QUIRKLESS WANNABE- BNHA x READER

PROLOGUE: SOMETIMES HEROES DIE

TRIGGER WARNING

This book revolves around the suicide of a main character. This can be seen as extremely triggering to individuals, and please, I advise you not to read the book if you are sensitive to that content. I wish you all the best, and if you ever need help or feel alone, please dial 1-800-273-8255

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Truthfully, I usually liked the rain.

I always viewed it as peaceful. The pitter patter against the window as drops raced down the glass, creating beautiful blurred figures from light. My mom always described it as nature's white noise, a serene barrier from the usual hustle and bustle of everyday life. 

Even when I was caught in it, I didn't mind. Sure, I was freezing, each drop soaking into my school sweater making me shiver. But honestly, the empty streets I rushed through were enough to make me feel at ease. The neon glow of the signs that were still illuminated despite the rain harshly falling around me made a beautiful atmosphere, one I felt that nothing could go wrong.

My arms were getting a bit tired from holding one of my more hefty textbooks over my head, attempting to shield my face and hair from the cold wetness that rained down around me. I was close to home, sort of, about five more minutes if I picked up my pace.

My book was most definitely soaked through... I'd probably have to dry the pages with a hair dryer just to salvage some of it. I didn't mind, though, it was some trigonometry book that honestly made me feel way more stupid than I actually was.

I should've listened to my mom this morning. She insisted that I would bring an umbrella, but I didn't care too much, not knowing I'd be freezing by the end of the day as I attempted not to slip on the cold concrete. 

Just as my mind wandered back to the peaceful sound of the rain, the worst sound I could of imagined sounded out a few feet behind me. I yelped, jumping forward before peering over my shoulder. It was a heavy sound, like a thump...as if someone dropped a bag of sand on the floor from up high. There was a splatter, though, so I wasn't sure if that was just the rain or not. 

My body fully turned with my head when I couldn't find the source immediately, my curious (e/c) orbs darting around just to find any trace that would make me feel a little less creeped out. 

But, that uneasiness only worsened when I saw it.

A body. Built...tall...a guy. Blood, lots of it...crimson pooling branches in the rain water that splattered with every rain drop pounding into it. I then noticed the feeling of the same thick red  liquid streaming down the back of my calves as the rest soaked into the back of my sweater. It hit me all the way from there...

Whatever it was, my shaking knees automatically started running forward. My trembling arms couldn't take the weight of the book anymore as the heftiness made the ligaments flop to my sides as the textbook smashed to the ground...most definitely getting ruined by the rain.

"Are you alright!?" I shouted at the seemingly lifeless body, my own feet not taking into the fact I should be cautious as I stood right beside the body. My knees ached as I slammed to the ground, using my weak arms and all my strength to roll over to deadweight in front of me. A loud grunt left my mouth once he was now on his back, his face towards the sky. His eyes were open and his mouth slightly parted, the rain brushing away his curly hair from his forehead.

But most importantly, short,  pained breaths were leaving his mouth.

I gasped, clattering around for the backpack on my back to reach for my phone before a steel grip wrapped around my wrist. "Don't," the man croaked, causing my blood to run cold. My words were caught in my throat as my head swung back to him, and I swear I could feel my pupils dilate as I recognized the signature face.