~Seven~

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
                          
Եհҽ ժɑվ եհҽ Տթɑɾƙ ցɾҽա íղեօ ɑ ƒӏɑʍҽ
                          
WITH IIDA YELLING and chopping, Izuku sweating on everyone, Momo being the cutest little bean, Bakugo sweating more than Izuku, and you, Mina and Kaminari being utter crackheads, the school trip to USJ was already ruined for Aizawa.
                          
Even trying to organize the seating arrangement was total chaos, the plans for seat buddies that Iida had spent six hours the night before trying to plan out went down the drain.
                          
Now here you were, seated comfortably between Kirishima and Kaminari, trying not to lick the beautiful, soft shark boi's abs.
                          
Everyone was making light conversation when the topic changed to why they wanted to become heroes.
                          
You listened in, giving a dank comment here and there, but not really delving into your own reasoning.
                          
But fucking broccoli had to ask, "Y/N-chan, why do you want to become a hero?"
                          
"Ah fuck," You whispered under your breath, but decided to tell them the truth, "Out of spite."
                          
The reactions you got weren't good ones.
                          
"Lol, not to go into dark boi hours, but my dad once said I would never amount to anything and could never become a hero with how weak I am. Sksjsksj tea spilt sis." You really tried to keep the anger and bitterness out of your voice, while throwing in a few jokes, but no one bought how carefree you were, everyone sharing sorrowful glances.
                          
"Bros," You started, "Its fiiiine, I got over my daddy issues years ago."
                          
A chuckle escaped your throat, "but my daddy complex ain't going no where," You shot double finger guns at a dead inside Aizawa, "You're first!"
                          
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After a lengthy introduction from Thirteen(they were honestly so adorable in your opinion) the class made their way into the large building, you paused before passing through the doors, a churning feeling in your gut. 
                          
"Eh, must be because of the moldy bread I had for breakfast." 
                          
With that you plug walked in the building, the dreadful feeling still prodding in the back of your mind.
                          
But once you passed the ginormous metal doors, they slammed shut, almost slicing your leg off. A dark mist slowly creeping across the entire building, enveloping the class as you watched Aizawa pull his goggles down and jump off the entrance platform, "No one move! Those are real villains!"