The Second Generation- BNHA AU x reader

1. 7:00

"Hey, brat, get up! Start waking up on time you lazy ass!"

 I snapped, slamming my brothers door open. He shifted in his sleep, groggily blinking out of it as he slowly sat up. His signature grumpy face rested on his features as he reached on his night stand for his hearing aid. As he put it in, he narrowed his eyes at me. "What time is it?" He grumbled, kicking his feet from his blankets and moving out of his bed extremely slowly. I rolled my eyes, "Five minutes before I beat your ass, get a move on!" I shouted, slamming his door shut and shaking my head slowly. 

The kid is ten now...or eleven, fuck, how old is he? Whatever, thats not my point. He should be able to do this himself, I was getting myself out of bed and ready when I was eight. He knows moms and dads schedule doesn't fit to get him up and moving every morning...hes such an idiot.

I walked down the hallway of the second floor and quickly grabbed my headphones from my desk, getting a quick glimpse in the mirror. A sigh escaped my lips as I loosened the tight tie around my neck, the damn thing was nearly choking me. "Are you getting ready!?" I shouted loudly whilst I grabbed the backpack my mom packed me for U.A. 

My brother let out an extremely annoyed "Yes!" that basically insinuated for me to get off his back. I shook my head slightly as I pulled my bag off my desk, getting dragged down the second the desk wasn't supporting it. "Fuck," I grumbled, not realizing how heavy that damn thing was. Quickly, I hauled it onto my bed and unzipped it, rolling my eyes at the fact it was packed to the brim with supplies. My mom always did this...she was apparently super poor growing up and now that she's not, she gives my brother and I everything we could possibly need. 

My hands unloaded half the folders, binders, and notebooks from the bag. I opted for just two notebooks and my pencil case that I halfway emptied as well. Once I slung it on my shoulder, I turned around and took one last glimpse to my U.A. uniform, nodding towards my reflection before rushing out  of my room. As I made my way to the stairs I made sure to bang on my  brother's door, stopping once my phone started buzzing. 

Once I saw the contact name, I immediately picked up. "Hey mom," I said curtly, gingerly making it down the stairs. "Hey honey! Just making sure you and Hiro are on your way, sorry me and dad couldn't make it again," she spoke back through the call. I froze up, darting my eyes to the clock in the kitchen. 7:12...fuck. I had about eighteen minutes to get Hiro downstairs and ready then bike to school, which was much farther away. As I got food for King, who was sleeping in his doggy bed, I lied through the phone. "Yup, we're on our way-"

"(Y/N)! Where are my school shoes!?" Hiro screamed from upstairs. A loud sigh was heard on the other end of the call, my mom clearly heard that. "Tell him they are by the back door, and please don't be late-" 

"We won't mom, we're on our way out. Bye, love you," I said extremely quickly, hanging up the phone and looking and the stream of texts I just got from Ishi. I shouted to my brother where his shoes were, scrolling to the top of the notifications. Once I read he was outside, I moved in front of the window that faced the front of my house, seeing Ishi and his sister next to him. Her curly pink hair bounced as she laughed at something Ishi was doing. 

King pushed up against my legs, wanting me to play with him. "Not right now," I grumbled, giving him a firm pat on the head. No matter what my family says, King is my dog. He's a German Shepherd Golden Retriever mix of a mutt. King is just what I call him, his full name is King Murder Death. But of course, that was 'too graphic' to call him out in public according to my mom. Me and my dad are the only ones that call him by his full name, though 

"Hiro, if you don't hurry the fuck!-"

"I'm right here!" He shouted, his arms crossed as he stood in front of the front door. I sighed, looking around and making sure I wasn't forgetting something. "Do you need breakfast?" I asked, to which he shook his head. My teeth bit the inside of my cheek, looking back at the clock. 7:15...