The Quirkless At U.A. (Student Reader x Aizawa)

Chapter 39.

Entering homeroom, Y/N was there joyfully chatting away to Bakugo. But... even he was looking at her funny.

"Someone's in a good mood." He said to the black-haired girl.

"Yeah! I woke up early, felt refreshed, and decided to have a cup of coffee for a change, so all that caffeine I'm not used to is getting to me now!" She answered, smiling.

"God, you're annoying like this. Never drink coffee again, please." He grumbled to her. She pouted, and poked his cheek. Bakugo turned beet red, yet wore a look of disgust.

"You're so meaaaan..." She then diverted her attention to me, flashing me a quick wink. I decided to ban her from coffee as soon as possible, since I did not appreciate her being this daring in front of her classmates. I caught Bakugo mouth 'The fuck...?' to himself.

"Good morning. So, provisional licensing exams are taking place one week from now. Everybody has now been entered without a hitch, so I hope you've been training hard. Good luck over the next week." The students went back to their chatter, whilst Y/N decided to talk to Midoriya of all people.

"So, what's up with you and All Might?" She asked, innocently. I knew full well what was going on between the two, but she didn't know. And I couldn't tell her, for her own safety. If she knew of the existence of One for All, it could place her in danger.

"U-uh, what do you mean?" He asked, fiddling with his hands. This kid couldn't keep a secret to save his life.

"You two are always together, constantly. So, I was just wondering, since if he's giving you secret training sessions or something, I want in!"

"Oh! Well, um, he trains me sometimes. But that's just because we have very, uh, similar quirks. I thought you trained with Aizawa-sensei every other day anyways?" She raised her eyebrows slightly, checking her phone.

"Oh yeah, that's today isn't it. Gym Gamma. I was just wondering, is all! Or any secret missions or something?" She whispered, leaning in. My lip-reading skills weren't too bad luckily.

"I'd love that sort of work experience in the field, y'know?" She asked, leaning away.

"Uh- I'll let you know. I didn't think you were into prolific heroes very much, L/N." He tried to steer the conversation away from its course.

"I was just curious!" She giggled.

The bell went, and I left them to it, giving them a quick goodbye.

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// All of Y/N's POVs from here will be English dialogue unless it is underlined, meaning it's Japanese. In Aizawa's POVs, English will be indicated with underlines, and Japanese will not be underlined. //

They dropped me off in FUCKING ENGLAND. Or some other English-speaking country. With no ID, no passport, no phone, no money. Holy fucking shit. Unless it was actually Japan, and it was some English-speaking area. Right? That exists? RIGHT?

I ran along the coastline; tourists were beginning to lay their towels down, all dressed in bikinis, and very obviously of the Caucasian Persuasion.

"Excuse me, sorry, but where am I? What is this place?" I asked a random guy by an ice cream stand.

"You what? You know English?" The guy responded with an English accent. If I was in America it would have been a lot closer to home, so I was a little annoyed.

"Uh, yeah. Where am I?" I asked him again, responding in his own language.

"Oh, you do. You're in Brighton, mate. Rough night?" He eyed up my bloodied jacket.