MHA: Harbinger of Fear - Male Reader x Midnight

Part 8

Y/N's heart pounded in his chest, thumping with an ache of stress and claustrophobia.

He needed to let loose all the energy built up inside him, to scratch an itch that's been bothering him.

Being a teenager wasn't easy. At fifteen years old, he was being buried with exams and some sort of feelings he couldn't explain.

An oncoming test beat down on his shoulders, the lack of exercise made him reckless, explosive, and a girl of all people made his heart ache.

Standing before a tall perilous cliff, he looked down its edge to the forest below.

The more he looked, the more he became jittery with trembling hands and shuddery breaths.

He needed to do this, even if Gran Torino or Nana were to scold him. If he couldn't fight anyone, he needed to at least release pent-up energy.

Taking a step forward, his body fought the weightlessness he experienced, immediately stopping him from falling.

His heart raged and his lungs pumped as he panted. Goosebumps covered his skin when the weightlessness slowly disappeared.

He visibly shuddered when the air around him became superheated, volatile. But as his energy raised, so did his emotions.

Pursing his lips and clenching his fists, he finally commanded his quirk to drop him.

He didn't quite understand what he was experiencing, but the second the wind hit his face, it felt gratifying, cathartic.

The nigh overwhelming pressure he carried was forgotten and the stress was replaced with a wide grin.

Falling closer and closer to the ground, he suddenly came to, correcting his form in a snap before blasting off with all the energy he had.

The blood pumped in his ears, muffling roaring winds and making his adrenal-filled gasps nothing more than white noise.

Nearing the speed of a high-end sports car, the trees beneath him rustled, trembling from his split-second appearance and shedding their looser leaves.

He quickly crossed a mass of trees. And when lost in the moment, became unaware of the salty water below.

Slowly, he began to gain altitude, and soon enough, broke the cloud line.

What he saw gave him pause, cutting all control of his flight and energy manipulation.

The sun was high, illuminating the clouds with a fiery glow, turning them into flats of fire and castles of distant thunder.

For that bittersweet moment, the boy felt true silence and came the closest he ever would to being an astronaut.

But just like before, nothing good lasted forever.

He hung in the air for a moment longer before the gravity and moisture of the clouds hit him. A cage of panic was locked around his heart and manifested in a short scream, a shout overwhelmed by the wind in his ears.

Flailing through the air, he came to a sudden and hard stop when he hit the Pacific Ocean.

Y/N stood, frozen. His hand just inches away from a wooden door. What stopped him was himself.

He sighed as his knuckles rapped on the door. He removed his cap as he waited.

Hearing a rapid set of thumps on the other side, he watched as the door clicked open. There stood a middle-aged woman, her hair a salt and pepper mix, and her eyes were full of life as she set her sights on the tall man.