The Ocean: BNHA x OP!Reader

Smart Four-Year-Olds and Big Sisters

"Want some?" I held the glass out expectantly, my head tilted slightly to the side as I met the young boy's gaze without hesitation.

"I don't want your drink!" Kota huffed in annoyance, his cheeks turning a light shade of red. I shrugged and took the offering back, quickly returning to my task of downing a small lake's worth of water in as little time as possible. It was quiet for a few more seconds, the sound of my drinking the only one in the overly large cafeteria clearly meant for more than just one student. After a while, though, the kid spoke up again. "I think what you're doing is stupid."

I glanced back up at him with an arched brow, doing my best to hide my amusement. "What, you don't like how I drink water?" I asked.

"No!" He immediately protested, the red tint on his cheeks spreading out until his whole face was flushed. "I mean being a hero! Heroes are dumb, and it's stupid that you wanna be one!"

I smirked slightly and turned back to my water so that I could continue to drink, though I was moving at a bit of a slower pace now. "Yeah, I know," I hummed absentmindedly.

I could hear the softest of taps as Kota took a step back in surprise. "W-well I also think it's dumb how all the heroes and villains kill each other with their corny powers just so they can prove how strong they are!" He quickly tried to double down, his stubbornness clear even from all the way across the room.

"Definitely gotta agree with you there," I chuckled. "Heroes are pretty dumb."

"You agree with me?" He asked, frowning in confusion and doubt. "But you're in the hero course. Don't most hero course students like heroes? Why would you be there if you don't even like them?"  His voice was full of distrust.  He was probably expecting me to try and convince him of how great the heroes were.  Of course, that would never happen in about a million years.

"Don't most four-year-olds love heroes, too?" I shot back.

"I'm not four; I'm five!"

"Look, kiddo, heroes aren't perfect," I interrupted, ignoring his outburst for the most part. "But judging by how you're talking, I suspect you've already figured that out. The simple truth is, so have I."

Kota's frown deepened before, slowly, he approached my empty table. He sat down across from me and a few seats down, suspicion still evident in his eyes. "How did you figure it out?" He asked slowly.

I sighed and set down my glass, crossing my arms gently as I finally looked at him again. "You know all those villains you see on the news?" I asked. Kota nodded quietly. "Well, they think I'm one of them, so they don't really trust me all that much."

I could see Kota's brows furrowing in confusion as he tried to work through the information I'd just given him. "They think you're a villain?" He asked finally.

"Yup."

"Are you a villain?"

"Nope." I popped the 'p,' resting my chin against my fist casually.

"Then why do they think you're a villain?" He tilted his head.

"Well, that's pretty complicated, but the short of it is, I showed up at a bad time, and because I have no memories and no background, to them, I look pretty suspicious," I said calmly.

Kota stared down at his lap, taking another moment to process the new information, before speaking up again. "Do you have a strong quirk?"

"Yup. Super strong." I nodded.

"Can I see?" He scooted over a few seats in anticipation, curiosity now shining just behind that thick layer of doubt.

I smiled slightly and nodded. Gently, I took the water in the glass and raised it into the air. I compressed it and shaped it carefully until a cat finally emerged from the formerly shapeless blob. The water cat strolled lazily through the air and across the table to brush up against the young boy's face before returning to the glass. Kota stared up at me, bright-eyed and breathless. "Y-you're quirk is just like my mom's!"