Enough

Y/N stepped into the changing room, the buzz of excited voices and laughter surrounding her as her classmates admired their hero costumes. The air was thick with nervous energy, everyone gearing up for their first combat exercise. She kept her head down, feeling a little out of place among their chatter and anticipation.

Unlike the others, Y/N hadn’t put any thought into a hero costume. She hadn’t expected to be in the Hero Course at all, let alone participate in a battle simulation. Her duffel bag was filled with nothing but plain gym clothes—a black tank top, leggings, and nothing special. She found an empty corner and started changing, trying to remain unnoticed in the midst of her more enthusiastic peers.

"Hey, Y/N, right?" Mina Ashido’s voice called out, cutting through her thoughts. The pink-skinned girl, already suited up in her vibrant costume, bounced over with energy radiating from her. "Where’s your hero costume?"

Y/N glanced up briefly, a small shrug accompanying her response. "I don’t have one. Didn’t think I’d need one."

Mina’s eyes went wide. "Wait, you’re just gonna wear gym clothes? No way! We need to fix this!"

Before Y/N could respond, Momo Yaoyorozu stepped in with her calm, regal presence. "Y/N, if you'd like, I can make you something temporary using my Quirk. It won’t take long."

Y/N hesitated, her hands pausing as she adjusted her shoes. The last thing she wanted was to draw attention to herself, but Momo’s offer lingered in her thoughts. The idea of having something a little more fitting for the exercise, something with a bit more flair, was tempting.

"You’d really do that?" Y/N asked, raising an eyebrow as she glanced at Momo.

Momo smiled warmly, already thinking through the details. "Of course. Just tell me what you’d like, and I’ll make it happen."

Y/N leaned back against the locker, her mind spinning with ideas. She wasn’t usually one to stand out, but if she was going to, she might as well go all in. A playful smirk tugged at her lips as she considered how far she was willing to take this. She briefly thought of Aizawa, wondering if he’d find it amusing—or infuriating.

"How about something sleek and black," Y/N said, her tone light but carrying a teasing edge. "Make it a bodysuit with the back cut out, something dramatic. Oh, and add a blindfold. I think it’ll give me an edge."

Mina’s eyes widened in surprise before bursting into laughter. "A blindfold? You’re really going all out, huh? Femme fatale vibes for sure!"

Y/N shrugged, a confident grin spreading across her face. "Why not? It’ll make things interesting."

Momo blinked at her, her mind already working. "I can do that. It’ll only take a few minutes."

As Momo got to work, Y/N took a moment to observe her classmates. Each hero costume seemed to reflect the wearer’s personality—Ochaco’s was cute and practical, Mina’s vibrant and playful. Y/N felt their curious glances on her, but she merely smirked, the idea of pulling off this bold look only adding to her sense of amusement.

A few minutes later, Momo handed her the finished outfit. The black bodysuit shimmered faintly under the fluorescent lights, the back cut out in a bold, dramatic fashion. The blindfold she requested was a deep, matching black, and the whole look was sleek, daring, and mysterious. It was as if she was preparing for a mission in the shadows. 

Y/N slipped into the suit, adjusting the straps and smoothing it down as she checked herself in the mirror. The fit was perfect, almost as if it had been made just for her. She felt a small thrill at how the outfit transformed her, giving her a confidence she hadn’t expected.

"Damn," Mina whistled, taking in the full effect. "If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to seduce someone."

Y/N tilted her head, her smirk returning. "Maybe I am."

Ochaco giggled nervously, glancing from Y/N to the others. "I think everyone’s definitely going to notice you now."

"Good," Y/N replied, her voice calm but assured. "That’s the point."

She turned back to the mirror one last time, brushing a hand through her hair as she admired the way the outfit made her feel. The blindfold added an air of mystery, and the cutout back gave the whole look a touch of allure. It was the kind of attention she didn’t mind drawing—but only for the right reasons.

"Time to make an impression," she murmured to herself as she grabbed her duffel bag and slung it over her shoulder. The others, still buzzing with excitement, followed her out of the room.

As they walked toward the training grounds, Y/N’s mind wandered to the battle ahead—and to a certain dark-haired teacher, who was likely watching the simulation from the sidelines.

Let’s see how this plays out, she thought, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.

The morning sun bathed the training field in golden light, signaling the start of another intense day for Class 1-A. Y/N had walked over with the other girls, her new black bodysuit stretching across her form as she took confident strides. The material was sleek, hugging her curves just right, and the back was cut out in a daring design. She was still getting used to the feel of the outfit, the cool air against her exposed skin and the tightness around her torso. The blindfold she wore over her eyes added an extra layer of challenge. It wasn’t that she had to wear it—far from it. But she figured, why not make things interesting?

