Sands (BNHA x antihero!reader)

Alone, Even in This

Edited.

I swear I was watching them do their thing. I know I was. Their match just started! So, how is it my turn already?

. . .

"Now, let's start the indoor person-to-person combat training with Team A and Team D!" Allmight shouted over the intercom when he got back to the monitor room.

I had since moved to the back of the monitor room, leaning against the wall. There was plenty of more elbow room back here compared to front where everyone was crowded around the screens. I'll just watch from a distance, thanks.

"Okay, everyone, you all should think as well," Allmight spoke to the rest of us in the monitor room.

Watching the monitors intently, I saw Izuku and Ochako hop into the building through a window. 'Oh, look at them, sneaking around like little amateurs. I can hardly remember the time when my sneaking skills were as clunky as theirs. Tripping on thin air, not centering my correctly, heavy footsteps breaking the silence. Ah, it almost makes me wish I could recall when I was the same.'

Before I knew it, I dozed off in the back of the room, trying to remember the way back whens. As if no time had passed, I was shaken awake as easily as I had fallen asleep by the Johnny Bravo look-alike, saying it was my turn. And now we're back in the present. I'm in front of another one of those tall buildings, tasked with job of handling a group a villains and their fake bomb.

"Let's just get this over with," I muttered to myself with a sigh. 'Well, I don't know how many of them there are since I was asleep, but I don't regret that nap at all. It was a very good nap.'

"Start!" came Allmight's voice through the intercom.

'I guess that's my cue. Okay, (y/n), clunky steps. Look like you're inexperienced,' I thought as I entered the building through the front door. Well, tried, at least. It was locked. Creating a small light blade along my index finger, I cut along the crack between the door and the doorframe, slicing straight through the locking mechanism. Flicking the blade away, I opened the door successfully this time. Peeking inside, I was met with a fairly dark interior, the only light coming through the windows. Refusing the urge to say 'Hello? Anybody home?' I set foot inside of the building. I know I was given a map of the layout of the building, but where's the fun in that? I was going to wing it. While being hopelessly lost in a building. It's fine. It's just like an RPG. Just gotta check every room for treasure—or in this case, a bomb.

Walking down the hallway, the soft clicks from my short-heeled-boots broke the silence, the sounds echoing slightly. Seeing no other options, I took a right turn at the end of the hallway. This hallway was much darker, the walls being absent of windows. Looking down at my suit, I was met with the slight green glow of the skeleton print, and a faint glow from my two foam swords. I couldn't wipe the satisfied grin off my face. I looked fucking great. I wanted to strike a pose, but I didn't. Because that would've been stupid. I was about to take another step, but my foot wouldn't move. Looking down, I noticed that the bottom half of my shoes were incased in ice.

"So, Ice Zuko is a villain, hmm? Interesting..." I muttered out, using the light from my kick-ass glow in the dark suit to heat up the area around my feet just until they were loose enough to pull out. With a slight grumble about my shoes now being wet, I kept walking down the hallway, the ice crunching beneath my every step. A turn to the left led me to a lighter area, a stairwell at the end of the hall with a generous number of windows. Looking upwards, it seemed to go all the way up to the roof. 'Good to know that for each floor I can't find anything I know where to come back to. I wonder if Icy Zuko only sent ice to me or if he covered the entire building with it. Maybe I can follow it.'