What is Normal for the Spider is Chaos for the Fly (Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader)

Prologue

'A fly is nothing, yet it creates loathsomeness.'

 Outside of the mask, you were a fly. A plain fly that was often overlooked. When you weren't overlooked, you were an annoyance. A presence that everyone would much rather have gone. Someone that everyone else could barely stand.

Of course, no one actually said this, but you were very aware of how they rolled their eyes when you entered a room, or how they made an effort to end any conversation with you as quickly as possible. If they even joined in conversation to begin with.

Often, you wondered why no one seemed to stand your presence. You were too withdrawn and quiet to be annoying, and far too plain to stand out.

Was it because you were quirkless? A part of the twenty percent of the population who wasn't blessed with a natural, biological power?

You had gotten bullied for it in the past...

Shame and ridicule cast down on you by peers your age, who were so much greater because they could do things you couldn't.

You had never been particularly bitter about it, though. You didn't treat others harshly because of your own past abuse, and you tried not to immediately assume that anyone who spoke to you would look down on you like you were nothing more than an insect.

Frankly, you didn't think being quirkless should be enough to generate so much contempt.

Your life wasn't all bad. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise that you lacked friends for most of your life. You had a ton of time to yourself when you weren't doing homework, time that you used utilizing your talent for tinkering. Creating. Inventing.

Your parents often joked that that was your quirk. Your special little power. The ability to make cool and unique tools from a few odds and ends.

That's why you applied to the U.A. once you heard that they were now accepting quirkless kids. They had a Department of Support, and with your skills and excellent grades, making it in shouldn't be too difficult.

And you were right.

The written exam was difficult, but since you had begun studying for it near the end of your last year in Grade school, you were able to answer the questions accurately. Then came the interviews for the Support Department. To figure out what exactly those wanting to enter would be bringing to the table.

You knew instantly that the interviewers were not expecting much the moment they saw you enter the room.

But you surprised them, when you took out the pieces of your most interesting invention and assembled it expertly to prove it was your own, and then demonstrated how it worked. They were impressed, and you were fairly certain you would make it in when you saw their jaws drop in awe.

The letter came, and the recording included inside informed you that you had indeed made it in.

It was a happy day for you. Going out with your parents for your favorite dinner added to your joy, and you remained bright and cheery until you entered the doors of the U.A. for your first day of High school.

Most students didn't spare you a glance, even if they had no idea who you were. You didn't care. At least the chances of anyone you knew being here would be incredibly slim.

The walk to 1-H was nerve-wracking though. Hopefully, you would be unnoticed and unbothered. Even though isolation wasn't the greatest thing in the whole world, it was what you were used to. What you preferred.

You were too lost in your thoughts to pay much attention to your surroundings, and were snapped out of them when your shoulder collided with someone else's.

"Sorry!" You apologized, ducking your head. "I wasn't exactly looking--"

"Pay more attention next time," A deep voice responded, cutting you off. It was attractive, and you found yourself looking up to see who the owner was.

Oh.

Him.

Hitoshi Shinsou.

Just when you were thinking that you wouldn't meet anyone you previously knew.

If he remembered you, he didn't show it. He just gazed down at you with half-lidded eyes and barely concealed annoyance.

"I'll try. I'm sorry," You replied, before stepping around him and continuing your way through the halls.

Your relationship with Shinsou was...complicated.

You two were not close at all during your first year in Grade School, and hardly knew anything about the other aside from rumors and brief spoken encounters.

You had been attracted to him. He was cute and determined when it came to his goals, and he never showed any signs of disgust when you spoke to him.

When you heard he was being bullied for his quirk, you had talked to him, telling him that you thought he and you were pretty similar, trying in your own way to relate to him and support him.

That must have offended him greatly, though, because his reply was a snappy, venom-filled, "I'm nothing like you."

And then he refused to talk to you for the rest of the semester, and then you moved, never to see him again until now.

Even now, you couldn't decide if you were still upset about that or not.

What you did know, though, was that you didn't really want to interact with him. No, there was no time for childish crushes you didn't even feel anymore. All you needed to focus on was school.

You finally neared the 1-H door. You stared up at the huge door, took a breath, and entered.