Everything She Broke (BNHA x Reader)

One More Year of Pain

A/N: Link for the first "*" picture= https://www.deviantart.com/jakebowkett/art/Princess-Room-afternoon-527200095 (Bedroom)

Link for the second "*" picture=http://worldtoptop.com/top-flower-fields-world/ (View)

Link for the third "*" picture=https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01KXMG2EW/ref=twister_B01KXME3BQ (Dress)

I don't usually put the A/N at the top, but for pictures/videos, I will!! The images aren't exactly what I imagined so just imagine how you would see it as! Hopefully y'all like this chapter and MeowMeow will update as soon as possible. Sorry for errors and I love you guys <3

"Goddamnit,"

she cursed. Another very long and painful day. "Let's try again." (Y/N) pushed her hands off the rubber mat, getting into a terrible fighting stance. "Posture! Straighten your back out and push your left leg forward." Her position shifted while her eyes narrowed in determination. "Now, attack!" Small arms wrapped around her instructor's waist and she pushed him backward. His hand gripped a fistful of her hair and peeled (Y/N) off his body. A tiny hiss escaped her delicate lips. Again, she was met with the rubber mat. "You okay? Sorry I didn't mean to pull your hair that hard!" He swiftly swept her up into his muscular arms. The girl faintly smiled and nodded frantically. "Yessir! Let's go again." She was prepared, he knew that for sure. Lightly, he placed (Y/N) onto her feet and shuffled away from her. "Actually, you have to get ready now. Your father is having a special visitor over. If your mother finds out that you stayed in training longer than required, she will not hesitate to fire me." The little girl chuckled carelessly and reached for her water bottle. Its condensation felt nice on her steaming skin. (Y/N) knew he was just making excuses. He wouldn't get fired. If anything, she herself would be punished instead. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say," the girl snickered before gulping down the cool liquid. "Get going now. Same time tomorrow, dear." He tenderly shoved her out the training room's doors before waving her goodbye. She returned the gesture and trotted to her bedroom.

"Lady (Y/N), welcome back! Your father desires to see you after you freshen up. He said that it was important." The girl signaled to the maid that she understood before heading up the endless staircase. She knew what this was about. He wanted to know how the training was going and probably wanted to make sure she was fit to meet the guests. Knowing her mother, the girl's dress was probably already picked out. The last step was disregarded as she swiftly moved down the hallway. 'C'mon! Why do I have to meet them anyway? What a nuisance.' The door loomed over her petite form and the metal knob was as cold as ever. Her small hand encased around the handle and she pushed the door open. (Y/N) scanned the room* for her dress before wandering around the large room. The bedroom's walls were painted light pink and the large pillars had hints of magenta and purple. Her balcony door was slightly ajar and she felt the nice breeze graze her sensitive skin. How beautiful. The view* from the railing was breathtaking. Morning dew dripped off the vibrant pink clusters growing by the small pond. Strong trees littered the horizon and a tall mountain stood tall in the distance. It was amazing. There couldn't be a better spot.

After taking in the outdoors sweet scent she whirled around and stepped back inside the room. The door clicked softly, indicating that it was closed. Now, It was time to get dressed and meet her father. Her delicate dress was spread out across the front of the bed. (Y/N) sighed before stripping from her training uniform and slipping into the orange attire* her mother picked out. It fit her perfectly and dazzled in the sunlight. Before she could bask in mother nature's warm rays a gentle knock sounded from outside. The rap was followed by a timid, but stern voice. "Lady (Y/N), y-your father called for you ages ago. You know best that he isn't a patient man. Hurry along now!! Go, go." The maid shuffled her farther down the hallway and made sure that the little, lady made it to his office in one piece. His door was already open, so (Y/N) waltzed right in. "My apologies for my late arrival, sir," she said adding a curtsy to try and satisfy him. "Yes, yes. That doesn't matter at the moment. Since you are finally here, please introduce yourself to our guests." The young girl stepped forth and bowed before the strangers. "My name is (Y/N) Murata. It is nice to me- be acquainted with you." Her father smiled smugly and motioned for her to step back. She followed his instructions and moved accordingly.

Sure, (Y/N) wanted to smack that self-righteous bastard in the face, but not now. Not in front of these newcomers. The girl failed to notice the young boy's stare as she continued to fight off the urge to bitch-slap her father. His father scowled before elbowing the small boy to speak. (Y/N) looked at the boy dead on and waited for him to introduce himself. He gazed back at her before bashfully looking at his "interesting" shoes. She leaned forward in anticipation, wanting to know his name. The son must have noticed this because he lightly muttered,

" Nice to meet you Miss Murata. I am Shoto Todoroki."