y/n pov :
I awoke to my phone ringing. I audibly groaned before sitting up in bed reaching for the device. I vigorously rubbed my eyes, squinting to see who the caller was.
Giya. I smiled slightly as I swiped upwards on my screen.
"hey gir—" I started.
"BITCH WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU RIGHT NOW?" she interrupted, screaming down the phone.
"huh? quiet down, I just woke up." I mumbled, annoyed. Slowly realising what she said I continued, "what do you mean?"
"THE HERO MEETING! WE'VE ALL BEEN HERE WAITING FOR YOU FOR THE PAST 20 MINUTES.
"shitttttt." you groaned aloud looking at the top of the phone screen. 10:26. I was supposed to be there half an hour ago.
"please, please, pleaseeee, convince them to wait 10 more minutes." I whined into the phone jumping out of bed, heading straight for the kitchen.
"bitch, you better hurry the fuck up, they're all starting to get annoyed." she whisper-shouted down the phone, clearly trying not to draw too much attention to herself.
"oh-kay, am ohn mah way." you said between bites of your breakfast, "buh, bye."
She didn't return your farewell before hanging up the phone, causing me to roll my eyes. I shoved the rest of my toast down my throat, forgetting to chew.
I need to hurry the fuck up. You thought to yourself, quickly rushing back to my bedroom in order to change into your hero costume.
While I pulled my boots up to my mid thigh, I wedged my phone between my ear and shoulder, ringing my driver.
"Hello Ma'am." He greeted formally as usual - making me feel awfully old.
"Firstly, please never call me that again," I chuckled, "and secondly, I need at car ready in the next two minutes."
"My apologies Ma— uh Miss. I will have a car prepared right away."
I smiled at his slight mistake, "Thanks Michael, you're a star."
"Goodbye Miss."
I zipped up the boots, hopping to the door, struggling to keep my balance. I popped a piece of gum in my mouth as I rushed through the door of my penthouse apartment.
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I pushed the door open and heard the few quiet conversations come to a halt. I was met with multiple glares from various pro hero's as I walked in to the only free seat - next to Giya (pro hero mirko, your best friend).
As Principal Nezu cleared his thoat, I mentally prepared myself for the scolding I was about to receive.
"Good morning everyone," He turned to face you specifically, "Black Widow, may you please inform us all why you're late?" He queried in his usual high-pitched voice.
You cleared your throat unintentionally loudly as you shot a quick look at Giya, who was clearly trying to hold in her laughter. Bitch.
"Sorry sir, I um..." you awkwardly rubbed the back of your neck, dreading the reaction about to come, "I slept in."
You looked down, embarrassed. Everyone in attendance exchanged small glances before looking back at me, laughter rising in their throats. The whole room erupted in laughter at my awful reason for being half an hour late to an official Pro-Hero meeting.
Fuck me. I kept my gaze on the floor trying desperately not to look up. The laughter slowly died down as Nezu began to speak once again.
"Well. How awful. Next time, it would be much appreciated if you could arrive on time next meeting."
"Of course, sir." You said, still looking at your shoes.
"Great! Let's go on with the meeting..."
As Nezu continued to speak about why you were all called here, Giya nudged you in your side, causing you to jump slightly.
"Idiot." She whispered under her breath.
"Shut up." You murmured, still embarrassed.
hi, this is the first chapter (duhh). please let me know if you'd like more! this is a dual pov book, so next chapter will be written from aizawa's pov
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enemies to lovers | aizawa x reader
Romansayou're a pro hero that has had a bad relationship with shota aizawa since your shared time in UA. but slowly, you're both starting to go against that predetermined hateful relationship that you both share. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