My Hero Academia One Shots ~Males x Reader~

Songfic! Midoriya x Reader My Own Hero

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Quirk: Plasma Sword- User is able to find plasma traces in the air and create weaponry and small force fields from it.

Would you lay your life down?
Would you give an arm or a leg?

The branches shred your skin. The bushes scrape your legs with their prickly spines. The dark forest provides good cover for you to escape the hoards chasing you. The thudding of footsteps is less than a thousand feet behind you, and it only spurs you on further and faster. The burning sensation in your throat and lungs is not to be completely dismissed, but with the precious cargo you carry right now, it is not your top priority. Relief gives you a new hit of adrenaline as the beautiful sight of the innavigable rock pillar 'sea' graces your sight just across a 500-foot field. Once you get in there, you will be safe, you will be protected. Unfortunately, your opponents have realized this and have released the hounds. Their mechanical whirring is sharp and piercing no matter how far behind you they are. Without thinking you find energy to go even faster and start counting the seconds till you make the safety zone.

3.

2.

1. Just as you pass the first pillar, the whirring sound is enveloping you and you can only assume that the machine is right behind you. You accept your fate as you wait for the shield to enact itself. A searing pain comes from your leg as the iron fangs sink themselves into your Achilles tendon. You do your best to protect the package in your arms by shielding every part of it with your arms. The saw-like teeth do not relent as they tear through your skin and muscle striking bone. You nearly black out from the pain, but you curl up and try to crawl to no avail. When all seems lost, you hear the blessed whoosh of the force field dropping down and chopping the creature in half.

You push yourself up with one free arm and look at the dozens of humans doing everything within their power to destroy the shield, but that is not happening. You sit there catching your breath, and as you do so the excruciating anguish you feel in your left leg comes to the forefront of your mind. You peek and nearly hurl from the sight of your foot inside the dogs bloody teeth. Your calf is releasing a steady stream of blood.

Footsteps from behind you startle you and your instincts make you flinch and still cover the package that is gripped with gentle strength in your arms. Your eyes focus in on a head of green hair and you immediately let your guard down and burst into tears as you are scooped up by your husband with the light load still in your arms. There is no way in hell that you are letting go of it. You shrink into him and do your best to your leg up do that more blood doesn't drip out due to gravity. He sprints through the rocks like he's lived there his entire life.

"Base come in, prep a surgical room, Y/n lost a foot and is bleeding bad. We'll need a blood transfusion too." You pass out listening to medical jargon interspersed with affirmations of love and your well being.

Are we gonna fight now?
'Cause baby, it's the world we're against

A chime sounded and you came to in a hospital bed with so many tubes going in and out of you that you felt you were more plastic than woman. Something nagged at you, like you didn't remember something super important but before you could recall what it was, hurried steps interrupted your train of thought. A woman in black leggings and a black shirt with bright purple latex gloves and a face mask on came rushing into the room. She must be a newbie; you didn't recognize her.

"Mrs. Y/n, how are you feeling?"

"Like shit, and like I've forgotten-" Then it came to you, "WHERE IS IT! WHERE IS THE PACKAGE!" The poor doctor looked stunned by your reaction, but not shocked.