Sands (BNHA x antihero!reader)

Villainous Macaroni

Edited

I woke to the obnoxious sound of my phone screaming at me to get up. Slapping a hand over the phone, I pressed all the buttons I could find on it until it finally shut up. With a heave and a grunt, I pulled myself out of bed.

'Ugh, I really hate having to wake up so early. At least I got more than enough sleep. I know stocking up on sleep doesn't actually work, but I like to think it works to make myself feel better.'

Turning on the radio, I went and did my usual morning routine, half-focusing on if there was any interesting news. There wasn't. I was in the mood for mac and cheese(or some other kind of pasta), so I packed up the leftovers from last night to have for lunch at U.A. (plus I could avoid the cafeteria so I wouldn't have to sit with the kids). After finishing getting ready, I had a half hour to spare, so I prepared some tea and got out an untouched notebook to start planning my task to join Stain.

Taking a seat at the tea table in front of the already-lit fireplace, I took a languid sip of my tea before flipping my notebook open. Picking up my pencil, I tapped it against my lip a few times before beginning to jot down ideas.

"Alright, let's see here... First, I'll need to make sure to get back here as soon as possible on Monday, and have my gear already set up before hand, so I should do that on Sunday. Then after I get ready, I'll need to open a wormhole and get through it as quick as possible and not have it collapse on me and split me in half. That means I'll have to find a place before hand where light doesn't reach easily or I won't even be able to open the wormhole. Alright, so on Saturday, I'll be heading down to Hosu to find a fairly dark place. Worst comes to worst, I'll have to bring a tarp and cover up an area, or I could flip a carboard box over if I must. Once I set up my wormhole point, I'll just have to use it to go back and forth throughout the week. That means it'll have to be in a remote place where people don't go often so that one, I won't get caught, and two, nobody will move my tarp/box if I have to use it. I think that's it for now."

Jotting down my notes in almost illegible chicken-scratch English (to make sure that practically nobody but myself could make out what it said), I closed my notebook and put it away in my room. Quickly finishing my tea, I then slipped on my shoes and jacket, lugged my bag onto my shoulder, and made my way down to the train station as always. Nothing much happened during the train ride; I was just messing around on my phone or taking the occasional look out the window. I did find some pretty cool things to read though, so that was fun. Upon arriving at school, I was met with a hoard of people with cameras, noteboooks, microphones; everything about them screamed "the press." It's been like this for two days now, each day having more people than the last. There were also a couple of people who had nothing to do with them, like some fellow students of mine and some passersby who just stared at the commotion like those people who stop to look at accidents on the expressway. I was guilty of this as well, staring at the mob of people, meaning that I wasn't looking where I was going, and was brought back to my senses when I bumped in to somebody.

"Oh—sorry man- I mean, sorry," I apologized looking up at the person.

They were wearing a black long-sleeved shirt and had shaggy light blue hair. He lifted up a hand and shook his head to gesture that 'it was fine.' Turning away from them, I took a look at the crowd, squared my shoulders, and took a deep breath. Marching forward, I began to push my way through the crowd.

"Alright, move it ya little shits; I don't have time for this," I grumbled as I shoved people out of my way to get to the gates.

They were shouting things at me for being so rude, but I paid them no attention. Finally pushing past the last of them, I felt like I could breathe again as I made my way through the gates. I continued to ignore their frenzied shouts for attention and gossip as I made my way into the building and up to my classroom. Walking through the familiar tall door, I plopped myself down in my seat at the back of the classroom. Actually, y'know what? We're gonna be cringey. Standing back up, I spun my seat around and sat down so that the back of the seat was now in front of me. Folding my arms across the top of the back of the seat, I rested my chin on top of them, a smirk pulling on my lips.