Izukuhasagun Stories

The adults rushing toward him were tense with the intent to attack, and Izuku tightened his hold on his gun. "Freeze!" His finger rested on the side of the trigger, pointing the weapon at their feet. "Civilians are not permitted here! It's dangerous! Go back to the evacuation zone with the others!" Izuku rattled out his order, clinging to the only familiar thing he knew. It wasn't the first time he'd found straddlers in a warzone, but this was the first time that he went from a completely destroyed city to... this. A familiar rush of anxiety tingled in his toes. He hated firsts. The strangely dressed adults froze, bodies still poised. The woman shot her companion a confused glance as they both looked between him and the enemy soldier. Izuku reached a hand toward his ear, pressing the small com button. "Commander, this is 031, reporting in, I have a 34-6. Do you copy?" Static. No answer. /// Or; Izuku is a child soldier in a pre-Quirk war, and something really weird is going on.

Y/N sat across from him, avoiding his gaze at all costs before deciding that the punching bag on her left seemed more interesting. There was a long period of silence, not awkward; it was never awkward. The silence was comfortable, but that was a feeling she was never quite familiar with, so of course she broke the tranquillity. "Why-" Y/N began through tears; her sudden wavering voice shocked Kiri, causing him to flinch, which did not go unnoticed no matter how hard he tried to cover it up. She slowly inhaled shakily and forced the pressure down her throat before trying again, "Why is it that no matter how hard I try, everything leads back to you?" Finally the tears flowed freely down her face as her hair raged yet remained calm and undisturbed. Still refusing to meet his gaze, all she could hear was a soft exhale, knowing he had just taken on a soft smile. "I don't know." He replied, his rough hands reaching out to hold her insidious hands, "Maybe... we're tide-bound."