My hero academia PT3 oneshots

Three Months (Maddie)

Not paying attention, you walk while on your phone, laughing at some random video that isn't really funny, but you need to laugh right now. For your own mental health. Out of nowhere, you bump into someone. Confused, you look up and see a tall stranger. His hair is black as a raven, eyes a beautiful teal that you swear glow, and skin pale--well, some of it is pale, lots of it is dark from what seem to be scars. He's slender and has a more relaxed posture, though seems somewhat on-guard regardless. A sexy stranger is the middle of nowhere..?
"What was so funny?" He looks down at your phone, which replays the video multiple times, though you don't even notice. Your eyes are trained on him, an uneasy feeling beginning to develop in the pit of your stomach. "The video sucks. I can't even see why you were laughing. Weirdo."
Snapping out of your daze, you reply, "Maybe I was just laughing to laugh. I tend to do that."
"And what does that do for ya?" Leaning down, he brings his face close to yours.
With a straight face, you answer, "Takes my mind off the depression."
Now grinning, all he says is, "Taking your mind off it won't cure it, sweetheart. It always creeps back up on ya'. Take it from me. I'm experienced."
"Well, I didn't exactly ask for your opinion, now did I?"
As he lets out a little snicker, he ropes his hand around your waist, swallowing it whole with his fingers. "Aren't you a feisty little thing? Thing is, I don't think you have anything to back up your little attitude."
Reaching behind you, you pull out your little pocket knife and hold it out, as if itll save your life. Of course, you think it will. After all, it's a knife! Sharp! And dangerous! But you don't know who he is. You don't know how dangerous he is. You're unaware of the risk of just meeting this man.
Chuckling a bit, he pushes the knife out of your hand, "What were you gonna do with that? Gosh, how stupid can you get? You'll get yourself killed if you keep acting like this."
"Who the heck do you think you are? You're just some random person off the street!"
Now, you've caught him off-guard. For a moment, he just stares, eyes no longer half-lidded, but instead, open and fully alert. Then, he circles around you, studying every inch of your stature. From the way you stand to the way your features glow in the moonlight. The way your hair shines from its greasy, unwashed texture. The way your eyes narrow at him, not a fear to be found in them. You don't know. You're an ignorant little fool.
Still circling around you, he grins and says, "You seriously have no idea who I am?"
Detecting some amusement in his voice, you demand, "No. Should l?"
"Probably"
"Then who are you?"
"It's more beneficial for you not to know?"
"Are you some weird hero? I don't keep up with the media. I know, like, All Might, but that's it."
"I'm no hero, princess. Not even close. But that's okay. No need to play guessing games. I'm nobody special."
"Okay, then. If that's the case, I'm gonna go home."
"Do you need me to walk you there? A little girl like you could use protection. Especially in such a shady area."
"I don't need you . I'll be fine." You go to pick up your pocket knife, but he kicks it far away.
"I think you do. What'll you do with that little pocket knife? There's nothing you can do with it."
"And why would I let a total stranger walk me home?"
He puts his hands up in the air defensively, "Okay, then. Fair enough. But if you get kidnapped, don't say you didn't know walking home alone in the middle of the night is dangerous. You've been warned."
After finally, getting your knife, you start walking away. But not before saying, "I wont have to."
At a little café downtime, you drink your coffee while watching another dumb video. Sipping on the cold beverage through a thick plastic straw, you keep a straight face, not in the mood to even try laughing. You've become numb to your surroundings, so you don't notice when somebody slides into the chair across from you.
"Long time no see." Head darting up, you see the same stranger from a whole three months ago.
"Yeah. I guess so. What're you doing here?"
"Getting coffee." He holds up his cup and takes a sip. "Shocking, right? Getting coffee at a café? Last thing anyone would ever expect. I tend to think outside of the box."
For the first time in awhile, you genuinely laugh. You cover your mouth and snort a bit, sounding like a wind shield wiper. Nothing like when you forced it over a dumb video. Dabi, more confused than ever, tilts his head to the side, not knowing what's so funny that almost has you falling out of your chair.
"It's not that funny, y'know."
Wiping away a tear, you say, "Sorry. It's been too long since l've heard sarcasm from anyone else."
"Who all do you hang out with? No sarcastic friends?"
"I haven't hung out with anyone in a long time, either. I lost my best friend a couple months ago."
"Did she die?"
"Sure." You take a sip on your coffee, then say in a dark tone, "She's dead to me."
"I'm curious and just love drama. What happened?"
