Overgrowth ⁂ bnha x reader

2 | A terrible decision, really

Maybe, if (Y/N) had actually decided what she wanted to do with her life sooner, she wouldn't be stuck spending her evenings in a shitty run-down arcade doing absolutely nothing.

But then again, she'd never been very good at decisions.

Sighing, the girl ran her hands through her (h/c) hair, the cap from her uniform discarded on the counter. She'd been counting down the hours until her shift ended since she'd got there; after all, who the hell was going to use the arcade at 9:28 on a school night? The only reason she was here was that she needed the money. Oh, and she had no better after school activities.

But tonight, that decision would change her life's course drastically.

The clock finally hit 9:30, her cue to leave. Pulling on a black hoodie, she half-ran through the back exit, the fluorescent lights irritating her eyes. Immediately, the cold air hit her. "I should have brought a better coat. I'll freeze before I get home..." the girl muttered to herself as she jogged through a dirty alleyway and onto the main street. 

An idea jumped into her mind- there was a back street a few blocks away that came out near her home. Her parents had told her to avoid badly lit areas when she was returning from her shift, but they weren't here, and she was shivering...

Besides, she always had her quirk. She wasn't exactly practised at using it- since she'd given up on becoming a hero, she hardly worked on it at all- but she could easily deal with a thief.

Deciding in an instant, she crossed the street and continued forwards until she could duck into the darkness of the alleyway. Pulling her hood over her head, she began to run, keeping close to the wall; until she heard something that made her freeze in her tracks.

"If you don't hand over that bag, you'll regret it."

Voices. They sounded angry; the way the words slurred together gave her the impression that they were drunk, too.

Angry, drunken guys on a badly lit street. The unholy trinity. And yet, some sense told her to creep closer and observe what was going on. Maybe you're just a complete idiot, (Y/N). Oh well.

Turning a corner silently, the girl saw the cause of the noise. In the darkness she made out a kid, about the same age as her, being backed up against a wall by three indistinct people. One thing she could definitely see, though, was the glint of knives.

Her heart quailed. You're not a hero. You'll get yourself killed. Get out while you still can. There was absolutely no way she could intervene.

But on the other hand, she had considered applying to become a hero when she was younger. What good was she if she couldn't even help one person in trouble? Why do you have to be so useless? You're a disappointment. This is why you'll never do anything with your life.

She took one shaky step backwards.

And then- making the first in a long line of horribly impulsive and dangerous decisions- she stretched out her arm and shot a thorny vine straight at the nearest man.

RIP, (Y/N) (L/N). At least you won't have to waste your life in that arcade.

He let out a yelp and dropped his weapon with a clatter, catching the attention of the others. But before they had the chance to process the situation, the girl used her quirk to throw the trapped man into the others, narrowly missing their victim. As he ducked with a startled yelp, the three villains hit the nearest wall with a crunch.

Deciding not to push her luck, (Y/N) charged forwards, grabbed the kid by the arm- oh my god, what am I doing, what the hell did I just get into- and raced forwards, dragging him with her. As they rounded another corner, she turned and made a sweeping motion with her arm, causing more sharp tendrils to grow and close the gap between the two walls. By the time she had to stop and lean against a dumpster, energy spent, there was a formidable wall of thorns cutting the two of them off from the villains.

Turning with a sigh, she saw the shell-shocked expression on the other kid's face and held out her hands in what she hoped was a gesture of peace.

"Hey, relax. I'm not with them." She gave a small smile and backed away a little. Ducking, she grew a tiny flowered plant from a crack in the concrete, and held it out to him. "Eat this. It's chamomile, it'll calm you down."

He shakily took it from her, and tentatively smiled back. She saw that he was a little shorter than her, with thick greenish hair and freckles, and looked absolutely harmless. No wonder that gang went after him.

At that moment, the reality of what just happened crashed down on her. She'd been in a fight- a fight where her enemies had weapons. She wasn't a hero. She had no protection, no reward, no reason for trying to help. But.. (Y/N) had to admit that it had felt exhilarating. After months of boredom and futility, helping this guy had made her feel alive. Why can't you just be excited by music, or Minecraft, or, I don't know, Jake Paul, like a normal kid? Jesus Christ.

But that didn't change the fact that she was stressed and overwhelmed, and so she brushed past him and started to run.

"Wait!"

Ah, goddamnit.

The (h/c) haired girl slowed to a stop as she heard the kid speak. "Who are you?"

Turning slightly, she felt herself start to panic. "Shit. I-I'm sorry. I have to go. I can't tell you."

He took a step towards her, and (Y/N) felt herself instinctively step back. "You saved me. Can't... Can't you even tell me your name?"

Maybe it was the pressure that made her do what she did next, or maybe it was the adrenaline rushing to her head. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out an old receipt and a pen. Tearing off a corner, she scribbled her phone number hastily, and shoved it into the guy's hand.

"If you really want to know.. text me, I guess. But I honestly have to go."

Spinning around, she raced through the alleyway and out into the cold night, leaving him dumbfounded behind her.

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A/N: This is probably really shit but im not too good at making up action scenes! Idk why I thought this would be a good idea lol