An Assasins Target (BNHAxVILLAINREADER)

11

So as you might have guessed I was glaring daggers at the little pervert as his blood ran cold.

"IMMM GUNNNAAA DIEEEE!" he screamed out as he started running the opposite direction.

Mass confusion was present on everyone's faces as the boy ran with his tail between his legs.

Of course, I masked that it was me.
But I was mentally laughing my ass off.

"anyway..." yeah I wouldn't know how to respond to that either dear teacher~

"Tanaka what was your score in the ball throw in middle school?" oh crap it would make sense to ask me since I was first in the entrance exams.

~Flashback~

"Ding, Dong!"

"Ding, Dong!"

"Ding-"

"WHAT!?"
I snapped as I threw open my front door fighting back the urge to throw a nuke in his face and tell "Yippy! Ki-a motherfucker!" and teleport to New Mexico.

"u-um I have a package from-m UA..."

"oh."
I say as I nod and take the package as little did I know he needs new underwear.

I wonder what it could be?

...

No, I know what it is but it doesn't mean I want to open it.

I sigh as I tear open the bag as a circular device fell out?

Well, this is new.

I grab a fork and start poking the unknown object.

Suddenly it turned on!

And I saw... All Might.

"CONGRATULATIONS MIS-"

In seconds after hearing that man speak I had a flamethrower and torched the damn gadget.

Luckily I did it in my trash can sense that's where trash goes.

But now I had a trash can on fire.

Oh well.

As I proceed to chuck the trashcan out the window.

"Now it's someone else problem."

I smirk as I laugh while Toothless was playing with his knife Toy.

~Flashback Ends~

Now the problem with what Aizawa asked of me should be simple however I never went to any schools. I was..... Homeschooled? I think?

"Don't remember." I reply as he squinted his eyes at my lazy figure.

"well come throw it with your quirk."
I tilt my head down as I smirk while the hero wanna be's make a path so I could get through and grab the tennis ball from his fingers.

"Anything goes just stay in the circle."

I don't know Aizawa a lot can happen in a circle.

Especially a closet. My goodness, many things can happen in a closet.

Anyway, I'm getting carried away.

A simple missile launcher with the tennis ball shall be good.

The class gasped as a missile launcher rested on my shoulder as I stuffed the ball into it.

Nothings better in a superhero would other than a beautiful deadly gun.

"BOOM!"
The air blew many and all different directions as the ball went flying.

"fly thing fly."
I mumbled as it took a while for the air to calm down even as the missile launcher disappeared. I crossed my arms while waiting for my result.

Then Aizawa's phone beeped.

"983.2 meters, not bad for using an object."

I roll my eyes and continue being the quiet girl that headed straight towards the back of the class once again meanwhile the class awed at how fun this activity could be.

"you think this is fun?"
Well, that shut them up. Good going for you Eraser head.

"You have three years to learn how not to get your ass kicked so stay in the game peasants."

Will do thank you.

"All of you Are aware of the #1 villain on the loose correct? If you want to live start taking things seriously."

No please don't, I like creative ideas.

As we lined up to do more excersizes I just half ass everything and that got dear teacher mad.

"Who ever comes in last will be expelled."

Haha im safe as Long as Izuku is in this class.

"Think you can half ass everything? Think again." He said while glaring at me. To be honest with all that hair I thought he was just plain looking at me.

"Oh I'm fairly certain I'm trying my best"
'At pissing you off' is what I wanted to say too but I didn't feel like getting my ass beat.

"Try harder."
No thank you.
As I shrug, I get in line to run and sense it was odd or some shit I was alone.

All eyes on me and what do I do?

The whistle blows and I take one step then fall.

"I give I'm tired."
As I continue lying face first into the ground.

Everyone just kinda gave me that look.

Meanwhile Aizawa was fuming.

But I wasn't lying, I was low on

P O P T A R T S.

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