To Change Our Future [Sir Nighteye x Reader]

the number

The next day you opened your computer to do work. After your building had got set on fire, you had been working from home. You looked at your email, and opened up the one from your boss. You read through it not quite processing what it said. You read it over three more times before it finally sunk in. You were fired because the company needed to use money to find a different location after the fire. You hit your forehead punctuating your sentence.

"Just *hit* not *hit* going to *hit* give *hit* me *hit* a break! *hit*" You sighed and got up walking into the kitchen to get some coffee. Something caught your eye near the door. You walked over towards the door and picked up a little card. It was Mirai's business card. It had All Might's agency's number on the bottom. You flipped it over where he had written in his own hand;

Your heartbeat accelerated. You quickly added his contact on your phone, but decided not to text him yet. Then proceeded to look for jobs on your computer. After searching the entire day, you hadn't found anything, but you had new confidence and hope in you. After waiting all day, you texted him.

Y/n: Hey... what are you doing?

He wrote back immediately.

Mirai: Who is this?

Y: Y/n.

M: I was wondering when you'd text me.

Y: You were waiting for me to text you?

You blushed at your own text.

M: No.

'So blunt!'  You thought

M: Are you okay?

Your forehead wrinkled as your eyebrows raised in surprise.

Y: Yes.

M: Are you sure? You did say you were going to kill yourself.

You felt extremely embarrassed and ashamed about it.

Y: Sorry. I think I got carried away. I've just been lonely recently.

You got embarrassed about your last text after you sent it. He probably thought you were such a loser and weakling.

M: Just so you know. I'm in America.

Y: HUH?

M: All Might and I have business here.

M: There's a villain who's been using his quirk to control important politicians.

Y: Sounds serious.

M: It is. We'll be here for at least two weeks. We don't know who we can trust.

M: He has a lot of influence.

Y: Two weeks is pretty long.

You pouted. As if Mirai knew you were frowning he texted you again.

M: It won't be that long. Busy yourself with work or books or something. I'll be there.

Y: Heh. About that...

M: What?

Y: Nothing.

'You're such a fucking loser. No job. No boyfriend. No one who loves you. No one even cares about you. Why don't you tell him the truth? Too afraid? Too afraid he won't love a loser like you?'

"Shut up!" You said to yourself.

Y: Goodnight

M: It's 5:37 am here.

Y: 😮 Never mind then.

Y: You wake up really early.

M: I suppose so. I just want to get as much work done as possible.

Y: Do you wake up this early everyday?

M: No. I usually wake up at 6.

M: I have to go. If you're still awake in two hours we can talk.

M: That's when I'll have breakfast.

Y: It'll only be 9:30ish then so yeah. I'll be awake.

M: Goodbye.

Y: Goodbye

Rubbing your eyes, you scrolled through some news trying to pass the time. There were some headlines about the economy, politics, fires, celebrities, etc. However, one headline caught your eye:

Reading the whole article, an idea popped into your head. For the first time in a long time, a genuine (and mischievous) smile appeared on your face.

'You've done it this time Y/n! You've really done it!'