Mina, who was already bouncing on her heels with excitement, couldn’t help but glance over at Y/N. “So, Y/N,” she began with a teasing smile, “you ready to take on today’s training? I can’t imagine what kind of craziness you’re about to pull off with that outfit!”

Y/N shot her a quick grin, the blindfold covering her eyes adding an extra layer of mystery to her smirk. “We’ll see. I’m here to do my best, but I thought I’d make things a little more interesting.”

The girls continued walking toward the training area, their chatter filling the air. Y/N kept her head down, her hands absently adjusting the blindfold as she wondered just how her classmates would react to her outfit. The bodysuit was functional, but its revealing nature made her feel like she was daring everyone to look her way. 

“I’m not gonna lie,” Ochaco said with a giggle, “you’re definitely going to steal the spotlight today. I mean, that blindfold! Are you really planning to fight with it on?”

Y/N shrugged casually, her gaze shifting between Mina and Ochaco. “Why not? I’m up for a challenge. Besides, I think it’ll add to the fun. It’s just training, after all.”

Mina’s eyes widened as she looked at her, taking in the daring outfit. “Girl, you’re seriously pulling off that femme fatale look. Are you trying to distract everyone?”

Y/N let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “It’s just a suit. If they get distracted, that’s on them.”

As they neared the field, Y/N could already see the rest of her classmates gathered at the starting line. Izuku was there, nervously bouncing on the balls of his feet as he adjusted his gloves. When his eyes landed on Y/N, they widened, his mouth hanging open slightly.

“Y-Y/N?” Izuku stammered, his voice faltering as he looked her up and down. His face flushed an intense crimson, and Y/N couldn’t help but smile at his reaction.

“Do you like it?” she asked, her voice smooth with a teasing undertone.

Izuku scrambled for words, his face reddening further. “You—uh—you look amazing! Your costume is so cool! I mean, it’s really unique! Definitely not what I was expecting…”

Y/N smirked, feeling slightly satisfied with the effect she was having on him. “Glad you think so, Izuku,” she said, her voice light but still teasing.

Before Izuku could stumble over his words again, a voice cut through the air, sharp and accusatory.

“What the hell are you wearing?”

Y/N turned to find Bakugo standing with his usual scowl plastered across his face. His arms were crossed over his chest, and his sharp eyes narrowed at her with disapproval.

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, unfazed by his usual abrasive tone. “Momo worked hard on it, actually,” she replied, her voice casual. “And I wanted something bold. You got a problem with that, Bakugo?”

The class went silent for a moment, the other students eyeing the exchange. Some of the boys looked surprised, while others were clearly trying to hold back their reactions. Y/N couldn’t care less—Bakugo was always full of hot air.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she continued, her smirk growing as she met Bakugo’s glare. “Maybe you should try complimenting someone for once.”

Behind her, a few girls chuckled softly. Even Mina couldn’t help but giggle. Bakugo’s face turned a shade of red that could rival a tomato, his mouth opening and closing as he sputtered in irritation.

“I didn’t ask for your opinion, idiot!” he snapped, but there was less heat behind it than usual. His scowl softened a little as he huffed and crossed his arms tighter.

Y/N’s smile deepened, thoroughly entertained by the rare moment of Bakugo being flustered. She turned away from him, noticing the other students still eyeing her with curiosity. 

“Honestly, Y/N, you’re rocking that look,” Mina chimed in, grinning widely. “You’re making us all look like amateurs.”

Y/N chuckled softly, glancing over at Momo, who was watching her with a smile of pride. “I’m just here to do my best. And I couldn’t let Momo’s hard work go to waste.” 

“Oh, stop,” Momo said, laughing modestly. “It was no problem at all. You look great.”

Y/N smiled at her and winked. “Thanks for the help. You really knocked it out of the park with this one.”

“I love the whole vibe!” Ochaco added enthusiastically, her voice filled with admiration. “You look like a total badass! I’d be so intimidated to face you in combat!”

Y/N grinned at Ochaco, her lips curling upward in a playful way. “Well, that’s the idea. Gotta keep everyone on their toes, right?” She raised an eyebrow, surveying her classmates' reactions. “If they’re scared, that’s just an added bonus.”

Todoroki glanced over at her, his usually stoic expression unreadable. Y/N couldn’t quite place what he was thinking, but his gaze was piercing. Still, no one commented further—most of them had learned better than to provoke her in front of the whole class.

