His Little Fox(Kirishima x reader)

3

There weren't as many people out, which was peaceful. I passed a few houses that had dogs barking at me until I was far enough away. By now, the sun had completely disappeared, leaving only a few streaks of pink and orange in the sky. I was sitting under a streetlight, watching the colors fade away when I heard footsteps. 

I looked down from the sky to see a familiar boy walking towards me. He hadn't seen me so I softly padded up to him. He stopped when he saw me and smiled.

"Well hello there, little fox," Kirishima said. He crouched down and started petting me.

"Are you stalking me now?" He said with a smile. "Or do you want food? Sorry, but I didn't bring any." After a minute, he stood up and smiled down at me.

"Sorry, I gotta go now, see you later!" With that, he walked off. I stood, watching him for a moment, then I also walked home. 

Back up in my room, I watched anime until dinner was ready.

"Y/n, time for dinner."

"Okay," I yelled back, pausing it right in the middle of a fight scene. I pouted a bit as I walked down the stairs. I entered the kitchen and smiled. We were having (f/f) for dinner. My mom looked up and smiled when she saw me. I knew why she was smiling. I hardly ever showed my human form to anyone, including my parents, so they got sentimental when they saw it.

We sat down and started eating as soon as my dad came. Dinner was usually quiet, which I enjoyed. I was glad that I didn't have a lot of siblings or crazy parents. I was content with what I had going, I didn't need anything else. Sure, friends would be nice, but they can be dramatic and excessive. 

"So Y/n," my dad started. "What do you think about transferring to a public high school? We could put you in the Hero course and you could grow up to be just a small-time hero or maybe make a name for yourself."

"No, dad." We had talked about this before. My dad used to be a hero, but the public didn't like his quirk so he was asked to stop. I didn't want to become a hero and I didn't understand why he wanted me to become one. The people he had risked his life to save turned on him because of the very thing that had saved them. People were stupid. I sure wasn't going to throw my life away for people that would turn on you just because they didn't like your face.

My dad sighed and looked at my mom, flicking his eyes towards me and back. My mom closed her eyes and turned her attention to me.

"Y/n, I know you don't like heroes, but they have one of the best-paying jobs and you could be happy doing it, I think. You have a good heart and you're smart. You can tell when a situation isn't fair and when to step in. You would make a great hero."

I sighed internally as the food in my mouth turned bitter. I swallowed the lump and answered how I always do.

"Can I be excused?"

Both my parents sighed and my dad ran his hand through his hair. 

"Sure." I felt my parents' eyes bore holes in the back of my head as I cleared my plate and walked back up the stairs.

I hated it when that happened. Usually, my parents respected my decision to not become a hero but now and then, they would bring it up and everything would be super awkward for the next few days. I hated the looks that they gave each other behind my back. I knew what they wanted from me, but I didn't know why. Why give those people a second chance? Why forgive them? They judged my parents because of things that they can't change. It's stupid. Yet hero's risk their lives for them daily. I just didn't get it.

I closed the door to my bedroom behind me and slid to the floor with my back against it and my head buried in my arms. Why do they do this? Can't they see that, even though they forgave those horrid people, I would never? This world just wants to use you until you have nothing left. Once that happens, it will simply throw you away and society will forget you ever existed or hate you for existing. 

I sighed and looked up to the ceiling. Why is everyone so eager to throw their lives away? Those that can do it are praised while those who can't and are "forced" to stay safe are pitied. My quirk wasn't super strong and it wasn't the best for fighting nor was it flashy, but everyone I knew was so excited for me. It hurt every time I remembered the faces of my family when they heard that I didn't want to become a hero.

Why were they disappointed that I wanted to stay safe? There were other ways to benefit society. I didn't need to become a hero to save the day. Every occupation is needed for a stable world. Why focus so much on heroes?

I slowly stood up and changed into pj's. My movements were slow and I felt hot tears on my face when I pulled my shirt down. I slowly wiped the tears away as I looked at the moon through my window. I loved looking at the moon when I was a kid. It always seemed so free. 

The moon was up in the sky and it could fly across the sky every night, even during the day. Now, when I look at the moon, I feel a connection with it. It wasn't free, as I had supposed as a kid. Instead, it was stuck repeating the same pattern until the day it gives out. The moon seemed helpless, like a caged animal. It wasn't free to roam wherever it pleases. No, it was forced to follow a path set for it by the earth. It was subject to the earth's greater power, unable to escape and follow its own will.

I had developed a habit of talking to the moon. I knew that it couldn't respond, but it was like me, forced to follow those with greater power. That night, I fell asleep with the moonlight shining on my face.