MHA: Harbinger of Fear - Male Reader x Midnight

Part 80

Holding a fake smile wasn't as easy as it sounded. Y/N admitted he didn't have a true grasp on his emotions, then again the circumstances were different.

Maybe that explains a few things. Y/N hummed. Even now he was discovering new things.

The thought of Present Mic was more displeasing than anything. He was loud and open with his thoughts. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, however it left a bad mark in his childhood and had remained since.

Was he a sort of psychopath? He considered the thought for some time, and it wasn't the first either.

Or would a narcissist better fit the situation?

Y/N couldn't believe he was asking himself such questions. However, it would certainly explain a few blunders in his life, including his younger years.

His watch beeped, breaking his train of thought. Reaching under his costume's sleeve, he silenced it, bringing him to the loud voices and colorful pixels of a TV.

The teacher's lounge was empty during class hours, but he suspected it would fill for a bout of relaxation before the finals classes rotated in.

"It's one, Eri." He said, his voice soft as he reached out to take her hand.

"Are you leaving?" She asked, hopping down from a tall and wide couch.

"Yeah," He said regrettably. "I need to get back on duty."

"Are you gonna be here tomorrow?" She asked, her voice mildly louder than usual.

"I can be." He nodded and turned the TV off to lead her out. He didn't see the spark of energy she displayed or the extra pep she put in each step.

The halls echoed with the remnants of UA's students. Fortunately for them, they were on time. Y/N wondered if his time there had actually distilled some discipline in the youth.

He walked hand in hand with Eri, passing the hushed conversations of students all the while. There was some semblance of his presence remaining. His boots hadn't changed all that much, and the familiar thump of their soles still roused anxiety in students. Not even they were immune to propaganda and rumors.

Coming upon one of the many classrooms, they walked right in. Mic had finished up for the day, leaving him to do a mental check before leaving.

"Wha—?!" The hero flinched at Y/N's sudden presence. Unlike Y/N, he still clung to his childhood, leaving him in rare moments of boredom or daydreams.

"Oh." Yamada, or Hizashi, as Y/N called him, was full of energy. He chuckled and was almost immediately at ease at the sight of him.

"It's one." Y/N said, letting Eri to take a seat.

"One...?" His eyes narrowed with confusion. "That's... Midnight's shift."

Of course... Y/N shut his eyes for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. Like a mouse, he was caught in a trap.

"I'm told you had something to say." Y/N started with a quiet exhale. He adopted a new look, or rather a different one. His eyes glazed over with something sharp and with authority. It may come off as intimating, but it was neutral and the closest thing to professional he could muster.

"Oh, yeah." The hero mumbled as he came to the same conclusion. He scratched his temple as he avoided Y/N's gaze; a nervous tick he never outgrew.

Y/N became detached once more, reinforcing his earlier theories. Hizashi fidgeted under his gaze as if he were being reprimanded despite never truly earning his ire in the past.