My Expiration - BNHA Bakushima Fic

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I turn my head to the source of the noise. Everyone around has also looked to see what was causing all the commotion. I realize everyone is looking at someone dressed in all black. And that's when I notice his hands.

His fingers were all extended into long claws. So long to the point where it was disturbing. He was holding up one of the claws to the bank tellers neck. I over hear his words. "Give me all the money in this bank, I won't kill anyone." I see several people looking down at their wrists, either sighing with relief or staring at their wrists in disbelief. I do as well, remembering last night's events.

09-27-2XXX

Shit. I looked up to Kirishima, who also saw my wrist. His eyes widened, filled with fear. He grabs my wrist and drags me behind a desk where the robber can't see us. "Ok, just stay here. It'll be fine, I promise." he says, looking back over his shoulder at the robber. He takes a deep sigh. "I'm gonna do something." he says. My eyes widen. "What?? No!" I whisper aggressively. "Why, it's not like I'll die or something." he says, shrugging his shoulders.

That's what I hate about these expiration dates the most. People think they're invincible as long as it isn't the day of their expiration date. But they're wrong. So wrong. They never take into account serious injuries, or getting into accidents, or anything like that. Your expiration date doesn't mark the day when you go paralyzed from the neck down. It doesn't mark the day when you go into a coma. It doesn't mark the day when you're on life support for the rest of your life. It only marks the day your heart stops beating.

I grit my teeth, then grab Kirishima by the wrist. "Don't care. You're not doing anything, and you're not going anywhere." Kirishima gives me a look. "What's your problem? Let me go, Katsuki! Those people need my help!" He tries to shake my hand off, but I keep a grip on him with both arms. I feel tears start forming in my eyes. I'm not losing another person to these goddamn expiration dates.

Suddenly, people start screaming again. We both look over the desk to see that the robber had killed someone. It was a woman, probably in her early twenties. He had impaled her neck with one of his claws. She drops to the floor lifelessly. The robber speaks up. "If you people don't want to end up like her, you better line up on the wall over here." Everyone hesitantly stands up and walks over to the wall he was pointing to. The robber starts checking behind desks and tables, starting with the one Kirishima and I were behind. "That goes for you two, too. Get your asses over there." I growl at him, but stand up, Kirishima following my actions. Dammit. We should've left as soon as we heard those first screams.

We stand next to Soy Sauce and Dunce Face. Raccoon Eyes is a few people down from us. I stare at my wrist. It still says the same thing as moments before. Kirishima notices me looking at it and holds him hand, rubbing his thumb against my knuckles to calm me down. It kinda worked.

The robber stands in front of us all. "Alright, listen here. If any of you move, I'll kill you right then and there!" We all look at Dunce Face. He makes a face at us. "What??" he whispers. We make a face back at him of disappointment. The robber notices us talking. "What, do you think he'll actually do something as dumb as that?" he asks. "Definitely." I say, glaring at the robber. He seems confused, but walks away. Good riddance.

He then stops in his tracks. "Wait a minute..." he says, turning back around. He points right at me. "You're that kid from UA! The one who won the sports festival and then got kidnapped by villains!" he says, reminding me of both of those events. I flinch at the memory, causing Kirishima to hold my hand tighter. "What, you don't want to talk about it?" he asks, coming closer. He holds his hand up. This must be it, then.

Kirishima steps in front of me. "H-He doesn't normally like talking about that stuff, eheh..." he nervously stutters out. The robber looks at him for a moment, then clicks his tongue. "Tch, whatever." He pushes Kirishima into the wall. I flinch in anger, but hold myself back. I feel a burning sensation on my wrist. Don't tell me... I look down to my wrist, once again seeing the numbers rearranging.