“Well, now that we’re all here…” All Might’s voice boomed from the center of the field, drawing everyone’s attention to him. “Let’s get started with Hero Basic Training! Today, we’re going to run a simulation: heroes versus villains!”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat as she turned her focus to All Might. She was always excited for training, but simulations like this were her favorite. The adrenaline, the challenge—it was what she lived for. The thrill of the competition was always high, but today, there was something else in the air. Maybe it was the blindfold, or maybe it was just the tension of wearing such an eye-catching outfit. Either way, she was ready to dive in.

“The scenario is this,” All Might continued, grinning widely. “The villains have taken control of a nuclear weapon and are planning to deploy it. The heroes need to stop them by either capturing the villains or reaching the nuclear core before time runs out. If the villains capture all the heroes or hold onto the core until time’s up, the villains win. If the heroes manage to stop them, the heroes win.”

There was a murmur of excitement from the class. Y/N didn’t get too wrapped up in the details—she knew what she had to do. Her mind was already focused on strategy, her instincts kicking into gear. The rest of the students seemed ready, but Y/N knew she had something extra up her sleeve today.

“All teams will be drawn by lots,” All Might continued, gesturing toward a container filled with folded slips of paper. “Let’s see who’ll be working with whom!”

As the teams were called up, Y/N stood back, her arms crossed and her expression calm. She wasn’t nervous—far from it. She was more curious about who she’d be paired with. There was a lot of talent in Class 1-A, but she wasn’t sure who would complement her abilities best. But, like always, she was confident she’d make it work no matter who her teammate was.

Finally, when the last of the teams had been drawn, All Might clapped his hands together and looked around at the gathered students. “All right, Y/N, you’re with me!”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into an amused smirk. “With you?” she asked, her tone light but intrigued.

All Might grinned back at her, his usual excitement filling the air. “That’s right! I’ll be teaching you a thing or two during this exercise.”

Y/N glanced over at the other students, noting their expressions. Some of them were impressed, others just curious. But she couldn’t help but be curious herself. All Might was a legend, and she had heard so much about his strength. Still, she wasn’t one to rely solely on brute force. She’d have to rely on her own abilities as well as her wits if she was going to keep up.

As she walked over to join All Might, she noticed Tenya Iida coming up to her, his usual serious expression on his face. He adjusted his glasses as he approached, a nervous excitement in his demeanor.

“Y/N, you’re with All Might?” Tenya asked, his voice full of admiration. “That’s incredible! I’m sure you two will be a powerhouse!”

Y/N gave him a small smile, amused by his earnestness. “I hope so. We’ll give it our best shot, right?” She raised an eyebrow, glancing at him curiously.

 “What about you? Who are you paired with?”

“I’m with Todoroki,” Iida replied, giving a nod in Todoroki’s direction. “It’ll be an honor, of course. He’s very capable, and I look forward to working with him.”

Y/N gave a light chuckle. “You’ll do great, I’m sure of it.”

The countdown to the start of the simulation began, and Y/N’s focus sharpened. The field was about to become a battleground, and she was ready to dive in headfirst.

The simulation was in full swing, and Class 1-A was about to experience something unlike any of their previous training exercises. All Might and Y/N stood side by side in the villain role, tasked with guarding the nuclear weapon. Their mission was simple: prevent the heroes from achieving victory. But the way they would go about it was far from ordinary.

All Might’s booming voice was unusually calm today, his usual enthusiasm dimmed by the weight of their roles. He glanced at Y/N, his gaze sharp yet approving. “You know the plan, Y/N?” he asked, his tone serious, a subtle shift in his voice betraying the rare tension that ran through him as he prepared to test his students from the other side of the battlefield.

Y/N nodded, her expression serious and focused as she adjusted the straps of her villain costume. Unlike her usual attire, this suit was darker, designed to make her blend into the shadows and strike with precision. “I’ve got it covered,” she replied with unwavering confidence. “We just need to make sure Hagakure and Denki don’t get anywhere near the core. If they’re expecting a flashy villain fight, they’re going to be sorely disappointed.”

Her lips curled up into a smirk as she glanced at All Might. “They’re heroes, right? But we’re playing the game on our terms.”

All Might chuckled softly, an approving nod following her words. “I like that. Don’t forget, though, we’re not relying on sheer strength today. We need to outsmart them, too. Let’s see what you can do.”

With a quick thumbs-up, Y/N moved into position, disappearing into the shadows with practiced ease. The villain role suited her perfectly; it was all about subtlety, misdirection, and deception. She wasn’t a typical brute force villain; her strength lay in her agility, intelligence, and ability to manipulate her surroundings to her advantage.

