~Step on me {The Cardigans}~
A cold breeze brushed against bandaged limbs, a loud sigh broke the silence. "Kid, what are you doing out so late?" Turning around you were met by a familiar tired man. He had shoulder length black hair and stubble lining his jaw. His attire was a loose black jumpsuit with a matching utility belt. On his head sat yellow goggles and draped around his neck was a long gray scarf.
"I needed some fresh air, the house was feeling a bit cramped." Shrugging with your answer you turned around and continued your walk. The exhausted adult easily kept up with your pace, opting to join your walk instead of pestering you to go home like the last few times.
"Do you need help rebandaging your arms?"
"No, my friend already helped me."
The man then took a deep breath, he seemed to be making a decision in his head. "You know kid, if you need help, call this number." He gave you a slip of paper with a number and the name Aizawa written under it, "I know you deny help everytime I offer, but just in case take this." You didn't fully understand why he was so insistent on helping you. Adults always thought you could handle yourself with your strong quirk, plus your parents are quirkless what could they possibly do? Quirkless people couldn't be dangerous... they were seen as weak. Yeah right.
You slipped the paper under your phone case for safekeeping and just walked on. "Did you consider the fact that I deny help because I don't need it." People with strong quirks weren't allowed to be weak... People like you weren't supposed to be weak. People like you were supposed to be heroes. Heroes... A silly job that adults played to make themselves feel better about how shitty the world was. Heroes don't care unless who they save ends up benefiting them. Your cousin's family was dead and he was missing, the police and heroes gave up after 2 months because they were quirkless. They declared him dead after 1 year of no sightings.
"Kid, everytime I see you you have bandages. Not to mention your what 10, and walking out at midnight for fresh air... that doesn't seem to be the greatest situation."
"For your information I'm 12! Also I do stupid reckless shit and get hurt... of course I'm gonna be covered in bandages!" The hero sighs and goes to place a hand on your shoulder. You avoid his hand touching you. The thought of him touching you makes you itch. An itch so strong you want to tear the skin from your bones. He pulls his hand back and goes to stand in front of you, leaning down to your height.
"That's not any better." His eyes and expression were soft. His voice was quiet and gentle, "Let me help. I know you're not reckless, I can see how careful you are. You aren't out here to chase danger. You're not clumsy either. If someone's hurting you, I can put a stop to it. If you're hurting yourself, I can get you help. You're too young to be constantly wrapped in bandages and constantly trying to avoid home." He held his hand out for you.
Furrowing your brows in suspicion, "Why do you wanna help me?"
"Because no kid should be hurt or out alone like you are."
"You won't be getting any good recognition out of this you know?"
He scoffs, "Like I care about the media. Kid do you know what underground heroes are?"
"No?"
Hearing him explain to you this opposite side of heroism made you think. You looked at the hand in front of you, maybe he really would s̶a̶v̶e̶ ... help you.
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"You stupid egotistical brat!" Heat, burning... She was pouring it on you, again. You were already on your knees. Scrambling, you tried to crawl and push yourself away from the hot water that was trickling down your back to your legs. Suddenly,
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In another life (Bnha x reader)
Fanfic(Y/n) was the opposite of her cousin in nearly every sense. She hated heroes growing up and never thought of being one. Yet she was saved and given the chance of a kinder life. She was so hateful, while her sweet cousin was optimistic. He never got...
