That's Life (BNHA x Reader)

Chapter One

RIIIINNNNNGGGGG. RIIIINNNNNGGGGG. RIIIINNN- Without opening her eyes, the young girl sluggishly reached over to turn off your alarm. This is the tenth time that damned noise had blasted the poor girl's eardrums. To make it even worse, it was now the latest time she could get up at. The (h/c) haired girl reluctantly dragged herself out of bed as she knew that even a minute more would lead to another day of being late. Quickly throwing on some black leggings and a (f/c) thermal, she finished her morning routine. Massaging her eyes, she had instantly wished that the snow previously on the ground would just disappear as it felt like a fuzzy sock and croc kind of day. It truly was a real shame that her quirk wasn't weather control, hell she'd even take just flame as a quirk right now. A ding brought the (e/c) eyed girl's attention back from daydreaming of crocs and fuzzy socks, but she really wish it didn't. To her dismay, it was her advisor. He requested a meeting with the girl later. While staring at her phone, (y/n) saw the time and well, shit. Throwing on her black snow boots like it was a race, she zipped them up, slung her burnt orange book bag onto her back, and grabbed a checkered lanyard. After letting out a gorgeous golden retriever, Bugga, she jumped right into her sleek black 2019 Ford Focus. While waiting for her windows to defrost, (y/n) quickly shuffled through playlists till she had found the right one for your mood: gloomy. Since the girl wasn't completely up yet, she thought that it was best to listen to soft acoustic songs rather than any loud pop ones. (Y/n) was quite happy when she was able to finally see out of the windows, however that feeling quickly vanished. It was now time for her to leave for class.

Although the drive to class was only about 20 minutes, (y/n) still had to leave 30 minutes early to give herself enough time to actually get to class. After the 20 minute long commute, which consisted of softly singing (and possibly some road rage, who's to say?) the girl scoured the lots for the best space. It took a little longer than usually as her first class started at 9:30 today and the lot closest to the building their class was held in was pretty filled. Thankfully (y/n) found a good spot, parked, and rushed to class. With only 4 minutes to spare she felt a little rushed as she was usually left with 15 minutes. The snow had really kicked her ass a lot more than she originally had thought. Criminal Psychology seemed to be extra boring today, and the girl genuinely thought that her professor was insane. After Criminal Psych, she trudged herself over to the building that held her next class, Differences in Heroics Around the World. Luckily for her, it's taught in the building right next to the one she was currently at. After getting there, (y/n) sat down in class, conversed a little bit with the person beside her, and mentally prepared herself for yet another boring lecture. Lucky (y/n). Staring at her phone, she jerked a little when she had heard a loud bang, and felt a rush of air. An older man styled in a black suit adorned with grey hair barged in, and set his briefcase on the desk. His brash voice pierced the air, "Pass your papers on America v.s. Japan heroics up. We are going to spend the week discussing on what you wrote. Next week the paper on America v.s. Canada heroics is due. The following week is going to be review for the final, which is the week after." Silence fell in the classroom. Absolutely no one was excited for finals week. The professor, who (y/n) still did not know the name of (even though the semester was almost over) cut the air again with, "What were some of the main differences that occurred to you while doing the research?" A couple hands raised, but must of the room stayed still. "Yes," he looked at a female with cold blue eyes to show that she was allowed to talk. "One thing I found completely different was the education system," her light voice echoed throughout the classroom. The professor seemed to notice that that was all she was going to say, so he stepped in, "Of course. Can you explain that for everyone?" The women looked a bit annoyed, knowing damn well that everyone in the room already knew what she was going to say, but nevertheless continued on, "Well for starters, in Japan, they train to be heroes during what is their high school years. Here, people are in training to become heroes during their college years. Only the elites that are, uhhh, actually extremely skilled and intelligent get to do the vigorous training through a dual enrollment program. Only 40 high school students throughout the entire United States get to actually get ahead and train to become heroes. Not only that, but there is only one hero school in America, while there are hundreds in Japan." The professor looked happy with her answer, and added, "Heroes are so plentiful in Japan, while here in the U.S. there is a max cap of 70 pros. Not everyone that graduated can become a pro as we all know, and quite a lot of failures here leave the country to pursue being a hero else where. I expect that some of you in here will be doing the same. There is definitely a lot less stress over in Japan. Here at Rising Valley University (RVU) we pride ourselves on being completely elite. Being the only hero school in America is a big accomplishment, but we should never forget any of our other fantastic programs. Just out of curiosity, is there any dual enrollment students here with us? I know that this is a prerequisite for our hero majors." Only the (h/c) haired girl raised their hand. No shock to her of course. There aren't many dual enrollment heroes out there. "This is the first student all day! Please explain the program to the rest of the class and me. I am very curious about why the university seems to be so hush hush on their high schoolers!" the professor exclaimed gleefully. Looking at the professor's grin, the girl sighed, and began to explain, "There are only a few of us. Like stated before, only 40 get in, and out of those 40, only about 5 become pro-heroes. The other 35 become sidekicks or government officials like the rest of those that don't make it to the 70. I unluckily didn't live close to campus, like a lot of the others, and was forced to rent a house nearby (as our university doesn't have dorms). I had to switch high schools, and I now go to Sonners High (which is 10 minutes away from your house, and you actually pass it on the way to the university) instead of (your high school name) which is (however far away you live from upstate New York). The only time I actually go to the high school is when I have any after school activities that I want to continue doing. I take everything, and do everything that a regular hero student does. To get in, I had to do rigorous testing, both physical and mental. We also had to take these tests that dealt with our instincts and planning. It was a lot, but I got to where I am now with a lot of training and hard work." The professor seemed really intrigued and asked, "Can you tell me, what is your rank for the dual enrollment program, as well as the whole program?" (Y/n) gave him a blank stare before saying, "I am second for the overall university, and first for the program." He gave a nod, and continued his class with, "What were some other differences betw-" The (h/c) girl droned out the rest. This class was a complete drag most of the time.