"Dated my ex behind my back. While I was still with him. I found out when I walked in on them sleeping together. On his and my anniversary. It went on awhile. Just yesterday I saw a post about their engagement."
Cringing, he replies, "Wow. That is drama. That's gotta suck."
Shrugging, you say, "Meh. That's how it be. My own poor judgement, I guess."
"I guess so." Noticing how quiet you've gotten, he says, "This place is so boring. Wanna get outta here? Start some trouble someplace? It'll be fun."
"I'm good. Starting trouble won't help with much."
"Ah, c'mon. We'll go nice and slow to warm ya up. Sound good?"
"I don't need-"
"You're such a killjoy! Just come with me and do some stupid stuff already! Sheesh! What are you? Fifty?"
Laughing again, you say, "I didn't realize how set you were with this plan. I didn't mean to offend you."
He stands up and grabs you by the wrist "Let's go!"
Being dragged out of the door, you yell, "But we didn't pay!"
Who said we were?" He turns his head to look at you while running, grinning. "Paying's overrated!"
Being chased by an employee of the café, you and the man pick up your pace. You feel so breathless but so alive at the same time. This strange man has awakened something within you and you feel as if you could die happily in this moment.
You haven't felt like this in a long time. Too long.
He pulls you into a tight spot between two building s, hardly enough room for the two of you. Pressed up against each other, you gasp for air desperately, blood rushed to your cheeks from all of the adrenaline. Being so close to him, you aren't sure what to feel. You may not know him, but you're sure that you want to.
Somehow, you manage to ask, "What's your name, anyway?
"Just call me Toya."
"Toya? That's a cute name."
"Well? What about you? What's your name?"
"Y/n. Just call me Y/n."
"That's also cute. Why don't we screw up some buildings?"
"And how will we do that?"
"Spray paint. I won't be too extreme since I'm sure it's your first time."
"Thanks. But isn't that illegal?"
"Only if you get caught."
Grinning, he grabs you and brings you out, tossing a can of spray paint to you. Shrugging, you catch it and start making a small painting, occasionally switching colors. In the end, it's an eye, red and puffy a tear on its surface. It's simple, but reflective. A pleased look on his face, Dabi nods at it.
"Looks good. Didn't know you were an artist."
"I sometimes paint and draw. But I've never used spray paint."
"Well you're good. Nice job, little one."
"Pfft. I'm not little."
"Yes, you are. You're a tiny little thing. Cute."
"Oh, shut up." You throw a can of spray paint at him, but he just catches in.
"Your wish is my command, Lady Y/n. What shall I get thee? A fried chicken leg?"
"Stand down, servant. I'm not hungry."
"When have you last eaten, m'lady?"
"A week ago. I think. Maybe longer."
"You need to eat."
"Nah. I'm not hungry-"
"C'mon. Let's get you something to eat. I'll cook somethin up for ya."
He sits on the ground and pulls out bread from him pocket with some moldy cheese. Squinting, he wipes off the mold until it's gone. Then, he assembles it into a sandwich and places it between his hands, cooking it He hands it over to you. Sitting down, you take it and eat, not really caring that it tastes awful. You hadn't realized how much your body has been
needing food.
The rest of the night is spent over grilled cheese, laughing at dry jokes and being in a better mood than ever. Toya has made today a good day. Bright and fun. Happy and warm. Then, in the middle of nowhere, you both fall asleep, using each other's body heat to keep warm, with his jacket draped over you both as a blanket.
Waking up, you find yourself cold and alone. Where did he go? Looking around, you try to find your company from yesterday, but he's nowhere to be found. Sighing, you stand up and dust yourself off. No good thing can last forever, huh?
Seems like your perfect acquaintance from yesterday bailed out on you. As cruel as that is.
Gathering yourself, you walk towards home and put your phone on charge. While its battery slowly fills, you get in the shower, washing off whatever grime got on you from yesterday. Scenes replay in your mind as you scrub, dirty water washing down the drain. Each droplet is a delight on your flesh, which is a bit scraped up from the chaotic actions you filled the previous day with.
Stepping out, you dry yourself and get dressed. Once clothed, you tie your hair up, wanting it out of your face for the day. Then, you go into your bedroom. Looking at your phone, you find that it's only at 60% charge, but no time is left. You have to get to work. Stuffing the charger into your bag, you rush out the door.
Three months have gone by, and you haven't seen Toya again. While you miss him, you don't dwell on it. You don't want to add another guy onto the list of people who hurt you. What's the point in that? It won't change anything.
