My hero academia PT3 oneshots

She's In The Rain (Maddie)

DISCLAIMER: She's in the Rain is a song by The Rose and this story is kind of based off of it. Like, the lyrics and overall story told by it influences this one-shot. I'm a huge BLACK ROSE and I love The Rose and that's why I'm writing this. Likely, there will be other stories like this--based off of a song. l also used these quotes: "You wanna hurt yourself, 'I stay with you. You wanna make yourself go through the pain. It's better to be held than holding on." "We're in the rain." and
"When I see how beautiful you are, time stops. Its hard to even open my eyes." Please enjoy!

Quietly, you take slow steps along the sidewalk, lost in your thoughts. Its so much right now, and you're just so mentally and emotionally exhausted. You don't want to go home, because there, you'll have to face all the problems again. There, you'll walk back into all that chaos and pain and hurt, and you just can't do this right now.
It's grown dark out, littles street lights illuminating the path in which you walk. The city buzzes with Voice from the people, but your thoughts muffle them. Really, you should go home. After all, missing curfew is never good. But just for tonight. You won't go home. You'll stay out and avoid the discord.
Head down and covered with a dark hood you don't notice someone in front of you. Bumping into them, you find a bare chest, soft and warm. Feeling embarrassed, you look up with a flushed face. Your eyes are met with beautiful red ones. They're big and round, his eyelids invisible. His hair is also red and spiked up, rather pointy-looking--just like his sharp teeth that remind you of a shark. He appears to be your age and a hero-in-training. His costume doesn't have a shirt but he does wear pants and a bit of a mask on his face. He couldn't be any more beautiful.
With him are two others. An older-looking boy with blue hair and elf ears, also gorgeous in your eyes, though his costume isn't nearly as revealing as the redhead's. The other is tall and stout--Fatgum, a famous pro-hero. The other two must still be students, or at least new sidekicks. Student seems more likely, though.
"Sorry!" exclaims the redhead."I didn't see ya there! You're just so...so tiny."
A bit irritated by his comment on your size, you reply, "Then you should get your eyes checked. If you struggle to see small things, you likely need glasses."
Laughing nervously, he scratches the back of his neck and goes, "Heh... sorry... what're you doing out all by yourself? And so late, too?" You notice the other two went to get food, so you're alone with this one.
"Because I feel like it."
"Well I'm Red Riot! And I'm a student at UA!"
"Hello, Red Riot. How old are you?"
"Fifteen!"
"Well, when you make your big hero debut, I'll be able to tell people I met you before you became a hero. How exciting."
"What's your name?" He's a friendly boy. Rather smiley and sweet. You hate it. Happy people make you sick. Why do they get to smile when you're suffering? They just remind you of everything you want to forget.
"Y/n L/n. Just call me Y/n." You hate your surname. It attaches you to your family.
"Nice to meet you, Y/n. Would you like my number? We can keep in touch-"
"No, thanks. I'm good."
"Eh? Why not?"
"I don't want to. I don't know you and, frankly, I'm uncomfortable giving my number out to strange boys I haven't met before, especially when I'm unclear of their intentions."
"My intentions? I wanna get to know you."
Narrowing your eyes, you ask, "Why?"
"Because you seem nice?"
"What about me seems nice?"
"You're just so tiny and cute! Like a- like a little pebble!"
"Is that a compliment or an insult?"
"Compliment! Most definitely a compliment!" Why not accept his number? A handsome boy may serve as a good distraction. Play a bit. It's cruel, really, but who knows where this will go?
"Fine. I'll give you my number. Hand over your phone."
Smile broadening, he hands his phone over with much enthusiasm. You take it and text yourself from it, then hand it right back to him.
"Here. Just... don't go blowing up my phone, okay?"
"Of course, not! That'd be super unmanly and I could never!"
"Uh-huh. Anyway, am I allowed to know your real name or should I just call you Riot'?" For a moment, he pauses, as if he's weighing something. Why? What is it now? Unamused, you ask him, "What? Is it that hard of a question?"
"Oh! Sorry! I just.. for some odd reason I heard a friend's voice and what he'd say... not a good idea."
"Then what do I call you?"
"Just... Eijiro. Eijiro is fine."
"Okay, then. Thank you."
"Anyway...Would you like an escort home?"
"I'm not going home tonight."
"Eh? Why not?"
"Because I just need to get away awhile, y'know? I don't wanna go back there."
"Is something wrong?"
"It's okay. Nothing to worry about. I'm not being abused or anything. It's just...stressful, is all"
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. Why don't you spend the rest of the night with me? I've gotta do patrol with Senpai and Fatgum, but then afterwards we can hang out. It's sad to be all alone at night."
"I couldn't ask-"
"Nope. Its happening now. I'll go tell them. C'mon!"
He grabs your hand and starts running in the direction of the blue-haired boy and Fatgum. What will tonight hold?
After his patrol, you two end up by a lake. You're not active like him, so something like this is enough. It's quiet and peaceful except for the redhead's talking. He's going on about something a blonde did that's unmanly, though you don't care for the details, nor do you listen. What is it with this boy and manliness?
"But anyway," you finally snap back to reality. "Bakubro is super unmanly at times. I mean, he's my best friend, but I think he needs to get his temper in check."
Snorting a bit, you reply, "Honestly, I'd slap him. I hate temperamental boys like that. They run their mouths but they're not actually gonna do anything."
"Heheh. Bakubro would actually blow someone up."
"Then he should get out of a hero school. Nobody is gonna entrust their life to him unless they wanna die."
