Just My Luck (kanimari x Fem!reader)

Part 1

Y/n's Pov

     'Great, this is just great. Another bruise that i'm gonna have to cover up'  I thought as I was punched in the face by my classmate I can't be bothered to remember the name of. As always, they were beating me up to prove that I was just a weak, useless villain. Everyone thought of me as a villain because of my quirks. Sure they only knew of one of them, but if they knew that I had two of them, the beatings would just get worse.

     People only knew of my first quirk called Bad Luck. It gives me the ability to give anyone in a 15 foot radius of me bad luck for about 1 whole day, and apparently that makes me a villain. But then again, they aren't wrong. What kind of hero would purposefully give people bad luck

     You're probably wondering who I am. Well, i'm nobody special, i'll tell you that now. My name is L/n Y/n, and I am 14 years old. I have H/l H/c hair and E/c eyes.

     My two quirks are Bad Luck and Pause. Pause gives me the ability to pause anything for any given amount of time. For example, if I had dropped a glass, I could pause time on the glass, pick it up and put it back on the table. But the bigger the object, the less time I can pause it for. The drawbacks for this quirk are, if I overuse it, I will get a major headache, and go temporarily blind. In order for me to use Pause, I must be looking at, or have a mental picture of the specific item for my quirk to work. My other quirk, Bad Luck, a person just has to be within a 15 foot radius of me and i have to be consciously thinking of that person. If I end up over using that quirk, I will have bad luck for the rest of the day, or until I wake up. 

     I was knocked out of my thoughts by getting pushed to the ground by one of the lackeys.

     "Hey! Freak, are you listening to me? Why are you still even here, shouldn't you get home before your parents start to worry? Oh wait! Your parents don't care do they, huh?!" Well, he's not wrong. My dad couldn't care less about me, he just wants me home before he gets hungry to get him a beer. 

     They continue to beat me and insult me for about 5 more minutes then walk off leaving me bloody on the ground at the back of my middle school. After multiple failed attempts, I finally get off of the ground and start my journey home. Once I get to the house i stop and contemplate my options. One, go inside, maybe get a meal, get beat for being late. Two, climb through my window and no meal. Or three, go to the park and sleep there. 

     I decide to go for option three, staying at the park. I turn around and start heading towards the park a couple of blocks down. I take out my phone and my earbuds and listen to some music. I made it to the park just as the sun was starting to set.

*{Timeskip}*

     It is now currently about 11 Pm and i'm sitting in a tree listening to music and watching the stars. That is, until I hear someone walking up to the tree I was sitting in. Scared my father has found me I look down trying not to fall. As i look down i see a man with a scruffy looking face, a blackish green tracksuit and a scarf looking back at me. 

     "Hey kid, What are you doing out this late? Arent your parents worried about you?" The scruffy looking man talks in a deep voice. "I'm the pro hero Eraserhead, Are you lost, or need help getting back home?"

     "Huh, sure. You could barely call that hell hole a home" I whispered under my breath

     "What was that? Could you try to repeat that please?" 'Shit, how did he hear me?' 

     "Oh, um, it was nothing. Sorry."  He can't take me back there. My dad would literally kill me.