Days passed in the blink of an eye. Soon, Class 1-A was on the bus in front of the place that will present them with their next challenge. The ride was so tense one would cut it with a knife. They stepped off the bus, costumes in hand and ready to get their licenses. Everyone was pretty much silent, making small talk to ease their nerves.
That was until they ran into their competition. They were quite...weird to say the least.
Aizawa was making sure everyone was ready to head in when he heard the devil calling his name.
???: Erasure! Erasure! Is that you?!
Y/N immediately perked up. He recognized the voice, and could barely keep his chuckles to himself as he saw the look on Aizawas face.
Walking towards Aizawa was Miss Joke. A perky and cheerful woman with green hair and a rather beautiful figure.
Miss Joke: I saw ya on TV at the Sports Festival, but its been forever since we bumped into each other like this.
Aizawa's face was one that made Y/N fall to his knees, slamming his clenched fist in inner laughter.
Miss Joke: C'mon. Let's get hitched!
Aizawa: No.
Y/N fell over on his back, unable to hold his laughter in.
Y/N: AHAHAAHAA!!! AIZAWA! BUHWAAA!!!! YOUR FACE!!!! SOMEONE KILL ME!!!
Y/N immediately got out his phone, taking pictures of Aizawas face.
Y/N: THAT! Is your new contact pic. Woo...
Y/N, now feeling better, proceeded to head to the bathroom. He just got a glare from Aizawa as he let him know where he was headed. He headed inside the building, quickly looking for an employee. Once one was located, he asked and headed over to the nearest bathroom. He casually walked into the toilet, before letting out a long and agonizing barf. After getting it out of his system, he washed his hands. He looked at himself in the mirror, noticing his eye bags were more noticeable than usual.
Y/N: I going to take a long ass nap when this was over.
He grabbed his suitcase before heading out. He noticed everyone was already inside and was currently being told what the fuck was happening. Y/N quickly went into a dressing room, putting on his new costume. It was different from his old one in a few ways. Even a few new features, though those would be explained another time.
He worked his way through the crowd until he saw a familiar bush of pink hair with horns sticking out of it.
Mina: You okay? You look kinda...dead.
Y/N: Just haven't been sleeping right these past few days. I'll be fine.
As Y/N was busy waving a death flag, the test coordinators were starting handing out the targets and balls that would be used for the test. After getting a brief explanation from Mina, Y/N got his target and balls. He placed one on his left chest, and the other two on his arm.
Class 1-A agreed to stay together for the most part. Most expected Y/N to stay with Mina until...
Y/N: I'm going to be doing my own thing, Mina.
Mina: Hm? I mean, that's fine. But...
Y/N just flicked the pink girl on her forehead, causing her to let out a small whine.
Y/N: This is a test remember? Aizawa told me to not interfere with the rest of you guys. Don't worry, I'll see you later.
Y/N gave his farewell to the rest of Class 1-A before heading to another corner of the room. He kept his attention on Mina for a moment, before turning in another direction. His face went from his usual carefree look to a rather serious one.
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A Spirits Wind(My Hero Academia x Male Reader)
FanfictionY/N L/N doesn't care about heroes or villains. And could care less about most people. And to his discomfort he always seems to have the spotlight on him thanks to his super strong quirk. This is not the story of a hero, rather of one about a shut i...
