His Little Fox(Kirishima x reader)

12

I jolted awake, sitting bolt upright. I was sweating and breathing heavily. I closed my eyes and forced myself to relax. I laid back down and looked up at the ceiling. What was wrong? Why was I sweating? Then it hit me and I was sitting up again.

Hagakure! Is she okay? What happened? Where am I?

I looked around, taking in my surroundings while trying to remember what happened. I was lying in a hospital bed. The moon was shining in the window, illuminating the sleeping figure of my mom, who was sleeping in a chair beside my bed. I reached for my mom's hand, needing something to hold. When I touched it, she stirred and slowly woke up.

"Y/n? Hi honey, how are you?" She mumbled sleepily. 

"Good. Where am I?" I asked, trying to keep my voice low.

"At the hospital. Your teacher called us this afternoon. He said some rocks had fallen on you and you were out cold. He said there were three of you girls." I squeezed my mother's hand suddenly causing her to jump.

"Are they okay?"

"Yeah, yeah I think so. The brown-haired one had a bad cut on her head and they said the other's legs were broken. Your teacher said you were trying to save one of them?"

"Yeah, the one with brown hair, Uraraka, and I were trying to get Hagakure out from under a pile of rubble. We got her mostly uncovered, just a little of her legs buried, then we were running out of energy, and...and Uraraka said we should try getting her out with one move, I think. We tried and...and...uh, I can't remember."

"It's okay, just relax." My mom reached up to brush my cheek. When she brought her hand away, it was wet. I was crying. My mom looked at me with concern.

"Are you alright?" I pulled my legs to me and buried my head in them. I didn't answer at first, mostly because I didn't know the answer myself. After a moment, I lifted my head and looked at my mom with tear-stained cheeks.

"Mom?"

"Yes, dear?"

"I-I wanna be a hero..." my voice trailed off and my mom's eyes widened. "I don't want to see that ever again, see someone hurting like that. But, I can't just pretend that doesn't happen anymore. I-I want to help people."

My mom smiled and sat on the bed, pulling me into a hug.

"Oh, Y/n. I'm so glad, but are you sure? Being a hero is a big responsibility. There's a lot of other things you could do to help people."

"Wow, really?" We laughed and she pulled away a bit. I reached up to wipe away my tears. 

"Y/n"

"Yes?"

"Are you sure?" I paused. Was I? I've always hated the idea of becoming a hero. Was I going to change my mind, my life, on a whim? My mind raced, asking dozens of questions that I didn't know the answer to, but deep down, I knew the answer to the most important one. 

I could never go back.

I couldn't pretend that didn't happen, that it doesn't happen every day. I couldn't crawl back under my rock and hide from reality. I couldn't be the person I was. That person was buried with Hagakure under the rocks and, with her, a new person emerged. There was no going back. This was square one. No going backward, only forward, and only in one direction.

I took a deep breath and looked up at my mom. She was watching me. Her eyes glistened slightly in the moonlight like she was fighting back tears. I smiled. The first genuine smile in a long time. All the ones I had said were genuine felt fake now. A weight had been lifted off my chest. There was no more hatred, no need for revenge.

"I'm sure."