Reader X BNHA

01 Aspiring Journalist

Ashley here! So this is mah first Reader fanfic and I really need some critiscm or else I'll die of insecurities and doubts. Uhm yeaah- enjoy?!

You were a journalist.

"(L/N)! Hand over that news article! We'll need it for our assignment!" Cherry all but screamed at you. Grumpily, you stood up making your way to the shelf. It was currently the period of 'Hour of Truth'. It was the class where you all basically try to make a scoop. There were multiple parts of the press;

The TV crew, Writing team, Collaborative Team, Broadcasting Team, and of course, the Editorial Board. You were in the writing team. Specifically, the Editorial News. It was another day of writing and more screaming coming from your seniors. "Alright Alright!" You dragged yourself and stretched a bit. All that sitting and writing made you really stiff. A few joints made a crack and you cringed.

Taking the news article, you handed it over to your Editor-in-Chief. Honestly, she was a little bitch.

"Finally!" She huffed. The pink headed bitch was typing really fast on her keyboard. In all honesty, she was really talented and skilled. Her voice, flexibility, and most importantly her writing.

You plopped back down on your chair and continued writing. It was 2 pages already and it almost reached the limit.

After the 1 hour, you passed your work and decided to head home. Whistling some tunes, you noticed a blonde scrawny man on the way. You almost turned the corner before you stopped yourself.

"Young Midorya! Will you accept?" A bushed hair boy seed to be crying. Deciding that it was none of your business, you turned the corner. You used a different path to head home, not really wanting to disturb their dramatic scene. Honestly, what happened though??

Stopping at your house, you plopped your things down on the couch, and cooked your dinner. Your house was empty and pretty lonely, having your parents away really didn't help either.

Not allowed to have pets or any type of board games and entertainment, you never really grew up in the presence of other children. Turning yourself into that one anti-social kid in the back of the classroom.

Gobbling your (Favourite Dessert) up, you head to the living room and took your writing gear out, writing essays and homework. After you finished, you head out.

I'll buy some (favourite cold drink) at the store. It's pretty hot in my house.

You rode to the nearest 7-11 and stopped there. Huh. It's that blonde dude again. He was sitting near the glass wall. He was eating some instant noodles and looked out of the clear glass like some music video. The tables were pretty occupied as there was a sale, and his was the only one available.

"Mind if I sit here?" His head snapped to your direction. Geez. Chill. "A-ah! Um, yes! Of course!"

You plopped your stuff down and went to the cashier. You bought some slush and (favourite cold drink). "I know you probably don't want it, but here." You pushed the strawberry slushy towards the scrawny man. He looked surprised. "F-for me?" You rolled your eyes and smirked. "No! Not at all! Definitely not for you!" He thanked you and he started a conversation. Despite being anti-social, you were still kind hearted.

You talked with the blonde dude. He was pretty nice. He looked around his 40s or so. "Got any kids?" You never really knew how to hold a conversation with someone that age. It was the only topic you knew they liked to talk about.

He scratched his cheek nervously. "Actually, no. But I am planning to handle kids later on... as a teacher that is! So it might be pretty difficult for me." You blinked. He's a teacher?

"Ah, okay. So where will you be teaching? If you don't mind me asking of course." You actually had an essay due tomorrow talking about the point of view of teachers on heroes, so this would definitely help you. He visibly froze for a second which made you raise a brow.

"I actually... have to teach at UA! I have to assist some teachers as a substitute! Most of them are pro heroes, so they need some help. I'll be the replacement teacher when they leave for hero work." You nodded slurping on your drink.

You finished drinking it and placed it back down on the table. "Huh. Nice. How much do they pay?" You asked crossing your arms.

"Eh, not much actually. Just the regular salary." He then looked at you for a moment. "Actually, how old are you?" You seemed taken a back a bit. That was a weird question. "I'm actually still in middle school. I'm still figuring out which school to go to."

You rubbed your neck. It was the truth. You keep scrolling on websites to see which high school fit you best, but you never seemed to find the perfect one. "I actually go to the middle school of JAHS. I'm still wondering if I should just go to the high school one." You gave him a meat bun. He was so scrawny you started assuming he was homeless.

"Oh yes. Isn't that the school for aspiring journalists?" He bit into the meat bun. It was a well known school as it required to have a High IQ when applying for tests. They gave IQ tests when you apply and it has a 20% rate of passing. This girl... she must be really smart then.

You chuckled nervously. I hope he doesn't treat me like some smarty pants now. "Uh, yes? I mean, it does have multiple courses, but yes. Mostly the journalistic one. I take that one cause I truly believe everyone has a right to know! Not just this gossip magazines of course. Gossip is something I hate." You waved it off. You looked outside and you checked the time.

"Thank you for the food Young (L/N)! I truly appreciate it and your company!" You nodded and rode back home.

You deactivated your quirk.

What is your quirk? You had two actually; Recorder: You can activate it by just clicking the small button on your left wrist and it can record, while the right button on your wrist plays the clip you recorded. You got this from your mom.

Infinite Memory Storage: It cannot be turned off. Even if you wanted to. The memory gets completely stuck in your brain. You actually have a little slot on top of your head. If a USB is plugged in, you can select which memory to transfer into it.
You got this from your dad who works at I-Island.

The two divorced and you stayed with your mom. But your mom worked overseas as a journalist.

You watched some news and turned the tv off. Changing into your pajamas, you watched as the sunset until the world was in complete darkness. As you lied down, there was one thing pondering in your head;

That man. He looked familiar.