On the Run

Attack

Please tell me if this feels slow. Vote, comment, read, and enjoy. Bold is Japanese.

Time moved fast. It'd been over 4 months since Kaminari and friends arrived at your doorstep. Life at home for you had become livelier since Japan's heroes moved in. And you were enjoying every second of it. Though you would never admit it to them.

Bakugo was an amazing chef, who reluctantly (read: willingly and happily) helped you cook dinner for the whole group.

Midoriya was incredibly fun to talk to, especially with his indescribable knowledge of heroes. 

Mina had a fantastic fashion sense, helping you pick out new outfits each day for work. 

Jirou had wonderful taste in music, and you frequently jammed with her in your bedroom, along with Bakugo, which was a surprise.

You hung out with other women your age who had similar dreams, and cool guys who weren't judgmental of your choices. You didn't have to worry about a filter, nor did you have to worry about being awkward, because these people seemed to have made you better.

You weren't as lonely. Yes, you had two wonderful children and an awesome best friend, but sometimes it wouldn't be enough. Sure, they were technically criminals and you were technically aiding them, making you an accomplice by association, but you knew they were good people and would help prove that.

But life wouldn't always be sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows.

Today, you planned a fun evening. Summer was slowly approaching, and with it came the end of the school year. You brought out drinks and snacks, Bakugo cooked Japanese finger food with the help of Kirishima, games commenced, and everyone was having a lovely time. You made sure to put on a kid-friendly movie, and everyone gathered around on the large couch. Nothing could bring down your mood.

That was until you got a text from Arsenal.

"Turn on channel 7."

Your face morphed into confusion, and your stomach started to sink. You quietly left the tangled arms of Kya, Oliver, and Aria, who were cuddling with you.

"Mama? Where are you going? You're gonna miss the movie!" Kya whispered as you walked towards your room.

"I'll be right back, love. I need to check something,"

"OK, hurry back," she said, returning to the movie. You speed-walked to your room, slamming open the door.  You turned on the TV, hoping against hope that what you would see wouldn't be bad.

As always, the world wouldn't be so merciful. The words on the screen told you that.

"Breaking news!! Worldwide attack on major cities tonight in the US."

"Fuck," you cursed, frantically pulling on your extra hero suit, stocking up on the different pieces of metal you could find. You texted Maya, running to the kitchen. You kept your extra knives in the back of your cupboards. The doors slammed as you frantically searched, piling them in different pockets of your suit. You shoved the rest into your new utility belt. 

Fuckfuckfuckfuck, shitshitshit!

Gauntlets? Check.

Boots? Check.

Weapons? Check.

Mask? Check.

"Hey? What's wrong? I thought we were watching the movie?" Midoriya walked into the kitchen, confusion in his voice. He picked up on your panicky breaths, knowing something wasn't right.