No updates on this book for about the next week or two, I'm off to Disney for a vacation!
You've never been so thrilled to hear the locking mechanism of a door come undone, the bronze key were pulled from the knob as the drowsy man before you proceeded to open up his home to yourself alone. "Welcome home... Now do me a favor and quit landing yourself in near death situations," Aizawa closed the front door behind you as you stepped within, refreshed to be home after your short stay at the hospital.
"You think I walk into places knowing for a fact I'm probably gonna die?" You tut holding a hand to your chest in offense to his previous request.
"Knowing how yourself and Midoriya always somehow end up with an semi-permanent injury, yes," Aizawa felt the need to point out the two most accident prone students in the class. You were one of the two, and not proud to be group in with such a name. "Y'know (Y/n)... I always make an internal wish that everything would go according to plan, even during the most simplistic activities. Yet somehow everything goes so far south it's nearly impossible to make up the distance lost," Aizawa rolled his eyes, sharing a piece of his mind with you as well as dropping the large overstuffed bags of presents you received from your classmates within the hospital on the coffee table. The bags in turn, tipped over, and spilled the contents within all over the table and onto the floor as well.
"Things can't be that bad," you sighed. "Then again your resting bitch face says otherwise..."
"Okay then," Aizawa accepted your challenge. "That field trip I made you miss out on, I assumed it would all go smoothly and the class would learn a thing or two. Instead, the League of Villains ambush us, came close to slaughtering the class, and almost crippled me for life. So when the Sport's Festival came around, I thought you and a few students would make it to the final round, maybe rough each other up, at most a broken bone or two, and then the winners would be crowned. Nope... Not even close," Aizawa sighed with exhaustion, flopping down in an armchair that looked to be worn out with depressed cushions and worn leather surfacing. He took the time to pull his long wavy black hair back into a ponytail.
It just dawned on you, even though Aizawa spelt it out for you, that he always tries to deny the fact that everything will go wrong. It's horrible that the rather cold man has to even trick himself into thinking of such a thing. "What's sad is that you're not even wrong," you couldn't help but to agree with your dad about his many many bad luck experiences. And sadly enough, you're partly to blame. Your many many many fights with students, be it on purpose or against your will, nearly cost Aizawa his job on many occasions. Once you dragged Aizawa out to a cemetery where a serial killer came close to slaughtering him. And lastly, your weird attribute of being accident prone more than likely nearly gave Aizawa a heart attack. You nearly died in the Festival due to electrocution. Aizawa feared that you had died or went into comatose.
Thinking back on all that, you peered over yourself, the white bandages hugging your burnt skin to prevent infections and promote healing, just for you to trace the hearing aids sitting upon the base of your ears with your index finger. Whatever you did, you almost always dragged someone else into your chaos...
"I need a day off..." Aizawa threw his head back closing his bloodshot eyes. "Who did you decide on interning with (Y/n)?" Oh right... No school today for the class since it was a Friday, to prepare for the internships the Hero Classes are supposed to be working with the upcoming week. Aizawa went out of his way to bring home your hero costume and escort you back home. No wonder why he's asking about your final decision on the internships.
"Between Toshinori and Best Jeanist," you sighed, kneeling down before the coffee table to get a good look at your presents from class. "I chose Toshinori since he'll help my reputation the most."
"Good girl," Aizawa complimented. "You're a very advanced hero in the making (Y/n), your other internship opportunities would do you very little."
"You mean it?" You perked up.
"You're a very smart girl who knows how to protect herself," the man finally lifted his head up from the headrest of the cushioned chair. "Your performance in the Festival blew me away... And you know just how hard it is to accomplish that."
"Way to go..." You fought off your overbearing smile. "Making me get all red in the face..."
"Be proud of yourself."
"I am can you not see how red I am!" You couldn't help but to laugh, your outburst even got Aizawa to snicker. "How about you be quiet and take a nap or something," you kicked your dad out with nothing but your words. Aizawa was nice and went silent, closing his eyes to go into a slumber while you dug through your 'Get well soon' gifts. You weren't having the best time, the bandages hugging your arms and torso restricted your movements causing strain and piercing pains to attack your muscles. "Curse you Kaminari... Damn near burnt me to a crisp!" You growled. "Now I understand why Zack wants to kill everything. These bandages are annoying as hell!" You fought the urge to rip the bandages off your body and continued through the bag of gifts.
