You call that a hero? (A MHA x male reader story)

Chapter 19

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"Holy shit..."

"This is fucking insane..."

"Oh my God..."

"..."

"Shit--that's so so so SO much worse than the Kamino incident--where are the people? D-Did they turn into those...things?"

"Did we get an update from the principal Nezu? We have to go help..."

"Where the hell are you going, Akaza?"

"I'm heading out," Hakuji said, already dawned in his hero outfit, as he strode toward the dorm's exit.

The Ginger trailed behind him wearing his Hero uniform (his combat U.A. uniform), stomping in his direction, his teeth grounded in irritation.

"Are you dumb, huh? You are not going out there alone," Denji followed, firmly gripping the latter's shoulder. "I'm goin' with ya, Y/n's my buddy too."

"It's not just about Y/n, dumbass," Hakuji retorted. "We need to save people and do it now." He directed his gaze to all his classmates who sat on the couch and a few on the carpet floor of their dorm. "It's our duty," his expression quickly reverted to a deadpan. "And I have no fucking idea why none of you idiots have changed to your hero outfits yet."

Sneering, Denji released his grip. "Ew, what's with...that sudden heroism-..shit? Eugh."

"So you're coming or what?"

"I am, I am. Calm the fuck down, jeez," he reiterated, irritated while dragging his feet down the halls of the ground floor, where his room resided at the later end of it.

"OoooOoh, Hakuji taking the initiative ~? That's new." Suki drawled, standing up from the floor to languidly stretch--perched up to give a mocking salute with a devious grin. "Aight boss, I'm gonna come with ya."

"As you should, midget."

A flash of red shined in her pupils. Her beam quickly morphed into a hardened glare, her arms limp as she stared at him. A switch in her mood. "That was uncalled for, asshole!" She bawled angrily, sputtering unintelligible sounds out of small person rage while racing to her room upstairs. 

"I'm ready, too," Aika said, showcasing her hero uniform: a white jumpsuit with streaks of red from her sleeves like flames, red goggles for protection, her brown hair tightly folded into a bun, and thick red and white metallic boots. "Your call, Hakuji."

As it stands, Hakuji would be in control in situations like these. 

The man then pointed at Ayumi (Power), who was slacking off and lying on the carpet like a dead hamster. "Change, Ayumi."

The said teenager exaggerated a groan in exasperation, rolling on her belly. "Whooaaa, such a massive...gigantic...obstacle...that the Great Power must face...! Totally worthy for a shmuck like me to take head-on and not die the instant that problem falls upon me--" Her voice reduced to a whisper in the last few words, her eyes darted around her classmates, those who'd be her next victim of random name-calling. "...how can I...divert the attention away from me..."