Try Me, Bitch |BnHA| |Reader Insert|

Y/n: Naming

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Letting out a yawn, you shoved the donut into your mouth and swallowed it whole.
The donut was Author's, but you'd deal with the consequences later.
It was pouring out, but your dumbass didn't bring an umbrella. You also were in no rush, so you were completely soaked.

'It's like taking a shower with clothes on.' You thought, letting out a giant burp and almost vomiting up the donut.
Once you made it to school, you walked up to your locker and began peeling off of your clothes—underwear included.
Everyone stopped to stare at you, some in disgust, others in embarrassment, and little in awe.
You pulled out a box—still stark naked—and unfolded a new uniform. You began to change into it.
When you were done, you turned. Everyone was staring at you. Some had blushes, others had nosebleeds, and most were shocked.

"What? That's what we did in prison."
They walked away.
You shrugged and made your way to your classroom.

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"Oh, L/n!" Ashido bound up to you. "Congratulations on winning! I bet you were recognized the most, yeah?"
You smiled sheepishly at her.

"Actually, no one even looked at me." You rubbed the back of your neck and laughed. "Probably because they didn't expect me to win. Or that they didn't want to."

"That's totally unfair!" Ashido exclaimed, her cheeks puffing out. "You won fair and square!"

"Yeah, yeah!" Kirishima popped into the conversation. "You were awesome!"

"Hehe, thanks you two," you said, "But it doesn't really matter to me. It's really no different from before the Sports Festival."

"That's unfortunate. You have a really versatile quirk," Asui said. You shrugged and sat in your seat. Yaoyorozu glanced at you, but that was it.
The door slid open and revealed Aizawa.

"Morning," he said.

"Good morning!" Everyone else replied.

"Wassup motherfucker."

"... L/n."

"Sorry, wassup fatherblesser."

"Besides that, we're having a special hero informatics class today," Aizawa said.

'Oh no... if it's a drug test I'll fail.' You leaned over to Todoroki.

"Psst. Can you piss in a cup and give it me?"

"What?"

"Never mind you don't belong in the hood."

"Code names," Aizawa said, "You'll be coming up with hero names."
Everyone cheered. Aizawa activated his quirk and they settled it down.

"This is related to the pro hero draft picks I mentioned the other day," he explained, "The drafts begin in earnest in the second and third years, after students have gained experience and can become immediate assets to the pros.

"In other words, for them to extend offers to first years like you shows that they are interested in your future potential. These offers are often cancelled if that interest dies down by graduation."
Your lips moved to one side of your face.

'Of course. Only interested until they're of no longer use to them... like porn stars and presidents.'

"So we'll have to prove ourselves once we get picked, huh?" Hagakure said.

"That's right," Aizawa replied, "And here are the totals for those with offers." He turned  and pressed a button.

Class A No. of Offers