My Hero Academia Imagines/One-Shot Compilation

Bullet in a Gun [Snipe] (Angst)

Ichijiku (Tigress)

If I stare at the sky for too long, it almost seems like a cardboard cutout, ready at any moment to fall forward and reveal its Great Creator behind it, spanning out into the dark, expansive realm of space. Will galaxies seem finite in the infinitesimal vacuum of space? Or will they only seem that much bigger with my own microscopic existence soiling the atmosphere?

Those thoughts plague my mind before a blue-haired man with tattoos wrestles me out of my rocking chair and through my house to steal me away.

Now, tied to a railroad track and left with nothing but the sky to look at, I'm not wondering about the vast expanse of the heavens any more. I'm wondering what Snipe will think of my absence. Will he think I'm ready to move on from our year-long relationship, unaware of my predicament? Or will he be lost and confused, distraught when he doesn't find my warning in time?

Death doesn't even cross my mind, despite the fact that Chameleon makes it very clear I'll be dying at precisely 3:00pm.

"You're awfully calm for someone in this situation."

"You'll have to forgive me. I'm an introvert and not entirely sure how I should respond to this." My tone is, in fact, far more calm than it should be. "If this is your idea of catching a date, you've got the wrong idea. This isn't a girl's idea of a fun time, nor is it what she means when she says she wants to be railed."

"Shut up. That's hardly an appropriate response." I hear him huff out a breath before he continues. "You're not nearly as fun as I'd hoped. I'd been banking on hearing you scream until you lost your voice." He drawls, apparating into existence in my line of sight.

What I thought to be a simple blue, turns out to be iridescent scales camouflaging him with every winking beam of sunlight, a kaleidoscope of color with every step he takes. He might be handsome if he didn't just hogtie me to the tracks.

"I'm so sorry to disappoint you." I roll my eyes as I glare at him. "But it's Snipe's job to make me scream, you know."

A moment later he's got a rope tied around my mouth, effectively gagging me.

"On second thought, it's far too irritating listening to you talk. You have no class." He crosses his arms across his chest before looking down one side of the tracks. "But don't worry. You'll be screaming soon."

When I feel the ground rumbling beneath me followed by a thunderous horn in the distance, panic sweeps through my chest. Even so, death still isn't my first thought. Instead, I squeeze my eyes shut and think of Snipe. I think of the sky. I think of infinity and my cat and love letters and regrets and what could have been.

Only when I see the approaching silhouette of the train do I allow myself a fleeting thought for death.

. . . . .

It's 2:23pm when Snipe dismounts from his horse. It's 2:25 when he whips past the overturned rocking chair and bursts into her open door, barely hanging onto its hinges.

It's 2:26 when he finds the note plastered to her fridge.

Been a while since we've had a fair fight, Snipe. Let's see if you're still on your A-game. Your lady dies at three o'clock sharp. See if you can save her in time.

C

Snipe's world is out of sorts. The world is not in harmony because she should be here and she should be making tea. She should be turning to the door with that blue-ribbon winning smile as he offers her a bouquet of her favorite flowers. She should be gazing into the corral of his eyes that he leaves open just for her.