Y/n Is throwing hands, catching feelings, spilling tea and snatching weaves. Oh, yeah! And she's a hero, too.
this story was started in 2019, and is undergoing extreme revamping (as of April 2023). Please excuse errors and *GODAWFUL* relationship dy...
It was three in the morning, and Y/n hadn't slept a wink. The only thing she was glad about was that her quirk didn't totally rely on energy, and knowing her step-father, she knew she would have to use it some time in the day.
Instead of trying to sleep, Y/n decided to go for a run. She dressed in an All Might sports bra and leggings, and began her jog.
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As she was vibing to her favourite tunes, she didn't notice someone trying to get her attention. Something large and furry wrapped around Y/n's torso, startling her. She ripped her earbuds out, ready to yell at the person, only to be met with a slightly familiar face. She almost dropped her phone.
"O-Ojiro-kun! H-Hi!" Y/n blushed, still dangling a few inches off of the ground, thanks to monkey-boy's tail.
"Hello, Y/n-Chan. How have you been doing?" Ojiro asked. Y/n rested her elbow on Ojiro's tail, then balanced her head on her elbow.
"O-Oh, I-I've been ok..." Her sentence trailed off. "Did you make it to UA? I saw you at the exams..."
"Yeah, I did! I'm in 1-A. What about you?" Ojiro blushed at how comfortable Y/n looked .
"W-Well, I guess w-we're in the same class!" Y/n said semi-excitedly. Ojiro placed her back on the ground, and the two started to jog together.
"Great!" The two chatted and ran some more before they said their goodbyes. Y/n felt tired but refreshed in the sense that she had at least two friends in her class.
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Y/n swiped her student ID card at the door before entering the silent school. She arrived a few minutes before, unable to wait (or train) another two hours before leaving for UA.
Entering the large door labelled 1-A by a small sign, she obviously found a deserted classroom. Not even her father was in the building yet. She unpacked what supplies weren't in her locker at her assigned desk, which she discovered thanks to the Itty-Bitty slip of paper with the seat numbers at the front of the classroom.
Y/n became bored after approximately 3.5 seconds of waiting, so what did she do? Steal a pack of chalk and begin to draw on the chalkboard visible at the classroom's front. An hour of work later, Y/n decided to take a break from her masterpiece. She dialed her step-father's phone number.
["Shouta Aizawa"]
"Hey dad"
["Hey, baby! How are you?"]
"Fine" I didn't sound fine. "Are you at school yet?"
["Just leaving the house. Why?"]
"I'm already here, in the classroom. Just wanted to let you know..."
["Why are you there so early? I didn't even know that you weren't at home!"]
"I couldn't sleep, so I just... Came to school..."
["Lame! I even slept, and you know how rare that is."] Y/n smiled at her father's voice.
"Ok, Boomer. I'm going, love you!" The two said goodbye, and Y/n went back to her drawing. She drew an image from a dream she had years ago, on the day her mother had died. The little snap-shot had stayed with her all this time, though it was just random.
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(Creds. To orig. artist!)
Satisfied with her work and full of chalk, Y/n collapsed into her desk chair. She was already dozing off. I guess she was going to get a bit of sleep in, after all.
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Y/n stirred from her slumber, lazily opening one eye. Someone had turned on all of the classroom's lights, and a cliques of people were talking and laughing loudly.
"Oi!" Y/n shouted, attracting some attention. "What time is it?" She asked grumpily. A few whispers could be heard.
"It's the villain from the entrance exam!"
"Wow, look at those bags. She must be tired."
"What a nice round pair of tits!"
Y/n's eyes narrowed at the least comment. She used her quirk to pimp-slap the one who made the comment.
"Fuck off Mineta. Will someone just tell me the gODDAMN TIME?!" Y/n growled, running a chalky hand through her hair.
"It's 8:35, Yama-Chan!" Came a cheerful voice from the door. Izuku Midoriya was immediately bombarded with a crowd of fans. Y/n ignored them, about to go back to sleep, before being approached.
"Hi." Y/n glanced up to see a boy with two different colours of hair. She vaguely wondered if he'd split-dyed it. His expression wasn't really any emotion.
"H-Hi." She muttered in reply.
"Did you draw that?" The boy asked, pointing to the chalk elk on the board. Y/n nodded. "Shoto Todoroki," The boy stuck a hand out for her to shake.
"Y/n yama- I mean, Y/n Fuwa." She shook his hand half-heartedly. The boy raised an eyebrow skeptically. Y/n blurted the first thing that came to mind. "U-Uh, I'm a-adopted, a-and my guardians just let m-me change my na-name..." Todoroki nodded, unconvinced.
"Well, I should sit down, Fuwa-San. Nice to meet you." Todoroki declined his head in a slight bow, and strode past Y/n's seat to sit in the desk behind her. She let her head hit the desktop.
"Fuwa's not even my mother's maiden name..." Y/n mumbled at her stupidity. How could she forget the name she went by for almost a decade? How could she forget about her mother's family branch? About the L/n's?
"I'm Aizawa Shouta, your homeroom teacher." A lazy voice penetrated Y/n's muttering session. She looked up and smiled at her step-dad. Todoroki noticed her change in posture and aura, as did a certain blonde.
"It took you eight whole seconds to shut up. That's not good enough." Aizawa continued, rustling in his yellow sleeping bag. He pulled out a tracksuit. "Put these on and head out to the fields. We're having a test."
