Tangled in Blue Flames and Red Wings (Dabi/Touya x reader x Hawks) [HIATUS]

Bonus Chapter 2: Hisashi's Origin (continued)

Hisashi woke up with his heart heavy, but he smiled genuinely. He didn't know if it was just a dream, but he'd like to believe that Yuta was happy. Yuta kissed his cheek the day before he killed himself, when he was walking him home.

"Goodbye Hisashi." He had told him. "Thank you for protecting me, when they come to bully us. I'll never forget you, you know?"

Hisashi thought it was a regular goodbye, with a bit of extra sentiment. So he kissed his cheek back.

"Goodbye Yuta. I'll always protect you, because I dragged you into my mess. I'll see you tomorrow at school, okay?"

He had left, not knowing he wouldn't see him tomorrow. When they were targeted to be beat up, Hisashi would always stand in front of Yuta. Though he was older, he was small too. And Hisashi blamed himself for his tears. So he would protect him. And they'd smile together, even when they were both bruised. Yuta was a new kid, who came when Hisashi was 6. He was the first to look at him with curiosity and not judgement. They were good friends shortly after.

Ritsu was right, he had sparring today, and he ended up right back at her place.

"Nice to see you, Hisashi-San." Ritsu said when he entered. "I told you that you would return the next day."

"Oh hush. It seems as if Shigaraki-Sensei has taken a liking to me healing after training instead of continuing immediately. And he knows I won't rest. So you're my only option."

"In that case, glad to be of service, Hisashi-San."

"Of course you are."

Being that they were doing gun sparring, Hisashi was shot in his shoulder.

"What type of training do you do.."

"Serious training."

"If you mean deadly by serious, then yeah that's pretty serious. Who shot you?"

"Sensei. Duh."

"Why?"

"For training dammit."

"Okay okay sorry. You already know what to do. Shirt off."

"Yeah. So. About that. I can't lift up my arm. Already tried that, it pushed the bullet deeper. Please cut my shirt."

"No need to cut it. I'll take it off carefully for you, don't worry."

And she did just that.

"See? Cutting was unnecessary. You just have a mind of destruction."

"Maybe so. The bullet is still in me, Ritsu-Sama."

"Right. I'll get started."

She removed the bullet, closed the wound, and healed it.

"Thanks again. I'll be going now."

"Hisashi, stay."

"Stay?"

"Yes. Stay. With me."

"Hm. Fine."

"That easy?"

"It's not your first time trying to get me to stay. If you'll be so persistent, I might as well stay for once."

Her green eyes sparkled, and she smiled at him. A sweet smile. He knew she didn't deserve what she got.

As they saw each other often enough, Ritsu and Hisashi eventually became best friends. He would hang out with her whenever he wasn't training or assassinating. The heroes gave him the name "The Reaper" due to him being an assassin that not only claimed many lives, but his usage of a scythe, that he often decapitated people with. He liked the name, as the American grim reaper was the reason he even used a scythe.