Lucky Girl (BNHA OC Fanfic)

1 // Grumpy Beginnings

Hey, just a heads up before you read, this story is discontinued but I've decided to publish it again because I put a lot of effort into it and it got a bit of attention.
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This story is (kinda, sorta, almost) oc x Canon and I completely understand if you don't like that sort of thing. I'm not saying that "my oc is the only true love of these characters" because it's not true (not even in the plot), you are free to ship them with whoever you like. Just please don't hate on this book. Also this story contains sexual references, underage drinking and swearing. I'm following the manga so spoilers. Have fun.

Luck. Something I've always had. It's part of me and I'm not ever going to escape it, which might sound strange because wouldn't you think that being lucky would be a good thing? Don't get me wrong, for the most part it is. For me. But for others, it doesn't really matter, the universe wants to help me and me alone apparently.

I'd rather have a flashy quirk, yanno, one that's for show and strong and shit. When I was little I was desperate for a fire quirk. They're so fucking cool. Wait no. They're not cool in the slightest. They're... hot? No, that has different connotations. Ugh I'm getting off track.

Luck sounds pretty neat on paper, but despite being stuck with it all my life, I have very little control over what actually happens, the universe just makes shit happen in my favour. There's not really any scientific explanation for this in any way, shape or form. Doctors have failed constantly to come up with some kind of explanation, hell, at first they thought I was quirkless.

Luck is incredibly useful for sneaking past people and being quick, always on the go and avoiding people that want to attack me.

So how the fuck have I ended up in a crowded cafe at ten in the morning?

I drill my finger nails into the table as a small girl with dark brown hair and blue eyes scoops baked beans off of her plate. I agreed to get her breakfast in a cafe or a pub or somewhere once a month when we started the whole thing, but she's learnt to drag it on so we can avoid moving again.

I've been sat here watching a five year old try to eat every single bean off of her plate for fifteen minutes. It's been almost an hour since we walked through the cafe door and I've had three cups of coffee and I have no money left.

"Aiko." I spit in a cold tone, gaining the child's attention. "I think you've finished." I say finally as the girl picks up the plate and licks it. She makes dead eye contact with me before proceeding the clean the plate.

I squint at her in annoyance but I don't blame her, I would probably do the same in her shoes. I feel bad for her being dragged out her with me when she has so much potential.

She resembles me. We have the same hair colour and she has three triangles under her left eye, getting smaller as they get closer to her nose. The outer one is black, the middle one is crimson and the one near her inner eye is red. She wears a dark brown skirt with straps and a white t-shirt and her hair in half up half down pigtails. She's very cute, slightly creepy when she has her mask on.

She wears a pure white mask that has two "devil horns" poking out if either side, the one on the left has black splashed at the tip and the one on the right has red splashed at the tip. She got that from me.