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Living in daydreams: Chapter 1

A very rough draft for the first chapter. This was an idea I had for a Tenya Iida x Vigilante reader. Feedback is appreciated, I think the first person pov may be a bit clunky so I might switch it.

WARNING: This fic has cursing, violence, weapons, and other mature themes and topics.

A stark white dress shirt, a god-awful grey blazer along with a green school skirt. All tied together with the brightest red tie. I still don’t completely know how to put it on correctly. How does such a prestigious school have such a boring uniform? Not my position to question it, I'm barely scraping by to keep my scholarship. While it seems like going to UA is exciting, being a Gen Ed student doesn’t exactly have much excitement. When I was young, being a hero seemed like an absolute dream. I even have a decent quirk, but after seeing the hero work up close, I’ll stick to the side lines. 

I slide on the brown loafers, the final part of the unflattering uniform, and then proceed to grab the plain messenger bag I use for a backpack. My notebooks, laptop, and other such school supplies tucked away inside. I gave one final look around my room before I shut the door and made my way out of the apartment. My parents already left early for work so I would have to walk to the campus. I walk quietly along the peaceful streets of Musutafu, taking my time as I soak up the morning light, before reaching the gate of the school. 

Ever since the attack on USJ, all students have had to use keycards to enter the campus. I fish mine out of my bag before I let myself in and head towards my homeroom. 

As I walk into the room, I glance around, the array of Gen Ed students all scattered around the room as they cluster in groups, talking before class starts. I snapped out of my thoughts by the call of my name. “Y/N”, it was Togeike, another Gen Ed student. I don’t know much about her but she and I have had a handful of conversations. “What’s up?” I ask, walking over to her as a yawn slips my mouth. “You look like shit, that's what's up”, at least she's being truthful.

 It’s an unfortunate effect of my quirk. Not the strongest power out there but I don’t sleep, or better worded, I don’t want to. Also both a blessing and a curse, I have an extra 8 hours of the day. Aside from that, I give her a half eyelid stare as exhaustion sets in just as it does every morning. “Thanks Togeike, you're as blunt as always” I reply. After we exchange a few more words, the homeroom teacher walks in. 

It’s 10:34 pm at night, I slip on a plain black hoodie over my head, the polyester cloth rubbing the bare skin of my torso, a sports bra is  the only thing saving all of my skin from feeling the less than pleasant texture. I slid open my window as I use the window ledges of my neighbors apartment to shimmy my way down to the ground. The perks of only living on the second floor of an apartment complex.  A black medical face mask, a pair of athletic shorts, and a pair of tennis shoes on my feet protect me from the chilly breezes of the night. A girls got 8 extra hours on her hands, what else is she supposed to do?

 Ever since I’ve been enrolled in UA, I’ve been sneaking out at night. Although my quirk may just seem like it makes me impervious to the lull of sleep. I didn’t used to believe in quirk evolution, it wasn’t until a year ago when I was walking home from school one day. I had been pulled into an alley, knife to my neck, the mugger demanded for any money I had. And in an attempt to free myself, it’s like a switch was flipped in my brain. Suddenly with a touch, the mugger was knocked out. Since that moment in the alleyway, I’ve had the touch of slumber, making it so I can knock anyone out with skin to skin contact. 

With the freedom and fewfound defensive power, I have been using them to go out at night. Sometimes I help citizens home from a late night at the bar,  stopping muggings, or occasionally even a fight with low level thugs and villains. It may be illegal, immoral, and classified as vigilantism but it gives me a new purpose in life. It gives me more confidence knowing my full quirk power isn't registered in the nation's quirk base so it makes  me sure I won’t be found through basic research of my vigilante persona. 

 I slip my hands into my hoodie pocket as my shoes softly pad along the pavement. The air feels stiff, like an over looming threat hangs over the city. I’ve taken a short midnight train to Hosu. There's a feeling in my gut that something is going to go down tonight. 

The city was a mess of screams and the occasional fire. Nomus had been released on the city, unfortunately for me the fight was too public and too big for my fighting abilities to help without hindering the pro heros who were engaged in the fight. I try to help crowd control, directing people out of the chaos and towards rescue workers. When doing such a task, I passed an alley. I cocked  my head to look over slightly, just a quick glance, but the scene I saw made my stomach plummet. 

Three men in the alley, one in a mostly brown costume propped up against the wall, a younger guy laying on his stomach on the ground with what looks like blood seeping out from underneath him, and the third man standing over him, boot the the younger man’s head as he holds a large blade above him. I quickly turn and pivot towards the mouth of the alley. And with all the speed my legs can muster, I attempt to tackle the man with the blade. Unfortunately after hearing my loud running he easily dodges. Now I’m standing between a sword wielding psychopath and an injured guy who is not moving. 

The freakishly tall sword man glares at me, holding his sword close. “Now another wannabe hero, protecting the fakes” his voice made my spine shiver, if a rusty razor blade could be embodied as a person it would be him. I don’t respond, keeping my silence as I stare at him down. Despite the injured unmoving guy on the floor, he yells out in response. “Leave them alone, they’re a civilian, they don’t know what they’ve stepped into.” His voice is weak and borderline emotional as he calls out.  I look at the unmoving man, almost as a way of annoyance as he speaks on my behalf. As I catch his eyes, it clicks in my head, the red eyes, the dark blue hair, the costume resembling a knight. He’s a hero student at UA, I remember him from the sports festival. I think his name is Iida. 

It was an absolutely stupid move to look away from the sword man. When I go to look back, he’s already in front of me. Sword to my neck, I crane my neck upwards as I stare into his bloodshot red eyes. “They should have thought of that before stepping in to help a fake hero” he snars. It’s like time slows, all I need is one touch to his shoulder or hand or any other part of exposed skin and I should have plenty of time to get the two injured men out of the alley. I quickly reach up and grab his hand that's wrapped around the blade. I immediately activate my quirk but he still persists, his blade grazes my throat and blood flows. Enough to make me falter but not a serious injury. After a second of this standoff that was happening, he finally falls, I pull my hand from his and quickly run to check on Iida who is still on the floor. He looks up at me through pain filled eyes, “What did you do?” his voice raspy as if it’s uncomfortably hard to speak. I don’t give him a verbal answer. “Can you move?” I ask in reply, kneeling down and grabbing his arm to roll him over to see exactly where the blood is coming from. 

He lets out a grunt as I move him, a stab wound on his shoulder being the culprit for the blood pool. Just as I assessed his injuries and the pro hero propped against the wall, there was a noise behind me. The attacker is already awake. How? He should have been knocked out for at least half an hour. I turn my head, looking over my shoulder, His blade is already at my neck before a green flash of light knocks into the attacker. His attention is now taken over by the new  arrival, a plain looking boy with green hair. If I had seen him before I definitely don’t remember him. 

As I stare at the pair as they dodge and weave around each other, my mind pauses. Just as the two come to a stand still, I fall limply to the floor. Why the fuck can’t I move? Is this how victims of my quirk feel? My head lays on the concrete as a headache forms from the fall. Right when I was going to take my leave and let the hero students take over the fight, I’m now stuck against the pavement. Is the tall man’s quirk? I glance over at Iida and then to the fighting pair. Shit. The green haired kid is down too. Well what the hell is supposed to happen now?