The class got you way too many cards and stuffed animals. Then again, being in a class of 21 students getting replicate gifts was a given. None of them stood out nor did most of them have labels of who got you what. You were very thankful, careful to not take everything for granted, just a name tag here and there would've been appreciated. You got roughly ten stuffed animals, mostly teddy bears. A few get well soon balloons floated merrily in the room just barely brushing the popcorn ceiling. "Is the class this nice or... Did they really care about me so much that they had to go out of their way to visit me... And buy me gifts?" You couldn't pinpoint the exact reason why their gifts meant so much to you. "And here I thought my only friends were Bakugou, Kirishima, Kaminari, and maybe Deku..."
You allowed the weekend to pass, nothing much happened. You decorated your room with the get well soon gifts, changed your bandages out often, and avoided your 'new' cell phone at all costs. You felt the need to inform Bakugou that you won't be taking the same internship as him, resulting in an expected barrage of pissed off phone calls and texts. It got to the point you just ignored them all together, Bakugou will simmer down eventually.
You knocked on the front door of an old familiar house, holding a briefcase bearing the number 21 on its face with both hands as you awaited an answer. You heard a flurry of footsteps on the opposite side, the door swung open at a blinding rate. "Oh (Y/n) it's so great to see you again!!!" Toshinori held out his thin lanky arms for a hug. The scrawny man was dressed in one of many hero costumes that hung off his bones like a robe. All Might's body proportions compared to Toshinori were two completely different scales.
"I'd love to hug you, but I'll pass," you snickered, the blonde faltered, slumping forwards with glossy eyes. "I really shouldn't mess up my bandages," you reassured holding out one arm to show off your display of bandages covering just about every square inch of your body.
"Why so much?" Toshinori quipped, stepping off to the side allowing you to enter your former home.
"Kaminari," you groaned. "When he electrocuted me, the electric shock not only cooked me alive but took away my sense of hearing. I'm practically covered head to toe in burns. I can stop wearing the bandages in roughly a month, that's if I heal properly," Toshinori verbally reacted with a pained hiss hearing your vivid explanation.
"I feel that it's in our best interest to miss out on the internship if infections are that much of a problem," the blonde suggests, but you shook your head to disagree.
"I'm tired of missing out on school due to injury. We're doing this internship whether you want to or not!"
"Sheesh you sound like a mom," he complained with a snicker. "But if you're determined, then go ahead and get into your hero costume and we'll set out," instead, you stood there, as if you haven't heard a thing. Toshinori narrowed his eyes, "I know you said Kaminari's attack took away your sense of hearing, but I can see that you're wearing hearing aids. I know you heard me tell you to change."
"Oh... I did," you swallowed a lump in your throat, glancing off to the side.
"(Y/n), what's on your mind?" Toshinori questioned with concern lacing his voice.
"I actually wanted to talk to you in particular about my costume," you sat down your briefcase withholding the pastel blue costume of white fur and miniskirts. "I know... I just know Aizawa would turn me down right up front."
"I'm no longer your guardian (Y/n)," Toshinori painfully sighed, causing you to frown. "But I'll still listen to whatever issues you have. It brings me joy knowing you're coming to me with your problems despite everything," Toshinori gave off that adorable smile that everyone loves.
"Great... How do you feel about me trashing my costume all together?" And his smile faded from existence.
"Yeah, I can see why Aizawa would turn you down," Toshinori took sides surprisingly.
"No... Please listen to why I want to trash it."
"I'm listening," he crossed his arms.
"First off, I never designed this costume. In fact, I hate it," you wretched, opening up the briefcase and picked out bits and pieces of the costume in question, holding up the white lace skirt that looked like a ballerina tutu. "Mini Skirts, very very revealing, has nothing to do with my quirk. Wore it once, never again..."
