Boku No Hero Academia X Fem! Reader

Chapter 9

The next day was a bit hetic. First of all, I was late to class, and the reason being was the fact that It was immensly difficultly getting past a huge crowd of news reporters blocking off the entrance to the school.

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I grunted as I repeatedly stuck my hand in between different people to shove them aside so I could get past them.

"Excuse me- ACK!"

I iron grip grasped my wrist, pulling me face to face with a camera.

"What is it like having All Might as a teacher?"

"What is U.A. like being the top notch hero academy and all?"

"-All Might?-"

"-All Might-"

"-ALL MIGHT?!"

I sweat dropped as multiple news reporters clustered around my small frame to bombard me with questions.

"I-uh, well, I have to get to class, uh... - WOAH!!"

Suddenly another iron grip grasped the collar of my shirt and ripped me away from the crowd of reporters.

"WHAA?"

I looked up at my savior with fearful eyes, assuming it was another mob of reporters. I gasped as my (eye color) eyes met a pair of half-lidded crimson ones. I gazed at the aloof blonde, shock etched onto every nook of my face.

"Bakugou?!"

The blonde avoided my gaze and once we made it past the school entrance he abruptly released his grip on my shirt causing me to stumble forward. I squeaked in surprise and struggled to grasp my footing.

"Ah! Thank you! Back there I don't know what I would have-"

"Shut up." Bakugou mumbled. My mouth hung open mid-sentence. My voice cracked as I clamped my mouth shut, my eyes glazing over.

Did I say something wrong?

He dug his hands into his pockets and hobbled off, his facial expression never changing. I watching his retreating figure, a gloomy expression on my face.

At least he was nice enough to help me back there.

Sighing, I continued to class, only minutes away from being late. I placed a heavy hand on the door handle to the classroom and slid the door open slowly. Entering the classroom I waved at a few of my friends and took my seat at the back of the classroom to prepare for my first class.

English.

I hated this class most of all because I sucked at grammar. I was more of a math type person, into science and practical things as such. I sighed and hung my head back, my eyes shutting momentarily in exhaustion. I barely slept last night. I had another nightmare about my father. I contorted my face feigning pain as I thought about my beloved dad. The man I looked up to the most was gone. Honestly, I never knew if I would be able to fully accept that fact. I was so close to him. He was the person I could confide in, take shelter in. I loved him more than anything besides my mother, and yet, he was gone. So far from my grasp and yet I felt as if he were still here. I was in denial, even this late in the process of grieving. I could feel my chest tighten as reality threatened to relay a message I hated most dear. I just can't accept that right now. He is my driving force to wanting to be a hero. I want to be a hero so that I can end villainy and allow a just society of families not loosing their loved ones to the hands of evil. I want no more suffering, no more fear! I want to protect the people I love. If only I was stronger!

... I could have saved him.

I huntched over my desk, resting my head on my arms. I stared at the many wooden creases, my eyes trailing along each as they filled with silent tears. I blinked a few times, the tears slipping out and hitting the glossy layer of the desk's surface.