Pity the Flowers:POVs Endeavor x femreader!

AU pov: you are Endeavor's first love (end)

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They ran. Heroes. Men and women. Civilian fleeing from a real monster. A villain. You couldn't blame them.

But they'd never make it.

"We need All Might! When will All Might come?!"

One hero screamed at you. You drew the moisture out from your skin and casted sheer cold in the near vicinity, hoping to buy some time. Multiple cities were attacked tonight, and the city you responded to had the worst pre-emptive measure for an assault like this.

"All Might's responding to multiple cities as we speak! He's in Nabu city right now which means there are 10 cities in between. We need time!"

Panting. Your breath caught in your lungs as your arms pumped. You were slowing, unconsciously. You turned your head again, measuring. You're able to produce frost by taking the moisture from your skin, in an above freezing temperature coming in contact with your skin that is below freezing temperature. Basically, you are only able to use your quirk when you're hydrated.
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"We'll never make it."

"They're staying? Are they crazy?"

A hero slowed. Endeavor's subordinates-they looked back. They were incredulous. They stared back at you. But Endeavor turned back.

"Endeavor!"

The Flame Hero shook off their hand as they grabbed at him.

"Let go of me. I have to stay. We have to stay."

"That's crazy. There's no stopping that."

They looked at the villain. Or what they thought to be a villain. It didn't speak. Some sort of monster with inhuman speed and strength. It was so big. And the mutated things -they wavered, looking at the horizon. But Enji walked forwards. He pointed his other hand and fire erupted in a line, burning towards the thing. He looked back.

"Go, if you want. But I will not run! Heroes do not run!"

He came forwards. The heroes stopped. Then they followed Endeavor. It was that or run. Such an easy choice. And yet-

More teams turned. You didn't even know their names.
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The Flame Hero stood at your back. You looked and saw Enji. He had let go of his bracers. Now, the beat up protector was in his hand, a some sort of grenade and the gauntlets in the other. He looked at you.

"You must not die. Run away." He says your name, begging. "Please?"

You looked at him. Heroes do not run, those were his words and yet he was willing to bend his convictions for you. His high ideal that he strived for has an exception for you. And you wanted to tell him...but there was no time. The things with jagged teeth and protruding bones, were a few feet away.

You hugged him and kissed him on his cheek once.
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There. You aimed for a smooth section just past the eye. The head. You swung your copper blade with all your strength. Copper blade because it is the only metal that could be chilled close to absolute zero.

It could do it, you hope. Your arm struck the thick armor across the not-villain's head.

And rebounded.

You felt the ringing impact. She stared down at the thick frost you wrapped over the blade shivered and bounced off the its head.

Impossible. Your blade chilled to 6 millikelvins. It failed to break through its skin, not even on the second swing. Nor third. Six-thousandths of a degree above absolute zero. And nothing.