His Little Fox(Kirishima x reader)

6

What? U.A? I never agreed to this. What?!

I looked at my mom. She was staring down at her plate, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. My eyes widened even more and I looked to my dad. He was running a hand through his hair, looking fidgety. I looked down at my plate. 

"Can I be excused?" My dad sighed but gave in.

"Sure." I stood up, holding my plate, and hurried to the kitchen. I heard the sound of voices coming from the dining room.

"Have you not told her yet? Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to spoil it."

"No, no, it's fine," my mom tried to reassure Mrs. Kirishima. "She was going to find out anyway. It's okay. Don't worry about it." Mr. Kirishima cleared his throat.

"Does he not like U.A?" I cringed as I basically heard my parents glance at each other.

"She...she doesn't want to become a hero, my dad said. "She doesn't think the world deserves a second chance for judging me based on my quirk. I completely understand why they did it, I was a danger to society, but...I don't know if she sees it that way, or...if she sees it at all."

In the kitchen, I gripped the counter, clenching my jaw as my dad continued to speak.

"She just...doesn't know how to move on, to forgive and forget. It hurts to see her suffering from so much hate and anger.

My knuckles turned white as I grabbed the counter and their voices faded away.

 Didn't he see? I was trying to protect myself, to protect them. People were just going to reject us again and again. How? How could he forgive them? How could he understand?  They didn't care! How?!

I felt something warm on my cheeks and reached up to brush it away. To my surprise, it was wet. I was crying? It was just then that I noticed the irregularity of my breathing and pulled my hands away from the counter. I focused on my breathing and tried to calm down. 

When I had succeeded in calming my breath, I silently crept up the stairs and rushed to my room. I almost slammed the door in my haste but was able to slow it down just before it closed. I ran to my bed and collapsed onto the familiar mattress. The tears came in a tidal wave. I clung to a pillow, stuffing it in my face so they wouldn't hear me.

After a bit of time had passed, the tears stopped coming. I felt empty, hollow, numb. I simply sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the floor with my tear-stained cheeks and puffy eyes. I heard chairs moving from downstairs and realized, with little interest, that our guests were still there. I heard muted voices moving slowly towards the door. After a few minutes, the door closed and I heard two audible sighs from downstairs. 

I decided that fresh air would be a good idea and changed into my fox form. As I jumped to the branch outside my window, I almost wished I would miss it and send my tiny body hurdling towards the dark yard. However, I made it and began climbing down the tree in the dark. I softly padded through various lawns, walking in and out of the light of several streetlights. 

As I walked, the cold air brushed against my sensitive eyes, causing the tears to swell once again. I continued walking as my vision became more and more blurry and it became harder to make out details. I hung my head as I picked up speed, now trotting. I sniffles and a ragged sob choked me as I began running. 

Running from the lights of home. Running from the familiar streets. Running from thoughts. Running from feelings. Running from reality.

I heard footsteps and stopped immediately. I was standing, with my head hanging and tail drooping, in a grassy park surrounded by a thin veil of trees. Weaving through the park was a path that was outlined with lamp posts. On that path walked a small family. The parents had black hair that hung down in their faces while the boy had red spiky hair. That boy was looking straight at me.

Kirishima.

Kirishima's POV:

I was walking home with my family. We had been invited to dinner by our neighbors. My parents told me that it was because we had recently moved, but I knew there was a bigger reason and they told me when I asked. 

They told me that their daughter was going to transfer to U.A. and they wanted me to meet her first so she wouldn't be all alone. However, we didn't know that they hadn't told her yet so my mom asked her and everything went off the rails after that. She excused herself and we didn't see her after that.

Now, we were walking home in silence. My dad suggested we walk through the park before going home, even though it would take a lot longer. I think we all needed the fresh air, it helped to clear the mind so we could think better. I took a deep breath of air and looked up at the few stars that could be seen in the sky. 

My head snapped to the side when I heard a twig snap. On the fringes of the trees, a small blur rushed closer to us, though not directly to us. I couldn't tell what it was until it stopped, very suddenly, quite close to us and just inside the circle of light coming from one of the lamp posts. I glanced at my parents and noticed that they hadn't seen or heard it.

When I looked back, the blur was standing with its head down and tail limp. It was a fox. It was the fox. It looked up slowly and turned its head to look at me. I couldn't tell, but I was sure that it recognized me. However, instead of trotting up as it did before, it turned away and walked out of the circle light.

I swore I saw tears in its eyes.