Project: Friendly Warrior [Boku No Hero Academia x Reader]

Chapter 1

The bright sky was filled with clouds, blown from one side to the other. The city, busy as always, with no crimes committed until then. The U.A. High students got ready for their classes after a week since they took their entrance exam. Everybody seemed to have settled down with their new schedules and activities.

But we will follow you. Yes, you. Who are you really? You are (Y/N) (L/N), a young foreign student with a peculiar little quirk. However, let's tell your story first.

You had come to Japan with your grandparents years ago when you still were a little girl, and have loved everything about living here. You never had many friends, but not because you didn't try. Being a four-year-old foreigner made it difficult to you to understand the language to it's fullest and little kids weren't interested in someone they couldn't talk with. But with the help of your grandparents, you were able to get closer to a pair of kids and were learning the language faster. Until your quirk manifested.

Your quirk is known as the 'Wax Curse'. You can tap large quantities of wax from your body and create things from it, making you basically a "candle woman". This kind of quirk had fallen into a new category called "Paramecia". This kind of quirks give the users a power that can affect their body, manipulate the environment, or produce substances. Although they do not include powers that allow elemental or animal transformations, some of them are capable of other forms of transformations, as well as creating substances. The other two kinds of categories are Logia and Zoan. The Logia is characterized by giving its user the ability to create limitless amounts of an element or force of nature and to turn into that same element or force of nature, making them intangible even in the case of something solid like ice, but not in the case of something abstract like darkness. Meanwhile, the Zoans allows the user to transform into another species and inter-species hybrid forms at will.

The way a quirk is considered one of these kinds is unknown to this day but as far as you know, having a quirk with any of these categories is extremely rare and sometimes dangerous. They are not given the name "curse" for nothing. And yours didn't stay behind to the name. Being a Paramecia, your body can produce the wax at will.

But imagine a little kid trying to control it. Whenever you got nervous, you would start to melt, sometimes a limb would fall and end up as a hot puddle of wax around you, scaring your grandparents to death. To everyone's surprise, your missing limbs would later be regenerated and the puddles would dry, turning into an unbreakable stain.

You trained with your grandparents to control it; your grandfather taught you to manipulate the wax and your grandmother gave you lessons about how to stay calm even in stressful situations.

All of this helped you while growing up. You still didn't have great social skills or interact in class, but you managed to have less panic attacks and control your nerves more. Which will now help you adapt to your new class.

"Come here, (Y/N/N)." Your grandmother waved her hand at you, "You almost forgot your lunch." She extended a paper bag to you with her shaking hands.

You took them smiling "Thanks Nana. I don't know what I'd do without you." putting the small bag inside your backpack, you took her hand and bowed, "I'll call you if I need to stay before class. Don't over-stress yourself, please" She smiled weakly, nodding as she patted your cheek with her free hand.

After saying your goodbyes and walking to the front door, she called you again with a raspy voice "Remember, a flower blooms more than once. Give your best and stay safe"

With this, you headed to your least favorite place; the city.

You lived in a small neighbourhood away from the big city. It helped you with your nervousness but it also made it more difficult for you to stay updated on hero's news, trends and else. This made you feel out of place but it was nothing you weren't used to by now.

On the trip, as the train made its way back to the city, you observed the people that walked in and out on the different stops. They all looked so busy with their own things, in their own little world, yet so connected to each other. Was it the way they dressed? Maybe the fact that they were more up to date with the news? Or maybe it was all your imagination. Maybe you should leave these people alone and stop staring like a madwoman.

Your trip to the city had come to an end and now you had to find your way to the U.A. High. An easy task, if you knew where you were standing.

You guessed it was going to be a long day.