Mafia Queen y /n x Mha

Chapter 6: The Cold Gaze

The early morning light filtered through the tall windows of Y/N's room, casting soft shadows across the sleek, modern decor. She woke up in the quiet of the mansion, the weight of the mission pressing on her. Today was the day she would begin her life as a student at U.A. High School. It was a new chapter in her life—a mission wrapped in the guise of an ordinary student who aspired to be a hero. But deep inside, Y/N knew she wasn’t like everyone else.

She was the Mafia Queen, the cold-hearted CEO of KE Empire, a person who had little care for others’ feelings and trusted no one. But as she stood in front of the full-length mirror, applying a subtle layer of makeup to hide the bags under her eyes, she could feel the weight of her family's expectations. They wanted her to blend in, but she knew better than to ever truly "fit in." Her heart, locked away for so long, was not about to soften for anyone.

After finishing her preparations, Y/N grabbed her uniform—an elegantly tailored school blazer and skirt—her expression cold as always. No one would suspect that beneath that innocent appearance was the heart of a Mafia Queen. With one last look at the mirror, she turned and walked out of her room, where her ever-reliable butler, Mr. Choi, was waiting.

“Good morning, Miss Y/N,” Mr. Choi greeted her with a polite bow.

“Morning,” she replied, her voice clipped, as usual.

The car ride to U.A. was quiet, the smooth hum of the engine filling the space between them. Mr. Choi made small talk as they passed through the busy streets, but Y/N was lost in thought. She kept her gaze fixed out the window, her mind on the mission, on All for One, and on the task her father had given her. She had to succeed. There was no other option.

Upon reaching U.A. High School, Y/N stepped out of the car, adjusting her uniform, her gaze sharp as always. The sight of the prestigious school before her brought a sense of disconnection. She wasn’t here to be a hero; she was here to kill a villain, to keep her family safe.

As she made her way toward the principal's office, her movements were calculated and purposeful. She was almost at the door when a loud, familiar voice broke through the morning silence.

“Watch where you're going, nerd!”

Y/N stopped in her tracks, her eyes narrowing as she turned toward the voice. A boy with spiky blonde hair, wearing a red and black U.A. uniform, glared at her with an intensity that could melt stone. He stood there, fists clenched, his face scrunched up in irritation. Bakugo Katsuki.

Y/N didn't flinch. She simply stared at him with that signature coldness. But as she did, something unexpected happened. Bakugo’s eyes—usually filled with fire—softened for just a moment as he looked at her face. His anger wavered, and for a brief second, there was an awkward silence between them.

“Damn it,” Bakugo muttered under his breath, his usual scowl replaced by a faint flush on his cheeks. He quickly turned on his heel, stomping away with his hands jammed in his pockets, his pride not allowing him to admit what just happened.

Kirishima, standing by Bakugo’s side, looked at Y/N, then back at his friend. “Sorry about that,” he said with a friendly smile, rubbing the back of his neck. “He’s a little... intense. But you’re alright, right?”

Y/N didn’t respond to his apology immediately, her expression still icy. “I’m fine,” she said, her voice calm and controlled.

With that, she turned and continued her path toward the principal’s office, leaving the two boys behind.

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Inside the principal's office, Nezu, the ever-wise and slightly mischievous principal of U.A., awaited her. As soon as Y/N entered, his sharp eyes locked onto her. There was a moment of hesitation in his posture—an instinctive reaction to the aura she exuded. She didn’t just carry herself like any other student; she was different, far more calculated and dangerous than anyone he had encountered.