The heroes had already begun their approach. Hagakure, the invisible girl, and Denki, the electric enthusiast, were an interesting pair. While both were skilled in their own right, they lacked the combat experience to keep up with the tactical prowess Y/N planned to deploy. She could feel the familiar buzz of excitement as she prepared to play her hand.

As Hagakure and Denki rounded a corner of the training area, Y/N’s heart raced with anticipation. It was time. She had already studied their movements, anticipated their next steps, and knew exactly how to catch them off guard.

With a sharp intake of breath, Y/N sprang into action. Her movements were fluid, fast, and deliberate, as she closed the distance between herself and the unsuspecting heroes. Her heels clicked against the concrete with an eerie sharpness as she sprinted forward, her target in sight.

“Where do you think you’re going, heroes?” Y/N’s voice cut through the air, dark with malice, as she confronted them head-on.

Hagakure, invisible as ever, made her move toward the nuclear core, but Y/N was already on top of her. Without warning, she darted forward, her speed blinding, and grabbed Hagakure by the wrist, halting her advance. The surprise attack left Hagakure no time to react or escape.

Denki, eager to protect his teammate, launched a bolt of electricity toward Y/N. But she had already anticipated the move. Her reflexes were sharp, her movements precise as she ducked under the blast with ease. The crackling electricity shot past her, narrowly missing her by inches.

“Is that the best you’ve got?” Y/N taunted, her voice dripping with mockery as she effortlessly dodged Denki’s next attack. The air around her crackled with energy, but she remained unphased, her body moving like a dancer, every step calculated and graceful.

From the sidelines, All Might watched in approval, his eyes sharp as he observed his student’s performance. “She’s got them thinking. Good work, Y/N,” he muttered to himself, a hint of admiration in his voice.

The battle continued, but it was clear that Y/N had already gained the upper hand. She danced around Denki’s electric blasts, moving with a fluidity that left him struggling to land a hit. Meanwhile, she kept Hagakure at bay, blocking her every attempt to escape.

Though Denki was increasingly desperate, Y/N stayed calm, acting the part of the seasoned villain with ease. Her quirkless state added an extra layer of depth to her strategy—she didn’t rely on overwhelming power, but on speed, adaptability, and intelligence. Every step, every move, was calculated to outmaneuver her opponents, forcing them to play by her rules.

It wasn’t about overpowering them; it was about getting them to make mistakes. She needed to make them feel like they were in control, then take it all away in an instant.

Denki hesitated for a moment, trying to figure out his next move. Y/N saw her chance. Her eyes narrowed, and like a predator, she closed in on him. In a blink of an eye, she struck. A swift kick to his side knocked him off balance, sending him sprawling to the ground. Before he could recover, she swept her leg in a fluid motion, taking him off his feet.

“Too slow,” she said, her voice low and cold. She moved like a shadow, her presence almost imperceptible as she took control of the situation. Denki, struggling to regain his footing, could do little but watch as she outpaced him at every turn.

Meanwhile, Hagakure, realizing the gravity of their situation, scrambled to escape, but Y/N was already steps ahead. She blocked off every possible route, her movements precise and deliberate. She toyed with them, her every action pushing them further into a corner.

By the time All Might stepped in, the match had already been decided. Hagakure and Denki were defeated, their movements sluggish and disoriented as they realized they had no way out.

“All right, you two,” All Might called out, his booming voice cutting through the tension of the moment. “That’s enough. You’ve lost this round.”

Y/N stood, arms crossed, watching Hagakure and Denki struggle to get up. She wasn’t a cruel person, not by nature, but in this moment, playing the villain had felt oddly satisfying. She had been in control, had outsmarted them, and had made them second-guess every decision they made.

As Hagakure and Denki conceded, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a small thrill of triumph. She had done well—better than she expected. This wasn’t about victory for victory’s sake. It was about proving to herself that her abilities, even without a quirk, were enough to outwit some of the best heroes in her class.

“Great job, Y/N!” All Might called out, beaming with pride as he clapped her on the shoulder. His usual enthusiasm was back in full force.

Y/N gave him a small smile, her expression calm but satisfied. “Just doing my part,” she said, her voice light. But inside, she couldn’t help but reflect on the strange feeling of satisfaction that came with this victory.

She had been on the opposite side, playing the villain, and yet it had felt strangely fulfilling. The game had been hers to control. The heroes may have been quick to act, but in the end, they had underestimated her. Perhaps this was what it felt like to be on the right side of things for once. She had played her role to perfection—and for the first time, the chaos of the villain’s world felt like home.