- No Hero - a bnha fanfic DISCONTINUED

Prologue-A New Mission

*Edited*

"Oi, you ready yet? You're taking forever, you remember what you have to do, right?" His voice is filled with impatience.

" Yeah~, just give me a sec."

Checking that her bandages are secured on tightly. She brushes her fine hair once more, then slips on her new, black dress shoes and walks out from behind the grey curtain. Grabbing her school bag and dusting it off, she looks up at him with her pair of blue, shiny eyes.

"What's wrong, Tomu? You don't seem too well today. You hungry?" She inquires with a small smile.

He looks at her. Though she isn't, the female before him looks like any other young girl out there attending high school. Medium-black hair that reached her shoulders, big ocean blue eyes that seemed oh-so innocent, and a smile that could break the coldest and hardest of people. Which is one of the main reasons why she was chosen for this dangerous job. No one would suspect anything out of the ordinary if she were to play the right keys, say the right things, and be the 'right' person for them.

'Sigh, you just had to get assigned to this job didn't you? Though not accepting would probably be worse, as Master would get bitter.' The pale blue haired man thought to himself.

Don't get him wrong, it's not like he is worried for her or anything like that. It's just that they have some questionable past together, call them childhood 'friends' if that were to make it easier, leading him to not hate and despise her like he usually does with others. Also, this man wouldn't ever admit it but, he feels some sort of respect towards the female for her history.

Without getting an answer, not like she really expected one anyways, the girl then passes by the thin man, shoes ringing out against the dirty floor. Heading out into the noisy city, she says the last words of her reassurance to him before she exits the building;

"Rest assured, Tomura-chan, I'll keep everything according to plan. You won't need to worry, they won't suspect a thing. You can trust me." Blowing a small kiss and waving, she then leaves him, closing the door behind her with a thud.

Dodging her 'love' for him, he starts pitying the girl's possible future. 'Ugh, you'd better. Or the price of failure this time will be your head.'

'Also, what's with all that nasty stuff she's been doing lately?"