"He's reliable when he needs to be. That's for sure."
"A hero isn't reliable when they need to he. It's a 24/7 thing."
"What do you think about heroes?"
"I think that their admirable, but at the same time, they're not. What they do is good. They save countless lives from some of the most dangerous enemies of the world. But sometimes those enemies have their reasons. They're struggling. And then, the enemy isn't always some murderer from the street. Sometimes it's themselves. Tell me, if you know somebody
is about to commit a murder--they have everything ready and are about to do it, would you arrest them."
"Most definitely! That's dangerous!"
"And what if the person they're about to kill is themselves?"
"That's deep."
"That's not an answer. If you saw someone about to commit suicide, what would you do?"
"I wouldn't arrest them. I'd work with them, and find them help."
Looking back at the lake, you say, "Good reply. But what if they don'twant your help?"
"Then I'd be there friend." He still stares at you, eyes determined. "I'd refuse to leave their side. They couldn't ever get rid of me. I'd be there for them. No matter what. I'd make them trust me, even if it's hard for them to trust. Someone in that kind of pain shouldn't be alone. The rain. the rain is cold, but warmer if someone else is there."
Surprised by his reply, you look back at him, his eyes sparkling in the moonlight. "And what if they persisted? Saying that you never meant a thing to them? That you were just a distraction and you've served your purpose?"
"Then I'd still come back. Their intentions aren't what's important. Hurting others is an act used to distract oneself from their own pain, and I don't care if someone hurts me. I'm a hero to save people, not caring about my own life and happiness. It's the same thing there. Just a mental battle."
"Don't be naïve. People are cruel."
"They are, but that's okay. Nobody's perfect."
"You-"
"What's all this talk of suicide for, anyway? What sparked that?"
Pulling at the sleeves of your hoodie, you suddenly remember the cuts on your arms. The late nights in tears instead of sleep. That time wishing you wouldn't wake up the next day. Those times you stated at the roof of a building, contemplating what would happen if you fell from it.
"Absolutely nothing but pure curiosity."
"That's a lie. I'm not stupid. It's unmanly of you to assume I'd believe something like that."
"Well, it's a good thing that I'm not a man, then."
"Y/n...are you okay?"
For some strange reason, you want to be honest with him. To tell him the truth. To admit that you're not okay. Have you ever done that before? No. You put up a smile and says that you're "fine." And why do you do that? You don't know. It hurts. But this boy--someone you've only just met tonight--makes you feel like you can just say it. That one word.
"No."
He grabs your face and stares into your eyes, his eyebrows furrowed with concern. "Then you should've told me that you needed saving earlier."
"But I don't want saving."
"But why? Why bother with me? I can endure the pain-"
For a few moments, he thinks. Your mind buzzes with the sensation of his hands on your face, holding you close. Then out of nowhere, he slams his lips onto yours. How long was he planning that? Oh, well. His mouth fits against your perfectly, doesn't it? And he's quite gorgeous, too. He's sweet and kind. Gentle, even. Is this what its like to crush on a boy? You've been so distracted with everything else that you've forgotten. Your junior high and middle school years were such a blur, and crushes existed, but weren't prominent. But this? It screams loudly in your ears as the beating of your heart only echoes it, setting a beat to it. Like a beautiful song. A melody composed of the sweetest and softest lyrics.
"You wanna hurt yourself, I'll stay with you." he says, pulling away. "You wanna make yourself go through the pain. It's better to be held than holding on."
"Being held? What's that like?"
He pulls you into a tight hug, his warmth spreading to you immediately, contrasting to the cold of wet drops falling onto your flesh. When did it start raining? "Like this."
"It feels...warm."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah... it's nice." You begin to burrow deep into that chest you bumped into earlier.
"We're in the rain," he says, laughing a bit.
"Metaphorically or literally?"
"It goes both ways."
"Ejiro... you'll really stay with me?"
"I won't leave your side."
"And it's not just because you're worried for my mental health?"
"No...I wanna be by your side." His grip gets tighter. "Honestly thought you were so beautiful and."
"Me? Beautiful? Where?"
"Everywhere."
"I don't agree with you. Not even in the slightest."
"Where do you thing that you're not beautiful?"
"Everywhere."
"When I see how beautiful you are, time stops. It's hard to even open my eyes."
"What?"
"I mean it, Y/n. You're beautiful."
"Nobody's ever been this kind to me."
"Well, they should start. You're wonderful."
You chuckle a bit. "Me? Wonderful? I wasn't very nice to you before."
"Well.. a bit mean, but it's just your defenses, right? You're scared to get close to someone. Scared of getting hurt."
What he says is true. Too true for your liking.
Even so, you smile and chuckle again, against his chest. "Looks like you've figured me out. Good job."
"Heheh. I'm a bit perceptive when I wanna be. At least, that's what Sero says."
"Well, Sero is right."
"Yeah. You're so warm." He begins to pull you closer until you're on his thighs, from where his lower leg is tucked under. Then, he puts his head into the crook of your neck. "I know what it's like to be in pain. I understand quite well. And I know what it's like to not like yourself, and to sometimes question your worth. To wonder I if anyone would miss you if you hadn't woken up. But you can't disappear. Don't leave me, okay?"
"I won't leave you." Carefully, you begin stroking his hair, calming it and bringing it to his shoulders. "Just...don't go hurting me later."
"I could never."
And he never did. Not even once.