T R I C K S T E R [BNHA x Reader]

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"This is a good improvement, Trix!"

The ex vigilante has been training under Camo and well yeah, that's all. Camo makes her do a shit ton of physical workout and has been pleasantly surprised by her not too shabby physique. Aside from training, she's been silently trying to do some stuff to make the uncharacteristically unamused teen revert to not depression.

She does feel better though and appreciates the effort from Camille, but she just doesn't have enough energy to be all smiles at the moment. Lying is tiring and she's out of battery. Stuffing the sugar glazed donut into her mouth, they played Smack Sisters on the Mintengo Swap the pro hero owned. Side B. Side B. ZL, A, Long A, Side B. Down B.

"Game!"

"You suck lol."

"Nah fam, I spit."

"Ew but respect."

Kirishima sent her some texts and photos from the agency he interned at, which put a tired smile on her face. His shark-toothed grin was radiating child-like innocence and she really wanted to mush his chweeks togethwer aghhh... But she also got some messages from the girls in her class, asking her if she'd like to hangout with them after internships.

She replied with: 'Do you actually want to hang out with a serial killer? I know being bad is kinda hot and all but really?'

She was sure she scared em off with that.

"Cammmmmmm--"

"Sup?"

"I want to sleeeeeep! Training is dumbbb...and I feel like shit."

The mentioned brunette walked over to her and smacked the sleep-deprived female on the head, shaking her lethargic figure as if it would give her more energy. She just slumped down further into the couch, sinking into its warm embrace. The past few days have been exhausting and she just wants to drift into a long dream. 

Sitting up, she grabs the coffee mug and chugs down the pure black coffee, the warm liquid coating her tastebuds as she hums in delight. Half lidded eyes staring at nothing in particular then standing up again and stretching preparing herself for another round of hell.

"Fineee, bring it on."

She cracked her knuckles.

---

The female never really wanted a life like this, quite frankly. If anything, she wanted to be part of the entertainment scene, perhaps performing tricks without the use of her quirk. Or maybe she could just settle down and open a restaurant. She did have a knack for cooking and such.

Her time at the flower shop also made her like botany more, perhaps she would've started a coffee and tea shop surrounding the idea of flora. She would bake some cakes and pastries while the fragrant aroma of coffee beans and tea leaves wafted throughout the café.

But the impact of losing everything so fast made her feel like there was nothing else she could lose, she didn't want to be so depressed and down all the time, it reminded her too much of Mizuko on the inside. So instead, she decided to leave the house of his parents, wanting them to not carry the burden of taking care of her.

She started to crack jokes at her own self, laughs trying to block out the inner chaos so she could live carefreely. Killing off villains that would get in the way of other's happiness, because they deserved to have their happiness like everybody else. Villains were like, more open bullies to her. They rain down on people's parades just because they had mommy or daddy issues they couldn't consult their therapists with because "they wouldn't understand".