Dimension

Chapter 4

The streets were quiet, except for the few cars passing and the two people quietly sneaking out of the family house. A few people partying and yelling at the nearby bar, giving that part of town life. With her index finger, (Y/n) pointed across the street to a creepily shadowed road.

"That's where we're headed!", she beamed, over-hyped that she has someone to go out in the middle of the night, hopping over to the middle of the empty street.

Her backpack jingled and rustled at her jumping, her glowing face kept the wind from freezing her. She stayed there, taking in the feeling of freedom. Anxiety washing away as she finally felt safe by just standing on a street, which was normally a hazard, in the middle of the night with an actual certified hero. Not just any hero, but the hero she loved most. The smell of the fresh breeze from the nearby forest even excited her more while the man on her tail was pretty used to nights like this.

(Y/n) waited across the street as she looked over to the slow unreadable man, hands in pockets. Turning around the corner of the sketchy street, they took a halt in front of the dirtied road, different kinds of plants growing on each side of it. From tulips to widow trees and from the rustling branches and leaves to the chirping of nightingales. With a triumphant hummpf, the girl started her journey through the pitch black forest.

Their walk was silent, but not uncomfortable. The positive energy she was emitting made them both feel comfortable in that said silence yet the girl still wanted to build up any form of conversation as well as some type of bond.

Halfway up, there was a loud rustle in one of the bushes up the steep hills on each side of the road. A certain spot from which the sound came, (Y/n) swore to be a Hobo's hiding spot. First time she heard a noise there, she felt paranoid. The next day she found an abandoned chicken coup hidden behind trees and bushes with random equipment lying around. She had visited that place many times afterwards, always abandoned and always with some different random stuff laying around, but the hidden coup had always a freshly cut passage way.

Aizawa was weary, but he shrugged it off as an animal of the wildlife. (Y/n) on the other hand was still paranoid. She tried shrugging it off herself, telling herself the same thing, yet it bugging in the back of her mind like a wasp continuously buzzing around her.

When they were finally at the top of the hill, (Y/n) huffed out of relief, throwing her head back with shut eyes. No matter how many times she steps up that hill, she was always out of breath. Aizawa on the other hand was completely fine. No huff out of his lungs or a deep inhale in to his nose. Being the only one out of shape, she noted that she has to exercise more, cringing at the thought of it with her aching lungs accompanying it before breathing out a laugh, knowing very well that she'll be laying on her bed while binge watching her favorite show tomorrow again.

She gazed up to the man who looked around. Down the road that they were headed, mountains of forests were towering a few miles away. At the end of the road, which was in a more steeper part of the same hill they're walking on, was a darkened forest. On their right side, which faced a part of the town, was a castle far off in the distance with a small town indicating life. Turning around, facing the town, you could clearly see the hospital and how high the residents could live. Up there you could only hear the cold wind grazing the fields of cut wheat. No car or siren was heard.

Being accustomed to the dark, the semi-full moon lighting up the night, made it not only for him, but also (Y/n) easier to see clearly so they continued walking in silence, though it didn't take long for (Y/n) to break it.

"Thank you for joining me! I...rarely do something like this. Basically...",she took a sharp breath before breathing out a laugh, "Basically never!"