« Kumo » || Eijiro Kirishima

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chapter eighteen:
|10 Minutes|
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10 minutes.

The fight lasted only ten minutes. I can't even begin to explain the pain, blood, tears, bruises, broken bones-

Everything somehow worked out. Everyone was alive, yet I was on the verge of passing out. My eyes began to waver as the urge to take off my mask intensified. I was sweaty, tired, and in great need of a shower. The Hero Killer was tied up, secured and not harmful. My job here was finally done.

A couple pros showed up, eyeing me questionably. One called 911 while the other spoke to the students. I stayed off to the side silently, waiting for a chance to slip away unseen.

Out of nowhere, a huge bird thing, similar to the one at the USJ, came crashing down into the crowd of heroes. It scooped up Midoriya, carrying him into the sky. My legs moved, despite their tired heaviness. I tried to make it in time, but I knew wouldn't be able to. I had used my quirk too much and had reached my limit. I was toast.

A man arose from beside me, his blindfold falling off, revealing his sick, disgusting face. He shoved my shoulder, causing me to fall down from both fear and shear force. He limped crazily towards Midoriya's body flying away in the bird's claws.

He threw the dagger with such great aim that it hit the Nomu head on. It came down in a hurry, along with Midoriya.

As it came to a halting stop, Midoriya shakily got up.

Did the Hero Killer just save a hero?

Either I needed more sleep than I thought, or I was already asleep.

His face looked at the Nomu, gushing blood from its head. This, this was some next level psycho.

He went into a monologue about real heroes, but I was so petrified by the very stare he gave us all, that I couldn't move. My body was frozen. I couldn't see clearly, or breath in a regular pattern. It almost felt as though my heart had stopped.

The ragged, deranged man feel to his knees, hissing in pain as he blacked out. Midoriya squeaked in fright as he backed away towards the others.

"Where's Kumo?-"

I hadn't left. I was still there, frozen. I waved my hand, yet no one saw. I look at my hand to see nothing but the ground I fought on.

"Who? Son, I think you need some rest. No one was hero when we got here."

Have I been invisible this whole time?

My thoughts jumbled in a pile of shit. All I wanted to do was sleep. That's all I could think about goddammit. My warm bed, my comfy pajamas. A nice hot shower, maybe some left over pizza?

I yawned, thinking about all the great stuff at home...that was until I woke up.

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My mask was still on. Across from me was Midoriya and beside me was Iida. Todoroki was there too.

I had blacked out. The Hero Killer gave me such panic, that I seriously blacked out.

It was around 8:00pm. My side was killing me, and all I wanted was food and my comfortable bed to sleep on. Wait...

Shit! What will my parents think of my not coming home?!

As if almost on cue, my mother of all people texted me.

Mom: hey, sweetie. I just wanted to check up on you. I hope you're doing well. Dad and I will be back soon.

Morales: I'm fine mom, thanks.

"Dad and I will be back soon?...."

Granny Chiyo texted me.

Granny: just an FYI. I may have told your parents they had a business trip in Tokyo. I had to make up some excuse to get you out of trouble. You scared me, sunflower. You passed out.

Morales: thank you for that. You saved my ass. Are these injuries bad?

Granny: I wasn't able to fully heal them, in fear of draining all your stamina. You'll definitely have some scars to show off, though.

Scars huh? That'll make me look tough.

Granny: get some sleep. I love you.

Morales: I love you too Granny.

I turned off my phone, looking down at my sacred hands on the hospital bed sheets.

"Being a hero is like a taking a leap of faith."

Granny Chiyo's words of wisdom seemed to never leave my mind.

A leap of faith.

What is a leap of faith?

Like physically, emotionally, mentally?

All three?

I stood up, removing my IVs, they were empty either way. I walked to the window, quietly opening it. I secured my masked, sticking to wall of the hospital as I began my tired, painful walk home.

A leap of faith.

When? That's all I needed the answer to.

If I don't know when it'll happen, then how can I prepare? How can I be the hero I've always dreamed of being?

How can I take that leap of faith?

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