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

Chapter 39.

"Sort of. Where's the nearest hero agency?" I asked.

"Eh? You sure you don't need the feds?"

"Nah, they ain't gonna be of any help." I knew that if I walked into a police station covered in blood and insisted, I was Japanese, they'd either arrest me, or refuse to deport me since I was obviously English. And I didn't even have anything to prove I was a Japanese citizen.

He led me to a hero agency near the shopping centre, and wished me the best of luck.

"Hello. I'm Y/N L/N from Japan, I study at U.A. secondary school, and I've been dropped off here by some villains. I need some help returning to Japan." The moody receptionist looked me up and down, making a face of disgust. Oh yeah, I forgot what English receptionists are like. Even worse at the GPs.

"Erm... You're Japanese?" I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, I'm fucking Japanese, now could you stop being useless, and help me please?" She was a little taken aback. She finally agreed to let me see someone, and led me into a secretaries' office.

"You're obviously not from Japan. We're not giving you a free ride there either. Have a good day." He tried to lead me out. I was beginning to get annoyed.

"Are you having a fucking laugh?! Just call U.A.! Or the Japanese Government, they'll say I am who I say I am." He scoffed in my face.

"Fat chance. Now, the Japanese Embassy is in London. Try there."

"They've nicked all my shit!! I can't get there!" I argued.

"Tough luck. That's all I can do for you."

I left the building, defeated. This was gonna be fucking impossible.

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Y/N waltzed into Gym Gamma, where I had been waiting for 10 minutes.

"Really? Come on, let's get started. I think we'll just do some regular combat training with our capture weapons today.

"Uh, sure!" She rummaged around in her pockets, pulling out the yoyos. She started pushing all of the buttons, probably testing to see if they're working.

"...Attack me then." I waited for her. She gingerly threw the yoyo, leading it to drop onto the ground about a foot in front of her. I knitted my eyebrows together, wondering what the hell she was doing. Her hand threw it once again, but to no avail.

"Let's just do hand-to-hand today. Not feeling it." Her personality was beginning to sound like normal again, but the way she was acting was still strange.

Her movements were very different today. Much quicker, sporadic, and... more malicious, almost. She kicked me in the back, full force. I hit the ground, wincing slightly.

"Sorry." She helped me back up, getting into position. Her starting position had changed as well.

Now this time when we were fighting, I caught a glimpse of her face before she slammed me to the ground. She was... grinning. Like a madman.

"Oops, sorry-" She went to help me up, but on instinct, I got up without her help.

"I think that's it for tonight, since you seem to be off your game today." I said a bit warily. She was really starting to concern me, and I wasn't quite liking the person she was today.

"Alright. Hey, for some work experience, can I get in on that whole operation to take the rest of the League down?" She mentioned them for the second or third time today. If this were any other day, I probably would have looked into it for her. But I felt like I had to say no, for some reason.

"Sorry. Too dangerous, too secretive. Can't involve any students." I declined her request, gathering my things and walking back to the dorms with her.

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I wandered around Brighton, on the hunt. I wasn't a criminal, but this was a matter of survival. I bumped into a lady in the market, muttering a quick "Sorry!" before stuffing her purse into my sleeve. I felt fucking awful, but I had no choice.

I got to the end of the market, and whipped out the wallets in an alley. I took only the coins and petty change from each of them, not wanting to take too much and burden them. When I was done with them, I put them in a bag, threw them in front of the police station and ran.

£8.26. Not even enough to buy a crappy burner phone and international calling card. But then again, I didn't know Aizawa's or anyone's phone number off by heart. And I wasn't gonna do any more thieving if I could help it. Instead, I used the money for a new top from Primark, since mine was bloody, some bandages, wound disinfectant, and food.

I pushed open the door to the public toilet, pushing open all of the stalls to ensure no one was there. Wincing, I pulled off my jacket and rolled up my sleeve, which was stuck to the wound. It was huge and deep crusty, oozing, and didn't look too good. It clearly needed many, many stitches. I poured the disinfectant over my arm, sucking in my teeth and whispering profanities. I washed out the wound, and wrapped it in the bandages. Pleased, I put on the new top and threw out the old one. Sorry, Aizawa. My leg wasn't too bad luckily, just a small circular scab from where Toga's syringe got me.

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"You've finally learned how to use chopsticks, Y/N!" All Might joked around, watching her use the chopsticks easily.

"Mhmm. I got sick of using forks, when everyone else uses chopsticks." She commented, tucking in.

"How was school, anyways?" I asked, eating my ramen.

"Yeah, alright." She said, not elaborating. After a while, she finished up and thanked us for the food, leaving us two in the dining area.

"You still think she's not being weird?" All Might asked when the girl was out of earshot.

"She is. But I don't want to accuse her out of nowhere." I reasoned, stressing out about the odd situation.

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// 3rd Person POV in this chapter. Sorry for the constantly changing POVs, but I feel it's necessary for this arc of the book. //

"I hate this shitty fucking hair!" Toga said into her mirror, whilst Aizawa and All Might continued to eat in the dining room.

The fake ran through the hair with her fingers, struggling with the curls.

"Ugh. I give up." She tied it up, getting annoyed with it. Getting into bed, she pulled out her own phone, rather than Y/N's.

"Hey. Yeah, they won't tell me much about their plans." She said into the phone. Shigaraki was on the other end.

"Have they suspected you yet?" He asked.

"A bit. She's fucking weird, doesn't drink coffee, can't use chopsticks, and I can't figure out her fucking yoyos!! They noticed all of it and said I was being weird. If I just don't talk too much, then they shouldn't notice anything anymore!" She reasoned with her boss.

"Fine. Just shut up, and don't alarm them." He hung up the phone, leaving her to it.

"God, this room is so not cute." She looked around, grimacing at the décor. Kuro managed to get in the room through the balcony, and started hissing at the girl in Y/N's body.

"Bad kitty! Go away!" She pushed him out of the room, and shut the door.

"I'll get something outta them tomorrow. I've got enough for a few more days. I can't wait to see the look on their faces when they figure it out...!" She whispered to herself, grinning like the Cheshire cat.

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A/N

Got some free time to write today before work. Enjoy!

NOW see you on monday,

Wyatt.