MHA: Harbinger of Fear - Male Reader x Midnight

Part 36

Y/N was never a firm believer in terms of religion. Not because of some sense of conflicting opinions or belief in science, but because he never really had time to think about it.

A good portion of his childhood he spent with an adoptive family, people who believed in turning the other cheek. Forgive and forget.

And his teenage years were with Nana, a woman from another culture with a different view of society as a whole. He couldn't fully understand it until he was able to fully understand her language, but by then he already had his own morals and sense of the world.

So even without a full grasp on religion, he never expected to wake up again, covered in sterile blankets with pain shooting up his arm. He thought the darkness was all there is to someone's ending.

Grunting in pain when he winced, he felt an aching stiffness in his brow, a point of impact that would leave a lifetime scar.

Taking a few deep breaths, he calmed himself and lied still, growing more aware of his surroundings by the minute.

A hospital.

The evening sun was hidden behind a thick curtain, while the buzzing halls of a hospital were muffled by a shut door.

He was alone, and it raised concern. He wondered how Toshinori and Nana were faring as he recalled one mortally wounded and the other unconscious.

Looking around, he eventually found a remote on the side of his bed, displaying a variety of buttons with one being pushed.

Hissing as he relaxed, he took a good long look at his arm to see the line of scars scattered all over. It best resembled a shattered pot, pieced back together with glue.

Using his good arm was easy in comparison to the other, so he checked his brow to feel smooth, tender tissue. A scar.

Recovery Girl.

There was no doubt about it, the nurse had pulled him out of the fire as she always did. He was sure to thank her for undoubtedly saving his life.

Flexing his scarred arm, he sighed, growing more and more attuned to the pain, and so as the minutes passed, allowed him to scratch the back of his neck where his hospital gown's tag constantly poked him.

Turning his neck one way and then the other, he felt the tense and aching muscles stretch before popping the bone underneath.

He may have been in pain, but his energy was replenished, giving him all the strength and motivation he needed to get out of bed and enjoy a good stretch.

The personnel may have anticipated his awakening because all that restricted his movement was soreness and mild tension.

Pulling the curtain back to the window, he squinted at the city below until his eyes adjusted.

The long, pensive gaze came to an end when the door finally opened, revealing a nurse who was much too busy with a clipboard to notice him, but when he did, he visibly recoiled at the sight of the Vigilante.

"Uhhh..." The young man cleared his throat. "I didn't think it was you pushing the button."

"Hmm." Y/N offered a short hum before taking a seat beside the window. "How long has it been?"

"Err, a few days." The nurse muttered, clicking the remote to turn off the alarm.

"Any idea who brought me in?"

"Yeah." He nodded with his clipboard tucked in his armpit. "The hero Mirko."

Mirko?

Y/N couldn't say the name rang any bells. However , he was grateful to be given this opportunity.