Try Me, Bitch |BnHA| |Reader Insert|

Y/n: Attacked

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After your F L A W L E S S V I C T O R Y you decided to go blow up a toilet with your nuke bombs, aka, your Alaskan Bullworm shits. (God I love poop. Wait no—)
Walking into the bathroom, you prepared for your mission. You froze, however, when Yaororozu walked out of a stall. She, too, froze. Quickly averting her gaze to the floor, she didn't even wash her hands. She just tried to scurry past you.
Your lips twitched. With a vice grip, you grabbed her forearm before she could leave.

"What are you doing? Let me go," she said weakly but didn't try to make you let her go.

"You're avoiding me, you haven't ever said hi to me, you don't even look at me, and this is the second conversation we've had in the time I've been here." You turned your head to look at her. "Do you not like me?" A small gasp left her lips at the inquiry.

"What are you talking about? I have to go—" Your grip tightened.

"You can't lie, Yaororozu. It's not in you to." Her head bowed.

"The truth is... I... can't bring myself to like you... in fact... I... I..." Her eyes clenched shut. "... I hate you!"

"Why?"

"Those kids from Aldera Junior High... one of them was the son of my father's friend... I went to his funeral..." You let go of her arm and she went stumbling back.

"I can't bring myself to like you... I don't even trust you... who knows... we may end up like those at Aldera."
You couldn't argue. What was the point? That was her feelings. You can't change them or invalidate them.

"Ah, I see," you laughed lightly, bringing your hand to the back of your head, "Nah, that's cool. I get it. You're the cat and I'm the cucumber." You shrugged, checking the stall doors. "Not everyone likes me and I get it. I'm a villain, I've killed people, I've been to jail. Sometimes I wonder what would've happened if I didn't do what I did. Would things be any different? Maybe so, but I—" You turned your head to see you were alone in the bathroom. Yaororozu left sometime in the middle of you talking.

"Oh," you said softly. "Guess she left." Unable to shrug off the creeping feeling of dejection, you shitted away all of your feelings and flushed them down the toilet.

'Pull yourself together, dumbass. You're here to become a hero for some reason. Stop letting trick ass bitches get the best of you.' With a quick sigh to gather your feelings, you prepared yourself for your next match.

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You watched from up in the stands. You didn't want to sit with the others. The realization that you'd probably never fit in soaking through your soft squishy brain. Maybe you could be a hero, but a lonely one at that.
Just by standing there you could see the suspicious glances thrown your way by heroes. You frowned. Everyone seemed so far away.

"Wallflower, aren't we?" You heard a voice speak from next to you.

"JESUS IS THAT YOU?!" You whirled around only to see Hitoshi. "Oh... what's up eggplant?" You leaned back against the wall.

"You get those glances too, huh?" He walked up to stand even with you. You glanced at him.

"The ones that show everyone is suspicious of you and waiting for you to do something wrong?" You inquired. A crooked smile came to your face. "More than familiar."

"It's a pain," he said, "Having a quirk that's better for villainy." Hearing that, your lips twitched downward.

"Any quirk can be used for villainy," you said, "It's the person's choice whether they're going to be a hero or a villain." His purple eyes looked towards you.