Silent is a wish (BNHA X OP READER)(ON HIATUS/REVAMPING)

5 - Y/n's Anger Issues (E)

"You two know the rules," All Might's booming voice echoed over building #2's gravelly loudspeaker, crackling through the terse air. "Any violation results in disciplinary action the way myself and Principal Nezu deem appropriate."

The two students barely acknowledge the threat, fingers twitching at their readied sides. Teeth bare, knuckles pop, aching to crack against skin and concrete. Y/n makes the barest attempt at a nod.

"L/n, you'll be classified as Villain. Bakugou, you'll be her Hero counterpart. Shake hands." All Might commands, making both parties raise their hackles. Y/n is the first party to step forward, begrudgingly extending one stiff arm in front of him. Bakugou grits his teeth, his own calloused hand slipping out to engulf hers, clammy and slick with sweat. A shiver buries itself in Y/n's spine at the feeling, but she sets her jaw, giving his hand a singular jerk before wrenching from his grip.

"Good luck." She grits out, stepping back to her original position. Bakugou responds with a grunt, brows pushing together in disdain.

"Your thirty second countdown begins now. Bakugou, exit the building until the timer sounds. Best of luck to both of you." The starchy echo of All Might's voice fades along with Bakugou's form. Y/n watches him slinking back into the bright afternoon sun.

The young girl's expression slips back to neutrality. She inhales, drawing in the familiar cold of her quirk, frosty lead weighing down her arteries. With under thirty seconds to create a plan, Y/n decides to use her quirk. She presses her hand to the cold concrete wall, trailing her flesh across the dusty surface until her breath catches in her throat. A weak spot. A gap.

Y/n breathes deeply and hums, closing her eyes as she steps forward into the familiar humidity of the Gap.

The Gap is always sweltering, always the dark navy of a star-dotted sky, always eerily silent. Y/n opens her eyes, taking a moment to turn and survey the wrinkled veil of the doorway she'd entered through pitifully weaving itself back together. Gaps were how she'd gotten around for as long as she could remember. They were how she'd sneak up on her parents as a child, how she'd hide from her mother's anger, how she'd make it anywhere on-time.

Gaps, as she so-fittingly named them, were weak points between the timeline and the absence of matter. The Void, she mused, smiling to herself. Y/n's quirk allowed her to sense weak points by touch, her senses aptly tuned in to the normally unnoticeable texture and temperature difference. The young girl possesses the ability to split Gaps for long enough to push objects or body mass into the Void safely. Doing so pauses time in the area long enough for the fabric of time to effectively reseal the gap behind her.

Y/n shoves a gloved hand into the small, healing gap, spider-silk tendrils attempting to crawl over her skin to seal it. She ignores the unfamiliar, cold slide of thread against skin and leather in favor of thinking of a plan. She scours the Void, looking for the tell-tale pinprick of grey in the navy nothingness indicating a close-by Gap. She pulls her fist from the constricting crater and trots over to inspect. This Gap was a few floors up, right where she'd hoped.

"Perfect." Y/n muses, already reaching out to tear at the veil.

She steps back into time with another deep breath, shaking flimsy grey fibers from her gloved hand with a scoff. Now all she had to do was wait for the "hero" to show his face.

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Y/n smells it before she sees it. Thick black tendrils of smoke snake their way under the sealed door, filling the room with suffocating ease.

"What the hell?" Y/n wonders aloud, pushing herself up from her position leaning against the far wall. She inhales a mouthful of acrid smog and coughs, pressing the lower half of her face into her sleeve as her eyes start to water. Her hand burns when she touches the knob of the door and she yelps, cursing as she watches the skin wrinkle from the trauma. "Basic fire safety, Y/n," she mutters, pressing her good hand to the hot wood of the door.