Silent is a wish (BNHA X OP READER)(ON HIATUS/REVAMPING)

Twenty lovely idiots

++STATS++

SPEED: 8.7/5

TECHNIQUE: 12/5

COOPERATION: 1.5/5

SKILL: 6.8/5

STREET SMARTS: 3/5

ACADEMIC ABILITY: 15.635/5 (vedy vedy smart gorl)

Y/N'S QUIRK IS VERY OVERPOWERED, THEREFORE THE JAPANESE SECTOR OF THE QUIRK REGULATION SQUAD (QRS) HAS BEEN KEEPING CAREFUL WATCH ON HER SINCE HER SECOND HOSPITAL VISIT (THE ONE CAUSED BY *** ****** ** ********). IF SHE EVER USES HER QUIRK IN ANY HOSTILE WAY TOWARDS THE INNOCENT, OR FOR HARMFUL PERSONAL REASONS, THE JQR HAS ORDERS TO TERMINATE HER AND ANY SURROUNDING HOSTILITIES.  SHE IS NOT AWARE OF QRS. STAY TUNED FOR FURTHER UPDATES.

++STORY RESUMES++

Todoroki had been interrogating lowly villains when something caught his eye. A small figure with long h/c hair and distinctive black and white clothing was falling through the air. The figure's arms flailed hopelessly, as if the girl was trying to grasp the very air. A worm of worry mad Todoroki steal a second, longer glance.

That figure was Y/n Kuma.

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Piles of dirt and leaves littered the ground, hurriedly built as makeshift landing spots. A heavy amount of snow was falling as well, created by Shoto Todoroki, who kept an eye on the ice-encased villains, as well as his classmate.

It seemed as if all was in slow motion to Y/n Yamada. She didn't look down, fearing if she did, she would become afraid to die. She closed her eyes, making her seemingly final wish.

For everything to come out OK.

Eventually, a cold sensation enveloped the teen. She whispered 'This must be death,' and fluttered her dark eyelashes open. A smooth yet cracked voice was calling for Y/n. She so desperately wanted to ignore it, but felt herself being pulled from the comfortably bright white place, just as calm was closing in.

The world was coming back into view, and the cold became sharper, more shocking. Like a water balloon on a pleasantly warm day. The panicked, yet composed voice sounded familiar, almost warm, in this frozen feeling.

She opened her eyes. A beautiful boy with a beautiful face stared back at her. His eyes were wide, and his face contorted so Its beauty became almost grim. His beautiful hair was messy, like fingers had been run through it once too much, and his two different coloured eyes each held a crazed, wild look. Y/n reached up, placing a bloodied hand on the boy's perfect face. She caressed him, noting the blood didn't make him any less flawless. Softly, she pulled Shoto's face close to her own, placing both hands lovingly on his cheeks.

She placed her lips to his forehead tenderly. A dull ache throbbed in her midsection. Her legs were numb with cold. She could feel life dripping out of her body, hear the drip, drip as it coloured the snow below her.

"Help everyone. Leave me." Shoto could barely hear her. He held the girl to his chest, internally gaping at the four circular wounds in her torso.

'This is it,' Y/n thought wildly, 'I'm coming, Mummy. He got me. He got me, too...'

"HELP! HELP US! ANYONE, PLEASE!" Shoto's pale eyes blurred with tears. Pulse...None. Y/n wasn't breathing. The heterochromatic boy pressed both of his hands on Y/n's chest and pumped.

"30 compressions, 2 rescue breaths...HELP! SHE'S DYING! PLEASE!" A large rush of air almost knocked the teen down, but he couldn't let go. Something broke through the glass dome of the USJ and vanished into the sky. Todoroki heard faint sirens.