旅行。生活。小女孩

(Y/N) pranced into her classroom as everyone turned to look at the latest arrival. As she expected, Bakugo, Aoyama, and Iida were all there. Now all that was left was Midoriya and Uraraka. 

Iida and Bakugo were busy arguing over basic manners, with Bakugo threatening to blow Iida to pieces, and Iida being skeptical if Bakugo really came to be a hero or not. 

Finding a seat and plopping her bags next to a dual-haired boy, otherwise known as Shoto Todoroki, (Y/N) stretched her limbs out. 

“This layout is really nice…” she murmured as she ran her hands over her table and her the soft furry leather-type material of her chair, “We don’t have this in elementary… All I had was a wooden table with a chair that could barely contain a four-year-old.”

Todoroki glanced at her. Eyes looking at her from head to toe with a bit of judgement. (Y/N) shrugged it off, though. No one could be liked by all, anyways. 

Just then, Midoriya came skidding through the doorway and Uraraka followed closely behind. They spoke for a while before a gruff voice suddenly appeared,

“If you’re here to socialize, then get out.”

All eyes were trying to find the source of the voice when they noticed a sleeping bag at the entrance with a middle-aged man inside it, slurping packaged jelly– and all of it in one go, too.

“Dang, he must have really have the mouth size of an elephant if he’s able to slurp the entire pack in one go…” (Y/N) mumbled boredly to no-one-in-particular. 

“Agreed.”

(Y/N)’s head turned, shocked that the Todoroki next to her actually responded to her mutterings. 

“It took you eight seconds to quiet down.” Continued their now-established homeroom teacher, also known as Shota Aizawa.

Getting out from his grubby little sleeping bag, the homeroom teacher then rummaged through it, before pulling out uniforms. 

‘You… aren’t going to ask us to wear that, right?!’ (Y/N) stared at the sleeping-bag-pulled uniforms with major disgust. 

“Quickly now, go change into these uniforms. After that, I shall test your quirks.” Aizawa-sensei said, almost making (Y/N) pass out. 

✧✧☇♧♤☇✩✩

God, these uniforms felt disgusting. Who in their right mind would ask people to wear uniforms that came out of a sleeping-bag?! A grubby one, no less. 

Following her classmates down to their test ground, (Y/N) took a look at the campus. It was neat, organized, and not much dirt lay on each corner of the classrooms. 

‘Not bad… Oh, who am I kidding, my elementary school was a ditch compared to this.’ 

(Y/N) shook her thoughts off as Aizawa-sensei questioned Bakugo on how far he could throw in elementary school, to which he replied sixty-seven meters. 

“Now try it with your quirk.”

Following his sensei’s orders, the ash-blonde boy took his place at the line where he was supposed to stand, took a deep breath, and threw the ball with his quirk, little explosions propelling the ball forward.

“DIE!!!” 

(Y/N) gawked at the boy. Seriously? He was just going to scream ‘die’ at everything that comes within a four-mile radius? Well, at least he achieved a whopping seven-hundred-and-five-point-two meters. Shaking her head in disappointment, she was up next as she was handed the softball. Inspecting it by rolling the ball in her hands over and over again, (Y/N) devised a fail-proof plan and smiled mischieviously. 

“(Y/N) (L/N). You may start whenever you’re ready. Preferably right now, but I have to give you the benefit of choice,” he, or more specifically, Aizawa-sensei, droned in a bored voice.

Throwing the ball into the air like how you would a tennis ball, (Y/N) gently touched the ball with her fingertips, the ball disappearing with digital sparks following behind it. 

‘Error?... That can’t be… This device was made to measure distances!!’

Aizawa-sensei looked at the results on his monitor, and as one would expect, it said in big red letters, ‘error’. 

Recognition flashed in his eyes as he whipped his head upward, (Y/N) having already gone back to her original spot amongst the students. As their eyes met, (Y/N) flashed a devious closed-eyed-smile towards her sensei.

‘Code Error, huh? That vigilante… However, I don’t remember the vigilante being this young. From what I recall, she was at least twenty-four.’

(Y/N) smirked innerly, her fail-proof plan having successfully torn her away from her other identity as Code Error. People were so easy to fool.

Next came the fifty-meter dash. 

‘Error.’

Some other exercises.

‘Error.’

‘Er-ror.’

‘E-r-r-or.’

‘E-R-R-O-R.’

That was it. The key part in throwing Aizawa-sensei so far off of who she really was. (Y/N) smirked triumphantly as she dusted herself off from the last exercise. 

Everyone’s jaw dropped to the floor. No, this girl seriously couldn’t be serious. She broke the monitoring device within each test she did. Perhaps thats why she was ordered to go last after that softball throw incident. 

Oh well, can’t wait for more hero stuff that hopefully includes actually fighting. 

A Simple Error (A (Y/N) x MHA Adventure) - Prologue

A Simple Error (A (Y/N) x MHA Adventure) - Error One; A Nameless Beginning