| Flames | MHA Various X Demon Slayer Reader

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(Y/n) panted quietly as she kept attacking the dummy in front of her. Swings of her wooden sword made noise as she hit the dummy right in the neck.

Noticing it did almost no damage, she began jumping back to place some distance between her and the object. The girl had to admit, training with a motionless dummy wasn't the best.

Her neighbors were probably furious at the constant noises coming from her backyard. After all, she would work her up to the very bone to make sure she was going to be the best.

Knock knock!

Wiping a bit of sweat off, she glanced at the door. The girl walked to the backyard door and slid it open. When she was inside, she placed the wooden sword on the couch to put away later.

Then (e/c)-eyed female strolled over to the door lazily. She grabbed the doorknob, turned and pulled it. When she noticed that no one was around, a small annoyance came over her.

That was at least until she noticed a white envelope on the floor. It was neatly placed in the middle of her doorstep carpet. Grabbing the envelope, she walked back in the house and closed the door behind her.

(Y/n) silently walked over to the kitchen counter with the envelope in hand. When she arrived, the girl placed it on the counter and ripped the side. She tilted the envelope to the side and out came a circular object.

The device somehow landed facing upwards and started shining a light. A hologram of the Voice Hero: Present Mic showed itself. Wearing a large smile, the hero threw up a thumbs up.

"Congratulations, (Y/n) (L/n)! You completely nailed the written exam, getting all the questions correct. With 64 villain points and 15 rescue points, you have passed the entrance exam with a total of 79 points!" Present Mic looked a bit shocked at the numbers, yet did a good job hiding it.

Clearing his throat, he continued, "You placed 1st place in the entrance exam, placing you in Class 1-A! The UA uniform will be delivered to you, so be prepared to attend UA!"

With that, the hologram shut off. (Y/n) stared at the object way longer than she attended to. Luckily, she remembered she needed to train a bit more before she went to sleep.

As she stood up, a sudden idea came to mind. She grabbed the holographic device and rushed over to her room. Gently, she placed the object on her desk and rummaged through a cabinet.

"Here it is," The girl mumbled, grasping a screwdriver in her hand. She sat down in her desk chair and began taking apart the device. "I'll just learn the parts of this and then I can fidget with it." She told herself.

Throughout the night, she took apart the device and inspected every single thing. The girl only gained a small portion of knowledge about the holographic.

(Y/n) had lost track of time as she was figuring out the parts and rearranging them. The soft sunlight lit up the room through the openings of the curtains. Birds were chirping which finally brought the girl out of her trance.

Glancing at her nearby window, she let out a small groan. The female didn't get any sleep, but at least she learned a little about the technology. Just not enough for her.

The (e/c)-eyed female placed the screwdriver and a part down on the desk. She stood up, strolling over to her bed. Collapsing on the comfortable mattress, she wrapped herself in the blankets comfortably.

Her eyelids practically begged her to rest, which she finally allowed when she fell asleep.

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Only a few hours later did the female wake up. Checking the clock near her bed, she sighed. It was 11 in the morning, meaning she only got around 5 hours of rest.

It was better than nothing at least. (Y/n) pushed herself up and slowly walked to the bathroom. She opened the bathroom door and turned on the light, immediately noticing her disheveled hair in the mirror.

She grabbed her brush and roughly brushed out the tangles, making sure her hair was presentable. An unexpected knock at the door forced (Y/n) to stomp over to see who or what it was.

When the female arrived at the door, she opened it and glanced down at the brown cardboard box situated on her doorstep carpet. Assuming it was her UA uniform, she took a hold of it and brought it inside.

Placing it on the couch, she went into the kitchen to grab a box cutter. Finally, she cut the tape that was preventing it from being opened and opened the box.

Inside, as she predicted, was her UA uniform. She grasped the top and inspected it. It was a simple white short-sleeve shirt, which went under a gray buttoned top.

Without looking at the rest, she decided to put it on to make sure it fit. As she was about to comfortably change clothes in her living room, she felt an uneasy feeling bubble up in her chest.

Glancing around the windows, which were covered by curtains, she sighed when she saw nothing. Deciding not to take a risk, she walked over to her bathroom and changed there.

Slipping her old clothes off and putting on her UA uniform, she found out it fit like a glove. The uniform was nicely fashioned, but the skirt was a bit too short.

(Y/n) tried to tug it down a bit, but failed. With a groan, she mumbled to herself, "I suppose I have a bit of more work to do."

Taking off the uniform and putting back her old clothes, she strolled over to her room. The girl placed the skirt on her bed and the rest of the uniform aside.

She grabbed her sewing kit and looked through it, looking for the right color thread and some more fabric. Luckily, she had both. Sitting down on her bed and placing the skirt on her lap, she began making the skirt longer with the extra fabric she had.

"Let's hope they'll allow some adjustments to be added to this uniform," (Y/n) lifted the skirt up, noticing it was the perfect length. When she tried it on, it reached just a bit above her knees. "Perfect."

2 more days until the female officially started UA. Those two days consisted of training in combat skills and learning more about technology. When it was time to finally begin her life at UA, she was quite sore from all the training she did.

Staring at herself in the full body mirror, she scoped out how she looked. After all, she wanted to look good for herself, not for anyone else. Under the skirt, just in case there were any perverts, were black shorts.

There were knife holders wrapped around her left thigh, which was covered by her skirt. Of course she decided to play it safe instead of sorry. She looked down at the time, noticing it was already 8.

UA began at 8:40, but (Y/n) wanted to arrive early to find her way to her classroom. Including the 15 minute walk to the school, she would have at least 20 minutes to find her classroom.

Grabbing her bag with all the school necessities needed in it, she left her house, locking it. She strolled all the way to the UA building, making it at 8:17.

Although this was the second time, the girl couldn't get over how big the building was. Well, it is a school for heroes after all. She stepped up the stairs, pushing the doors open and walking inside.

Sort of rushing, she was set on a quest to find class 1-A without getting completely lost or extremely late. Fortunately, she found the class in a time span of 5 minutes.

(Y/n) has to admit, the door was huge. It was a little less than triple her size and had the words "1-A" carved into the door. It was definitely hard to miss.

The girl grabbed the doorknob and twisted it. A sudden wave of uneasiness hit her, it was like before when she was about to change. She looked back at the huge windows behind her.

A shiver went up her spine when she once again saw nothing.

It must've just been my mind. (Y/n) thought to herself, glancing back at the 1-A door.

With a quiet, small sigh she pushed the door open.

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