A/N: Technically, this is an X OC, but since I've been doing a ton of X Reader stories lately, I'm turning this into both. Your name is Hanae Nazumi. Have fun.

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You sat at your desk, scratching happily away at the paper in your black-bound, very worn sketchbook.

It was getting full. You would have to get a new one soon.

You clicked the eraser end of your mechanical pencil before returning to your drawing. You frowned. Flipping your pencil over, you erased your mistaken marks before resuming your drawing.

Your white earbuds were in your ears during the class's study time, playing some of your favorite English music. The boy band Why Don't We, and Miley Cyrus were on the top of your list.

You mouthed the words to the song as you turned your book clockwise, getting the proper angle you needed as a final touch of your masterpiece.

You took a nice long look at your drawing, satisfied with the outcome.

You smiled neutrally. It was just how you envisioned it.

The image itself was a complex image to get onto paper. It was a mirror scene-A bride was looking into a mirror, staring at her reflection with a wide smile on her shaded lips. Her face was happy, but her eyes were filled with tears, spilling onto her face.

You heard your teacher walking up behind you and tore your earbuds out of your ears, looking up at your instructor in anticipation. This was a very prestigious school, and even though it was freetime, you weren't sure if you would be let off the hook.

"Nazumi-San?"

"Yes, Sensei?"

She held out her hand to you. "May I see?" she said, gesturing to your sketchbook. You had covered the open page with your hand, not wanting to lose the spot by closing it.

You hesitated before giving in. You handed the opened book to your teacher.

She looked at the image intently, turning the book every which way. You sat apprehensively in your seat, awaiting your teacher's response.

Eventually, she gave back your book, looking at the fifteen-year-old you.

She nodded approvingly at you. "You have quite a talent," she said coolly. "Keep it up."

Your chest swelled with pride. "Thank you, Sensei!"

You took your sketchbook back, smiling endearingly at your work of art.

At the top, you wrote the word " R" in English characters, titling your piece. At the bottom right, you signed it.

Hanazmae.

Your alter ego. Your pen name.

With that, the bell rang, which concluded your day.

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You walked down the halls of your school, your backpack snugly fitted on your shoulders. Your eyes were downcast, watching yours and the other girls' footsteps as they walked by.

She watched their movements, their positioning, their shape, how personalities and postures affected how they walked.

Some might think it's weird, but really, it's not. Not to you. It's just to keep your mind busy. To keep it away from the turmoil inside of you. Away from-

"Hanae!"

You looked up and around yourself as your hand rested on the padlock you had on your locker.

You saw a friend of yours running up to you and you painted a smile on your tired face.

"Hey, Hanae," she said excitedly, "You will never guess what Hinata did during our free hour-Hey, are you okay?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah," you chuckled, grabbing your things from your locker, stuffing them in your backpack. "I'm just a little tired."

"Huh…" she said skeptically, "I mean, you've been kind of down in the dumps lately, and you are taking everything out of your locker...you can see why that might be worrying, right?"

You looked up at her, then your locker, which was now completely cleared and neatly in your backpack, then at your backpack and back at her.

"Oh. Well, I just...wanted to clean out my stuff. Anyway, what did Hinata do?"

"Oh. Well, it was during free hour, and we finished everything and we were just hanging out outside. He approached me and my friends and from the boy's school across the street and wanted to play truth or dare! Believe it or not."

"That's weird. He hates truth or dare, I thought," you commented, continuing to clean your stuff out.

"I know! He does, is the thing. Anyway, he asked me. I said dare. He dared me to go out with him!"

Your mouth went open as you looked at your friend. "What? That's crazy! Well, congrats!"

"Thanks! It's just a dream come true! You know, I've liked him for a while, and now he's asking me out! I can't believe it! I'm super excited."

"I'm excited for you," you said happily.

"Yeah. I'm just glad that I got to be friends with him before this all, so I know him a little more. Now, I don't need to have any unrealistic expectations of him noticing me with me doing nothing!"

You laughed. "That would be kinda stupid, wouldn't it?"

"Yes! Tried it before. Didn't work. This is the smartest thing I have ever done, by far! I mean, it was still awkward sometimes, but it's so worth it!"

You chuckled. "Well, I'm really glad for you. I hope you guys have fun on your date. When is it?"

"I don't know yet. We exchanged numbers, though, so sometime soon. We'll work it out."

"Hm...Well, I wish you luck," you said.

"Thanks, Hanae. I'll need it. Oh! Mae! You'll ever guess what happened!"

You laughed and shook your head as she ran off to her other friends, telling them how she got asked out today.

