My Hero Academia: A Crack At Love? Apparently!

Chapter 1 - The Meeting

Y/N - Your First Name
L/N - Your Last Name

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I have no idea why I decided that shopping at night is a good idea. It's a common idea that always pulls through as I am currently heading to a store at midnight. I can't tell you if it is because I get to avoid everyone but the cashier, if I get to go around in a t-shirt and sweats, or if it is the adrenaline rush I get as I can easily get jumped.

It's probably more of the first, but it could be the second one too. Oh, and certainly the third one! I am an adrenaline junkie, after all! Though, most of the time, it's for nothing.

However, tonight should not have been the night to be getting the milk.

As I'm nearing the store, something slips around my waist and pulls me into a nearby dark alleyway.

Alright then.

"Well, aren't you a precious find?" The whatever-the-fuck-that-is around my waist turns me to face this ugly ass man who looks like the main character from Octodad-

Wait. This piece of trash has an octopus quirk. I swear to-

I look down to see a tentacle around my waist and another one going up my shirt.

Nope. Actually, why he even interested in me? I am ugly and don't even attempt to keep up my looks.

Wrong time, (y/n).

Without hesitation, I knee this horny hoe in the balls and punch him in the face! A loud crack could be heard.

The Octodad man stumbles back, growling as he holds his pee-pee, "You're pissing me off!"

"And you're annoying me. Your point?" Maybe I shouldn't smack-talk someone with an octopus quirk, but my brain does not contain self-control. In fact, I should be running. However, that just leaves another person open for the attack, and I happen to not be selfish.

Yet.

And I have no idea what the range of those tentacles are, so I'm just leaving myself for slaughter if I try. I could be fast enough, but eh. The risk and reward doesn't match up for me.

I search my surroundings only to find a couple of garbage bags on the side. That would be a great weapon if I had the muscle strength to use it. I don't, so the next best thing is my body. Thank fuck America practically forces you to learn hand-to-hand combat due to its stupidity!

The guy is still recovering as I take the initiative to run towards him and tackle him to the ground. He tries to push me away, but I start punching his face until he knocks out.

I sit on the man as I start to call the cops, but a noise behind me interrupts. I move too slow when I feel myself get wrapped up and thrown off the man and face first into a wall.

"Fuck, where is my luck tonight?! I'm not even into this shit!" I grumble. I look down to see what looks like grey scarves holding my arms to my torso. I might as well be a sushi roll.

A tired-AF (relatable) yet deep voice sounds from behind me, "You're being arrested for attacking a citizen. Comply and your life will be easier."

What?

"Bitch, he was trying to feel me up. Nobody is getting away with that unless they have permission, " I snap, though I have to remember to switch to Japanese after a moment. I forget that. English is so much easier for me.

The voice sighs, saying in a bored tone, "We'll see."

"This is just going to be like highschool, isn't it? OYYYYYYYYYYY!"