Mending Us (Mirio x Reader)

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Overwhelming would be a good word to use to describe your third and final year at U.A. High School. Between the never-ending classes that prepared you and your peers for life in general, the hardcore heroics classes, trainings, and work-studies, and your side-work with the support students, there wasn't much time for anything else.

But that didn't mean you lacked enjoyment in the hustle.

The bell that signaled the end of the lunch period rang, but you paid it no mind as you worked on support gear for your friend, Nejire. She had mentioned offhand during a quirk training exercise that she was hoping to get some adjustments made to her gloves, seeking something that would lessen the strain in her forearms after long periods of quirk usage.

No, she hadn't asked for your help specifically, but come on, you had to do something to help the sweet girl who would offer you little snacks during class. She was basically your best friend at this point.

Your fingers trailed delicately across the bands that you had laid on her dismantled gloves, mending them quickly. After finishing the bands, you mended the glove pieces back together and slid them onto your own arms, checking to see if they fit comfortably. They did.

"L/N, it's time for you to get to class," your R-rated English teacher said, pausing in the doorframe of the support shop's room. You looked up from admiring the gloves, startled, and cursed loudly as you scrambled to shove your tools into your workbench drawer. "You've got to start setting alarms if you're not going to listen for the bell," she suggested, already turning away as she headed to her classroom.

"I will!" you yelled after her, grabbing the finished gloves off your table. You sprinted out the door and down the hall, dodging students as you headed for Snipes' class at the end of the hallway.

The best part of being a third-year was that Snipe was your homeroom teacher for heroics, and he also spent a lot of time teaching the support classes and designing costumes. It made it easy to navigate to your classrooms, seeing as they were close to each other.

You threw the classroom door open, hurried inside, and rushed for your seat. The force of your leap caused your desk to squeak as you jumped into place.

"L/N, it's about time you learn and set alarms if you're going to work through the lunch period," Snipe says, before going back to discussing the training you all would be having in just a few minutes.

"Psst!" Nejire whispered, reaching forward from her seat diagonal from yours and whacking your shoulder lightly. "I brought some applesauce squeezies, do you want one?" she asked, not waiting for a response at all, already forking two over to you. You snorted quietly, "Thanks, babes. I've got something for you in a sec too," You whispered before absolutely devouring the shit out of those apple sauces.

"So there you have it, get your costumes on and meet at Training ground Beta," Snipe said, tipping his hat to us as his classic dismissal method.

You sauntered over to your hero suit's case and turned to head for the changing rooms before Nejire bounced up to you. "I wanna see, I wanna see!! What do you have? Please! I'm going to die!" she yapped.

"Oh my gosh, chill out, here." You groaned, all but launching the gloves at her after retrieving them from your backpack.

Her eyes lit up, "Hey! What did you do to them?" She asked with her classic, huge smile. She did not wait for a reply, slipping them on and gasping. "You added those supports that I mentioned!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms around your neck. "You really didn't have to do that, Y/N, you're so sweet!"

"Don't even worry about it, anything for you." You smiled. linking arms with her and finally following your class out to the changing rooms.

You quickly threw on your baggy cargo pants and top for your hero costume and chased after the class, hoping not to be late to the brief summary of the training exercise since you missed the entire in-depth explanation in class.