MHA: Harbinger of Fear - Male Reader x Midnight

Part 66

No one outright said it, but Nemuri knew they were plotting Y/N's downfall. One cruel example was exploiting one of his few quirks, forcing him to learn several battle strategies at once while a bigger figure was thrown into the mix.

Mirko knew him the most and had the best chance with her strength and agility. However, in just a few minutes it would make her the weakest.

A battle of attrition was their strongest plan. They would overwhelm him, force him to use as much energy as possible, and leave him fatigued. And no matter his state of mind his body would fight back, restricting movements with terrible cramps. And if pushed far enough, devastating effects such as broken bones or torn muscles and ligaments.

As much as she hated the idea of bringing him harm, Nemuri knew her quirk was his biggest weakness. Underneath enhanced muscle and staggering speed was a normal man. Unless he had a mask or held his breath, her quirk would end the conflict right there and then.

Every plan had its drawbacks. Nemuri wanted to resolve it without hurting him, but then she would put herself at risk getting within range. Mirko was an open book Y/N had read several times and was on the precipice of memorizing. One wrong move from her and he would kill her.

And if all else fails, All Might would overwhelm him alone. The risk there was astronomical. If it failed then All Might would die, but if it succeeded they would die together. Y/N was confident in stating that.

After becoming familiar and then intimate with his quirk, the gathered members grew on edge. And after formulating their many plans, they hoped they would never resort to using them.

Y/N was a fire, a modest flame that grew at will. And if that flame were to ever grow out of control it could consume everything. Their only chance then would be to fight the flames or throw themselves at it in a vain attempt at slowing him.

Rumi distanced herself from the group for a moment. She could hear them just fine but their voices drowned out her many deep breaths.

Y/N was still the hero she saw growing up. He was a steel pillar. Emotion was a concept he didn't understand. It was a goal ahead and he was helping them achieve it.

Something pinched her deep inside. Her heart panged with grief and torment. She couldn't listen any longer but forced herself to remain true, to reflect the iron will and stoicism Y/N carried.

To hear his inspirations be tagged as bloodlust was something she hated. Deep down it would make him evil, a villain, the very thing he inspired her to destroy. But it also made the very few interactions they had implanted desires and feelings.

They had fought before but fighting to kill was something else entirely. She told herself, implored even, that this was all to ready themselves in case the weapon showed itself. And deep down she brushed it off altogether. Y/N would handle it, he would continue to be that inspiration her young eyes were drawn to and end the threat before it had a chance to be.

Reassurance wouldn't get very far, she knew it. However, it was the only thing keeping her from walking out the door.

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"We'll keep everyone in touch in case anything changes." Tsukauchi gave a subtle sigh and closed a folder of great many notes. He would burn it at the end of the day and so would everyone else. "I'll give you all All Might's number. Y/N as well."

"You're all heroes so you'll understand when I say don't call asking how my day was." Y/N told them bluntly. "These are our personal numbers."

"And if by some misfortune that you don't pick up?" Ryukyu asked.