Just My Luck (kanimari x Fem!reader)

Part 2

*{Recap}*

 "Hey kid, What are you doing out this late? Arent your parents worried about you?" The scruffy looking man talks in a deep voice. "I'm the pro hero Eraserhead. Are you lost, or need help getting back home?"

"Huh, sure. You could barely call that hell hole a home." I whispered under my breath

'Shit, how did he hear me?'

"Oh, um, it was nothing. Sorry." He can't take me back there. My dad would literally kill me.

*{recap end}*

Y/n's Pov 

     'Fuck, He can't take me back. He can't! I would die if he did. What do i do know? Fuck fuck fuck! I can't Fucking deal with this!' 

Aizawa's Pov (this is when he firsts finds Y/n)

     As I was on patrol, I saw a girl in a tree. She looked about 14 or 15 and she was sitting in the tree. It looked like she was listening to music. 'Is she ok? What would someone her age be doing out at a time like this? Doesn't she know that she could get hurt?' 

      While I was walking up to the tree, she turned and looked at me. 'She heard me?! How, my footsteps are almost silent. And on top of that, she was listening to music! She shouldn't have heard, me.'

     "Hey kid, what are you doing out this late? Aren t your parents worried about you? I'm the pro hero Eraserhead." I introduced myself. "Are you lost, or need help getting back home?"

     She whispered something, but she was too far for me to hear. "What was that? Could you try to repeat that please?" After I said that she seemed to start panicking. 

     "Oh, um, it was nothing. Sorry." She apologized. 'Why would she apologize, She did nothing wrong.' 

(Trigger Warning: Panic Attack)

    Just as i was about to ask for her name so i could take her back to her house, I heard a gasp from the tree. I looked up to see her hyperventilating, and holding her head whispering to herself. 

     I called out to her and i never got an answer. ' Fuck, she's in a panic attack!' 

     I climbed up the tree as fast as I could. When I got to her she was shaking and crying, it was obvious that she wouldn't be able to hear anything I'd say. As slowly as I could, I reached out to touch her. When she saw my hand she flinched. I pulled my hand back and asked if i could touch her to bring to back down to the ground. She looked over to me and started crying even more. after realizing that wasn't going to get anywhere with talking, I started softly singing the first song that came to mind.

Often I am upset
That I cannot fall in love
But I guess
This avoids the stress of falling out of it

Are you tired of me yet?
I'm a little sick right now
But I swear
When i'm ready I will fly us out of here

I'll cut my hair
To make you stare
I'll hide my chest
And i'll figure out a way to get us out of here.

Turn off your porcelain face
I can't really think right now in this place
There's too many colors
Enough to drive all of us insane

Are you dead?
Sometimes I think I'm dead
Cause I can feel ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head
But i don't wanna fall asleep just yet

My eyes went dark
I don't know where
My pupils are
But i'll figure out a way to get us out of here

Get a load if this monster
He doesn't know how to communicate
His mind is in a different place
Will everybody please give him a little bit of space

Get a load of this trainwreck
His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet
But little do we know the stars welcome him with open arms

Oh

Time is
Slowly
Tracing his face
But strangely he feels at home in this place.

     As the song came to an ending, the girl was starting to calm down. I waited a few minutes until she was completely calm. A couple of minutes later, she turned to me. Her tears had dried up, but her eyes were still red and puffy.

     "Uhm, i'm, uh... I'm r-really sorry that you had to stay with me like that. I-I'm sorry if i took time away from your night. You proba--" I cut her off.

     "Kid, look. You just had a panic attack, that's nothing bad. You have nothing to be sorry about, I'm still on patrol, so I had nothing to do. You did nothing wrong. I promise." She sat on the tree staring at the ground. 

     I took this time to take in what she was wearing. She had a school uniform on. 'It looks like a middle school uniform. Why did she not go back to her house, did something happen?'  She also seemed to have little scratches on her face, accompanied by multiple bruises. 'Something had to have happened. You don't get injuries like that from nothing. Is she being bullied?'  I'm snapped out of my thoughts by the girl talking. 

     "You said you were a hero right?"

     "Yes, im Eraserhead" 

     "Oh, ok. Uh, can I ask a question?" 

     'She seems so timid, what happened to her?'  "Of course you can, you don't need to ask"

     "Can I be a hero too? All of my life, people always told me that i'm better off as a villain." oh, I guess that explains the bruises, she must get bullied. "It's all because of my stupid quirk! All I ever do is cause people bad luck. Please, just say that I can be a hero too!"