Bloody Manifest (Male Reader X MHA)

Chapter 3: Clash

With one foot in front of the other Y/N could be spotted making his way to the front gates of U.A he had only recently finished his first teaching session mere minutes ago and for such an eventful day all he wanted to do as of now was go home and lay down. However the hero's train of thought was suddenly interrupted as he bumped into someone the latter falling onto the ground.

"Ow." The boy said as he rubbed the back of his head.

"Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going." Y/N said, extending his hand as an offering.

"No no it's fine, I was walking to slow is all." The boy apologized as he grabbed Y/N's hand bringing him back up onto his two feet.

"Ah don't go blaming yourself, I'm more at fault than you are." Y/N said.

"I'll agree to disagree Mr L/N." The boy stated as he let go of Y/n's hand.

"Do I know you?" Y/n asked, an eyebrow raised beneath his helmet.

"Oh yeah we haven't been properly introduced to one another have we. My name is Masahiro Ojiro sir, I'm a student in class 1-A." Ojiro concluded as he bowed.

"Ah so you're one of my students, sorry I didn't recognize you." The hero said embarrassingly.

"It's fine, considering your disability and all." Ojiro remarked rubbing at the nape of his neck.

"Well as much as I'd love to chat it's best we leave that for some other time seeing as we're both in a rush." Y/N said as he began to walk off.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow sensei." Ojiro said as he continued off in his direction.

"Hm, nice kid." 

After bidding farewell to his colleagues Y/N after a long walk home was relaxed, laying down on the couch in more casual clothes, there wasn't much for the hero to do seeing as both Nejire and her mother were still out. With a sigh escaping his lips Y/N rose to his feet and walked over to his room sleep didn't see like so bad of an option, it wasn't like he had anything better to do anyway. As Y/n dropped down onto his bed the cushioning of the mattress enveloping him the hero was quick to let sweet sensation of sleep claim him. 

"We have reports of a break in, in downtown Musutafu nearby units please respond."

Shooting awake Y/N held his chest as he felt his heartbeat ramp up, what happened to him. As his eyes darted around Y/N stopped for a second as he came to realise something, he could see. Placing both of his hands on his face Y/n began to feel all over to confirm his beliefs and indeed the man could once more see. Yet the man didn't feel joy no not even close, instead he was confused. Slowly but surely Y/n's eyes began to wonder as he tried to think of just where he was, until suddenly it clicked. from the broken down infrastructure to the sounds of distant sirens, Y/N somehow someway was back in Downtown Musutafu. The nail in the coffin to fully round off his suspicions being the nostalgic sight of his old house, but this feeling of nostalgia was vastly out shadowed by another feeling, fear.

Walking up to his old house Y/N was really trying to wonder just what in the world was going on. The air was frigid, ever breath he took yielded a faint puff of mist to exit his mouth. Folding his arms Y/N started to rub up and down his arms with his hands rapidly in a harrowing attempt to warm himself up. As all this transpired the man simply was left staring at his house, his mind was far to clouded to draw any sensible conclusions to help ascertain his situation and so with virtually no other options in sight Y/N began to walk up to his house. It'd been years since he'd visited his old home after all. Taking his first step through the door Y/N was immediately overwhelmed by the smell of cooking, the delightful smell filling his nostrils the divine smell even managing to warm him up. Taking a few more steps forward Y/N spotted a light emitting from the kitchen, was someone cooking dinner? Well whoever it was they were it was certain that they were cooking up a storm. Now that he thought of it the smell was extremely reminiscent to that of the curry Y/N's mother Aiko use to make. The mere thought almost bringing the man to tears.