lucid dreams ༄ bnha various

I

❝ fate is in your hands. choose wisely. ❞

I don't remember much of what happened. After I hit the ground, everything was a blurred mess. I didn't think they'd be able to knock me down so easily. I remember being shot at and hitting the ground and hearing sirens, screaming, crying and radio noise.

I was in a hospital room with IV and blood bags. I glance at my surroundings, my vision was still a bit blurry. I rubbed my eyes and blinked, fully becoming aware of my surroundings, my senses finally returning. I shift in the hospital bed, a bit uncomfortable.

"You're finally awake!"

"Hi Dad," I replied. I wasn't sure what to say because he probably knows about all the work I've done now even though I tried my best to keep it a secret. The Pro-Heroes are absolute shit these days and only do their jobs for money and fame and it honestly disgusts me. I let out a built up sigh.

"What's wrong honey?"

"Nothing."

I didn't know why he acted so casual and normal as if I didn't do illegal things. He acted like I was his sweet, innocent baby girl from all those years ago and I just wanted to yell at him for his ignorance.

We didn't say anything for a while.

Finally, two people came inside the room. A young lady with long, seemingly flowing brown hair walked in. Everything about her was perfect and it made her seem like she should be on the cover of a fashion magazine. Her smile made me uncomfortable as it didn't feel real or genuine. The man next to her was a pro-hero that did genuine, honest work. His hair was messy and long and his eye bags looked like they could have come from Gucci. His eyes were quite red as well, clearly dry from not blinking. I glanced between the two as the woman asked my father to leave.

She pulled up a chair from the other side of the curtain, sitting down in front of me. I managed to get a closer look of her. Her hair was, well, actually flowing. She had bright red lipstick on and pale, porcelain skin. Her dress made her seem like she was going to a club rather than work which made me question her authority. Her grey eyes were intense and her smile looked quite forced. I moved backwards, a bit intimidated by this random woman who walked in.

To make matters worse, the pro-hero was behind her, leaning against the wall, putting eye drops in his eyes. I gulped nervously. "What do you want?" I asked, a bit hostile.

The woman chuckled slightly, "I just want to talk to you [L/N] [Y/N]."

"If you're here to take me to jail, just fucking do it already." I snapped, pulling the blankets close to my chest, glaring at her.

The woman didn't seem phased at all, and instead, smiled at me. I blinked, confused. "I'm just here to discuss some things with you Miss [L/N]."

"...what? Why? Aren't I going to juvenile prison anyways?"

The woman shook her head and smiled, "no, nothing of that sort. I just want to ask you something."

"Huh?" I blinked in confusion.

"How do you feel about pro-heroes?"

"..." I glared at her, biting my lower lip. "You know damn well how I feel."

"Ah, that's true. But I'd like to hear it from you." She said kindly.