Underestimated (MHA x Male Reader)

Fifteen Minutes of Fame

A deep, pained panting and his own beating heart. That's all Y/N could hear in the moment. He continued to breathe heavy, before falling to the ground, trying not to throw-up.

"I think you need to run another lap. You don't quite seem miserable enough, yet." Aizawa said. His eyes were glowing their usual bright red, as he used his Eraser quirk.

"There's no way. I feel so sick..." Y/N groaned in reply.

"Of course you feel sick. You just ran two miles immediately after finishing your big breakfast. But the fact you haven't puked your guts out just shows that you haven't been ran enough, yet." Aizawa stated.

"This is bullshit!" Y/N began.

"Like fighting a villain/intruder on school grounds and then lying about it? Like zooming around on a motorcycle, across your school campus, without a license? Like throwing yourself out of a three story window and using your quirk illegally, to escape being disciplined any sooner?" Aizawa countered. Y/N could only sink his head down in absolute defeat. "What's bullshit is all the trouble you've gotten into since starting this year. Creative problems require creative solutions. Or, in your case, asinine youths require ridiculous and painful punishments, so they can understand discipline. No way were you just getting off with house arrest, again." Aizawa added, agitated.

'I shouldn't complain. It's probably only due to the large amount of media attention, that I haven't been expelled...' Y/N thought.

"Now get up and run six more miles." Aizawa demanded, menacingly.

Y/N POV:

It's been two days since the School Festival. But it had only taken a quarter of that time for the school to be completely flipped on its head, again. The video of myself and Gentle Criminal had blown up overnight, gaining massive attention from both the public and the media. The result was the front gates of UA being massively crowded with reporters, Principal Nezu's phone ringing off the hook, and the number of civilians and Pro Heroes interested in me having multiplied continuously. And the worst part, was everyone referring to me as, 'Zombie-Man', thanks to that stupid video.

It didn't help that people had started looking back at my sports festival performances or digging into my medical records. Up until that point, the video had everyone under the impression that I have a regeneration quirk, which are among the rarest quirk types in the world. But all the details and footage put together meant that probably wasn't the case. Before long, I had what felt like all of Japan inquiring about my REAL quirk.

I limped into class some time during second period, totally exhausted. Aizawa had made me run at least seven miles around UA's campus for the trouble I'd caused. And something told me that I'd get the same treatment tomorrow. Barely making it to my desk, I sank down into the chair just as the bell rang. "It's already time for third period???" I groaned. Aizawa stepped into the room, next, before then deactivating his quirk. With that, I could finally restore my own stamina.

"Were you seriously out running this whole time?" Izuku asked.

"More like running for my life. I thought Aizawa was gonna kill me!" I replied, sweating.

"Considering the magnitude of the situation, that may be a possibility." Iida said, pushing up his glasses.

'Things are still kinda weird right now...' I thought.

Flashback:

It was the morning after I'd gone viral. I hadn't really gotten any sleep that night. Unsurprisingly, the energy in the dorm was way different from usual. My classmates had all seen the video. They'd already seen me use my quirk in lots of different ways, but the footage confirmed there was more to it than I had ever let on. "So, I guess everyone is up to speed now, huh?" I spoke, assuming.