Summery: it has to be you kirishima!
Notes: this is short, I stoll it from my contribution to kiribaku month contribution I gave up on and never published. But oh well hope you enjoy ^^
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I remember as a kid people would always ask you what your quirk was.
It was like a get-to-know-you game.
Because more often than not people's quirks reflect their personalities.
Take uraraka for example, she's a very lighthearted, floaty, bubbly person. And I think almost everyone respects her for that.
Another example would be iida! He's like a car, sure he's very serious and strong but at the same time he helps people get to where they need to be. Whether that be a physical or mental thing.
That's why my quirk always confused me.
I'm a very, or so I've been told, kind person. I put others before me in almost every situation and I try to push people to their limits.
Hardening.
I can harden my skin.
That's my quirk. It's a basic one and really not that good.
Which is why I'm always trying to push myself. But maybe this time...
I pushed myself too hard.
Ringing, all I hear are the cry's of my classmates and the ringing of my ears after I hear the news.
'' t h e y g o t h i m ''
Sure we are hero's in training but that's the thing.
Training.
We're not there yet.
We're not hero's yet.
We can't protect the ones we love just yet.
We haven't yet been trained on how to know what that feeling in your gut is.
The feeling you get when someone you love is in danger.
The feeling you get when your best friend gets kidnapped.
The feeling you get when he grabs you hand after you yell for him to.
The feeling you get when you watch him smile as he does.
The feeling you get when you watch him play the drums so well you think you'll faint.
Because right now.
Right now while I'm flying over him yelling at him to come.
Right now in whatever world I'm in.
Right now as he sets off an explosion to launch himself into the air.
Right now...
I watch as he barely misses my hand.
And falls to for all I know his death.
I watch as he looks at me with pain in his eyes.
Oh those beautiful crimson blood red eyes that I love so much.
Wait..
Love?
Oh.
I see.
That's what this gut feeling is.
The feeling I've had sense the USJ attack.
The feeling that gets worse as I go on.
The feeling that got 10x worse the first time I saw him smile.
