UnStoppable (MHA Various x Reader)

✔Chapter fucking four: What A Fucking Joke

"Am I really gonna be staying with you until momma gets back? You're a hero... how many people have you saved? What's it like being number two?" You walked from the hospital doors, the sun peeking over the horizon. The rays cast a warm light across the parking lot, morning dew glittering on the weeds through the cracks in the cement. Endeavour shook his head and looked forward, a minuscule grin on his face as he unlocked the car. Your eyes shone for a second, going back to the notes you took hours prior. "Have you ever met All Might?! He's a new hero in Ameri- Amer... that one big country, and he's number one across the world!"

Endeavour grimaced at your words, opening the passenger door for you. You looked at the seat and blinked, hesitantly climbing in and taking your bag from him. He reached over and buckled you in, nodding in approval before shutting the door and walking to the other side. The engine purred to life, a smooth and consistent noise that was in the newer, more expensive cars. You fiddled with the hem of your shirt, its dull blue fibers soft between your fingers.

"Are we going to crash?" You looked up to the fiery man with large eyes, an innocence swimming in their (E/C) pools that only a five-year-old could have. He did a double-take and blinked at you, shaking his head and turning to the rear window. The car jerked and moved backward, then forward once out of the parking space. Endeavor kept his eyes on the road, something, you noted, that your father had rarely done. You held that piece of information to yourself, mind going back to the questions of before. "So have you met All Might? And am I really just staying with you until my mom comes back?"

"Your mom's not coming back, (Y/N). And yes, I have met the man before." He stiffened at his own words, cerulean eyes glancing at your confused form. Surely, your mother had said she was meeting with clients that day. Your father had told you that he was picking you up for the next few days. Did he know she wasn't coming back, too? Did your mother plan this? Why didn't anyone tell you she wasn't going to come get you? You cocked your head at the man, blinking once, then twice.

"What do you mean? She's just on a business trip, I think, and she's meeting with some clients. She doesn't work with the good guys, but she always comes back." You reassured yourself more than informing the flaming male, fresh tears pricking in your eyes. Your eyes trailed to him, his attention back on the road. "She's going to come back. You'll see. She's gonna knock on the door and pick me up, then we'll head back to our apartment and eat ice cream! Vanilla with sprinkles. And she's going to take off work for a bit and keep me home from school. We'll do all that because daddy's not coming back."

What did you mean about her not working with the good guys? Endeavour watched your still form start to shake, large drops hitting the blue cloth and soaking in. He rolled his eyes and looked back to the pavement, a sigh leaving his mouth as he ran a hand over his face. You gripped the shirt and choked out a sob, bringing your hands to your warped necklace and holding it tightly. Your lungs stung from the amount of air being inhaled, your side throbbing from your shuddering body. You brought your legs close to your chest, crying into your knees as the fiery man drove.

"Look, the doctors tried to contact your mother, but it went straight to voicemail. They're thinking she's either dead or missing, so calm down." You didn't calm down. How could you? Your father died in front of you and your mother probably wasn't going to come back for you. Now this man, who had the audacity to tell you to calm down, was taking you to his house. You were going to live there until a foster family wanted to adopt you or until the man signed the papers himself. Did you have a say in this? No. You were a five-year-old whose dad was dead and whose mother was nowhere to be seen.

"What's done is done and the past can't be changed, so suck it up. Sure deaths can be devastating and sad, but that's life." You, maybe kinda sorta, wanted to punch him. Who was he to tell you to get over it? You watched the blood pool from your father's body. You stood there, and you could've helped. Or at least tried. But you didn't, because you were scared. You called yourself weak over it, but you could've used your quirk! You should've at least tried to use it, to find a way to save your father.

"No matter how much it sucks, things like these happen." It did, and they do. You just never thought it would happen to you, or happen this early. You were only five. How could this be any worse? Endeavor might not have children for you to play with, or he might homeschool you. He could be one of those really strict parents who won't let you play with his other kids, if he has any. You never watched the news, but he was always on it when you did. Either him or All Might. Them or the cool news dude, but whatever.

You thought about it, gears spinning in your tiny little skull. It could definitely get worse. Someone else could have adopted or volunteered to take care of you. You wouldn't know what they were like. Based on the interviews you've seen, Endeavour was brash and rude. He didn't seem to care. Not about other people, or about the safety of others. If he had family, he never mentioned them. The interviewers tried to ask about his personal life once, but he changed the subject and told them not to question it. He said that, if any villains were watching, they could use it against him. Or something along those lines.

"But no, All Might had to come and save the day." What was he talking about? When had you asked for a rant about his heroic mishaps? You didn't think you did, did you? Possibly. But you didn't think you did. No, before you had mumbled something about how you were going to eat ice cream with your mom when she got back. Oh. Right. She wasn't coming back. That's what this was about. You and your parents. Your dead father and possibly dead mother. He brushed it off like nothing and you wanted to punch him. That sounds about right.

You wiped your face and lay your head in your hand, elbow resting on the side of the door. Your knees were still close to your chest, shirt and trousers damp from the tears. Endeavor continued to ramble on about how he aimed to be better than All Might, how he deserved it more than the 'red, white, and blue bitch ass wanna-be hero' when, in fact, he was also a bitch ass wanna-be hero. You wouldn't say that to him, but could. Only when he pulled into the driveway did you grimace, the large abode looking picture perfect.

Three children played in the front yard, a female and two males. Who you assumed was their mother sat in a chair on the front porch, a boy with split hair sitting on her lap. She was reading a book to him, his mismatched eyes glittering with amusement. The children in the front stopped kicking their ball, watching as the car drove further into the driveway. When he parked you grabbed your bag and opened the door, carefully sliding out and rubbing your puffy eyes.

Maybe you didn't really want to be there, or maybe you just didn't like other people. Either way, you kinda sorta still wanted to punch him in the face. Endeavour had put your concerns and worries behind him, so you, even though a five-year-old, wanted to see the man in pain. You could call upon your handy dandy quirk, but that only showed up turning high-stress situations. Could you just hyperventilate and create a high-stress situation? Possibly.

"This is (Y/N). They're the one I spoke of from over the phone." Endeavor motioned to you as you rounded the vehicle, your bag dragging behind you on the pavement. You squinted at the taller man, shrugging and taking hold of your pendant with your free hand. He continued talking and explaining your situation, disinterested about the whole ordeal. "Their father died in a crash just a few hours ago and their mother is nowhere to be seen, thought to be missing or dead. We will be taking care of them until further notice."

Why did he have to tell them all of that...