"You don't realize just how much thought those costume designers put into this do you?" Toshinori took the skirt from off your hands, petting the fabric with a sense of sadness that permeated the room.
"Clearly I don't seeing how you're reacting," your stomach burned with guilt.
"It looks just like your mother's costume... I came to tears the day you wore this the first time," Toshinori lets out an overbearing sigh. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, you wanted to kill yourself for being so oblivious. How come you never saw it before now? Your old costume was an exact variant of your late mother's hero costume, her costume was a bubblegum pink, yours a baby blue.
"Mother's costume or not, this is me," you confidently announced. "I don't want to be just like her okay dad...I barely knew her, but I'm my own person, don't make me wear that again."
"I won't," Toshinori fought with himself just to set down your costume. "You better have a new design in mind."
"I do!" You gasped. "But this new idea is where I know for a fact Aizawa would kill me for. Knowing you, you're more understanding and willing to take risks. So... I want my new costume to be Zack's usual clothes," Toshinori's whole body tensed up to your request, pupils shaking, the bandages on your body created a terrifying image within his mind to flash before his eyes.
"Never," Toshinori choked out before his body engulfed itself in steam, before you knew it a large burly man stood before you, gazing down on you with an overbearing energy eating up at your confidence. "You may look like Zack currently, doesn't mean you need to embrace his looks. He's a serial killer who worked with the League of Villains and killed your mother for crying out loud!!!"
"That's the point!" You snapped. "The public already views me as a villain, might as well embrace it! Zack's my villain, there's no getting around that. Just because I look like a villain doesn't mean I am a villain. My actions will set me in a better light than that scumbag," All Might poofed from existence, leaving behind scrawny Toshinori who blinked rapidly hearing you explain yourself. "Sometimes the scariest looking people out there has the biggest hearts, you just gotta give them a try."
"Trust me... I understand," Toshinori finally spoke up after an eternity of silence. "I'm all for this."
"Oh my god thank you!" You cheered thrusting your fist into the air.
"But!" He growled, you froze. "I'd rather you take up your own frightening image instead of copycatting the Bandaged Killer."
"Again," you huffed. "Zack is my villain. I look like him at the moment. I'm viewed as a villain thanks to him. Might as well embrace my flaws and make something out of it," Toshinori watched as you wore the most carefree smile in the universe, a smile that belonged to an angel. It shed light upon his heart.
"We're patrolling Hosu city tomorrow night (Y/n)... You have until then to pull together your Zack costume."
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"Holy crap I'm getting the dirtiest looks..." You fought to conceal your face with the hood of your dirt brown hoodie, pulling on the drawstrings the tightest the hoodie would allow. You've lost count of how many bystanders ran away from you screaming villain or quite simply froze in place stricken with fear.
All Might laughed with his broad voice at your misfortune. He warned you about this decision to go out into public as a villain's doppelganger right from the get go. "Want to go home young (Y/n)?" He asked, still trying to fight off a laugh.
"Screw you, I can handle it!" You cursed punching the hero on his thigh, being he were so tall you couldn't really reach anything higher on his body.
"You'll give in before the night is over," All Might chuckled once more.
"Aww yeah real funny you prick!" Proclaimed an entirely separate voice that had no place in your conversation. Clearly whoever it was isn't happy, and he'd be the first person to get get enraged by your appearance that's for sure. You decided to ignore the man entirely, keeping your eyes hidden within the fabric of your hood, he'll leave eventually. That's what you thought, an exterior force had taken hold of your throat, throwing you up against the side of a brick building. "Think it's funny dressing up like a villain huh? Answer me ya asshole!!!" You hissed to the pulling of your hood from over your head against your will.
"Bakugou leave the boy alone he's All Might's intern," a sophisticated man pleaded.
"Oh hush up!" The blonde snapped at his elders. "This asshole needs to know their place-" Bakugou had finally removed the hood from your head, breath caught in his throat as you had your head held low, hair blocking sight of your face. Yet the efforts were wasted, Bakugou had seen your face and electric blue eyes, he can't mistaken them for anyone else's.