Y/n was a regular student with a regular life, well, that's what her classmates at UA thought of her. Y/n was a student who attended UA High, but her life outside of school was the complete opposite. Y/n worked with the League of Villains. When the...
Sweat rolled down your forehead as you gasped for air between steps. Running down the hallways, you pushed past students as your long coat fluttered behind you.
You hastily pushed open a set of doors, revealing the small principal at his desk.
"Ah! Miss (Y/l), what can I do for you?" Nezu said warmly. He could see that you were distressed but kept a calm tone so it could hopefully rub off on you.
"Data! Anything! Why am I leaving UA?!" You shouted.
"Hm, let's see. The email says that you're moving due to person family matters. I'm sorry that you feel this way, your parents must have not broke the news to you yet." He smiled awkwardly.
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"Yeah.... they must plan on telling me when I get home..." You muttered, staring at the floor.
Without giving Nezu a chance to respond, you walk out his office, slowly pacing back to your use-to-be lab. Everybody was still there when you arrived but your lips were sealed. A large swollen mesh of anger, hatred, and despair had formed inside you, all you wanted was to be consoled, and you hadn't had that in years.
Your friends watched in painful silence as you picked up your school bag and threw it over your shoulder. You saw the prosthetic arm that you requested from Power Loader and shoved it in a box, then proceeded to stack them in your arms. Without a thank you or goodbye, you left UA, and you never planned to return.
Your eyes expressed your hollow shell, your pupils clouded with confusion and despair. Kicking open the door to the hideout, you walked without saying anything and took your luggage to your lab. You didn't know what to do or how to feel, you knew Shigaraki was behind everything. You knew that after your outburst yesterday, there's no way he would allow you to go anywhere. But that didn't stop you, you used to respect him but all of that was gone. He was nothing like the leader you expected him to be and you knew for sure that there were better places to be.
Walking to your safe, you shoved your "final product" and the antidote in your bag. You also managed to slip in some items that held great sentimental value as well as some very important experiments that you've been working on. Yes, you planned to run away, you didn't know for how long or when you'd return but you did know where you were planning to go.
"What do you plan on doing, problem child?" You heard an almost raspy voice speak from the door. It was Dabi, and he was standing near the door. It was odd because he never really came down here.
"Leaving. Tomura is the last person I want to share a roof with." You hiss, slinging your stuffed bag over your shoulder and grabbing the prosthetic arm. It was cool to the touch under the pads of your finger tips.
"I'm not stopping you, chapped lips is a pain in the ass but-" He trailed off, hearing foot steps, you turned around. Dabi placed his hand onto your head and scruffed your hair.
