Side Stories - Akiyama

Younglings and Masks

Prompt: In a world full of supervillains and heroes straight out of comic books, it must be fate that for a hero-obsessed Akiyama Fay; her first encounter with one is in her knickers.

Boku no Hero Academia/ My Hero Academia CrossOver because I'm trash.

Kinda Rated M? I guess? T maybe?

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Akiyama Fay was a simple teenager: she saw incredibly attractive men in skintight bodysuits, she followed them.

Or, at least that's how Sachihiro justified it when he dragged her off towards fights between heroes and villains. The brunette would grab her by the shoulders and shake, screaming "no one is allowed to be that awesome AND that attractive!"

Fay was inclined to agree. With the exception of the few, many of the famous heroes prancing around Japan were not only super-human beings but also dangerously cute. Take Deku for example; a nice balance of ridiculously strong and bashfully cute.

As the pinkette walked down the street, she could practically hear Sachihiro protesting how if anyone would date the number one hero Deku, it would be him. Fay wouldn't argue with him, she leaned towards the Explosion Hero; his white fluffy hair reminding Fay of a certain someone.

Her thoughts were cut off by the loud ringtone of her phone. She reached into her pocket, pulled it up to her face and smiled at the contact information.

"Mada~chan!"

There was a deep sigh on the other end.

"Mah, I've missed you!" Fay continued on, a grin stretching on her face as she began to skip down the street. "You never call anymore!"

"I have a life outside of yours, Fay." Uchiha Madara voice came in a soft drone, the annoyance clear. 

"Hero stuff?" She hummed.

"Hero stuff."

Fay loved heroes. Loved, loved, LOVED them. Ever since she was little, she had obsessed over them. While Deku was everyone's favourite hero, Explosion Hero had always been hers. She'd watch all of his fights. From his recent fight against the infamous villain All-Star to his early days at Yuuei; rejecting his own victory at the Sports Festival in the coolest way.

Her cheeks hurt from smiling at the thought.

But, unfortunately for Fay, she had been born Quirkless. Not as uncommon as it used to be, she was still in the minority. At first, it had hurt, a lot. The thought of never having a Quirk, of never being a hero.

Yet, Fay got over it. Quite quickly, when she realised she could support her friends and her favourite heroes in other ways.

So, the fifteen-year-old had her eyes firmly planted on a future on the force. Hopefully, one day becoming a meaningful asset to the world of heroes, maybe even getting to help Madara after he graduates from Yuuei and becomes a hero himself.

"Fay?"

She perked up. "Hmm?"

"You spaced out, again," Madara told her flatly. She could imagine him at that moment, leaning against the railing of the rooftop, staring down at Yuuei bellow, shirt rolled up to his elbows as kicked his feet back and forth.

The faint dinging of the lunch bell echoed into her side of the call. "Lunch?" Fay already knew.

"I can be late," she imagined him shrugging, and smiled. 

Fay continued skipping down the street, her own school uniform a simply grey and white, not the grey and green she had always wanted, but nothing less.