Your friend and you weren't particularly close-but she was your closest friend at the same time. Neither of you had been to the other's houses, and she was more of the talker, you more of the listener. You would chime in every so often, but overall you were pretty quiet.

You weren't really someone to spill your life story to just anyone, either. So that's why you didn't tell her what happened, or why you were really clearing out your locker. You preferred it that way.

Your previous history of education has told you that concealing your feelings, being polite and compliant-especially towards men- was how a lady should act. Have connections and allies. Not friends. You have gotten very good at keeping your feelings secret, and built up your walls up to the point where...you could talk to anyone. But this girl's school wasn't really filled with the nicest girls, either. Just your friend.

As a kid, too, you never really had any friends. You very much preferred to be in your own little world of art and creativity. You loved to people watch and observe people rather than interact with them. 'Friends,' you didn't really have. 'People you talked to occasionally' was more of the technical term.

You walked outside, putting one earbud in. You didn't want to get run over on accident because you weren't paying attention. Contrary to popular belief.

"Hey, uh...Hanae!"

You turned around, looking behind you. You were surprised to see who it was.

"Tsuki-San," you said, "Uh...How, how can I help you?"

He was tall. Kind of extremely so. His hair was dark and his eyes were sharp. Needless to say, he was something of a crush of yours back when you were taller than him, over six years ago when the boarding school you attended was for both genders. Now, he goes to the boys school across the street. He was attractive. He was smart and easy to talk to.

"I was uh… I wanted to tell you that...We've known each other for a while..And we're pretty good friends, I think...right?"

You laughed and nodded. "Yeah, I'd say so."

"Well...I...I really like you, and I was wondering if you'd go out with me? Just get a coffee or some tea-not even like a date, just as friends to get to know each other or...something, you know?"

You smiled, looking down. This was a dream come true for you. He was sweet, nice, really handsome and you got along perfectly. If it were anytime else in your life before now, you might want to imagine your future with him.

But…

"Tsuki, I…" You started, trying to find the words. "I would love to, but...but I can't."

"What?" he asked in horror.

You kept your head down and bit back your tears. You hated to hurt him in this way.

"I'm so sorry, Tsuki-San, it...I just can't."

"Do you not like me in that way?" He asked desperately, "Am I not good enough for you? I swear I'll be-"

"No, no, Tsuki, you're perfect, really!" You implored. "Just...not for me. We can still be friends and I don't want things to be weird with us, if we can help it, but...I just can't go out with you."

"We can go as friends can't we?"

You sighed. He made this so hard on you. You turned your head away and shook away your tears.

"I can't. Maybe when my life is a little more settled," you suggested pathetically, "we can go to the movies or something...as friends."

He was looking down at the ground, saying nothing.

"I…" You wanted to apologize again, but you stopped yourself. You couldn't bring yourself to do it. So you just walked away, without another word.

You wiped your eyes as you walked swiftly across the crosswalk that just turned green, making your way back home.

There was so much going on in your head, your heart, your life. It would go against everything that your family and you were striving for.

But it broke your heart to do it.

So was it right?

You were almost home, passing a very familiar, large residence that made your heart stiffen. You walked past it as fast as possible.

Almost on cue, however, your phone buzzed. You received a text.

Mom (2:46 PM):

Hey, honey. I hope you had a good day at school :). Dad and I want to speak with you as soon as you get home, so try to hurry back!

You sighed.

You (2:46 PM):

I was actually planning on going to the studio for a bit…

Mom (2:47 PM):

Sure! How long?

You (2:47 PM):

till 6ish. Is that ok?

Mom (2:47 PM):

Just check in with dad and me before you go :)

You (2:47 PM):

K :)

Mom (2:47 PM):

:) 3

You put your phone away and pushed aside the feeling in your chest. The feeling that made you feel the sadness and reality of the situation.

You loved your mom, you really did. But, you couldn't help but feel angry at her for letting you and your siblings live like this. But then again… she would die for you. She would risk everything she had to make you happy. And she did, and has, time and time again.

Ever since seeing 'Yuri! On Ice' as a young child, you loved figure skating. It was the only time you ever felt free. You felt like you were safe. You would imagine yourself spinning side by side with someone with that same passion-or someone you would teach to have that passion-be it a partner or a child or a sibling.

Your mother would take you winter after winter, arena after arena whenever Father was away, and teach you to balance, to skate, to kick properly, to speed up, keep balance.

Eventually, an old friend of hers caught wind of you, and began teaching you competitively. You were eight years old. But, since you were in boarding school, you couldn't compete. If you ever wanted to, though, she told you you could win.

And those were the only two things you were good at. Skating and drawing, and maybe math.

And you owed it to your mother.

You walked into your house, listening to your mom chime in her friendly 'Hello.'