After class ended, she grabbed her items and hiked halfway across campus to get to the Services Center. Their advisor (he only works with those in the dual enrollment program) had hastily scheduled an appointment with her for 8 minutes after her last class ended, leaving the girl with vague details. When she got to his office, she rapped her knuckles on his door. He called her in with his youthful smile, and voiced "(y/n)! It's nice to see you. How's your classes going?" The hero in training gave him a toothy smile while responding with, "Classes are going great! I finally got adjusted to the major workload difference." His thin lips turned up even more, and he put his hand through his light brown hair, messing up the gel that originally was there. "UA in Japan has asked us to house, and teach their hero course students here at RVU, while the other course students go to a more fitting school. The board talked it over, and think it's best if the high school students house with the other high school students. In order to do this, we need all of the students, and their parents' on board, as there are the same amount of students in each course at both schools. A female student would be staying with you of course. She would have all the same classes as you to make it easier for transportation sake. RVU is willing to pay for the semester that they are here for, as well as transportation. This includes, books, gas, bus tickets, as well as the course cost. UA is willing to pay you a $2,500 every month they are here, to help with food, and rooming costs. They are really pushing for this to happen next semester—spring semester— as that is when they are going to be on summer vacation in Japan. They may be rooming with you after the semester is over, as UA is worried of another League of Villains attack, and deem it unsafe for the students. I've already confirmed it with your parent, and they faxed me their papers of approval. All I need now is your signature," his fruity voice (which sounded like godsend) contradicted with his words. (Y/n) was disappointed, but knew she couldn't not accept. She gave a fake smile, signed the papers, and said, "Yes, of course. When will I get more information on my partner?" the advisor grinned even more (if that was possible), and informed her that it will be emailed to her half way through winter break. With that, she got up, and hiked back towards her black car.