QUIRKY! (MHA x Reader)

S2 Part 12 - Tricks and Pricks

You spent a good chunk of your morning returning calls to your classmates. They all finally heard about the fire at Monarch's. Luckily, Iida had the idea to make it a joint call during class so you didn't have to repeat the story twenty more times.

Doing class work online, thinking about everyone else improving without you, was aggravating to say the least. You had so much to prove, now. In your mind, everyone had the same opinion of you as those nurses from the ambulance.

It brought you back to moments in your childhood... kids saying things like:

"Don't touch her! She's diseased!"

"Get away from us! You can't play with us - you're a freak!"

"My mom says you'll grow up to be a slut."

It didn't improve much before UA. Boys would bully you, secretly curious about your kissing quirk but belittled you out of their own insecurities. Girls were the same, only worse. To this day it was hard for you to connect with female friends, which is why you felt both blessed and intimidated by your classmates.

You could feel Uraraka and Momo's discomfort for a while now. While they were both a lot nicer about it than most girls probably would be, you knew they didn't like you spending so much time with Izuku or Shoto.

If you didn't have this quirk, would guys even notice you? Did it have anything to do with you at all? Or did your stupid pheromones trick everyone?

In truth, that was half the reason you couldn't decide how you felt about anyone. Especially Shinso...

If I never kissed him back then, would he love me now?

Maybe it would be easier for everyone if you were just a monster-slut. Hating you could be easier than trying to accept you.

"Ugh!" You felt so emo you could die, "I need out of here..."

You opened your motel door and greeted Lenny, the particularly box-shaped security man. He gave you a slight nod, but looked weary of what your business would be, "Need something, Miss?"

"Yes. Can I go to a store, or something?" you asked.

"I can get you anything you need," he smiled.

"I don't really need anything, except to go outside..."

"I see. Well," he sighed, "Do you have anything that can help make you look less obvious? Then we can get... ice cream?"

"Yes! Anything!"

You quickly grabbed some some sunglasses and a hoodie, feeling like a celebrity or something, and revealed your disguise to Lenny. He shrugged, "Good enough, I suppose."

It was the early afternoon, a good time to be out and about since most people were still working. It had only been a few days but it felt like weeks since you tasted fresh air.

Lenny stood close, and you didn't realize why until you caught a glimpse at a magazine stand. It looked like a new article, revisiting the sports festival. You didn't want to know what bullshit the writers were creating now, but the little, morbid part of you did.

"It'll pass," was all he said. And you nodded, pushing your sunglasses further into your face.

Lenny knew this part of town it seemed, as he knew exactly where to go. You followed silently, trying to enjoy being normal. When you got to the ice cream stand they had a bit of a line, and Lenny insisted on waiting for him at a nearby bench.