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

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The door to [Y/N]'s room creaked open slowly, the figure turning the steel knob peered through the opening before slamming the wooden divider against the wall, prominently waking the sleeping teen up.

"Oi, wake up. You have half an hour until we leave the house," grunted Aizawa.

"That's more time than I thought you would give me, though that would mean I get to the school at 8 o' clock. Class doesn't start until thirty-five minutes after, so I'm assuming I have to chat with the principal?"

Wow, she got that part right.

"Other than that, I need to get to there early either way since I have things to take care of."

He closed the door and left to do whatever while the female deadpanned for a few minutes before standing up and brushing her teeth in the bathroom. She stared at her appearance again for god knows which time, observing the dark circles below her eyes. Splashing her face with water, she put on her contacts due to her terrible eyesight. Some mistakes just can't be undone.

She turned to her closet, the crisp U.A. male uniform entering her view. Yes, she's going to wear the male uniform, ya got a problem? Wearing her socks first like the heathen she is, she slipped her pants on and buttoned her dress shirt. The tie and blazer following after into place.

//it was rushed and I kinda forgot about it lol

"I still look awful, but it's nothing new."

Good morning to herself is what it is. Her hair a mess and her mouth not with the cheeky smile she wore every time she greeted somebody, but a frown she finds herself always showing to her reflection in the mirror. Eyes not glimmering with the same mischief others remember. A sigh escapes her lips as she rustled her hair about, patting the hair covering her hair down firmly.

It's whatever. She walked down the stairs, into the kitchen and poured herself a bowl of cereal and toasted some bread. Taking note of the time she had left, she wolfed down her food and grabbed the food she made for herself from the fridge, along with Dadzawa's. The bentos were made the night before in advance since she wasn't a morning person.

Her caretaker signalled her to get into the car, which she did with her [F/C] school bag over her shoulder. With a thud of the door, they set off to the prestigious school.

The buildings passed in a blur as she sat there, though her face had her worth bashing expression on it, she stared ahead. People minding their own business, heading to work, going home and much more were travelling alongside her, each having their own destination but sharing the same road as her.

A bright glare bounces of U.A's buildings and into her eyes as they enter the highschool, her hands over her forehead and squinting through the sunlight. Hissssss--

"Alright, out of the car and off you go. Don't be late to class."

"Pfft, as if I'd ever even think of arriving later to your homeroom," she sang.