Not So Pro [BNHA × Reader Insert]

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"I'm just not used to being this active," they said, not bothering to see Kirishima's enthusiastic pose. He did that a lot, they noticed.

"Yeah, we haven't had any long breaks," Kaminari said, his voice strained from stretching his arms over his head. "We should go to a bath house or something," he suggested, letting his arms fall to his desk. "It could be a cool class trip."

"I'm not getting in the same bath house as you," Y/n blankly said.

Placing a hand on his chest, Kaminari exaggerated an offended reaction. "Geez. I'm not the type of pervert to watch you," he defended.

"But you're the type of pervert to convince your classmates to wear cheerleader costumes?"

He shrugged, "It wasn't my idea."

"What's wrong with you?" Kirishima asked, shaking his head.

"Guys!" Mina exclaimed, slamming her palms onto her desk once she entered the room. Naturally, all the students already there faced her. "I had all these people talking to me on the way here!!"

"Don't remind me," Y/n grumbled. They hid their face in their hands.

"Me too," Kirishima said, pointing at himself with his thumb.

Sero steadied a hand on Kaminari's desk and leaned in front of him. "All these grade-schoolers told me I made a good effort," he whined.

"Good effort," Tsuyu said.

He frowned, squinting at her casual posture.

"Morning," Aizawa said as he stepped inside the classroom.

In an instant, all the students were silent and in their seats. Collectively, the class returned his greeting.

"Good to see your bandages off, Mr. Aizawa," Tsuyu croaked. Her finger tapped her chin as she spoke.

"The old lady's treatment was excessive," he said. He rubbed under his left eye. Underneath his right eye was a thick scar that followed his eye bags. "But nevermind that. Today we've got Hero Informatics class. And a special one at that..."

Oh no.

"You'll be coming up with your hero aliases."

The class exploded.

"But first..." he said, his hair standing up as his eyes glowed red, "concerning the pro draft picks I mentioned the other day. It's based on who the pros think will be ready to join the hero workforce after another two or three years of experience. So you could say it's a way for them to show interest in your futures. But there's ample time for their interest to wane before you graduate. And any and all offers can be arbitrarily revoked. It happens quite often."

Y/n swallowed the spit collecting in their mouth. They could be dropped at any moment. That is, if there were any offers to begin with.

"Now, here are the complete draft pick numbers." He wrote students names and numbers next to them. Y/n ignored all of it, even the triple digits. They waited for their name. Then... There!

"There's typically more of a spread, but our top two stole most of the spotlight."

L/n Y/n - 8

"Woah..." they gasped, allowing themself to be influenced by the excitement surrounding them. After all, this was rather impressive considering they were a nobody before the festival. Most of the class didn't get specific invites. But 8 hero agencies had recognized their talents and believed they could become great. These 8 wanted to help them become great.

It made their heart feel light.

Aizawa began collecting his sleeping bag from behind his podium. "They're only tentative, but you still want to pick something appropriate..."

"OR ELSE YOU'LL KNOW TRUE HELL!" Midnight shouted as she slammed the classroom's door open. She held her hands behind her head, casually striding into the class. "The name you pick now may be what the world ends up calling you. That's happened to plenty of heroes out there!"

"Yes, true enough," Aizawa sighed. "And Midnight here will be assessing the sensibility of the names you pick. What future do you see for yourself? The name you chose will bring you ever closer to cementing a certain image, because names are capable of reflecting one's true character."

White boards were passed out. 15 minutes were on the clock.

What would Y/n pick? What kind of hero were they going to be? What kind of hero were they now?

For the first time, class A was willingly silent as they wrote and erased on their boards. Many stared at the blank possibility, while some already knew what they would chose.

Suddenly, they wrote on the board.

"Let's finish up," Midnight declared, clapping her hands together. "We can start with whoever's ready!"

Aoyama, the strange blonde, stood up first. His name made Y/n feel better about theirs. "The sparkling hero: Can't Stop Twinkling." How odd.

"The Ridley hero: Alien Queen" did not get approved.

"The rainy season hero: Froppy" was perfect for Tsuyu.

"Sturdy hero: Red Riot" really fit Kirishima.

Jirou being the "hearing hero: Earphone Jack" made sense.

Tentacole, Cellophane, Tailman and Sugarman, Pinky, and Chargebolt. It was perfect for all of the respective students. But what about Y/n?

They held their board close. They were already nervous to share their name, but everyone's excited eyes only made it worse.

Clearing their throat, they quickly flipped the board over and slammed it on the podium. Their expression turned dark as they glared at the class. "The kinetic hero: Flywheel," they said, their tone threatening.

"That has nothing to do with your Quirk!" the class shouted together.

Their face contorted more as a bright red bloomed over their cheeks. Flashing their teeth, Y/n shouted "What would you lot know!"

"Interesting," Midnight muttered. She brought a finger to her lips and raised her brow. "Could you elaborate?"

They turned their eyes away, tying to hide the embarrassment that was evident on their face. "A flywheel is a machine used in engines that can store and transfer energy, similar to how I can..."

"I see! How clever," Midnight said, hitting her fist against her palm. "I like it."

After that, Y/n returned to their desk and dropped dead from humiliation.