"Hi," you said coldly.

"Did you have a good day?" she asked cheerfully.

The memory of Tsuki-San made your heart twist.

"Yeah, it was fine," you said simply.

"Oh! That's wonderful!"

Before she could say anything else, you hurried upstairs and changed into a light colored crop top-the one you used for painting on-camera that you embroidered-and your project overalls, as you called them-the ones with the red wings you painted on the left leg. You undid and fixed your hair, pulling it into a high ponytail. You put your maroon headband over your silver hair and put in gold stud earrings.

You looked at yourself in your vanity mirror. You looked pathetic. You sighed and shut your eyes, clenching your fists.

You heard the door below you open, and you snapped out of your trance.

You knew that was your dad, and that he would much be wanting to speak with you.

So you ran downstairs.

"Hanae!" Your father bellowed, "I need to-"

"U-uh, I'm going to head to the studio," you said quickly, "I'll be back at six."

Before you could hear him object, you ran outside the door. A bit of fear and guilt rested in your chest, despite yourself. You ran outside and around the back where you traveled the trek it took to get to your studio you rented out was, about a fifteen minute walk from there.

Yes, you were the one who rented out the studio. You made a considerable amount of money from your commissions for other people and your small art business, and how popular you were on social media. You could make a living if you wanted to.

One that relied on cheap ramen and sleeping in the studio with a small cot, but a living nonetheless.

But, out of the funds you made, you only kept about 30% of them, as was your deal with your Father. And even then, Father was struggling to make ends meet for you all.

You walked into your studio, looking at all the projects you had made in the past, a nostalgic kind of sadness hit you. The Pro Hero: Hawks posters on the wall, and the sculpture you made of him that went viral...all of it was just memories. Even Hawks liked that post on Photogram, about a month ago.

Hawks was by far your favorite hero. Even though he wasn't very old or doing hero business for very long, that was the reason why you liked him. He was in the number three spot in a matter of three years as a Pro. It inspired you to be something great-do the things that you loved. You knew he had dreams bigger than himself, but it inspired you that he was still willing to reach for them, and work for them.

And besides that, he was incredibly handsome. Your project overalls' red wings were based off of his. The shirt you wore underneath you embroidered yourself- "Trademark Speed," with a red feather at the end of it.

As an artist, you loved testing out and trying new mediums, playing with them, doing things with them. To try something out, you would always recreate that saying- "Trademark Speed"-with the feather following behind. It was something of an inside joke among your followers-a catchphrase.

You went over to your storage unit and pulled out a large canvas-almost as big as the room itself with a cloth-type material. You had quite a project ahead of you.

You propped it up behind you, looking at your monitor the camera was attached to, making sure it was in the shot.

With a nod, you went and gathered your acrylic paints and paintbrushes, filled a jar with some water, and grabbed your paints and large wooden palette.

You snagged a pencil and your large studio sketchbook, looking at the reference design you created.

You nodded and made some changes to it. When you were happy, you decided to set your book aside and fix up your hair, looking at your 'reflection' on the monitor of yourself.

You let a sigh escape you as you pressed "Record."

You smiled at the camera. "Hello everyone. Hanazmae here, and...I have an announcement.

"Okay, so, today's video is almost completely unscripted. I did this on purpose, and uh….well, things are just crazy," you laughed.

You gathered yourself again, and you marked the recording for editing.

"So, without further ado, let's get with it."

Marked it again.

"Be sure to stay tuned for this whole video for part one of a really long speed paint I will be doing."

Marked.

"As I was saying, I do have an announcement for you all." you paused, suddenly getting emotional. "Uh… As many of you know, my father is a...somewhat wealthy, and a, uh... 'important' businessman." You were lying through your teeth and you knew it, but no one else did. "He has many partnerships with many people," not a lie, "some Pro Heroes and many important business people in Japan. However, things aren't going for us financially very well.

"With that being said...I, uh...I was born, basically for political reasons, specifically. And...I didn't know that until...a few weeks ago."

You took a steadying breath and looked straight into the camera. "Anyway, our finances and business has basically been...collapsing. And...Because of this situation I may be facing, I am not entirely sure how soon or not soon I will be posting another video after this. I will be very busy, and getting used to the changes that my life is handing me.

"I have been ordered by my father to switch to a more prestigious school for my education than the girl's part-time boarding school I have been attending, so I had to clear out all of my belongings today, and I start at my new school next week...Uh, I will be taught to do more 'homie-type' things from now on, and my quirk is going to be trained and honed a lot more, by tutors and specialists now.

"The reason all this is happening and why I won't be uploading for a while-possibly, probably, is…"

You paused, looking down then looking back up.

"I am getting married."

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