they're trying to recruit more villains. We don't know who yet, but it's definitely something to keep an eye on."
"Understood. Keep me posted. And stay safe."
"You got it, boss."
Y/N ended the call and decided to unwind a bit more. They booted up their gaming console and immersed themselves in a round of "Assassins: The Reckoning." As they played, their mind wandered to their old friends from the X-Men, particularly Wolverine.
With a grin, Y/N picked up their phone and shot off a message to Wolverine.
**Y/N**: Hey Logan, you'll never guess what happened. Had a little tussle with some villains at school. You'd be proud.
A few moments later, their phone buzzed with a reply.
**Wolverine**: Kid, you get into more trouble than anyone I know. You alright?
**Y/N**: Yeah, just a few scratches. You know me, I bounce back quick. How's everything on your end?
**Wolverine**: Same old, same old. Keeping the peace, dealing with troublemakers. You know the drill.
**Y/N**: Wish you were here. Could use some of your tough love training.
**Wolverine**: You've got this, kid. Just remember what I taught you. And don't do anything too crazy.
**Y/N**: Me? Crazy? Never.
Y/N chuckled, feeling a bit more relaxed after the exchange. It was good to touch base with old friends, even if just for a moment.
As the day turned into evening, Y/N decided to call it a night. They took a long, hot shower, letting the steam and warmth soothe their tired muscles. Afterward, they slipped into bed, their mind still buzzing with thoughts of the League of Villains and the upcoming challenges at U.A.
But for now, they allowed themselves to drift off to sleep, comforted by the fact that they had friends, both old and new, watching their back.
