MHA X Depressed Reader

~Chapter 38~

"It's been forever since I've been out!" I stretched, letting my body feel the cool air.
"Give her back!" Some red haired kid was standing as if he'd attack me. Kiri? Kirishima! The brat I hit. But he didn't get hurt.
"Why should I?" I smirk, resting my hands on my hips.
"It isn't your body."
"Well that's too bad now isn't it?"
"Mr. Aizawa, we have a problem." He talked normally. Then I heard a voice in my ear.
"What is it?" It was a raspy voice.
"Y/N is out. The thing is back."
"Don't engage." Then the voice cut out.
"What? Too weak to face me?"
"Of course not. But it is manly to know when you need backup."
"You aren't manly."
His mouth dropped. I wasn't wrong. He was some kid that thought he was a hot shot. I mean, who wears a hero outfit without a shirt? Some dumbass.
"I'll defeat you here and now."
"Sure kid."
"Why are you even doing this to her?" His stance faltered a bit.
"You don't know what she did to me." I walked closer. "You think I chose to be here? In this fucking body. I was a man. A nice, ripped man. Now I'm stuck inside of a suicidal girl's body."
"Don't talk about her like that." I trapped him in a bubble, squishing it with every word I spoke.
"She didn't even know I was there. And it was all her fault. If she didn't show up when she did, I would be free. At rest or roaming."
"She never wanted you." He hardened his body, trying to keep from getting crushed.
"Ouch. Tough talk from someone like you. I know everything about her. How she thinks, eats, and habits that get on my fucking nerves." I scrunched up my hand more. "And now, she doesn't even let me out. I could've been king gone but she fights. Fucking bitch."
"Don't talk about her like that!" I could hear running behind me. Near silent but not enough.
"Guess I have to wrap this up. Sorry kid." I blew a large bubble and floated it toward him carefully. She hasn't learned what she can do with these powers.
"Stay there-" and it exploded. It knocked him back a few feet leaving him knocked out by a wall.
"Oops." Some blonde haired kid, black haired, yellow haired, and some hot man were running toward me. Well, he was hot until his hair stood up. Shame.
"Don't fucking move, Y/N!" The blonde yelled.
"Sorry to disappoint but she isn't here right now. I am." I leaned back on a large block of rubble. The black haired kid ran to the red one and the blonde, yellow, and black haired man ran to me. "Guess I gotta fight. What a shame. I wanted this to be quick." I tilted my head to the right just enough to get a good crack in, repeating the step the left. The Blonde makes small explosions, flying toward me, falling at a quick rate.
"Fucking die!" He yells. How vulgar. I simply encase him in a bubble, sending it flying toward the others, popping just before his impact on the bodies. The teacher avoided him with a horizontal flip, throwing his scarf at me. It wrapped around me, hold me tight. Of course, there is always a little wiggle room for a bubble. I inflated one and expanded it rapidly until it encased me within it, slipping the scarf off.
"So you wanna battle like this?" I inflated small bubbles and had them float around me. "Let's play." As the bubbles swirled around, I grinned, manipulating them and sending them toward him. The Teacher lunged forward, deflecting bubbles with practiced precision. The air hummed with a clash of powers as I torrent, each bubble aiming to ensnare. The Teacher's scarf, repelled the bubbles, creating a barrier against me. Now, I was determined to end him so I conjured larger, more resilient bubbles. The Teacher twirled the scarf, deflecting them effortlessly, each movement a dance of mastery. No wonder he's a pro hero. I began to get frustrated but undeterred, conjured a colossal bubble, concealing its  form. The Teacher sensed the plan but it was too late. I send an exploding bubble toward him, knowing it'll engulf him and blow him up inside, spreading his bodily fragments in every direction.
"Admit it. I'm better-" what? What happened? My voice stopped and my mouth filled with fluid. Blood. The bubble popped before it reached the man. A familiar taste. I looked down and saw a broken pipe lodged through my abdomen. I spit up the blood and turned around. The red haired boy was in a throwing position. "I'm so sorry..." he was quiet but I could read lips.
