𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 ||Neito Monoma x Reader||

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You had never cried so much before in your life. Even when your parents had died, you were you sure hadn't shed as many years as you were now. When you had found your poor baby sister horribly mutilated on your bed, you broke, as most any sane person would if they were to witness such a sight. But you felt horrible, like it was some how your fault. If only you had been there to protect her instead of being prideful and fighting Bakugou.
You hated that bastard. Even if Ejiro liked him so much, you just couldn't bring your self to actually care for a guy like that. Speaking of the Red head, he stood next to you at this very moment, a strong arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders.
Currently, you, Aunt Elizabeth, little Taku, Eijiro, and a few other of yours and Aika's friends stood in a large circle of mourning around her casket. You and your aunt had made it perfect for her, even if she wasn't here to enjoy it.
To your left was Aunt Elizabeth, red puffy eyes currently being dabbed at by a lace handkerchief. Besides these two were three oh Aika's good friends, Seki Yoshiko, Yoshida Midori, and Fukushima Kayo. All three of them were in year six with Aika, and you had only seen them a handful of times, but you knew they were about as close to Aika as you were to her. They were all hugging each other, crying at their own paces.
Taku was a sickly young boy who lived close to your aunt, and he had a big crush on her. Despite already hurting yourself, looking at him in this pathetic state simply broke you. You had known him for as long as you had known Aika, and he was just like a little brother to you.
Last bit not least, was Neito. He was standing awkwardly off to the side, drawing small shapes in the ground with his foot. His mind was else where as he looked down at his shoes. His yellow was hair dishevelled, and his skin was battered and bruised from an unknown cause, but he overall looked okay. His eyes weren't puffy like nearly everyone else, but instead they looked dry. He didn't look terrible, but he didn't look all that good either. Him and Eijiro were invited for moral support, and so far the red head was the only one doing his job.
Monoma seemed off today, sure your sister was been murdered, but he didn't know her that well. He really had no reason to be so spacey.

It had been a month since Aika's death, and in that time you had grown close with Eijiro and his other friends, particularly Ashido. The only downside to this, however, is that you mostly drifted from your female classmates in 1-B. You of course still said hello to Kendo when you saw her in your classes and the hallways, but other than that,  you didn't talk to them.
It was some what sad, but you didn't mind. In fact, you found your new company in 1-A far more enjoyable than in 1-B.
The best thing about this was that Neito had began to take a liking to your 1-A friends, which was a total relief to you. He even sat with the five of you at lunch, which you were very proud of him for.
Your thoughts were interrupted by a deep voice. "We're going to proceed with burying her now. If you do not want to watch, I suggest you leave now," he said grimly, grabbing his shovel in one of his gloved hands.
Silently, you released yourself from Kirishima's warm embrace, despite how much you enjoyed it. You had promised yourself at the beginning of the event that you wouldn't watch the actual burial. You had said your good byes and cried enough; you didn't think your already puffy eyes could handle another round of tears.
You walked around for a bit before you found a quiet bench away from everyone else. You held your hands in your lap as you sat down, not a single thought coming to your mind. This felt like the eye of the storm, a serene view away from all the horrors you had witnessed. Sometimes you wished you could just go back; back to when Aika was first born and you would help your parents cook in the kitchen.
Your parents had been simple people, wanting nothing more than to settle down with their children and watch them grow up. As far as you understood it, your parents work was some kind of police officer, except they didn't work with the law. They would catch "bad people", as they described it to you, like some kind of vigilantes.
Feeling a hand on your shoulder, you snapped your head around to meet a masked scarred face, the bottom half the only part visible. His raven hair fell in chunks around his pale cheeks.
You own features held a fairly confused expression; this man seemed strangely familiar. "Do I know you?" You quizzed, voice gravley and dry due to all your previous crying.
He withdrew his hand while scratching his cheek, standing there for a moment before answering, "does the name Seiichi ring a bell?"
Staring at him, you really tried your best to remember, but the name just wasn't familiar.
Seiichi seemed to notice this, as he didn't waste anymore with what he had to say. "Never mind, listen, I know this is sudden, seeing as you don't remember me, but I need to ask you a favor" He sat sat down right next to you, placing both of his hands if your shoulders and forcing you to look at him.
You brushed his hands off, glaring at him. "First off, don't touch me, and second, why would I help you?" You cocked an eyebrow, scooting away from him.
"It has something to do with Neito, he needs help, desperately," his serious eyes seemed to flash with a tone of desperation as he spoke.
All at once, the memories came flooding back. This was the same man who had asked for Neito's location when you had been visiting your aunt. Though you couldn't put your finger on his name, your intuition told you that you could trust this man, whoever he may be.
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Well..." You inhaled deeply, "okay, I'll think about it, but could you please just tell me what exactly is so troubling to him that he needs my help?" You lifted your shoulders, rolling them back in a stretch as you yawned. You really weren't all that concerned with Seiichi's request, you figured that what ever he needed help with would be an easy task for a simple reason.

"Neito is going to die"

Published November 6th, 2021