MHA: Harbinger of Fear - Male Reader x Midnight

Part 26

One day, on a slow and boring afternoon, Y/N sat in his room, droning away at his studies.

In just his final year of UA alone, he had accumulated the fame and reputation to live a long and comfortable life, not just for himself either.

As much as he loved this quaint little home near the coast, he already planned for something better for his adoptive mother.

He sighed, knowing he drifted away from his studies again. His final exams no less.

Y/N had a feeling the government couldn't let him fail, but he wasn't about to give up now, not after all these hours he put into UA, never mind learning Japanese.

But it was hard to think when his thoughts constantly drifted to the trees outside his open window. And even harder to concentrate when a cool breeze came in, greeting him with the smell of a nearby rice patty.

Suddenly, a sharp 'cling' gained his attention, further driving him away from a textbook laid out before him.

Grabbing his phone, he saw a text from an all too familiar name.

Nemuri: What are you doing?

Running his hand through his hair, Y/N mulled his answer over for a mere four seconds.

Y/N: Nothing, really. Why?

Tapping the pages of his homework with a pen, he waited. And not for long.

Nemuri: You want to hang out?

Tapping the screen of his phone, he typed up a reply and was out the sliding door to his room in a heartbeat.

Y/N: Anything's better than homework.

Walking down a small hallway and taking a left, he brushed right past Nana who stood beside a heating kettle, book in hand.

"Where are you going?" She asked with a passive tone.

"Musutafu." Y/N replied, already by the door and pulling on his shoes.

"Girlfriend troubles?" She teased with a smile behind the hardcover of a fantasy novel.

"Sure." He said without a pause in movement. "I'll be back before dinner."

"Mhm." Nana hummed with a raise of her brows.

Opening the sliding door to their home, he took a few long strides forward and jumped. The power he put into such a simple action was staggering, thrusting him up and clean through the clouds with only a few unnoticeable cracks in the packed dirt.

On a warm day like this, he wore something simple, American. A (Favorite Color) t-shirt that clung to his athletic build, a pair of jeans hanging just along his ankles, and a comfortable pair of shoes he liked.

The clothes billowed out around him, filled with momentary moisture from a nearby cloud that rapidly dried when he gained a sense of direction and flew off.

At nineteen years old he crushed the sound barrier, allowing him to cruise through the air at a comfortable sixteen-hundred kilometers an hour. It's safe to say that he made it to Musutafu in no time.

The city wasn't hard to see, especially on a clear day such as this one. But as he neared, he was sure to lower his speed enough for the sonic boom to catch up to him.

Flying along the coast, he rapidly neared a specific building in a jungle of concrete, an apartment complex to be specific.

Again lowering his speed, he suddenly cut his energy output and dropped to the roof where poles were connected with string to dry clothes, and pots were laid out for a comfortable bath of the sun in a sprouting garden.