"Righty-O chaps," Says our distinguished gentleman, Y/n, awkwardly.
"What?" Asks Uraraka, looking up hurriedly from the small screen of her flip phone.
"I was just about to say that the number 4 to (city name? idk) is here," Y/n says, flashing her eyes from the platform's arrival number to the small blue '4' on Uraraka's ticket.
"Oh, thanks Yama-Chan! I probably would've missed my train if you weren't here! I'll see ya later!" The round-cheeked cinnamon roll gasped with a smile, waving to Y/n and their remaining classmates as she ran to her platform.
"Text me every day, and don't get hurt on patrol at all or I'll stop making you lunches, plus I'll burn you alive!" Y/n shouts cheerfully at her friend, waving her diamond-encrusted iPhone in the air. Once it was just her, and our cutie quadruplets, she dropped the façade instantaneously, smacking her head into her hands with a sigh.
"What's wrong, Y/n-Chan?" Kirishima asked with a concerned twinge in his smile.
"Oh, nothing. I'm just dead inside, is all," She said, dramatically lifting her hand to her raised head, and falling with a whoosh into Todoroki's lap. He patted her forehead with mock sympathy. Kirishima looked afraid for his friend, and extremely concerned. He looked to Todoroki for clarification, brow furrowed.
"Y/n's parents grounded her, and are allowing her to go to her internships for business only. No parties after shifts, or going out non hero work-related. And since she so happens to be interning at two of her family's close friends... The prospects of them allowing her out is slim." The candy-cane explained.
"Shifts? Are you working as a pro hero already, Y/n-Chan?" Kiri asked excitedly.
"Yup. Got my license first year of middle school," Y/n boasted, flicking a card at the red-head skillfully. "Gentile hero, Dieu. Like, the French translation of god. I like to think of myself as a god, put on this earth to feel pain and suffering, but also to take it and turn it into joy. It works out well because I have a really high pain tolerance," She smiles, a frost of sadness overwhelming the wholesomeness of the situation.
"Anyway, that's not important-"
"Wait a d*mn minute," Bakugou says, eyeing Y/n. "You're Dieu? The youngest pro hero in over three hundred years? You took the licensing exam as a joke, I heard, and you actually passed. Is it true you only picked out a hero name as a precaution? You didn't even have a d*mn costume yet?!" He said, a fiery urge to know the answers to his questions growing.
"Stalllkkkeeerrr," Deku whispered from beside Todoroki, not looking up from his phone screen.
"D*mn I finna file a restraining order Bakubro, that's mega creepy. Only Brocco-Bama knows that...Wait...DiD yOu LeNd KaCcHaN yOuR sAcReD bOOk, IzUkU MiDOrIyA?"
"No b*tch he stole it. Musty a** hoe-" The green-ette replied, sending a text as he spoke.
"Midoriya- What the f*ck-" Todoroki looked shooketh.
"Sorry Daddy- Don't spank me for cussing-"
"ThAt'S mY DaDdY, gRaSS-aSS-!"
"WeLL SooOOOooOOoorrY, MoMmY iSsUeS"
"Damn that too far."
"Sorry"
"B*iTCh,
"Lemme see ya shake that a**! Shake dat A**, ho3, shake dat a**-!" And before anyone knew what in the hell was happening, Midoriya was twerking on Y/n, who was wearing a random pair of sunglasses and fanning herself with a pile of Monopoly 1 dollar bills.
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Silent is a wish (BNHA X OP READER)(ON HIATUS/REVAMPING)
FanfictionY/n Is throwing hands, catching feelings, spilling tea and snatching weaves. Oh, yeah! And she's a hero, too. this story was started in 2019, and is undergoing extreme revamping (as of April 2023). Please excuse errors and *GODAWFUL* relationship dy...
