A Collection Of BNHA One Shots

Nomucchio

Life is a lonely soul that walks through a white forest. Icy as his frozen heart, he sees his memories still frozen in place. Though much time has passed. And many seasons have gone by, his soul still bleeds for her every step he takes. He hopes that like the seasons change that his wounds will heal. He hopes that he may one day forget. Perhaps one day he can free himself from his icy past so that he can leave his pain behind still frozen in those golden memories. But he needs to know that time keeps on moving, and so must he.

Tokyo, one of the largest cities in Asia. Where the winter wind blows vastly as the cascading white powder and ash calmly descend from the Heavens, encompassing the very ground we stand on. In this auspicious day, at the outskirts of Tokyo, there exists a small place within the crevices that went unnoticed, or rather, none desired to pay heed toward it.

This place was long abandoned and on the brink, reaching the state of decrepitude as it withered away from the minds of the majority while the houses creaked, the wooden frames chipped away with time while a lonely wind howls through the lifeless, dusty streets, which were littered with trash. Garbage and logs pile up alongside the river, that had used to bring fortune and life to this forgotten place, stopping its flow completely.

This small town, which was engulfed in snow that descended from the Heavens, had been abandoned years ago. Thus, only those who have no dreams or lives to go back to inhabit this cold place, covering themselves in cold blankets, sleeping within the crevices of dark alleyways, its only source of light was a flame, dancing radiantly on the dumpster. Tonight was Christmas and those that resided here had no family to speak of or any to accept them. They could only find solace beside the dancing flicker of light and their tattered blankets in this cold, silent night.

However, unlike the poor souls that strutted the soil aimlessly, there was a single individual in this nameless town, underneath the very soil, who truly existed for a purpose. His name was Shiga Maruta.

In isolation, Maruta dedicated himself to his studies underneath the city in his base, dedicating his life and work to his master, All For One. The only person that he saw as family, devoting everything to achieve his goals.

Within this room, Maruta sat on a chair in front of his desk with a computer in front of him, used for communication with his master from a distance, a radio right beside him in order to listen to the news and communicate with the outside world instead of a TV, and a giant tube that contained a large, muscular body, which he deemed to be his greatest creation. What resided in that tube was the latest project assigned to him by his master for Tomura Shigaraki, for the purpose of a future attack, to eliminate All Might.

Due to his dedication and desire for research, he had not thought of rest, so he leaned back on his seat and stretched. It was then that he looked to the radio with interest.

I guess it won't hurt to tune in and hear what's been occurring in the world, even if it will soon perish under the goodwill and fortune of my master!

He leaned forward and turned on the radio.

"So... ...you hear that Mount Lady's really a guy?"

...

Switched...

"I hear that Fat Gum, the BMI hero, has got a huge, stack of big, wet, pe-"

........

Switched...

"SOMEDAY, I'M GONNA MAKE THE ONIONS CRY! YA-HA!!!"

....it's Present Mic. Next.