S o m b r a \\ BNHA x Hispanic Reader

4 || U.A.

●3rd POV●

Letting out a tired sigh. You looked up at the door.

'What kind of door is this?'

'Probably someone with a height related quirk. You dumbass'

You scoffed.

Opening the door, you were immediately surround by people.

"You're the one who destroyed that 0 pointer! Oh man, you looked so badass!"

"Didn't you save all of those people in the arena!?"

"Omg! You're so cool!"

One was about to touch your hat. Possibly trying to see your face. You slapped their hand away harshly. Giving them a death glare.

"Don't touch me..." You growled.

They immediately backed away.

"Pendeja..."
(Bitch)
You muttered under your breath.

Scoffing, you made your way to the back. Sitting in one of the light lacking seats, you took out your pillow and took a nap.

Not even 2 seconds later, a hand harshly hit the desk. Causing you to snap your eyes open.

"This is my seat..." A ruff voice stated. You looked up.

It was the boy from the entrance exam. And the same one who you saved.

You didn't answer.

That sure pissed him off...

"EY! LISTEN TO ME!"

He gritted his teeth. He raised his hand up. Ready to slap you.

Before his hand could reach you, you shot up from your desk. Going through him, then hardening your body grabbing his hand and twisting it. Taking a big chunk of his hair, you slammed him to the ground.

*CRACK*

You had cracked both his skull, and the floor.

Sitting on his back, one arm tightly gripping his arms, and the other pulling at his hair.

You scoffed.

"That outta teach you a lesson..."

You let go. His body not moving a muscle. You glared at his body. Your eyes then moving and meeting the gaze of 2, emerald green eyes.

His face held nothing but fear. And even more fear when he saw you looking at him.

Every one was in shock.

You looked back at the blond male.

"Such an idiot..." You muttered under your breath. Venom in your words.

You picked him up. Tossing him over your shoulder. Blood dripping from his forehead.

Walking to a different seat. You sat him down.

You took out a small pocket knife you always keep around, and pricked your finger.

A black liquid oozing from out of the dot.

You hovered your finger over his open mouth. A drop of your presumed blood, dripping down into his mouth. Faint smoke started coming out of his mouth.

You backed away. Removing your hand. The whole room gasped. The blond no longer had blood coming from out of his head. It was healed. All of it.

"If you don't want the same to happen to you,"