My Hero Academia Oneshots

Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader: Different

NOTE: I set this in the time he was in middle school. ^w^ Bruh he looked so handsome in his ms uniform OOF

A subtle metallic flavor filled your mouth as you chewed on the end of your pencil, the clink of your teeth against the metal guard somehow calming you. You stared blankly at the teacher who stood in front lecturing the class on whatever was the lesson for the day. You had honestly tuned out, too lazy to pay attention to the equations and mumbled vocabulary that were leaving his slightly chapped lips. It wasn't until a certain purple-haired male was called up to solve the equation that waited upon the blackboard.

Your chewing ceased as you felt a strange warmth to your cheeks, watching the boy ever so closely as he nonchalantly finished the problem like it was 2 + 2 = 4. Your chest tightened as he turned around once he was finished, his hair swaying slightly from the movement. Your mouth turned dry as you stared at him, that tired look in his eyes made him look like he didn't care, but he did. He was one of the top students in the class, getting high marks on all his tests and homework. However, it didn't matter how smart he was. All people saw was his quirk. That brain-washing quirk that was just perfect for evil-doing. Everyone was afraid of him, this violet-eyed young prodigy, Hitoshi Shinsou.

You pouted as he sat down, his eyes aimed towards the teacher again. Unlike everyone else, you weren't afraid of Shinsou. You didn't understand why people were afraid of his quirk, it had so many uses for good! It was difficult to hear the others blatantly bad mouth the teen, but what could you do? If you did say something, you were sure they'd just shun you and so would the entire class, or worse they'd beat you up (probably an exaggeration...but it could happen!). Who would stand up for the scary guy?

You sighed and stared back at your notebook, the ruled lines becoming a messy blue blur as you slowly closed your eyes and let your thoughts wander.

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You smiled widely as the fresh air of the outside filled your nose, the crisp autumn smell melting you into a dazed stupor. Finally, school was over, and you were determined to head home, your hands holding fistfuls of your backpack straps. As you were walking, there was a group of voices that caught your ear as you passed them.

"Hey, there's that weird guy."

"Oh, right, he's got that brainwashing quirk right?"

"Yeah, don't go near him or he'll make you like a zombie."

An intense flame ignited in your chest at their rude comments. You bit your lip so hard it felt like you were going to draw blood.

Those jerks! How could they say that!?

Just then, your eyes met with a figure not too far away from the group. The familiar shade of purple made your anger simmer down slightly, but now you were determined to make a point.

With a sharp inhale and all the courage you had in your body, you stomped past the group and right up to the mysterious boy. He was a bit confused as he noticed your assault from a mile away. He stared at you with those dark-rimmed eyes of his (which would make sense because you looked like you were holding your breath underwater), his brows furrowing defensively.

"Hello!" you practically yelled, almost making the poor boy jump.

He didn't say anything outright, rather he stayed mute for a bit as if he was thinking of what to say.

"...hey," he finally said, his voice low and somewhat stingy.

There was a weird silence, a silence that made you sweat because of the intense aura he was giving off.