You were sitting outside because it was freezing out. It was a December afternoon, and it was already starting to get dark out. There was snow on the ground, but it didn't bother you. The snow was lightly coming down, and you just sat there watching it come down, thinking about what your purpose was still being alive.
It had been months, yet you felt you had to be alive here for some reason. Something was keeping you here, and you didn't know why. You kind of wished you were in the ground still because you were hurting; even though you couldn't feel emotions, you were hurting because you knew you were supposed to be dead, but nothing could kill you.
"Y/n, there you are, dinners ready. Why are you sitting out here? You will freeze to death out here," Kirishima said as he gave you his coat.
"What is my purpose other than protecting you three?" You asked as Kirishima looked at you oddly.
"Your purpose?" He asked.
"Yes, my purpose, all of you will grow up, but I won't. You will have families, yet I will remain the same. You all will get old and die one day, and I will not be able to stop that. Death comes for everyone but me because I am dead. Yet I do not kill; I protect. I will never age nor die. My quirk will keep me alive as long as it wishes. I will see wars, death, and the end of days; once you three die, I will have fulfilled my only purpose. Yet my quirk will never let me rest in peace. I am not supposed to be here talking with you, saving you, sitting next to you. I'm supposed to be in the ground, rotting away. Maybe this is my punishment for helping dispose of most of the bodies. But if it is my punishment, will I live for three hundred years, three hundred months, or three hundred days? I only disposed of two hundred bodies, but what if this is my punishment for what they did because I killed my parents to save you three? No one was going to believe they killed that many people. But they did. Then they killed me because I wanted to stop. It was an easy choice to stop, but it cost me my life and almost you three. I can't stop all the violence in this world and death, so what will be my purpose of living after you die or when you don't want me or need me anymore?" You asked as he sat down and sighed.
"We are trying to fix this, y/n; believe me, we are. I know it's selfish of me, but I'm glad you are here with us even though you can't feel anything. I felt so guilty for your death. Then you came back; I want to put you to rest the right way or, better yet, let you have a long, happy life filled with love. You never got that, and I want you to have that with us. I know we aren't perfect, and we will make mistakes, get mad at you because you don't understand something, and say things we don't mean to you but say out of anger and frustration. But we will always want you around if you can stay here—people's purpose changes constantly, you know. Destiny is what we make it out to be. One day, we could be planning out being heroes, and the next day, we die protecting someone, or by an illness, we didn't know we had a freak accident, or getting killed by people like your parents. You never had a choice to begin with. It wasn't your fault they died because your parents scared you into saying nothing and did unimaginable damage to you. But you made a choice, okay? A choice that led you here. It, to me, was the right choice, not because you saved three strangers but because you probably saved hundreds of lives and made your parents pay for what they did. Now, you are saving people with the quirk you never wanted. It may be horrible and scary to people, but all the people you are saving with your quirk, that is what you came to do. Maybe saving people that your parents were going to kill in the future is your mission now. Or saving all those people is whoever is out there, making us have quirks, a way of correcting something that should never have happened.
We will never know what our purpose is, but it's how we live our lives and use what we have no matter what hand we have in life to make it worthwhile for us and the people around us. Now, let's get you inside. I know you can't feel the cold, but I can, and I have no idea how long you have been out here. You could freeze to death out here," he said as he smiled and took you inside.
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Y/n one shots and explicit content
Fanfiction* Due to them deleting my first book due to violating company guidelines, even though my book has been on here for two years, they deleted it and all of the content I worked on. so 250k reads gone. It will be fun to see how fast this book will be ta...
