Pahimakas (DRV3 f!reader x Bnha various)

Sports Festival: The Finale

The moment she was off the arena she ran to her changing room. It was followed by a lot of knocking from Mina. "Uhm- (Y/n) are you ok?" Mina asked from the other side of the door.

"Go away, Ashido." (Y/n)'s muffled voice said.

"C'mon (Y/n), I just-" Mina was swiftly cut off.

"No, Ashido! Respect my wishes for once, and just stay out of my business."

"O-Oh, okay..." Mina's quiet footsteps faded the farther she walked away from the room.

(Y/n) quietly scoffed to herself. Serves her right, she thought. I never even gave her permission to call me by my first name, yet she still does. They all do. The only people I'll ever allow to call me by my first name are my friends. All of these stupid wannabe heroes can rot in hell for all I care.

After a few moments, the musician got up and quietly walked out of the changing room and into the girls bathroom. She turned on the sink and slowly washed her face. Then, she looked up and stared at her reflection in the mirror. The burns she had received from her execution weren't there. For some strange reason, they all disappeared.

The girl silently cringed. So much had happened after her execution. She couldn't exactly say it felt like a fever dream, since she could still very much remember the pain of being electrocuted. It wasn't something she thought about constantly, but it did pop up in her mind every once in awhile.

(Y/n) wasn't the kind of person who would knowingly lie to herself. Which is why she was willing to admit that during her execution, she was terrified. It felt stupid, to feel scared about something she knew was coming, but that did nothing to subside the immense fear within her.

Pushing those thoughts aside, the girl started to examine her features. Same (e/c) eyes, same (h/c) hair, and same (s/c) skin. Nothing was different. On the outside. On the outside, she looked as normal as she usually did. On the inside however, she was an absolute mess.

Why am I even here? This stupid festival is for heroes. I'm not a hero, nor do I want to be one.

After a few more moments of drowning in her thoughts, (Y/n) sighed and walked out of the bathroom, only to immediately bump into her least favorite pretty boy, Todoroki.

"Watch it, Pretty boy." She growled. Todoroki turned to her with a blank stare, not saying anything. After a few awkward seconds of them staring at each other, the musician scoffed and tried to walk away, before the half-and-half hero wannabe grasped her hand.

"Wait," Todoroki said, making (Y/n) groan in irritation. "I need to talk to you."

"What the fuck do you want?" She groaned, although it sounded more like a whine.

"I want to talk about our match," the boy hesitated for a second before he continued. "And the images I saw during it."

The girl was quiet for a few moments, before ripping her hand out of his grasp and booking it down the hall. Todoroki quickly followed after her, not having a very hard time keeping up with her. Quickly, the boy leaped towards her, and tackled her to the ground.

"Ack- What the fuck is wrong with you?!" (Y/n) wheezed, having a bit of a hard time talking. Who could blame her though, Todoroki was straddling her and pressing all of his weight onto her so she couldn't escape.

Funnily enough, the situation reminded her of the time her and Kokichi were having a pillow fight and he tackled her. The only differences were Todoroki wasn't Kokichi and (Y/n) didn't want to be there.