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Almost Hero: Eijiro Kirishima

My contest entry for TeruTategami's Seventh writing contest

Word count: 2605

Gender neutral, wavering villain reader

⚠️ kinda angsty⚠️

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Here, helpless and tired under your boot was the new, up and coming hero Red Riot. He had exhausted his quirk as you'd assumed he would, but was still fighting to get up against the strength of your selective gravity quirk.

Luckily, within this dusty battlefield of rubble and tumbling buildings, you couldn't see anything farther than eight feet in front of your face, meaning neither did anyone else. Almost guaranteeing you that no hero would or could interfere.

His eyes were inching shut while he grit his abnormally sharp teeth. His effort was valiant, just as the many hero's that found themselves in this position before him were. Nothing less was expected from such a determined soul, but the more he struggled with himself to somehow overcome the power pinning him on his back, the more gravity you enhanced down upon him. At this point you both were in a gradually lowering crater about three inches deep, cracks in the cement crept outwards feverishly.

You couldn't help but crack a smile too. "You ought to calm down, Red." Your voice was amused and playful despite being distorted from behind your blank, full face mask. You placed your fists on your hips, bending forward to get a better look at his grimacing face.

You were only met with a glare as his struggling body shifted in and out of his hardening quirk.

"Hm.. not in the talking mood eh?" You mused. "Or could it be that you can't waste the little oxygen you can get into your lungs?" He was crushed farther into the cement again, forcing a painful grunt out of his body.

A mad cackle erupted from you. "AHHaahAHHAHAh.. oh, you are just as disappointing as the rest. I guess nobody can ever handle the pressure of a hero gig. They always crack." You pressed your foot down as an unseen smirk twisted across your face. "One way or another."

To your mild surprise the red headed hero finally mustered out some type of retort. "You're scum." He spat, his leg twitched in some type of effort to get up while raggedly pulling in breath.

A frown pulled across your face. "Is that what you see?" You asked, digging your heel into his chest. "How odd, because from where I'm standing, it looks like you're the scum on the sole of my boot.

"How skewed is your perception of the world around you that you can't see the situation you're in?" You tipped your head to the side. "Truly embarrassing."

"You're the embarrassment, L/n." He barked, firing himself up even more.

You simply rolled your eyes, accompanied by a bored sigh, before putting your feet on either side of him and squatting down overtop his stomach. Your hands lazily held your face steady as you stared at him. His bright eyes never fail in tracking you.

"Thought you'd shake me up by using my name, eh?" Your tongue clicked softly in a sickeningly condescending manner. "Very scary, Red."

Truthfully, it did take you by surprise that he knew your name, or even remembered you at all. You figured you'd long since faded from his memory, you were only children afterall.

"No, you give heroes a bad name." He grunted angrily, body frantic to move even a little.

Unfazed you reached to the top of his head of spiky hair, feeling about the stands like petting a dog. "Please, heroes don't need my help with that." You mused as the hand slid down to his cheek before patting it roughly a few times. "That's something anyone with a brain can see."