Silent is a wish (BNHA X OP READER)(ON HIATUS/REVAMPING)

Thirty-One; End of the Sports Festival

"Thank you, ma'am!" Tenya Iida nods, full of gratitude at the skills of Recovery Girl.

"You are quite welcome, young man. Sit tight for a moment, I'll be right back." The old woman hobbles away, presumably to get her patients a lollipop or two.

"Iida-San, I am so, so, very sorry. I-I don't nuh-nuh-know what got i-into me. M-M-Maybe I should get s-some h-h-h-help," Y/n Yamada is on her knees, bowing apologetically. In her last battle, she'd cracked one of Iida's ribs and bent one of his exhaust pipes (???).

Iida sweat-drops, not wanting to say the wrong thing. He helps the girl up, waving off her suggestion silently.

"You should just call me Tenya," He says with a serious face.

"A-Alright."

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"Now, onward with the continuation of our last rounds of the evening!" Present Mic screeches over the sound of the cheering crowd.

"It's the afternoon, Stupid." The co-commentator, Aizawa Shota replies, quite irked at his obnoxious partner.

"Same difference." The loud blonde shrugs, continuing on with his announcements. "We are down to our last few battles! Todoroki Shoto versus Izuku Midoriya, and Bakugou Katsuki versus Ochako Uraraka! The two winners of those battles will face off, and the winner will fight against our picture-perfect goddess of UA, Y/n Kuma!!!!!!!!"

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"IT'S YOUR POWER NOT HIS!" A flash of red-hot flames and sweltering heat coursed through the outdoor arena, singing the lashes and arm hair of the first-row spectators. An awed silence follows that flash like a pursuer would the pursued, causing a h/c-haired girl to look up from her phone.

"Gahh Damn." She exclaims with an almost bored air, before resuming her scrolling through Instagram. 

"Pay attention, Stupid-Head." Bakugou Katsuki 'tch'd. He was sitting cross-legged in his seat, a pencil behind his ear, and an eraser angrily scrubbing the neat writing on his notepad.

"Nah." Y/n answers, shortly glancing to meet the boy's piercing red eyes.

"Put it away before I choke you," Bakugou continues, placing his writing materials in the small duffel beside him. He cracks his knuckles menacingly.

"No thanks, Daddy."

"Anna oop-" Mina slaps a hand to her mouth, as Denki does the same.

"F*CKING PSYCHOPATH, I'LL KILL-"

"Todoroki Shoto Is the winner!"

"Yes, kill me, I know, I know. Your battle's starting, just a li'l heads up."

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"YOU B**TARD! HOW DARE YOU LOOK DOWN ON ME LIKE THIS. USE YOUR FULL POWER, D*MMIT!"

"Ouch, Baku-babe, that's gotta hurt the candy cane..." Y/n furrows her neatly plucked brows, watching as Bakugou flings Todoroki around by the collar, seemingly ignoring the fact he is unconscious. Y/n tucks her phone into her ✨GF's✨ jacket pocket, stretching and thinking of things other than her two unconscious hoes. 

The smaller h/c leaps nimbly over the railing of the bleachers, landing like Spoida-Man and raising a small cloud of the stadium's dust.

"Wow, Auntie, you really did a number on him," Y/n says with no emotion, watching as Bakugou finally collapses from Midnight's quirk. "It's really too bad, we'll have to postpone my match for a bit, then."

She approaches the two fallen males, quickly checking their vitals and noting injuries. Y/n grasps them each by the waist, lugging the two into a vertical-ish position. Heads of blonde and split-coloured hair loll from side to side, making it seem as if their owners were doing some sort of stupid dance move. The faces of the two ceased to show emotion, revealing calm, beautiful expressions.