Sincere Affection (Various!My Hero Academia x Reader)

Your Focus Determines Your Reality

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.

I wasn't sure how long it had been, but this day seemed to be dragging on forever. It's... it's probably not, but... why does my sense of time feel so out-of-wack...?

When I heard the sound of gunshots echo in my mind, I was, for once, able to realize that the teachers were here.

As the voices of the principal and... the engine-legs guy echoed within my mind, shortly after the gunshots had faded, I turned my head to look at the entrance of the USJ, seeing blobs of colors that I recognized. They're... they're here... for real! But... I still can't... relax... not yet...

Despite the relief washing through my body, telling my mind that it was okay to rest, I knew I had to stay awake.

It would be worrisome for a student to just drop unconscious, especially since I wasn't injured.

I... wasn't injured. Wait... or am I? I don't... feel like I'm hurt... but I can't even feel my limbs either... where are they?

It was getting difficult for me to remember what had exactly was going on, which was not a good sign; to be honest, I wasn't sure of what it wasn't a good sign for, at this point. ...what's going on?

The familiar blobs of color moved away from each other, spreading out as they... did something.

It felt like a constant buzz was radiating through my mind, before I forced myself to blink, only to be met with a blurry, unfocused world around me; I couldn't focus on anything around me. ...what do I... what do I need to focus on anyway?

It was just me, all by myself, and while there were noises in the distances, they weren't important. Why would they be?

As I continued standing wherever-I-was, the slight feeling of swaying back and forth spreading through my body, I was able to wonder about things. Why am I so tired? Why can't I just rest? I... I want to rest! B-but, something's keeping me-

The sensation of swaying increased, cutting off the train of thought I was on, and it took a second for me to recognize it as my body being shaken, before I heard a voice near me, way closer than everything else. It sounded... very familiar, like I had heard it a thousand times before. The word it was saying over and over again caught my attention, but I didn't know what it meant. ...what does "(Y/N)" mean...?

It clicked. That's... that's my name!

Someone was saying my name. ...b-but who? And... and why?

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)!" The voice said, its tone laced with worry that was overshadowed by fake joy, "Come on, I know that the Pro-Heroes are just so awesome that you can't help but stare, but we really do need to get a move on!"

I knew this person. They're... no, he's...!

"...the police might need to question us, (Y/N)," The voice said, lowering its volume as it got closer to my ear, and I felt as my body was being pushed away from its spot, "And I really don't think seeing you like this would be good...!"

It was (F/N).

He was... my best friend.

As my body continued to be pushed forward, a feeling of movement coming from my... legs, I forced myself to blink a few times, noticing the blobs of color around me seem to sharpen and take shape. I glanced to where (F/N)'s voice came from, seeing the dark shades of grey form into an outfit that would fit on a secret agent, with a trench coat over it.