"SOMETHING IN THE MIST! TH..THERE'S SOMETHING IN THE MIST, AND IT GOT AMAJIKI TAMAKI!"
Gasps and startled murmurs swept through the store as a familiar man with spiked red hair came sprinting through the parking lot outside, a different shade of the colour drizzling from his nose. That in itself was worrying, but what came as an even greater shock was the thick abundance of mist that followed him.
Midoriya and Uraraka met him at the doorway, trying to see if he was alright, but the man wasn't having any of it. In an urgent hurry, he spun back around and slammed the doors shut, stumbling back a few paces, just as the misty haze wafted over the building.
"K..Kirishima, what happened to you?! You're bleeding!" Uraraka grabbed a handful of tissues from her checkout station and tried to dab the blood away, but Kirishima wouldn't let her close, swinging his arm and pointing.
"S..something is in the mist..! A..Amajiki and I were o..on our way here to get more stuff for the ca..cafe...and then...the mist...a..and...and then.. something…just…" He was freaking out something chronic, eyes bugging out of his skull as he tried to speak. "There's something in the damn mist and it killed him!"
I felt something slip into my hand, and I glanced down at Eri, who was edging closer into my side. Her other hand held onto (Y/N)'s tightly, and I chose to step a little in front of the both of them. Kirishima and I had been a year apart in school, and hadn't had much to do with each other, but from what I knew he was a really good guy. He definitely wasn't a liar.
"Calm down, Kirishima. Take a deep breath. You probably just got separated from him when it rolled over." The store manager, a rather mousey little man named Nezu something or other, tried to get him to calm down, but there was no use.
"Then tell me why I have his blood on my shirt?! He was screaming!" Kirishima began to pace back and forth along the front of the store, people who had moved up to take a closer look at the mist backing away from him.
"Uh...Kirishima...why is your nose bleeding..?" Midoriya piped up, kind of cornering the redhead in one of the checkout bays.
"I ran into a lamp post on the way here…" He muttered in response, fists balling against the counter top.
"Then maybe you're just a little disoriented from the hit..? Plus, not to be rude, but Amajiki can get pretty skittish when he's scared..." It made sense. It was just mist, after all. A lot of it, but still.
"I'm not crazy, dammit! I know what I heard and saw! There's something ou-"
The world suddenly began to shudder.
A fierce, rumbling sound nearly drowned out the screams of everyone in the market. Items tumbled off the shelves, and plaster began to rain from the ceiling. Instinctively, I picked Eri up into my arms, leaning forward to shield her from harm. In doing so, I dragged (Y/N) along, making sure my body was covering her, too. Nishiya quickly pulled her away from me, though, but that was fine. As long as her and Eri were being covered.
A rather large display rack smashed into my back, and I dropped to my knees with a pained grunt, deciding to just press Eri to the floor beneath me. Everybody was panicking, except, I somehow noticed, the three military soldiers. They just stood there, watching the chaotic scene unfold.
Eventually, after what seemed like hours, the shaking stopped, and we all took a few moments to register what the hell had just happened.
"Was that...an earthquake?" Ms. Kayama, my old biology teacher, who had been queuing beside Mrs. Shuzenji, was the first to stand back up, sweeping a hand through her now-tangled midnight hair.
"Probably thanks to whatever whackjob experiments you military mongrels are up to on the mountain!" Somebody else snapped, and a good majority of the crowd turned to the soldiers in question, who glared back.
"Call me a whackjob one more time! I dare you!" The blond, who looked vaguely familiar, snapped back, teeth bared. "Ain't got shit to do with us!" He seemed ready to pick a fight, but one of his companions, the woman with her hair dyed cotton candy pink, placed a hand on his shoulder, shaking her head slowly.
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MIST - Shinso x Reader
Fanfiction"Dreams, after all, are insubstantial things, like mist itself..." - Stephen King It all began with a storm. Nothing out of the ordinary. Storms were natural. Falling trees were natural. The mist, however? There was nothing natural about that mist...
