Boku No Hero Academia One Shots [Book 2]

Tsunagu Hakamata ღ Best Jeanist

Requested by: xXSephyreXx

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"The way you used your quirk was so cool!" Your electric-blonde classmate yelled, trying to break through the crowd of people surrounding you.

Flashing him a smile, you responded, "Thanks! I was trying to impress someone!"

He wiggled his eyebrows. "Aww, I always knew you liked me! Well, I guess it can't be helped; I am irresistible."

"Not you, you dolt." Jirou countered, rolling her eyes in mock disgust. 

"One of the pros. Best Jeanist, to be specific."

At the first mention of his alias, your face began to ripen like an apple, crimson patches masking your usual (s/c) complexion. During the Sports Festival, you had attempted to appeal to that particular hero's interests. Essentially being made of clay, your skin could be torn off and moulded into various objects, including animals. It always reformed straight away, unless you used too much. Although you hadn't won the event, you did come rather (painfully) close to defeating a certain hot-headed classmate. By hacking at the soft flesh of your stomach, you were able to successfully model a wolf on the warpath. It attacked your peer, but, despite its stature and sturdiness, Bakugou still managed to blow a few holes through it. Unbeknownst to you, the fashionable hero was in fact amongst the sizable congregation, watching with extreme intrigue. Those shimmering emerald orbs were completely captivated with every little movement, each flick of your hair.

You were unique, and it was evident in your wondrous display. The pro hero observed you flitting around the stage, creating objects to aid in your pursuit of the top place. Although it was already obscuring his mouth, Tsunagu pulled his costume up further, holding it in place so that nobody could bear witness to his bemused expression. He had never before seen anything like you, and he wanted to savour the moment as best he could. His normally complacent blonde hair prickled with excitement and apprehension. Reaching into his pocket, he grabbed a small notebook, and proceeded to write your full name, class, quirk, and any additional information he could immediately find. He decided that you were a good choice - someone he could help nurture, help tame. The concept was surely dangerous, but given your genetic makeup (that is to say, you were basically inhuman), he figured it wouldn't be considered overly scandalous.

Giving a discreet shake of his head, he tried to abolish the thoughts. What was he imagining? Even though you appeared so different, you likely still had the heart (and the body) of a sixteen-year-old. However, he was extremely stubborn, to a fault, and his brain wouldn't allow any diversions. So, instead, he began drawing up scenarios for you to overcome, as a sort of initiation test. He wondered if you would be willing to work for him full-time, or if you would rebel, desiring your very own hero agency. He, for a reason unknown to him, desperately wished for the former. After spending a solid chunk of time studying your less-than-flesh form, he realised that people were finally rising from their seats.

The UA Sports Festival had officially ended.

"Oh yeah, I forgot you liked him. So? Are you gonna go for his hero office? He did put a request in for you, right?" Kaminari pressed, only serving to embarrass you further.

"Yeah..." You swallowed "He did..."

Your purple-haired friend snickered. "Then you have to take it! This could be your big chance!"

Just as you were resigning yourself to this fantastic fate, the violet menace struck violently, like a cricket bat: "You might get some dick!"

[Word Count: 596]