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✰ Y/n is a beautiful, mysterious, and cold girl, who has successfully escaped Russia's top villain league. With her amazing power, her saviors, admitted her into UA, conditioning her against villainry into hero...
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𝟏𝟑. deathblow 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 bnha (𝟏𝟖+)
After the Sports Festival, President Mic kindly offered you a ride home since Aizawa had to stay back to assist with packing up. Grateful for the gesture, you thanked him and made your way back to your apartment.
Feeling a mix of exhaustion and pride from your second-place achievement, you decided to treat yourself to a relaxing bath. The warm water enveloped you, soothing your tired muscles as you allowed yourself to bask in the sense of accomplishment.
As you settled into the comforting embrace of the bath, your phone buzzed with a message from Mina.
From Mina
The whole class is so proud of you girl
you're so amazing, congrats on second, bae I love you sm
Her words of praise and pride warmed your heart, and you couldn't help but smile at her support. The friendship between you and Mina had always been strong, and you cherished the moments when she uplifted and encouraged you.
While soaking in the bath, you couldn't help but think about the dinner you were supposed to have with Aizawa. He had something important to share with you, namely the identity of your birth father. The anticipation had been building. Getting out of the bath, you wrapped your towel around you and one in your hair. You began painting your nails a dark shade of f/c listening to (favorite band)
"Y/n, I'm home." A loud and raspy voice called from downstairs. Fixing up your skull pjs you let your wet hair fall out of the towel as you ran downstairs to your Gaurdian.
You stop to face your guardian, a proud smile dancing on your lips as you wait for the congratulations and praise. He gently rests his hand on your head ruffling your hair. "Good job, kiddo."
Just as you go to ask about what he had to tell you a ringtone cuts you off. "Sorry, it's the agency, let me get this." It was only just as Aizawa walked through the door, ready to have that long-awaited dinner and reveal the information he had discovered, he had already been pulled away. Hanging up the phone he sighed, watching your face droop in sadness.
