T R I C K S T E R [BNHA x Reader]

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A teenager stood atop a not so tall building, her [h/c] hair covering one of her eyes since she's never thought of sweeping it away to see better. A mischievous smirk adorned her face as she looked down and saw her next target: an annoying pocket thief with an annoying hynosis quirk that has been stealing a lot from civilians as of late.

Quickly chasing after the unknowing thief from up above, she skillfully made her way around obstacles as her hand held onto the hood of her sleeveless jacket to keep it from flying off. She plopped down in front of the thief, snatching the watch he just stole while she activated her quirk, making her appear as a small child.

"Hey there, mister! Have you been having fun stealing things?" and with a snicker, she ran away with the now alert thief chasing after her.

"Get back here you brat!"

"No can do, sir!"

Running and running through the streets she kept taking turns here and there with the thief on her trail. Of course, her stamina would have come to an end soon enough so she just stopped running when she rushed up to another tall building. Swiftly running to the edge, she jumped off.

"What the--!?" he questioned as she peered over the edge to see there was nobody.

And with that, he was pushed off.

"Trickster: 58, annoying scum: 0!"

=𝕝 𝕠 𝕒 𝕕 𝕚 𝕟 𝕘 . . .=

Vigilante Trickster kills another thief!

"Oh my, look at this, [Y/N]! The vigilante killed somebody again, I wonder when they are going to get caught by the heroes..."

The old lady went on and on as she waved the newspaper in front of her worker's--to be honest she's like her granddaughter--face. With a light chuckle, the employee spoke.

"Calm down, Ms. Ishikawa. I'm starting to see double! Have the flowers been watered yet?"

"Ah, not yet. Could you please water them for me while I set up the shop?"

"Sure, where's the watering can?"

"In the backroom, dear. Have you forgotten?"

"Sly old lady, you know I ask you because it's always never there."

"Haha, you got me! It's beside the counter."

It's not there, that's for sure. Looking to the right you saw a [h/c] haired female with a piercing [e/c] eye staring back at you. The back of her hair was tied into a messy ponytail while her bangs covered your right/left eye.

Averting your gaze to the side of the mirror, a light turquoise watering can laid on top of a long tan brown counter with different varieties of flowers beside it. You reached to take the watering can, retracting your hand for a second before snatching it.

Turning around, you were met with the full view of the flower shop. Light grey drywalls with birch shelves holding up more colorful flowers. There was a small be that would let out a small chime whenever the wooden framed glass door next to the big window in front opens.

The place hasn't changed much since you arrived, still as pleasant and comfy as ever. You'd stand every day at the counter, greeting the few familiar and unfamiliar faces as the walked into the shop with ideas of flowers to buy.