Universal donor | Dabi x Reader

Rejection letter

 Dear Y/N,

Thank you for your interest in transferring as a third year student at U.A for class 1-A, 1-B. After careful consideration from the board of U.A, we regret to advise you that your application has not been successful on this occasion. Although your blood donations are extremely valued by the pro-heroes; the Board has made the decision that because your quirk and willingness to aid pro-heroes through blood donation's is too valued to be risked in active field. Your donation's are still extremely valued so please consider donating once you are able to.

I looked at the letter, feeling tears well up in my eyes as I felt my throat start to hurt. Fuck. I bite my lip, try to stop myself from crying as I felt my fingers dig into the paper. I let out small sniffles as I stood in front of the mailbox. I should be used to this. I should be used this but I'm not. It still hurts so much. I took in a ragged breath, turning away from the mailbox as I walked back home. Each step felt like everyone's eyes where on me.

Watching as a crying girl walk home with her head low and holding a rejection letter from the best hero school in the country. My cheeks felt hot, and my throat hurt, and I was for sure crying openly in public.

My quirk is universal blood donor.

I know, right?

I am O negative, universal blood donor. But what makes me different from other O negative people is that my blood can adept to that of Heroes that may not be able to use regular blood transfusion. Someone with a lot of primate DNA because of their quirk, or someone with acidic blood can use a regular transfer. And most heroes can't use regular blood transfusions. That's where my blood donations come in.

I've been donating blood ever since I was 16, with my parents consent. And every year since I turned 16 I get a letter of thank you for saving the lives of pro-heroes. I even get a pin.

But they wouldn't let me transfer. They said I was valued, that I saved lives.

Too valued as their blood donor for them to not accept me into U.A. The bitter thought seeped into my mind, angrily rubbing at my eyes. I know it's bad, I know it's selfish but I wanted more than a letter. I wanted the crowds. Cheering fans as I helped save the day.

I thought.....I would get in. They said they needed me, so why?

I pulled my foot back, and it connected with the garbage can with a resounding crack in the empty neighborhood. I pulled my foot back again, and I kicked it again as hard as I could again. Pro-Hero organisations had sent my letters ever since I was 15 asking me if I would consider donating blood because of the nature of my quirk.

Letting out a choked sob as angry tears rolled down my cheeks, chest rapidly rising and falling. And I looked down at the garbage can I had left dents in. And my foot hurt now. It wasn't even mine. I picked up the can, and putting it back up right.

Thinking of my parents, how sad they would look that I didn't get in this year. And there isn't a next year. I couldn't bear to face them, not now at least. I started to walk towards the nearest convince store. I would get myself an ice cream, and go home.