My Hero Academia Oneshots

ᴍᴀꜱʜɪʀᴀᴏ ᴏᴊɪʀᴏ × ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

{Bunnies - 1}

“Hey,” You shout, poking your best friend in the side to get his attention. He freezes and whips his head in your direction, glaring. “Can you come over after school? I got something to show you.” Your eyes beam.

Ojiro looks to you with a head tilt, grabbing his bag from his locker before slamming it shut. “First, yeah I can. Second, how did you get your stuff already? The bell rang like three minutes ago and your locker is on the other side of the hall.” He asks as he slings his backpack over his shoulder.

With a wave of your hand, you begin to walk towards the exit with a smile. “I always bring my stuff to the room, you know that. Mr. Aizawa doesn’t care as long as I put it in the back by the wall.” You state as you make your way to the exit doors.

Once outside, you and your closest friend began to converse about classes and hero work. It had been the simple things like this that made you feel as though you were walking on air. The boy had been one of your best friends for years, even before UA. You both had quirks that gave you tails, although yours was more animalistic. As cliche as it had been, you had all the abilities of a cat. He thought that it was interesting in junior high, and that’s how the friendship started. You and him were always close, in fact, you told him everything. The both of you were the sort of stereotypical best friends, though you began to notice that things started to change as you both got older.

You arrive at your house, and Ojiro seems to notice the lack of cars in the driveway. “Where are your parents?” His voice seems timid, as if he was nervous.

“Oh, they’re gone because my mom got a job up in Hosu, and my dad is trying to get a job up there, too.” You laugh softly, unlocking your door with a smile. “I think I’m just gonna get a job at the supermarket down the road.” You push the door open and allow Ojiro inside before turning to close and lock it once again.

The blonde boy nods, taking off his shoes. “So, what was this surprise you wanted to show me?” He asks while looking around.

A huge smile crosses your face as you put up a finger to tell him to wait there. Quickly, you run up the stairs with your shoes still on, not thinking much of it. The boy is left puzzled and takes a seat on the couch. Though, a small smile came to his face, thinking about how excited you got when it came to showing or telling him things. A warm hue came to his face as he thinks about you.

“Okay, close your eyes!” You shout from the top of the stairs. A little confused, but willing to humor you, he closes his eyes and smiles. He can hear you coming down the stairs slowly and carefully. “Okay,” she pauses, placing something down on the coffee table, “open ‘em!”

The tailed boy opens his eyes and blinks a little, his eyes noticing two colorful creatures on the small table in front of him. His face lights up with a huge smile as he takes note as to what they are. “You got rabbits?” He asks you, scooting to the edge of the couch as he sees the small balls of fur sniffing curiously around the table.

“Bunnies. They’re still pretty young yet.” You pick up the small white and tan rabbit, kissing it on it’s pink nose. “They’re English Lops.” You say, admiring the small black freckles on its face.

He snorts, petting the rabbit that was still on the table. It seemed to take an interest in him rather quickly. “You’re a dork, and I can’t believe you got rabbits.” You place the small bunny on the table, it being the bigger of the two. “What are their names?”

You rub the back of your neck and sit next to him, rather close. “I dunno, I was just going to use the names that the shelter used, but I don’t really like them.” You pick up the bigger of the two, this one having less tan on it. “This is the male, and his name is Blaze. That one is a girl, and her name is Cutie.” You smile, the rabbit in your lap fussing a little bit. You let it go, allowing it to do as it pleases. It makes a quick hop into Ojiro’s lap, sitting cute and pretty. You make a dramatic gasp and put your hand against your heart. “Traitor.”