MHA oneshots

Us Against the World

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About time I did a Hawks. I didnt know what song to do him to then ms. Billie Eyelash whipped my little ass with this fucking song 😩. Ugh, such a bop.

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(Hawks x NB! Reader) (Slight angst?)

You awoke in a cold sweat.

It was the same dream again. The one where you had to put down that monstrosity. You could still hear it wires churning, headlight like eyes clicking as it blinked.

You swung your feet over the edge of your bed, catching your breath.

You usually werent this shaken up about it.

This bothered over a reoccurring memory. You wipe your nose, before pulling your hair back. A lump in your throat developed.

"Gotta keep it down." You squeezed your eyes shut, clenching the sheets in between your scarred fingers.

God, it hurt so much. Every thing you touched, gazed at, briefly thought about, would cease.

Becoming nothing more than a loving memory. It always ended up like that. You lose everytime.

Every goddamn time.

You bite the corner where your fingernail meet skin, tearing and drawing blood. Eyes stinging as you tried brushing the thoughts off.

The cries were becoming too hard to keep quiet. You leaned down between your legs, hands in your hair and pulled. Your teeth bite down on your lower lip to keep hushed.

You whimper quietly, memories of those you've let down making its course in your thoughts.

"Fuck." You sniffle. A shuffle from behind you forced you to shot your glance at the man behind you.

He didnt seem to be up, but he was a light sleeper. You looked on, feeling your heart ache.

He finally got a taste of that freedom he talked about. The crummy apartment in the suburbs somewhere far away from Japan, the weird 9-5 job he didnt really need, but wanted to experience.

And here you were, still running. Running with him at your side.

With no knowledge of what he was running from.

You cover your mouth, breathing quickly as the reality settled in.

What were you doing? What made you think that because you got Japan's little birdie, you would forget what you put those before him through?

He was bound to have the same fate.

You see his hand pat down the bed, frown forming.

He was looking for you. Your eyes widened, terrified. He takes a deep breath, waking up.

Wipe your tears. You werent crying. Clean yourself up.

You look disgusting when you do that.

"Y/N? What're you doing up so early? You dont need to go to work today."

You stayed silent, not wanting your voice to crack. He searches your eyes, concern morphing behind his golden ones.

"You okay?"

Your lower lip quivered as another flood came forward.

"Hey hey hey. Woah. Hey, it's okay." He instantly sits up and cradles you.

"I'm such a fucking screw up, Keigo. I keep dreaming the same fucking dream and expect something different to happen. But, I fuck it up the same fucking way."

"So many people died because of me! I dont want to hurt anybody anymore. I dont want to hurt myself anymore." You look up at him, nose running and slobbering.

"I dont want to hurt anymore."

Keigo readjusts his position, letting you sit on his lap curled up. Hes never seen you crack down like this.

It's been a rough couple of weeks for you. The whole "him being kidnapped" situation hasn't been touched on. You took it hard, sleep has become unmanageable for you.

You grew intense paranoia, scouring the house before letting him in. Sometimes, youd call him at work to hear him speak.

But, he never pushed you into talking. You didnt. You let him come out on his own. Accepting his baggage the moment his story left his lips.

His hands twiddle with the ends of your hair. You clung onto him, still quietly sniffling into his shirt.

It hurt seeing you like this. It made him feel powerless. He couldnt make the dreams go away or the memories erase from your head.

So, he just held you. His massive vermillion wings coddled you, giving you a sense of security. He tilts your head up.

"I got you, okay? I'm not going anywhere. Im staying right here." He kisses your forehead, the corners of your eyes before resting his head against yours.

"I'm staying right here. You got me." He reassures you, petting your hair. Keigo wipes any stray tears with his thumb, taking the opportunity to close the distance between you.

He could taste the tears on his lips. He doesnt push it any further, wanting to  comfort you more than anything.

He peppers you in affection, causing a light giggle to be heard.

There you were.

His little baby bird.

Doing the thing he liked seeing you do.

Smile.

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I...

I like it. I usually dont write fluffy stuff (as you could tell) because it doesnt really fit. But this shit b us s in. But, I gaslit myself a bit so 😀