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Deku x Werewolf! Reader || Guitar Lover

Deku x Werewolf! Reader
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Guitar Lover

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Inspiration from a Tik Tok audio.

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Second Person POV
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Transferring into Class 1-A wasn't nearly as difficult as you originally imagined.

You thought it would be due to the precedent Class 2-A had set for you, but you were blissfully mistaken.

Your new classmates aren't nearly as oppressive towards you because of your quirk as your old ones had been.

You were actually accepted amongst your peers, and that fact honestly shocked you at first.

Nobody treated you any differently.

The negative stigma about your werewolf quirk didn't seem to reach the ears, nor minds, of the 1-A students. Not even when your aggressive temperament proved said reputation to be correctly assumed.

Long story short, you're glad you listened to Shinso—your best friend—when he urged you to relocate into a new class.

Hell, you're even finding yourself to be less irritated these days due to the overwhelming kindness given to you in your new hero course.

In 1-A, you and Jirou had immediately taken a liking to one another, growing close rather quickly.

She began teaching you the basics of how to play the guitar, then had even assisted you in choosing a good one for you to own. Which, in turn, allowed her to show you how to tune it.

The majority of your time was spent with Jirou, and a certain green haired boy took notice.

He would jot down notes about you and your friendship with the aspiring musician, intrigued by practically everything to do with you.

Needless to say, Midoriya was a little obsessed with you, but not in a creepy, stalker-ish way.

Likewise, you recognized Midoriya's existence right off the bat and grew quite curious of him as well. Hence why you'd observe him whenever possible, and boy, did you always get loads of crap from Jirou for it.

You and the broccoli boy had spoken on numerous occasions since your integration into the class, but it was tonight that he was going to be especially brave.

Midoriya had interrogated his mother about where her old guitar was when he visited home one weekend, knowing that she had at least dabbled in it when he was younger.

Eventually, he discovered where it was with the tips from her, and he took it back to UA with him when he returned.

So, now, here he stands right before your dorm room door, his loosely-clenched fist hovering just a few inches before the barrier that currently separates him from you.

Briefly closing his eyes, he inhales deeply before reopening said emerald orbs, committing to his decision and knocking on your door.