My hero academia PT3 oneshots

Finally Found You (Maddie)

Crying, you write in your little notebook, it having been an awful day. You have a little habit. Whenever you just need it, you write fanfiction for your favorite anime, My Hero Academia. Today, you write about your favorite character, just wanting him to comfort you. In the ending, Y/n and F/c (-favorite character) cuddle on a couch, him telling her that it all be alright.
That's what you need right now. Reassurance.
After you finish, you post it as always, then lie down to sleep. Before falling asleep, you say to the non-living boy you have come to love, "I wish you were really here. I wish I didn't have to just dream and imagine you. I wish you were right here with me, holding me and telling me that it'll all be okay. I wish I could have you within my grasp." You start sobbing, feeling awful. It's been such a difficult week, nothing going right. You just want him. Your beloved. If he was here, he'd make it all better. He always does. That's what he does.
Early in the morning, your alarm goes off, and you must wake up and start your day. Dreading it all, you drag yourself out of bed and go straight to the bathroom. The first thing you do is get into the shower, letting the scolding water hit your flesh, which wakes you up the way you need it to. Of course, you wash your face, and look in the mirror, glaring at your own self considering that it's a morning. What an abomination.
Then, you get dressed, wearing your favorite color to at least make something of the day. Breakfast isn't much, being just cereal. After that, you get on with your day, having responsibilities to fulfill. The day itself is long and tiring. Another bad one. The people who usually bother you pester you as always. But that's nothing new. On your way home, there's yelling and screaming down a corner. What could it be? Curious, confused, and concerned,
you dart in the direction of shouting, but stop in your tracks. Can it be? Is it really? No. It can't be. Not possible. No. But is it?
Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes? Maybe? No. Most definitely, yes. It just has to be. You could always recognize him. But how...?