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To Be a Hero - Book 1: Chapter 1

Chapter 1 | Their Weapon, His Sister: Prologue

Warnings: None A/N: This is the very first chapter of my first ever series, “To Be a Hero"! English isn’t my first language, and I don’t really have a lot of writing experience, so please lower your expectations. I’ve never read the manga, but I’m caught up on the anime, so this series is going to follow the anime. I honestly have a really loose idea of how I want this story to go, but oh well. This isn’t proofread, so there might be spelling and grammar mistakes everywhere. This may not make sense rn but you gotta trust the process yk?? Enjoy :D Word Count: 1.4k

The sky was never out of his reach; he had flaming red wings to take him to the clouds whenever he wanted. Feathers as crimson as blood and as soft as the finest of silk adorned his back. He was blessed with great wings that allowed him to do things many could only dream of doing.

Those wings are the very same pair that had landed him and his sister in the Hero Public Safety Commission. Hawks had little qualms about his role for the Commission. He obeys orders without hesitation, even though he does so with persistent cynicism. Hawks never liked getting his hands dirty, but he would do so for the greater good.

What Hawks never came to approve of, however, was his sister having to dirty her hands for the betterment of society. There was an inkling of guilt in Hawks’ heart whenever he saw [Y/N] obey when assigned another mission or task by the Commission. She was only an infant when their mother gave the two of them to the Commission.

Hawks hated watching his sister grow up in the Commission. He would have given anything to give her a normal life. [Y/N] was trained to become a weapon for the safekeeping of society’s peace from the moment she could walk and utter her first words. He could do nothing but watch while his little sister learned to sleep with a knife under her pillow instead of a plushie.

[Y/N] was subjected to harsh training once her quirk had manifested. Not a day went by where she didn’t spend hours in multiple training rooms, just like he did. Hawks loathes how the Commission has raised his sister to be an obedient tool.

Hawks’ head is clouded as he flies over the city. He feels his phone buzz in his pocket. The caller ID is [Y/N]’s. A small smile breaks out onto his face as he picks up, “Heya, kid. What’s up?” [Y/N] didn’t call often, so this was a pleasant surprise. Hawks keeps the phone close to his ear as he snaps out of his reverie and finally becomes aware of the city below him. “Madame President asked me to call you and tell you to report back to the Commission." She’s straight to the point, as always. Hawks suppressed a sigh; it must’ve been important if they were resorting to having his sister call him back instead of doing it themselves. “Fine,” he drags out, trying to keep his tone light but running a hand through his hair. “I’ll be there in five.” Hawks headed in the direction of the Commission’s headquarters as soon as he gave his answer. He didn’t hang up, nor did [Y/N]. Hawks decides to keep the conversation going with a little small talk: “I heard you weren’t going to come back from that scouting mission until tomorrow; finish early?” “It was a false alarm,” [Y/N] responded plainly. Hawks was used to the one-sided conversations he had with his sister.

“Yeah? The Commission’s got us chasing dead ends lately, haven’t they?” “Yeah.”

Hawks chuckles at [Y/N]’s inability to continue a conversation. He figures he might as well just get to the point, “So why’d they get you to call me back to HQ? They usually just do it themselves; what’s different today?” There’s clear skepticism in his voice.

He hears a quiet sigh from the other line, “I don’t know either; they’re being tight-lipped about it. I’m guessing they want you here before they say anything.”

“Huh,” he hums thoughtfully, “guess we’ll find out.”

Hawks stood beside [Y/N] as they faced their boss. “Hawks, Nightshade,” the President addresses them.

“I’m sure both of you have heard of a villainous organization called ‘The League of Villains’ running about,” she begins, her arms crossed in front of her. “We need both of you to keep an eye out for them.” She rounds her desk to open a drawer and pulls out a file. The President hands the file to Hawks. It’s a U.A. recommendation for [Y/N]. Hawks raised a brow and browsed through the forms.

