BNHA Oneshots

☁/♥- Running - Kirishima

Warnings: slight gore, kinda sad but Kiri makes it better (like he makes everything else)

"Our special guest of the day: the number one hero, the Symbol of Peace himself: All Might!" cheered the newswoman, gesturing towards the huge hero with two hands. He saluted the camera before sitting down on the chair beside her.

"We've got some questions for you, All Might."

He bellowed a deep laugh. "Fantastic! I love my fans!"

"'What do you think of the villain team Erebus and Chaos?'" the newswoman read off a notecard in her daintily manicured hands.

"Think of them?" He rubbed his chin. "They've evaded the swift hammer of justice multiple times. They're dastardly villains. Pure evil. My biggest regret is not delivering them to the authorities when I had the chance."

"What made you deny that chance?"

"Erebus said something. It shocked me, down to my very core. So much so she was able to slip away, along with her partner. It eats me up inside to this day." All Might clenched his fist in both determination and exasperation.

"I hoped to be able to catch them before they killed again. But I was too late," he sighed with a solemn shake of his head.

"The Saitama Massacre, right. Those two, in under thirty minutes, killed three dozen people. It was horrifying. What do you plan on doing now?"

The number one hero looked directly at the camera, his smile never once wavering. "I plan to catch those evil doers, for the families of the deceased, and for those whose lives have been affected by them. I shall not rest until I have them in my clutches!"

The TV screen blinked off, a reflection of a teenager mirrored in the empty screen. You set down the remote. That was enough of hearing about your parents' latest mistake. And the largest.

Your mother and father were Erebus and Chaos respectively. You could remember vividly the Saitama Massacre. You could count how many people your father was responsible for and your mother was. The former always stole their eyes, claiming it was so he could stare into their souls. Your mother was a sadist. Her victims were horrifyingly obvious.

You collapsed onto the couch, propping your elbows up on your knees and tangling your fingers into your mess of hair. God. What could you do? Your parents obviously weren't coming back for a while. This particular mistake was enormous. Thirty-six people dead. Four of them were children. Nine were elderly. They were all dead. Because of your parents.

You let out a stuttering sigh when the phone on the armrest beside you buzzed. You looked at it. It was a text.

Sunshine: Hey! I got my hair dyed!!

What color?

Sunshine: Red, like Crimson Riot! 💪

Very nice

Sunshine: Are u ok??

You know the Saitama Massacre?

Sunshine: Yeah, that was horrifying
Sunshine: Oh no honey was someone you knew a victim?