MHA: Harbinger of Fear - Male Reader x Midnight

Part 63

Monday. The house was quieter than usual. Y/N looked out at the distant sea as a painter looked over their work. The peaceful air wouldn't last long, he knew that.

It crept up his back, covering it in goosebumps when the thought of battle and its anticipated rush came forth.

His hands closed into fists, crinkling the material of his costume's gloves and burning his brow and its open cut. He ignored the pain and left, closing the bedroom door and leaving its calming air behind.

Battle left his mind when his old mentor met his gaze. He knew how he felt, and he knew what was inevitable was around the corner.

The faint sound of rushing water could be heard upstairs. While Keigo was getting ready to leave, Rachel had taken Hopper outside, leaving just Torino and Y/N.

"Nighteye had gotten in contact." He hummed. He avoided Y/N's gaze as if he were a child and he his father. "He told me of you, of his quirk."

"You've been watching me." Y/N said. "And I imagine our earlier conversation doesn't help... So? What's your judgment?"

"I'm not sure." He bowed his head and gripped his cane just a bit tighter. "You were a boy then. Wrought with sadness and anger. I hope it was an overreaction."

"He doesn't do overreactions." Y/N grunted. "He once told Toshinori he was going to die. He would have if I hadn't been there to save him. But there's a chance it could be another day."

"He told you?" He asked, hopeful.

"Of me? No, but it can only be one thing." He raised his hand in a small, underhanded wave. "The weapon is hidden, safe, perfect. I'm not ready, but when I am, it could be me."

"You know what that means, don't you?" He asked, his voice beginning to shake with urgency. "Your memories aren't your own, your will will be his."

"It could be. Could." Y/N sighed through his nose. Unlike his old mentor, he was calm. There wasn't a thought or intention to kill Toshinori. He was as defiant as the day he had left America behind.

"You're being arrogant." His words would have pierced his heart like an icy dagger had they been uttered earlier on. Now they were nothing more than noise. "Tricks are something Toshinori excels at. He's crafty, smart. Let him deal with All for One."

"A clone took more than Toshinori ever did." Y/N's arms crossed and his eyes turned to the morning sun. He was thinking but not about their conversation. "If that's anything to go by then either All Might dies, or I take the chance, and All for One does."

"You will be a monster." He stated grimly. "Whatever happens during your battle you won't be the same. And if his premonitions are true? That could spell the end of everything."

"I understand." Y/N pinched the bridge of his nose, tightening his brow and the pain over his brow that he shunted to the back of his mind. "I suppose I could tell you of my quirks. And a select few others."

"You think that'll matter?" He asked, relieved then worried.

"I can think of a few weaknesses, sure." He looked back and nodded before turning back to face Torino. "Toshinori is catching on. Keigo is smart, quick. And I shouldn't have to mention Mirko. She has the most experience fighting me than anyone."

"I don't know." His old mentor shook his head. "I imagine a fresh face with a certain quirk would stand a better chance. You can count me out given you know everything I do."

"It's a double-edged sword." Y/N sighed. "There are no guarantees. We've fought but I never tried killing Mirko or Toshinori. That's another league entirely."