ᴾᴼᴵˢᴼᴺ ᵀᴼᵁᶜᴴ ( Shigaraki x Reader )

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(Y/n)'s pov:

I had called my parents to let them know about the good news. My dad was at work and didn't answer, but my mother did. She was ecstatic and insisted that I had come over to their town to celebrate, but I had to focus on this job for now and told her that it'd be best if we rejoiced later. After some convincing she agreed and also told me she would tell my dad of the good news.

Preparing for U.A. wasn't going to be easy. After all, this was a school where future heroes were created. And my job is going to help protect those future heroes. A hero for a hero. I don't know what to prepare for, though. The man at the interview had said that I needed to know how to fight. I guess if I'm protecting people, I have to know how to protect. I've only ever used my quirk to protect myself. I've never really helped other people. Maybe it'd be best to worry about this later? When I get to the school itself, I can start asking questions.

I began preparing myself to arrive by wearing a nice pair of jeans, a thin purple sweater, and a pair of boots I found in my closet. I'm a bit unclear on the dress code, so it'd be good to wear something slightly nice.

After exiting the rundown apartment, I walked to the nearest bus stop and waited for the next bus to arrive. When it came I boarded nervously. I don't typically get anxious but this job was way out of my league. I went from working the night shift at a convenience store to working at an elite school that trains future heroes. I'm not exactly mentally prepared.

I spent so much thinking that I barely noticed the bus had stopped at my stop. I shakily got off and took a deep breath. I just need to be calm. If I botch this job, I can easily forget that I even had it in a few hundred years. Walking to the school, there were no students on the outside, instead a group of well-dressed adults. These guys must of been the other interns chosen. Counting in my head, there seemed to be ten of them (eleven, if you're including me). 5 men and 5 women that all seemed to be varying between the ages 25 and 50 something. Except one girl who looked to be around my age. She wore jeans like me, a black t-shirt, and black sneakers. Her hair was a bright orange that reached her shoulders and flipped upwards, almost as if it was defying gravity. Her eyes were huge and a blue grey-ish hue that looked glassy. She didn't seem nervous at all. In fact, she almost looked ecstatic. She spotted me staring at her and smiled really big at me. I quickly looked away so I didn't seem like a fucking creep. She didn't seem to care though, as she took it as a cue to walk towards me and interact.

"Wow! I didn't think anyone my age would be here!"

Her voice was very loud and slightly obnoxious. She began to notice that I wasn't going to respond to her, and she took that as a sign for her to talk more.

"In all honesty, I didn't think I would get this job. I mean me- a college graduate with a liberal arts degree, I can barely work as a camp counselor. Anyways, I'm glad to know I can have a friend here considering that you look to be around my age. I'm sorry if I'm being assumptive, I don't typically know when enough is enough. Anyways yet again, the name's Kiyata Yumetaro, what's yours?" She took out her hand in front of me to shake and awaited for my response.

I'm not one to make friends because I know for a fact that I can outlive them and that I'd be sad once they're gone. And emotions are messy and I'd rather not feel them. But it would be nice to have an acquaintance while I'm working here.

I took her hand in mine and shook it, "Hello, I'm (Y/n) (L/n)."

She seemed surprised that I responded, but eventually smiled and started talking again. "Oh my goodness! Your name is so pretty! Can I have it?"

"W-what?!"

"Just kidding! It is a really pretty name though! So, what is this fair maidens quirk?" She inquired in a silly voice.