Child-Like Heroes- A Prodigy Story (Midoriya X K-12!Reader)
Chapter I: Wheels on the Bus
You sat outside on your mother’s red velvet chair, patiently waiting for the bus to finally come to your street.
You suddenly see a pastel pink bus come up the street. The others inside are singing.
Y/N
*Pink? Why pink, of all colors?*
You turn around to see your mother look over her shoulder, out from the window of her plant store, her face still puffy and red from her twentieth plastic surgery this year. You lock eyes for a long moment, until Mom turns around to grab a plastic snake plant. You shrug.
Y/N
*It’s not like she cared anyways.*
...Only to see rows of kids singing “Wheels on the Bus”.
Y/N
*This is the great boarding school Mom signed me up for? Really?*
Nevertheless, you walk to a seemingly peaceful row.
There are two boys fighting in the seat front of you, a stuck-up Karen the next seat over, and two others in the seat behind her.
The bus screeches to a halt. Your face slams on the leather seat in front of you, breaking your nose.
You peek at the very beginning of the bus, where a boy is being scolded by the driver.
Izuku
I-I’m really sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to do that....I was just really late-
Driver: “Late” my ***, kid! You almost crashed my bus!
Izuku
W-wait, what?! I-I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t mean to, honest!
As the driver is about to hit the young boy, you stand from your seat.
Y/N
Stop it! He said he was sorry, now let him sit!
Since you had said it kind of loudly, the driver paused. He pulled the boy’s ear and whispered.
Driver: You’re lucky I didn’t whip your ***, kid.
Driver: Okay, okay! Jesus Christ...Women around here...
The boy walks quietly over to the end of the bus. You smile and pat your seat; he notices this and turns around.
Y/N
My seat is open. Come sit.
Just as the boy is about to sit, a loud moan is heard from the seat behind the Karen. All of the kids in the back, including you, the boy and the Karen, turn around to face the origin of the sound.
A boy is f*king the girl next to him.
Izuku
(is close to shrieking)
The boy quickly sits down, head in his hands, with a mad blush.
You and the boy stay quiet for a long time, occasionally the both of you covering your ears to protect them from the...weirdness behind and across from you.
After a little while(when the two in the back were finally done with doing “it”), you decide to speak up.
Y/N
So...What’s your name?
Izuku
O-oh, I’m Izuku Midoriya.
Y/N
Y/N L/N. Nice to meet you, Izuku.
Midoriya suddenly remembers where he is.
Izuku
Sorry! I-it’s just that I’m from Japan, and we don’t usually call people by their first names unless...
Izuku
...Unless you’re family.
Izuku
I-it’s totally fine! You can call me Izuku if you want...
Y/N
Okay, as long as you remember to call me Y/N.
Comments