Sands (BNHA x antihero!reader)

Success is Gained at the Expense of Others

Edited

Soon after the end of that short lecture, I changed into my tennis shoes before getting on the bus that was headed for Battle Center D. I took a seat near the back and put my earbuds in. Somebody sat next to me, but I was too busy picking three or four suitable songs that I could listen to while in the practical exam. After making a short playlist of a satisfying collection, I put it on shuffle and just listened to help me prepare for working in tandem with the rhythm beforehand. Having something else to focus on besides fighting helps keep my mind straight and ground me so I'm not lost in the adrenaline. Not even a minute later we had arrived at the giant gates that lead into the Battle Center. Stepping off the bus, I went up to the gate and just looked up at its monstrous size. I hadn't realized it at first, but I was tapping my foot to the beat of the music I had selected. I then took out my right earbud so that I could hear whatever the announcers were saying, which wasn't anything yet.

It was about a minute later when I heard a loud "Start!" echo around us, the gates quickly swinging open. Without a second thought, I began running inside to the beat of the music. Twenty seconds in, I was already met with a 1-pointer and a 3-pointer. Without stopping my momentum, I leapt forward off my right foot while pointing towards the 1-pointer, surrounded my hand with a blade of light, and sliced through its head. Kicking off the robot, I landed on my left foot and swung my body around towards the right, pointing two fingers at the 3-pointer, burning through what I assumed were vital points in its head, as it soon collapsed. I never stopped running. I didn't even notice when songs changed. My running pace just adjusted to the new rhythms automatically. Whenever I saw a target, I would either send a beam through its head if it was far away, or slice through it with my bladed hand, leaving a trail of robot debris and metal scraps in my wake.

I heard the announcer shout 'one-minute left!' as soon as I came across a hoard of five or six robots. Stopping in my tracks, I raised both of my index fingers and blasted through the heads of the two nearest robots, and then again with the next two. My fingers were starting to hurt, making me wince after that last attack. Severe sunburns making the tips tender and delicate, as if skin would just peel off from a stiff breeze. There was one more robot further back, but it was destroyed in the short time I took to wince. With a frustrated sigh, I lowered my hands.

'Okay, time for my inexperienced camouflage; operation exhaustion is a go,' I thought before collapsing down onto one knee and panting, as if I was gasping for air.

"TIME!" I heard over the loudspeakers, signaling the end of the exam.

With a sigh, I decided to keep up my 'worn out' look and collapsed onto my stomach and flipped over onto my back, panting heavily. Over the course of a few minutes, I calmed my panting to an eventual halt and hoisted myself up, beginning to walk towards the entrance. I put my hands behind my head in a nonchalant way.

'Guess it's time for the written exam.'

. . .

I was walking out of the building, my duffel back slung over my shoulder, clad in my winter boots once again. The written exam was pretty easy since they allowed to take the test in English due to me being a 'transfer student' from (c/n). I did have to take a Japanese proficiency exam though, which I was okay at, but I think the Kanji portion killed me. Oh well. Since I had to take that extra exam, there weren't any more examinees in the building minus a few stragglers, who may or may not also be possible foreign students. I walked back to Tatooin station and got on a train route that would head back to the countryside. When I was close to my stop, I put the rest of my winter gear back on and braced myself for the foot of snow waiting on my twenty-minute trek ahead of me.

. . .

About a week later, I found an envelope from U.A. in the mailbox hung on the wall next to my front door. Taking it back inside, I sat down at my tea table and placed the envelope down next to my morning cup of (tea/coffee/hot cocoa) that I prepared for myself. Taking a short sip from my steaming beverage, I pulled open the top of envelope and pulled out a disk of sorts? Not even a second later, light began to emit from it and a hologram of the dude that was on stage a week ago appeared.

"CONGRATULATIONS!" I heard him shout through the projection. "With almost full marks on the written exam and coming to a total of 67 points in the practical exam, you passed! Welcome to U.A.!" As he was speaking, a chart came up that showed that I was in fifth place with 53 Villain Points and 14 Rescue points.

'I don't remember saving anyone...hmm...guess it was on accident.' With that last thought, the hologram powered down. 'Guess I'm going to U.A. when April comes.'

. . .

I spent the next week doing things like getting school supplies, ordering the right uniform size, and practicing cooking and baking so that I could eat some good food for once instead of the instant stuff I'd been living off of in the beginning. When I was asked for the details of my uniform, as in different measurements like bust and waist size, there wasn't an option to have a long skirt, like what a yankee/delinquent or so they're called would wear in Japanese culture from way back then. I'm gonna have to get some booty shorts to wear underneath the skirt then. Don't wanna flash anybody.

A month later, I had prepared everything I would need, plus I got pretty decent at cooking. Not gonna lie though, half the time I defaulted to easy-to-make things like pasta and ramen. With it now being April, there's no snow on the ground, so I don't have to wear my winter coat anymore. At least, I hope I won't have to wear it again until winter. Waking up at 5 a.m., I did all my morning necessities like eating, brushing my teeth, getting dressed, etc. Around 5:30 I left for the train station and then boarded the train when it got there a minute after 6 a.m. And thus, began my 2-hour long train ride to U.A. I was messing around on my phone the whole time to be honest. I mean, what else was I gonna do for two hours of sitting?

After arriving at Tatooin Station came my ten-minute walk to U.A. 'I'm so glad classes start at 8:30 instead of earlier. I'll take as much sleep as I can get, thank you. Oh, speaking of starting up school again, next Sunday is when my so called "vigilante" work officially begins.' I was so busy being lost in my head that I barely even realized that I had made it to U.A. Double checking to make sure I had my student ID in my backpack, I walked through the gates and up to the main building. There was a door with a big digit "1" on it, so I went through that door, assuming it referred to first-years. After spending about five minutes being lost, I came across a faculty member and reluctantly asked them where Class 1-A was. I hate talking to strangers. Y'know, stranger danger and all that. I'd rather be doing jack shit than going to high school again. After about another five minutes of walking, I came across the door to class 1-A, which in itself was about 3-4 meters tall.

'Lord, I hope that I won't be stuck with assholes,' I thought as I opened the door.

I was most definitely wrong.

A/N: Alright, I've been updating this like crazy because it's brand new and needs more meat on its bones. But I hope you like it so far! I was really interested in doing an antiheroine reader and I'm really liking it so far! Thanks for sticking with me, and I hope you've enjoyed!

XOXO

~Threbony