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Warrior! Kirishima x Enemy! Reader || High Noon

Warrior! Kirishima x Enemy! Reader
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High Noon

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In a world where quirks are forcefully removed from you at the tender age of five, it all seemed pretty nice to have someone always stay by your side.

For me, that someone was a boy named Eijiro Kirishima. Black hair, red eyes, pointed teeth and scrawny.

We had been friends ever since we were three. Our bond lasted and grew until we reached thirteen...when the war hit.

Raiders invaded our village and began lighting our shacks on fire, stealing anything they wanted and even kidnapping some of us.

Our soldiers were out at that time, making an attempt to ambush the enemies.

Nobody was prepared for these guys.

I watched as my parents got taken away, my hand tightly grasped in Eijiro's as tears escaped our eyes. Unable to hold back, I released my best friend and charged after my family's captors.

Ignoring Eijiro's calls after me, I rammed into the raider that was keeping hold of my mother, causing him to stumble. He turned and saw the fire in my eyes, then smirked and pointed at me.

Suddenly, my left arm was grabbed from behind and I twisted around, ripping my limb back and throwing a punch at their gut. He winced and apprehended me, throwing my tiny body over his shoulder and following after the other raiders.

I thrashed and kicked and screamed at him to let me go, but to no avail.

All I could do was look up and meet the eyes of Eijiro, who was breathlessly panting in his place from sprinting after me. He was sobbing, clearly trying to keep himself together as he stared back at me, frozen.

He crumpled to his knees, looking so lost and devastated that I almost didn't recognize him.

That's when he yelled for help, forcing himself back onto his feet and ran in my direction.

He blurred into the crowd as my kidnapper tossed me into a caged compartment with my parents. I desperately searched the ocean of faces for Eijiro's, my hands clenched on the cell bars tightly.

That was the last time I—

"Stand to attention, ladies!"

Blinking, I slowly drift back to reality and stare at my hands, which are hovering in the air. One holding my blade and the other with the sharpener, my right leg dangling off of the ledge while the other's bent.

My back is pressed firmly against the wall, sending a cold chill down my spine as I lower my items.

"Miss LN," a stern voice warns.

Tilting my head to the right and peering over, I state, uninterested, "Yes, commander?"

"Stand. To. Attention."