"You can't lose me." I say. "Have fun." It's ok. I can always come back some other way.
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Why. Why am I in pain. I open my eyes and I have a fucking pipe in my stomach. The blood is dripping down my chin. What happened? Aizawa is standing ahead on me, in shock. "Aizawa?" I fall to my knees, the strength completely leaving them.
"Y/N!" Kirishima. I feel a hand on my back. "I'm so sorry. I couldn't do anything else. The other one was out and it was gonna kill Aizawa. I didn't want to. I'm so fucking unmanly. Please, I'm so sorry." He was crying.
"What the fuck did you do?!" Bakugo.
"Bro..." Sero.
"No, no no no. Y/N!!" Denks. "KIRISHIMA WHAT DID YOU DO?!" He screamed at him.
"I don't know what else I could've done!" He yelled back.
"Guys..."
"SOMETHING ELSE. NOT IMPALE HER!"
"LIKE YOU DID ANYTHING?!"
"Guys!..."
"You could've done something else shitty hair!!"
"You were busy watching Aizawa fight while tờ were on top of them-"
"GUYS!" Sero spoke up.
"WHAT?!" The others replied. They followed his eyes to me. The pole was still in my stomach but they were kneeling in a pool of my blood.
"She isn't gonna make it..."
"Yes the fuck she will!" Bakugo. He tried to pick me up.
"Ow, ow ow ow." I cried. He put me back down gently. "I'm sorry." All their eyes trained to my
Face. "If I was stronger to fight it off..." I sobbed. "I could've protected you guys."
"Oh, Y/N..." Kirishima cried softly.
"You did good. One of the most powerful one out of all of us. You've fought for so long." Denks kneeled down and placed my head on his lap. My breathingwas starting to labor.
"I'm sorry for not supporting you." Sero looked at me, kneeling next.
"I'm sorry for using my temper all the time and accusing you of being in the wrong." Bakugo was next.
"And I'm sorry for everything." Kirishima was already kneeling. "I'm sorry for leaving. I'm sorry for making you feel unseen. I'm sorry for throwing a fucking pole through your stomach." He covered his face but I could see the tears rolling down his cheeks.
"And thank you guys." I spoke. "Thank you Bakugo, for getting me things to make me feel better and noticing when something was wrong." He started to tear but fought it. "Thank you Kirishima for being so kind, and protecting Mina when I hurt her." He started to cry more, hiccuping between breaths. "Thank you Sero for being real with your feelings and not hiding them." His hair fell in front of his face. "And Denks, thank you for sticking by me, no matter what." I smiled. I felt my eyes burn. "I love you guys." They all hugged me and I couldn't hold back. "I don't want to die..." I sobbed. "I'm not ready."
"Y/N!" A voice came in from behind me. Mina. She ran up next to me and Sero moved out of the way. "No no no. Come on honey. You'll make it. We need to put pressure. That's all." She pressed her hand on my stomach and I screamed. "I know sweetie I know. But we have to." She started to cry. "As long as there's pressure. GUYS PUT PRESSURE!" She screamed.
"Mina."
"No no no shut up. I can save you." Her tears fell on my face.
"Mina please." My voice squeaked. She just shook her head. "Thank you for being the best girlfriend I could ever ask for."
"Y/n don't." Her mouth curved into a frown. "Stop. You won't die."
"You know I will." I smile weakly, hearing my voice being on to get raspy. "Mina, I don't want to die but I have to."
"Stop it."
"I love you guys." The pain started to fade.
" Don't you dare leave us." Bakugo. In the end, I close my eyes. In the beginning, I wanted to die. It was painful for me to go through life alone. But I ended up finding friends and getting rid of what hurt me the most. I don't wanna die, but it's too late. Maybe it'll be better for them Now that I'm gone.