As spring ends // mha x reader

I sat quietly in class, my hand gripping the pencil tightly as I jotted down notes. The scratch of pencil on paper and the low murmur of whispers filled the air, accompanied by the steady cadence of our teacher’s voice. I tried to focus, but my mind wandered, as it often did, to thoughts I didn’t want to confront.

“Alright, class, I’m interrupting our lesson to hand out these sheets about your futures,” Mr. Pickles said, holding up a stack of papers. “抖阴社区 down three possible high school options and what you hope to become after graduating.”

A paper fluttered down onto my desk, but I didn’t reach for it right away. Instead, I slid my notebook into my black bag, staring at the new sheet in front of me. My future?

I hadn’t given it much thought. Without a quirk, becoming a Hero wasn’t even a distant dream. Sure, I could see myself in a normal high school, blending into the crowd, but the idea made my chest feel tight. My quirk- or, what I think is my quirk- was useful but would it actually help me? I could communicate with the dead, but only if I had known them in life. Even then, convincing them to help me was hit or miss. They could use their quirks, sure, but what was the point if they wouldn’t listen to me?  To top it all off, I only have one spirit that I can currently talk to.

I glanced to the side, where Minumaki sat perched on the edge of a desk, not that anyone else could see him. His transparent form slouched as he stared with disinterest at the paper on another student’s desk. Would he ever use his quirk to help me? 

“Hey, Y/N,” came a familiar voice. I looked up to see Denki grinning at me, leaning over my desk like an overenthusiastic puppy. “What high school are you thinking about? UA, maybe?”

His question hit me like a punch to the gut. “UA? Me? Are you crazy? I don’t have a quirk. How am I supposed to pass the entrance exam?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I couldn’t help it. The constant reminders of my limitations were like paper cuts, small but painful when they added up.

“Well,” Denki said with a shrug, “you don’t need a quirk to get into UA these days. There’s General Studies and Business, you know. You could try for those.” He grinned as if he’d just solved all my problems. 

It wasn’t the worst idea. General Studies was realistic, at least. But part of me, the stubborn part, still clung to the impossible dream of becoming a Hero. I stared at him for a moment, then smirked. “Denki, that might be the first smart thing you’ve ever said.”

“Thanks! Can I copy your notes now?” he asked, unbothered by the backhanded compliment.

Rolling my eyes, I slid my notebook toward him, then picked up my pencil. After a moment of hesitation, I wrote a single name on the paper: UA High School.

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Later that evening, I was kneeling in my backyard, dirt staining the knees of my jeans. “Please, Minumaki!” I begged, clasping my hands together like I was praying to him. 

The ghost crossed his arms and tilted his head, his transparent figure barely illuminated by the porch light. “No. I’m not letting you use my quirk. It sounds exhausting like some soul-crushing nine-to-five job.”

“C’mon!” I pleaded, my voice rising in desperation. “I need to get into UA! This might be my only chance to become a Hero!” 

His eyes, which always held an air of disinterest, narrowed slightly. “Why should I? Helping you become a hero sounds troublesome. Besides, it’s not like you’d be the one doing the work.”

I stood up, brushing dirt off my knees. Crossing my arms, I shot him a glare. “Fine. You can stay by my side for the rest of my life. Watch me live a boring, bland existence while you waste away as a ghost. Sounds fun, right?” 

That made him pause. Minumaki wasn’t easy to guilt-trip, but even he had his limits. I could see the gears turning in his head as he weighed his options.

Finally, he sighed. “Wait.”

I turned back to him, a triumphant smirk already spreading across my face. 

“Fine,” he said, his voice dripping with reluctance. “I’ll help you. But you’d better promise to get first place in the entrance exam, or I swear I’ll be the most annoying thing in existence for the rest of your life.”

The victory felt sweeter than anything I’d experienced in years. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I yelled, practically bouncing with excitement. The neighbors probably thought I’d lost my mind, but I didn’t care.

Minumaki huffed, crossing his arms again, but I caught the faintest hint of a smile on his face. 

Maybe, just maybe, I had a chance.

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I'm actually pretty happy with this chapter. I had a lot of writers block, and tried a different writing style, but in the end it turned out okay. Please tell me if I made any errors! Thanks for reading, see you in the next one my lovely doodle noodles! :>>>