Made to Destroy | BNHA x OP!Reader

[33] Fatherhood

Two weeks remain until the Sports Festival.

You're both excited and nervous. The attack at USJ, although traumatic, taught you that your regenerative abilities are far stronger than you could ever have imagined. Obviously, nobody wants to get hurt, and the pain you're forced to experience every time is a true test of your willpower, but nevertheless, it's reassuring. It's reassuring to know that you're so sturdy and resilient. If nothing else, you doubt you'll lose to anyone in a contest of endurance.

Still, that alone isn't enough to guarantee you a victory. The Sports Festival has all kinds of challenges, not just one-on-one battles. And you're worried that relying wholeheartedly on your Quirk will end in an early elimination.

You're not really sure what else to do but train, just as you've been doing practically every day until now. You're agile, resourceful, and quick to react. It's true that your powers aren't quite as versatile as, say, Katsuki's, but you're determined to make use of your strengths. This is your chance to prove yourself to the world. To show them what an amazing hero you'll undoubtedly become. Just like you were always meant to be.

Surely.

It's a good thing Aizawa doesn't let you slack off. You plan on sparring with him just about every chance you can get. He's one of the most skilled hand-to-hand combat specialists there are, and you're grateful to learn from the best. You have a strict training regimen planned out for these next two weeks that you're determined to uphold.

You're out on a run right now as you contemplate all of this. It's important to hone your combat skills, of course, but Aizawa also taught you never to disregard basic stamina training either. Since your main selling point is how durable you are, that's exactly what you intend to capitalize on. You'll become a hero with near endless stamina. A hero that won't ever give up, no matter how excruciating the pain or exhaustion is.

It's about time for a break now, though, because you're absolutely starving.

You slow to a jog, then eventually stop altogether, resting your hands on your knees as you lean forward and pant. You wipe some sweat off your brow and glance around, but much to your misfortune, you've reached an area mostly devoid of any shops or restaurants.

"I'm going to die of hunger," you groan. You definitely won't, but as always, your dramaticism knows no bounds.

Fortunately, you're saved. There's a ramen place just a few blocks away. It's not the kind of food you would usually go for, but then again, beggars can't be choosers.

You step into the store, and almost immediately, you find yourself salivating. Delicious scents fill the air, prompting your stomach to grumble even more than it already was.

You dig into your pocket and pull out your wallet, then stare down at it with a look of silent contemplation. Present Mic gave you some pocket money recently. You don't get an actual allowance, but being the cool uncle that he is, he occasionally sneaks you some funds. Normally, you hoard these funds like your life depends on it, in case you're ever left stranded and in dire need of a burger. Dammit. A burger would be amazing right now, but you checked your phone, and the closest place that sells burgers is nowhere nearby. You're not sure if you'll make it there in time. Your stomach might actually implode.

I'm sorry, god of burgers. You already know where my loyalties lie. But I'm only human, at the end of the day.

...admittedly, kind of an ironic thought to have.

It's a pretty small place, with only two tables, both of which are already occupied. There's a long countertop, though. Similar to what you might see in a street vendor setup. You make your way over and hoist yourself up onto a stool, then wait patiently for someone to come out and take your order.