The legend goes on... (ghost rider! reader x bnha)

A mission

"You guys are fucking terrible! Except for Bakugou! But he's still fucking terrible as well!" (M/N) shouted through the speakers.

"Why... ugh... are we doing this again?" Ochako wheezed. She, and the whole class were carrying heavy vaults, filled with bricks inside.

(M/N) smiled, sitting on the vault that Ochako was carrying. He looked down at her sweaty form, and smiled. "It's because you guys needed this training, especially you."

The class groaned. Aizawa was watching them, smiling. He turned around, and was met with Toshinori, Midnight, Nedzu, and a task force of people in suits.

"What the hell!?! Why are they here?!!" Aizawa shouted. Nedzu raised his hand. "Relax. After they're done training, I wanted to ask (M/N) and your class something."

Aizawa grumbled, and turned to the training.

"COME ON MOVE!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FIREY PIECE OF SHIT- OW!!!"

"YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU UGLY ASS, DAMNED SPIKEY, MOLDY ASS, HEDGEHOG!"

Everyone sweat dropped.

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(M/N) glared at the officers with guns.

"Hell no-"

They immediately raised their guns, which caused Kirishima, Bakugou, and Todoroki to go in front of him.

"YO WHAT THE FUCK!?!"

"What do you think you're doing!?!"

"This is not manly!"

"Lower the guns boys."

Everyone turned to see a woman. She had long, black hair, tied up in a pony tail, and she wore a very... exposing black suit.

She walked in front of (M/N), and smirked. She traced his body figure up and down, and stared at his blue eyes, chiseled jaw, and soft skin.

She twirled her hair, then decided or strike a "sexy" pose. "So, this is Aizawa's son, huh?"

One of the officers confirmed it. She continued to twirl her hair, and began to bite her lip-

*slap*

"Stop that."

The lady looked up at (M/N) in shock. The others did too. He just scowled at the lady in disgust.

"Patricia Holms. You're supposed to be a Federal Agent from America. Yet here you are, staring at me like a little slut. You should get fired."

The lady known as Patricia, frowned and made a pouty face. She looked up at (M/N) with puppy eyes, but received, yet another slap in the face, which shocked everyone again.

"You just hit a federal agent-"

"And I don't give a damn. You can't arrest me. Only Japan can. You fucking bitch."

Patricia wiped a bit of tears away from her face, and stood up straight. She cleared her throat. "You're tougher than I thought. Good job."

"Yeah shit."

"Anyways. I came here to ask you a request."

"What is it?"

Patricia smirked, and grabbed her bag. She pulled out an orange packet, and gave it to (M/N). He took jt, and opened it, took out the papers, and began to read through it.

"Geez, thanks auntie. Giving me a ton of shit work to do, once again."

The class looked at (M/N) and Patricia. "AUNTIE!?!"