Forgotten (mha, Dabi)

Murderer

After a while of blindly following the boy in this strange city, we somehow ended up in some rather dark, shady looking quarter. There was a lot of trash on the floor, homeless people lying around and as we passed by a street I saw a gang beating up a guy. They were yelling and aggressively punching him. The boy stood there, watching them fight. I hid somewhere behind a trashbin. The sour smell filled my nostrils, leaving a disgusted expression on my face. I peeked above the container to see what exactly the guy was trying to do. Is he going to fight them...? I wondered. I'll help him... the other guy is getting beaten up pretty badly. Yet, I was hesitating. The boy was also hesitating. Does he really need to go trough there..? Does he know this place..?  Confused, I waited for him to attack or say something, or maybe even leave. Since he was standing there for quiet some time, the gang noticed him and started yelling angrily. 

"Hey young man! If you dont want to end like this guy here, you better watch where you're going!" One of them yelled, stepping forward. 

The guy I was following didn't flinch or anything. He just walked towards him and stood there. A flame was started and the man noticed it and took a step back. 

"Kid, fire won't get you anywhere if you are alone fighting against five men."

The man reached into his pocket and slowly took out a knife, holding it towards the smaller boy. The boy didn't even flinch. 

"Hey! Ya heard me?" The man said anxiously, as he realized that the boy didn't feel threatened. 

The flame grew bigger and bigger. The man was frozen in place for a moment. If he didn't kill the boy first, he'd die. 

Suddenly he took a step forward, about to stab the boy. The boy reached his hand out with the flame. Before the knife could actually stab him, it fell on the floor. The man screamed, his gang was terrified. One man started shouting: "I will fucking kill you!"

The man held out a gun. His hands were trembling, his face purely pale. The boy didn't move away. It's like... it's like he wanted to get shot. I knew that gunshot will get him, even if he would burn that guy too.

My body reacted on its own. I had a clear immage of a bow and arrow in my mind. Quick enough, I managed to use enough power to make the bow and the arrow touchable and real. I took it and peeked over the trashbin. With a look of concentration, I shoot the arrow. My heart was beating fast and everything around me seemed slower. The arrow arrived to its destination, piercing trough the mans skull. For a moment his eyes widend, and then he collapsed. Blood was slowly spreading on the floor, it went down his head like a calm waterfall. The boy looked confused and shocked, trying to figure out where the arrow came from. Trembling, I sat back behind the container. I just killed a man. I just killed a man. I kept repeating to myself. Can I still become a hero if I am a murderer..? Heroes arent supposed to kill.
I did it to protect... right? I saved someone. Thats what heroes do... I told myself, trying to calm down and justify this murder. I have always been scared to hurt people, but this was worse. I killed a human.

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Very short chapter :(

Ik some might be confused about where the arrow came from, dont worry you will find out, its Y/N's quirk! ;)

If throughout the story its not explained well, you can comment and ask me for a explanation on Y/N's quirk, so it'd be easier to understand.