I'm No Hero (My Hero Academia Fanfic)

Chapter 34

My hands pulled the ends of my sleeves into the palms of my hands. It was the one thing I liked about the hero costume that I wore. While it was my costume, it was Sakura who designed it, knowing that I wasn't going to come up with anything cool. She was right as I probably would have put together a hazmat suit made of some sort of metal to protect myself from villains.

Instead, since Sakura created the hero costume, it was a long white, turtle-neck sweater with sleeves that were longer than it should have been. Well, it wasn't really a sweater, it was more like a romper as the material ran down mid-thigh, coming together to create shorts. I wore brown socks underneath that almost met the sweater-romper, and ankle boots that were a shade darker.

Despite being a hero costume, it didn't really look like one. The few people whom I'd pass down the street didn't give me stares as they would have if a hero were to pass by. It helped me blend in, and that was a good thing. Not because I needed to go to this place without suspicion, but because if I were to ever become a hero, this costume would have been the best thing for that.

If only Sakura's skill wasn't for waste.

By the time I found the building, I hesitated. It was probably one of the tallest buildings in all of Musutafu, Japan. My hands tightened around the long sleeves of my costume as I concentrated on my breath. I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest as sweat started to collect all over my body.

Out of all the places I could've been going into, I didn't want to go back inside that place. This was the last place I wanted to be. If I could run, I would, but then I would never see Ollie again. My little brother was in there somewhere. If I was terrified inside that building, then I couldn't imagine what he was going through. I needed to do this for him. Ollie needed me more than ever now.

Taking a deep breath, I walked inside the door, being greeted by an empty room with nothing inside. Not even a single person. I thought they would have been waiting for me, but as I looked around, there was no one, not even a single spider in the room.

As a rat, I remember crawling through the inside of the walls, but I was closer to the street than not. That meant I had to have been downstairs when I was trapped here, right? I kept that in mind as I found a door with a huge staircase on the other side. There were a lot more stairs going up than there were going down.

I held my breath as much as I could as I walked down those stairs, hoping I could find Ollie. If I was lucky enough, maybe the heroes had already taken care of Kannon and his goons, and all I had to do was look for him. It was wishful thinking as I knew it was wrong, but telling myself that little white lie helped me push through the door on the bottom floor.

Everything seemed familiar on that floor. Recognizing everything, I felt the air going thin as the temperature started to rise. My thumbs started to rub vigorously against my pointer fingers before I jerked my sleeves up to my elbows. I couldn't let fear get to me. Ollie. I was doing this for Ollie. The thought of getting him out of here and to safety was enough to calm me down, but there was still a small little voice in my head saying I was too late.

No. There was no way I could be late. I was going to get Ollie out of here. If I could prevent it, there was no way I'd let them hurt him.

Keeping that thought in the back of my mind, I took a few steps looking for Ollie. He needed me. I had to remind myself that he needed me more than anything right now. The more I told myself that, I could feel my body relax ever so slightly.

It didn't take long for me to find the door that was to the old room I was once trapped in. My hand wrapped around it, hoping this was it. I had to prepare myself for anything, but if there was one place they knew I could find him, it'd be here. I pushed the door opened, finding the room pretty much the same way it was left when I was last here. In the corner, I saw a plate of crumbs with orange juice staining the carpet. A huge rat started to scurry away as it saw me, running behind a doll that had toppled over. Dolls lined up the room, making it seem like it belonged to some little girl, not as a prison.