MHA: Harbinger of Fear - Male Reader x Midnight

Part 3

In a way, Y/N agreed with Rumi. He had an itch, and he needed to scratch it.

He never thought any of the upcoming events would ever happen, but here he was, exiting the school grounds and hoping for a release from his recent stress.

He barely made it out of the front gate before he was confronted. UA's massive security door remained open as he approached; the unique ID in his pocket doing its job.

"Rumi." Y/N said. He maintained his walking speed, knowing she'd give chase.

"Mirko." She corrected again; Y/N ignored her glare and stopped as they made it a fair distance from UA.

For a short moment, Mirko had a chance to inspect Y/N's attire. It was far more professional than she would have expected.

"Alright." Y/N looked at Rumi and then sighed. "You know a place?"

"Why not use one of the mock cities—?"

"Not happening." Y/N interrupted sternly.

"Whatever." Rumi scoffed. "Yeah, I know a place, come on."

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The two heroes shared a deep history dating back to the beginning of her career. It had been eight years since then and she'd grown to be one of the top ten heroes in Japan.

They were opposites in some areas but shared similar traits, such as a lust for an adrenaline rush.

Y/N yearned for a fight just as any other martial artist would. And it was a rare occurrence when he met an opponent who could muster up more than just effort from him.

His drive had lost most of its touch. Not from being starved of action but from the sheer burnout he felt.

Another quirk he possessed was Self-Improvement. It was between a mutation quirk and an emitter quirk. It activated subconsciously and caused a profound change in his mind and body.

His brain worked in overdrive, memorizing his opponents' attack patterns while increasing his strength and speed to match or even surpass to deal with the threat accordingly.

After so many fights, he stockpiled a wide variety of knowledge and power, even incorporating various fighting styles into his own.

He pushed himself beyond anything he would've thought possible. He had polished and sharpened his skills to perfection from one fight to the next.

The woman before him was a rare case. Her sheer skill and ingenuity made it feel like a new fight every time. Paired with her quick thinking and natural aptitude as a fighter, she was considered worthy of his attention.

They had a similarity of focusing on hand-to-hand combat. And to some, they would even be considered masters.

Y/N removed his tie and coat to have them folded neatly and set on a public bench. Joining them were any loose belongings including his ring.

Placing a hand on his shoulder, he rolled his arm with a few pops. Rumi eyed a compression sleeve peeking out from under his dress shirt; knowing it hid the other scars connected to his hand.

Two parallels stood across from each other. The ocean beside gently rolled over the coarse sand beneath them and the sun hung low but was far from nightfall.

Y/N waited as Rumi stretched her legs with a smile. Where her heart pounded with excitement, he remained calm.

Unfortunately for Rumi, Y/N had memorized her strategies and attacks years ago. She had no idea of his five quirks and the details about them.