•A New Chance• Bnha x reader

Chapter 3: Remember

My eyes shoot open.

I try to sit up, but the pounding headache ravaging in my head doesn't really help. I groan, finally propping myself up with my elbows, so I could at least try to get an understanding of what has happened, and where I am.

I look around slowly, realising that I was in my dad's bedroom. I furrow my eyebrows, not recalling how I got here. I start to stand up, as the headache subsides a little bit. I get up from the bed, my legs wobbling under my weight.

I take small steps, the wall supporting me as I make my way towards the kitchen, where Mika probably is. I smell the smell of food cooking, and my stomach growls, making me aware of my intense hunger. I get to the kitchen, my stomach demanding food immediately. I sit on the chair, as Mika is making some scrambled eggs, bacon, pancakes and sausages.

He looks at me, and gives me a small smile. "Good that you woke up! You really drained all of your energy back there... You made me really worried, but you saved all those people, so I can't be mad at you. You also helped with getting the fire under control" he says, and gets back to his cooking. I look down, trying to remember the thing he was talking about, when it hit me. My headache subsides slowly, and leaves me dumbfounded.

Mika gives me a plateful of food, and looks at me weirdly.
"Why do you look so... thoughtful?" He asks, and stacks pancakes onto his plate.

I rub my temples. What just happened? Is this what my mom wanted to train me for? So I won't forget everything I do when using my quirk? This is too confusing, but I do remember the fire now, so that's a plus.

"it's... Weird. I didn't remember anything about a fire when I woke up, and when you mentioned it, my headache cleared and then I suddenly remember it clearly... Is this the setback?" I ask, mumbling  the last part quietly, my brows knit together as I start eating the fluffy pancakey goodness.

"So that's... Your quirk? Your mind is your weapon or something?" he asks, curiousity present behind his actions. He sits across the table from me, and starts eating. He asks about me, my family and stuff like that, and I answer truthfully, trusting my dad enough to not be too bothered about it.

He nods, taking mental notes. He then remembers what he would've wanted to ask you if you wouldn't have been unconscious when he carried you to his car.

"So... Do you want to go to a hero school? I can see that you have a drive to bring justice, not just because you saved six people, but you really care for those who are under any bad conditions, like the girl you told me about, the one you saved from the bullies at school?" He says, and looks at me, dead serious.

"W-well, I did think about it, but I'm not sure..." I scratch my head, looking down.
"These days being a hero is about being popular, having a showy quirk, and money. Of course, I don't see any bad in those things, but I feel like more and more people want to become a hero just to get recognized, not just to be there for people who have lost hope because they don't have the strength or the willpower to save themselves" I continue, looking at the food in front of me, then raising my gaze to meet Mika's.

He's baffled by the raw determination, and emotion in your eyes.

"I don't want to be like that. I want to call myself a hero, because I deserve to be called one. And I know that I probably won't get that far to even call myself that, but I want to give it a try"
I finish.

Mika looks at me, pride gleaming in his warm, sea blue eyes.
"I am sure you will get far. And I was thinking, how about I get you a trainer that can help you with your quirk...? I know a pro hero, that has the same ideology as you, and you could train with them when we have moved" He says carefully.

I think for a moment, and nod in acceptance.
"Oh, do you know where we will be moving to yet?" I ask, the thought crossing my mind at the topic of moving.

"I have thought about it a lot. I actually have many things to take care of in Japan, so we'll be moving there. I lived there for a short period before I got my current job, so I thought that we could move there. What does it sound like to you?" He asks, finishing his breakfast.

I munch on the last bacon strip on my plate.
"Isn't that preppy UA hero school located in Japan? The one everyone talks about when it comes to heroes, and that has one of the lowest accepting rates?" I ask, slightly curious about the school. It is almost impossible that anyone from a small coutry like this could get there.
Altogether, Finnish people aren't really hero fanatics, because there's not really any hero schools nearby, and getting accepted to one is a pain.

"Yeah, it is. You could even try to apply, you won't know what could happen if you don't try!" He says, smiling warmly at me, as he takes our plates to the sink.
I give an uncertain smile back at him, starting to walk towards my room.

"When will we move by the way? Just asking so I know when to start packing" I ask, stopping abruptly.

"I know this is a bit sudden, but the flight is tomorrow evening" He says, scratching his neck slightly.

My eyes widen, as the information slowly sinks in.

"I HAVE TO START PACKING RIGHT AWAY!!" I scream, running up the stairs to my room. I take my (Fav. Col) luggage bag from under my bed, opening it and starting to quickly go through my wardrobe, looking for any necessary things, that I'd actually use for the time that the rest of the stuff takes to get there.

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For the whole day, all I did was run around, and look for anything that I would have use of. Mika helped me, as we started to pack our other stuff to the cardboard boxes that Mika bought.

And now, I'm laying in my bed, really tired because of the stress and packing. I sigh, getting up with trouble, just to put on the pyjamas laying on my chair. I change into them, putting on some fuzzy socks, then diving into the warm and soft blankets, the exhaustion immediately falling me like a ton of bricks, as I fall into a dreamless slumber.