Ultra Responsibility (My Hero Academia X Spider-Man Reader)

Issue 75 - Butterflies, Healthcare and a Spider Part 1

The day of the exam arrived like a brick through a window.

One second I was dead to the world, the next I felt a gentle shake on my shoulder and a warm weight under my cheek that I immediately registered as... oh. Right. I'd fallen asleep leaning on Ashido.

"We're here," she whispered, like she was afraid to scare me awake.

I peeled my eyes open and immediately regretted it.

"Already?" I yawned so hard my jaw clicked, rubbing my face with the heel of my hand. "Awesome. Let's get this crap over and done with."

Ashido snorted, but she didn't push it. She just let me sit there a second longer, rebooting like my brain was running on a potato battery.

The coach doors hissed open. Everyone started filing out, all hype and nerves and hero talk, like this was a theme park and not a government-sponsored anxiety blender.

I dragged myself up last, duffle slung over my shoulder, stepping into daylight with the energy of a wet sock.

Why was I even doing this?

I'd been jumped by assassins, dragged into a villain war, fought a guy who tried to turn my cousin into a science project, and got yoinked into a warp like a bad magic trick. But sure. A license exam. That's the line, apparently. That's the sacred ritual.

"Why am I wasting my time with the sidekick rejects?" I muttered to myself, "Haven't I proved myself like ten times over already?"

Ida's head snapped toward me like it was mounted on a spring. "Parker! Respectfully, that attitude is unacceptable! All heroes in training must respect procedure like anyone else!"

Kirishima nodded, his tone softer but still serious. "Yeah, man. Looking down on stuff is so not cool."

I gave a faint scoff, more at the universe than them. "Right. My bad. I'll bow to the holy paperwork."

I took a step back while I was talking, half-turned, not watching where I was going, and my back bumped into something... squishy.

Not "bumped into a person" squishy.

More like "bumped into a large inflatable wall" squishy.

I blinked, actually squeezing it for confirmation, because my sleep-deprived brain needed evidence in court.

Then I looked up.

A giant white inflatable robot loomed over me, round as a marshmallow, staring down like it had been summoned from the world's gentlest fever dream.

"Hello," it said, voice calm, clinical, and way too cheerful for my mood. "I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion. On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your wellbeing?"

I took a full second to process that sentence, then another second to decide whether I wanted to fight the robot or the universe that invented it.

"The hell?" I said out loud. "A healthcare robot? At a hero license exam?"

"Baymax!" a voice shouted.

A boy came jogging over, catching his breath, hair a little messy like he'd sprinted out of a science fair. He stopped in front of the inflatable menace and put his hands on his hips like a stressed parent.

"What did I say about wandering off alone?" he scolded.

Baymax tilted his head. "I apologize, Hiro. I was assisting my patient."

"Not your patient," I corrected immediately. "Definitely not."

The boy blinked, then put on a polite smile that looked practiced. "Sorry. Hi. I'm Hiro Hamada. Shiketsu High hero course."