[Y/N] looked over at the forms, showing no reaction to the recommendation. Before either of them could ask anything, Madame President continued her explanation: “Hawks, your job is to discreetly keep an eye out for anything strange involving the League on your patrols.”

She looks at [Y/N] and says, “Nightshade, you will be enrolled in U.A. High. You’re to act as our eyes and ears as a student. We’ve given you a letter of recommendation; you’ll go through the Recommendation Entrance Exam next week.”

Hawks narrowed his eyes at the explanation, still looking down at the recommendation in his hands. The President addresses him, “Listen, Hawks, we need your consent and permission in order to be able to let Nightshade attend U.A.” Hawks hands the files to [Y/N]. The President may be asking for his permission, but he knows he has no choice but to give it. It would have a positive impact on his image once word got out that the No. 3 Hero’s younger sister was attending U.A. High. It was high time the public saw more of [Y/N]. There was little to object to in the proposal.

Hawks turns to [Y/N], “What do you think, sis? You alright with this?”

[Y/N] nods in response, “I’ll do what I’m ordered to.”

"Well, then, I give my permission,” Hawks says with his usual laid-back smile as he affectionately ruffles [Y/N]’s hair.

The President seemed pleased with his compliance, dismissing Hawks to discuss [Y/N]’s attendance in U.A. privately.

[Y/N] waits for the President to fill her in on the details of her mission. “Your identity as Hawks’ younger sister won’t be classified, but you will go by a false surname,” the President explains, handing [Y/N] another file. The front page was a flyer stating the time, date, and place of the Recommendation Entrance Exam.

“Don’t let yourself stand out too much; hold back as much as you see fit. We need you to act like a regular student,” she begins with a stern look. “I trust that you’ll keep your cover splendidly. We trained you to be capable enough for a task like this.”

“I won’t let you down,” [Y/N] reassures the president, flipping through the stack of forms in her hands. “All the information on your mission is written in those files. Your mission officially starts next week. Do not disappoint.”

“Yes, ma’am,” [Y/N] answers with a small bow of her head. [Y/N] turns on her heels to exit the suffocatingly minimalistic office. She’s seen her fair share of the President’s office, and it just gets duller every time. [Y/N] finds her older brother looking out the large window.

His eyes meet [Y/N]’s, ruffling her hair affectionately once more. "Hi." [Y/N] closes her eyes and leans into his touch with a sigh through her nose.

“Hi,” Hawks replies. "Y'know, most kids would be ripping their hair out in excitement when they find out they’re going to U.A.”

“I know,” [Y/N] mumbles.

“This’ll be the first time you go to an actual school. You nervous, sis?” Hawks starts to walk away from the door of the President’s office; [Y/N] follows. [Y/N]’s never needed to go to a formal school, the Commission made sure she had the best tutors.

[Y/N] shakes her head, unbothered by his tease. “No. I’m just not sure how I should act,” her eyes are glued to the floor, avoiding the cracks of the tiles. [Y/N] sighs, “I’ll figure it out.”

Hawks can tell [Y/N] is nervous, she’s never talked to kids her age, the Commission never prepared her for social interactions. He sets a comforting hand on her shoulder, “You’ll be fine, just be yourself and don’t try to be someone you’re not.”

All he gets in response is a quiet hum. Hawks decides it’s probably better to distract her for now. “How about we go to that new boba shop that just opened a few blocks down to help you relax? It’s been a while since we went out, yeah? I could make some time for you, my sidekicks could handle a few hours without me.”

[Y/N] perks up at his offer, she had a huge sweet tooth and a knack for shopping. She may have been raised as a weapon, but Hawks knew that deep down, his little sister was still a child at heart.

“So? You up for it?” He asks.

“Yeah,” [Y/N] replies.

yeah, yeah ik it's not ideal but like i wrote this at 3 am. just a lil background on how you end up in UA

#bnha #mha #x reader #platonic x reader #reader insert #female reader #fem reader #mha hawks

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