Not So Pro [BNHA × Reader Insert]

---5:43, U.A. High School---
It was almost underwhelming to stand at the front gates of this school a second time. It was less grand. The gates were to keep people out, and to keep the students in. But that was just the usual pessimism of Y/n talking. Thinking that way was just common when going to school was something they felt obligated to do, not something they wanted to do.

Even this was an obligation.

But the reason was enough to motivate them to be here. At least, for now.

All they needed was a license, then they were good. Somewhat.

And with that, Y/n searched for their first class of the school year: class 1-A's hero course.

The students in the hall were a little scattered. Y/n tugged at their blazer, trying to fix the awkward fit. Something about it felt wrong around the chest area. The shoulders were strangely tight. It was so much better with just the white button up. At that thought, they slowly unbuttoned the blazer. The sleeves were too long, it touched their hands and bothered them. So they cuffed the sleeves. A small adjustment, but it felt nice.

And now Y/n stood at the doorway of class 1-A. It reached the ceiling to accommodate most mutation type quirks. A simple door for a not so simple class. They heaved a deep breath and slid the door open. Immediately, they were greeted with the angry glare of boy with spiky hair and his feet on the desk. Its a bit surprising that someone that looks like he would shake kids for money is in the hero course, even more so that he's there early.

They chose to ignore him but his sharp eyes examined them as they made their way to chose a seat.

"Guess who made it in?" a smug voice called from behind them, halting them in their tracks.

Y/n slowly turned to meet the grinning face of Kaminari. He looked rather proud to have been accepted in the hero course.

"Looks like you owe me a date," he smiled. It was pure enough but the fact that Y/n had to uphold some half-assed bet was pissing them off already. They didn't expect to be in the same class as some kid who lost consciousness half-way through the exam. It made them question his score before he lost it.

They held out their hand expectantly. "Give me your phone."

He looked a little shocked that they would actually go through with it, or was even this forward since he was the one that had to push for a date. He eagerly handed his phone over to Y/n.

"But it's still not a date," they said, punching their number in.

"I'll still take it," Kaminari said, losing his composure a bit. They called their phone and saved his number under the name "Sparky". He didn't completely mind the nickname.

"We'll discuss this during lunch."

Y/n turned and took a seat right next to the boy glaring at everyone. They hoped it would intimidate Kaminari a little bit and he wouldn't bother them but unfortunately, the seat to their right was open so he sat next to them anyways. Either they were stupid, or he was. But now they're stuck sitting next to this edgelord for the rest of the year.

To make matters better, the stuck-up from the exam introduction just entered the classroom and began yelling at the spiky haired kid for having his feet on the desk. He must be rich or something because he talks like an elitist.

What a prick.

"Can you stop yelling right in front of my face?" Y/n groaned, leaning back in their chair.

He turned around, adjusting his glasses. "I... I apologize, but this young man needs to learn some manners if he is going to participate in this course."

They turned bored eyes to the delinquent looking boy. He looked ready to blow up. "He wont make it as a hero."

Boom.

"Who the hell do you think you are!" he yelled, kicking his feet off the desk to face Y/n. "I'm the best choice out of this whole fucking school, there's no way I'm listening to some stupid extra!"

"If you weren't listening to me you wouldn't need to feel so defensive," they said, looking away from him. Every nerve in their body was begging to throw a punch at him. "Talk to a therapist or something."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean, asswipe?" he growled, slamming a hand on their desk. Y/n was sure he just created a draft.

"Grow up man. We're not in grade school anymore."

His eyes widened at their words. Even though the expression on his face hardened, his eyes remained revealing to Y/n. They felt a little bad for their words, but they were starting in a new school. They needed to show dominance so the aggressive kids would leave them alone. Hopefully.

His expression fell even more when his attention was turned towards the door. Y/n looked as well. The whole class did.

Because in the doorway was a short boy who looked like he just lost his mom in the grocery store. Curly green hair and wide eyes, he didn't know what to do with the attention.

"Ah! That curly hair!" a cute girl exclaimed as she entered the class. "That plain looking boy!"

Ouch.

"You got in, just like Present Mic said! Makes sense though! That punch was awesome!" she excitedly said, repeatedly punching the air.

The boy flushed at her bold words. He covered his eyes with his arms and scratched the back of his neck as he stammered out a "thank you".

Y/n clicked their tounge, the anger from the boy to their left rubbing off on them. Even though their conversation seemed to end, they still wanted to fight him. To try and ignore it, Y/n leaned back in their chair with their arms crossed.

This would be a class with absolutely no problems at all.

The bell rang and the two didn't bother to get seated, the girl mostly carrying the conversation.

"If you're here to socialize, then get out."

A new arrival.

A homeless caterpillar?

"This is the hero course," he said, slurping a grape juice in one gulp then slowly rising from the dead. He shed his caterpillar suit and stood, hunched over like he regretted being alive. Y/n immediately liked him.

"It took eight seconds for you to quiet down. Time is a precious resource. You lot aren't very rational, are you?"

It's true, but hey!

"I'm your homeroom teacher, Shouta Aizawa. Pleased to meet you," he introduced, his voice a bit lackluster. He didn't sound pleased.

He reached for his sleeping bag and pulled out a uniform. "Quickly now. Change into your gym clothes and head out to the grounds."