My Hero Academia Imagines/One-Shot Compilation

Elysium [Hawks] (Angst)

Ichijiku (Tigress)

There is no doubt about how the sun felt dripping liquid serenity into my veins. Nor is there any doubt about the way I'd dove into my book to taste the delectable tale on the pages.

So it is only natural that when I open my eyes and see the bustling streets below me that I'm a little confused. Why is my body so heavy? Why am I at the top of a skyscraper?

The questions send me into a sort of vertigo. When I lift my head from the sights below, my equilibrium swirls out of balance. One moment I'm sitting up on the ledge and the next my body tilts forward, my heart left behind as I fall over the edge.

Time seems to stall as the world whips past my line of sight. Nothing stops the twisted feeling of sludge crawling through my mind as I watch the pavement coming closer and closer, not fully comprehending the gravity of its approach.

When a familiar red feather whips past me, the first threads of hope ripple through my limbs until Hawks' figure comes into view. This foreign yet familiar man is a sight for sore eyes as the certainty of my death abruptly slaps me in the face.

My arms already instinctively reach for him as he stretches for me, capturing me into his arms and then smiling with such a sweet smile. A smile that often captivated the hearts of women and journalist cameras alike. His eyes hide behind a visor as I drink him in, likening him to a heavenly protector as he pulls me against his chest and banks a hard right while he redirects my fatal projection.

Whenever it's clear my life will not end - at least not today - I focus on soothing my heart rate.

"I've got you! Just hold on tight and I'll get you to safety!" He promises, the vow sinking deep into my bones and offering me respite. "Focus on breathing for me, alright? You're going to be okay!"

His voice somehow still holds its honey-like quality even as he fights to be heard over the wind. My eyes fight against the desire to be closed again, rolling around in my head as a pair of gloved hands keeps my head steady when it's obvious I can't.

We're on the ground for a minute-long eternity before I realize it.

"Hey, come back to me, cutie pie. Focus here." His voice and those golden-brown eyes keep my attention, and it's obvious he clocks the moment I'm responsive again. "Good. There you are. Talk to me; does anything hurt? What's your name?"

A soft whimper makes it past my lips. My limbs still fight to move through their slimy slumber, and dammit, I just want him to keep talking to me.

"Keep...talk..." I plead, head flopping back until he readjusts me and his other question registers. "Ichijiku."

He chuckles and it feels like we're in the air again, his laughter elevating me right up into the clouds.

"I can keep talking, but you try loosening this death grip you've got on me in the meantime, okay?" He teases, a smirk pulling at the edges of his lips.

I blink and look at his chest, where a pair of hands clutch his aviator jacket. No, not just hands, my hands. While he calls the paramedics and coaxes me with soothing words, I work on regaining control of my fingers and extracting them from my hero's jacket.

"Sorry." I finally mutter, interrupting his reassurances. "I don't know what's wrong. My...my head."

"What's wrong with your head, honey?"

"Everything feels fuzzy." I start, opening and closing my hands agonizingly slowly. "My body is moving through sludge, it feels like."

"Sounds like she might have been drugged." A new voice enters the fray, and it's not nearly as pleasant.