But, on a random day, you find yourself at some party. You were nearby and someone dragged. you is in, saying that it'll be a great time. So, you're inside, caught I in some crowd. Then, yours see something heart-shattering. It's your ex, who is with his little fiancé. They're kissing. As always. Wanting to run, you try to push through the crowd, but then someone grabs your wrist, pulling you into a corner.
Before anything else can happen, your jaw drops. It's Toya. He's grinning at you.
"You wanna hit the dance floor with me? It'll be fun."
"Where have you been?"
"Busy with work. Sorry, sweetheart. But you in or out? l'm dying to have a good time."
"Alright, fine. I've got nothing better to do here."
You really just want your ex to see with somebody new. To see you smiling as if he never happened. So see you happy. While it may be wrong to use Toya just to get back at someone, you can't help but give in to it all. Yes. You'll go dancing with him. It isn't that big of a deal, right?
Grinning, he drags you into the dance floor. There, you have a great time, dancing and laughing. Eyes fall on you, and when you glance over, you see your ex staring at you. Spitefully, you grab Toya by the collar of his low-riding shirt and pull his face down. He goes to ask what you're doing, but before he can, you slam your lips onto his, just wanting your ex to see you with somebody else.
Toya leans into the kiss, placing his large hands on your hips, giving them a little squeeze. His lips taste good, though rough from all of the scarring. Even so, it feels so good. You love it all. He's even a better kisser than your As your lips mingle, you get the feeling that the jerkwad not too far away isn't the only reason for this Back then, three months ago, Toya made you laugh and smile when you were at your lowest. He may have encouraged illegal behavior, but it was fun. So what, if he's just some random stranger you met on your way home? And so what, if he's
technically considered a "bad boy"? He seems perfect to you.
Finally, he releases your lips, his warm breaths hitting your face softly, feeling like velvet against your flesh. His bright eyes scan your features mischievously, like he has something planned. All around you is a buzz as people chatter, excited over your sudden kiss. Your mind is racing with the thought that you just kissed someone you've only met for the third time today. Everything is in chaos-- that is, except Toya. He appears to be completely calm.
Leaning down close to your ear, he whispers, "You're mine now, little girl."
You whisper back, "I just did that to ruffle my ex's feathers."
"We both know that's a lie.
"Don't be delusional."
"You know it just as well as I do-you fell head-over-heels in love with me three months ago."
"Oh, please. That's ridiculous."
"I know. Which is what makes this so amusing."
"Are you sure I'm the one who fell in love?"
Grinning, he says, "Entirely."
Then, he leans back down for another kiss, which you accept without question. He isn't wrong. You did fall in love with him three months ago. And three months ago, he left you just as quickly. Gone. The dark of the night cloaking him as he slipped through your fingertips. And even after that, you still want him, You're desperate for him and his touch. His lips. Everything that he can offer you.
After the party, he walks you outside, and there you run into your ex and his new fiance. The other man gives you nasty and degrading look, which has you clutching Toya's hand tightly. He notices, but doesn't react in any suspicious way. Just gives the opposing man a bored look.
"Is there a reason why you're staring? Jealous you're girl isn't as hot as mine?"
"No," replies the jerkwad. "I just wanted to thank you for taking my leftovers."
"Of course," says Toya. After a pause he continues, "Though you should really learn not to choose things that're too good for you. Won't always be here to take what you can't have."
And like that, Toya walks off, still gripping your hand and dragging you along. From behind, you smile at him. He just saved you. For some strange reason, you have a feeling that it may happen a lot.
Only a week after you and Toya started dating, you hear about your ex and his fiancé dying. Obviously a murder, but nobody is quite sure of what happened. That's strange, but you just brush it off. You've cut off all ties with him, and his death has nothing to do with you.
On the day of the funeral, you and Toya sit on your couch, watching movies and eating snacks: He provides good company as always, and so much warmth that it's unbelievable. He makes a perfect boyfriend. Perhaps he's a keeper...
After all, you do like him.
In the middle of the movie, you lean up and kiss him. Immediately, he returns it, pleased by this little action. The movie ends up forgotten. Too caught up in the moment, you share several long and passionate kisses, not having a care in the world. After all, what is there to care about?
After three months of dating, on some random day, you leave your phone at your desk as you go to the bathroom. When you come back, your coworker is waiting for you, staring at you in disbelief. Her eyes are huge and full of concern and confusion. What's her problem?
"What?" you ask, not suspecting a thing.
"Care to explain this?" She turns on your phone, which reveals your lock screen. It's a picture of you and Toya that you begged him to take with you. He can never deny you. You just have to give him a cute look and he's putty in your hands.