MHA: Harbinger of Fear - Male Reader x Midnight

Part 58

Smoke and dust was everywhere. There was a tanginess in the air like iron was suffocating but safe to breathe. Or was it blood?

The sky was on fire. Its crimson hue hung overhead, darkening the shadows produced by fallen buildings and shattered concrete.

Rumi was from Hiroshima. One of the first things she remembered learning was this scene, a hellscape. The only thing missing were the screams and whispered footfalls of walking dead men and women.

It was quiet. There wasn't a lick of wind to be felt or a sound to be heard for miles. However, it didn't last quite as long.

She ran and jumped through the mess of concrete. Every so often she would stop and listen. When nothing was heard she continued her search. It went on for so long that even she wondered if anyone had survived such an explosion.

She stopped again. This time to catch her breath and listen and this time she did hear something.

Her surroundings were a blur as she moved. Her eyes narrowed, becoming pinpricks of crimson focus. She honed in on the sound so fast she had to stop herself from crushing it.

She stood in a crater, the epicenter of destruction. Until now the mushroom cloud overhead still lingered and its creator was still alive.

Hit, or rather, Y/N lied still. His chest only rose and fell after long, agonizing pauses and each breath was a hiss or painful rasp.

His arm was all but destroyed. It lay in a pool of its own blood while the outermost layer of flesh was burnt red.

"Damnit..." Rumi hissed to herself. She removed her jacket and bundled it around his arm. With its sleeves bloodied and wrapped around him, she kneeled and took him up in a gentle carry.

She paid the blackened corpse beside him a glance before running and hopping her way to the top of the crater. Once there she surveyed the land with a grim realization.

It would be kilometers to the nearest soul. But then it could be a clinic she found as opposed to something more well-equipped. Then it was over a dozen kilometers to the nearest hospital.

She paused in a moment of hesitation, looked at her unconscious charge, and frowned. She had to make it in time. She knew she was.

Her lungs burnt with each harsh inhale of smoke and dirt. After just a few minutes of giving it her all her legs began to rattle with each impact or takeoff.

Another couple kilometers of running and she cleared the blast zone. She became teary-eyed from all the dust and yet she persisted.

Redoubling her efforts, Rumi nearly stumbled. One misstep would be Y/N's end. She didn't know what happened or what the damage was, but she paid more caution for him than the hood of a car she crumpled underfoot.

Her eyes flicked to her side to scan his peaceful expression. It was too relaxed to ease her worries so she stopped and listened.

Within his chest was a faint thump and whistle. She knew now he either had a broken rib or a collapsed lung. But he was still breathing and that was more than enough of a reason for her to move.

Her mind wandered for a moment, back to more simple days. She was twelve then and more impressionable.

What was there to do after school? What could catch her attention with just a glance and the sound of a voice?

"I didn't do it for fame or a trophy," She heard while flicking through her phone. "I wanted a fight."

"I-I suppose you got one." A shorter more stalky man chuckled.