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tragedy is not foreign to the cities. whether it’s a strange ship that hovers overhead, a meteor, or creatures, the stories and sights never appear to be exaggerated. it’s frightening to have to live through such things and despite the frequent encounters, the shock never fades. but no matter how bad the situation is or how dangerous it seems, there is always faith.

faith in the heroes.

admittedly, you don’t keep up with them as much as other civilians do. the ones you’ve met lose all respect the moment they speak; arrogance spills from parted lips and an unsettling grin appears on their features. there are some who are the exception, but they aren’t strong enough to fight off the brutal enemies. still, you respect their efforts and hope that in the future, they’ll become more recognized for their humility.

only a few names are remembered, but all appearances remain in your mind. most heroes are recognizable through certain traits that aren't too unusual: the bicycle helmet, the odd tank tops, the hair, but this--

this, however, is far different.

blond hair, piercing yellow eyes that stare right back at you. the neutral countenance gives uneasiness, but the sight brings far too much intrigue to be dismissed. a brief scan of his body and more puzzlement; you had yet to see anyone like this, even in a place with such a large variety of citizens. even if you’ve seen stranger things, you find an eerie sense of determination from those eyes. and it isn’t difficult to place what he is, but the question is still asked.

“what are you?”

the breathy words don’t hold any fear; there’s simply curiosity and only the faintest bit of awe. but you were too caught up in his appearance to see the figure beside him. a more familiar one, if you recall correctly-- that being said, both of them have looks that are distinguishable.

“huh? oh, you mean this guy?”

his carefree expression fills with amusement before he places a hand on the ally’s shoulder. he grins.

“he’s an s class hero.”

.     .     .


you’re running again. feet hurt and muscles ache with fatigue; a searing sensation goes through your lungs and sharp pains hit your sides, but you have to keep going. it’s not unusual to be in this situation again, but endurance has not built up enough for you to become accustomed to these attacks. you don’t exactly know what’s hitting this time and you’ve only seen glimpses of the grotesques creatures that rampage the city.

you know lives will be lost again.

it happens too often and nothing can be done; everyone has learned to flee and hope that the heroes arrive soon.

safety is typically found in no time; you’ve figured out ways to reach shelter because you always know that these events will occur. but it isn’t guaranteed to last. there are cases where safety is discovered and destroyed in mere seconds.

this time is different; the creatures come in various sizes but are dangerous nonetheless. they’ve split up and stalk the streets; there’s blood on the pavement and the buildings. the bile rises in your throat, but the devastating sights are disregarded and focus goes towards finding sanctuary. it’s only minutes away, but you can’t risk running there.

there’s always the chance of death; it comes too close but backs off in the end-- but this time, there’s a sinking feeling that it won't. stamina has run out and you tread carefully; strange noises come from nearby and the confidence of survival goes lower and lower. there are a few other people nearby that look just as lost as you; you hope that no harm comes to them.

you don’t know how to fight; had you ever been in a violent scenario with another, then the chances of you getting away without injury would be slim-- but to be in this situation and have to defend yourself?

your gaze darts about in search of anything that could protect you; it’s too easy to overlook things in the rubble, but desperately, you search for any item with potential to harm and you find it. shaking hands reach for the pipe and you can’t help but think how ridiculous this all is-- if heroes can’t take those enemies down, then a damn pipe isn’t going to do anything.

there’s a brief thought on how to fight against the creatures-- a swing to the head, maybe another swing to--

the weapon nearly drops when the explosions sound. ears ring and the grasp on the pipe tightens. there are these faint, sickening noises that die down, bringing confusion and distress. you remain oblivious to what's happened; the smoke around you is blinding.

but in the midst of it all, you see those yellow eyes again.

the fear doesn’t go away. your body becomes tense as you brace yourself; you know that this is the same stranger from the previous encounter and there is no ignorance of his status, but senses are overwhelmed. logical thoughts and choices are fuzzy; alertness is too high and as the smoke settles, the frightening feeling doesn’t release you.

but he doesn’t approach. he doesn’t get any closer. he stands there and waits for you to calm down.

“you shouldn’t be fighting.”

it's difficult for muscles to finally relax when he speaks, though the guard remains high. your mind becomes clearer and you realize that if he’s here, simply waiting for you to say something, then surely he’s rid of the monsters.

then you’re safe.

you’re safe for now because of him.

but your heart continues to race and hearing slowly returns; the grip on the weapon loosens and a harsh breath comes out. the realization hasn’t fully settled in yet; you want to thank him and the words linger on the tip of your tongue, but everything that plans to be said falls apart. 

instead, you repeat the same words from the last meeting.

“--what are you?”

it’s been answered before and foolishness is felt when it is asked. there’s a brief flicker of surprise that comes upon his expression; he had expected a word of thanks before he told you to evacuate. he processes the question before he thinks of his mentor and a ghost of a smile blossoms.

“a hero.”
oh man
tbh i didn't want to do a fic where the reader gets saved because most of the genos fics are like that so i think i might try to do one where the reader is a hero too
except i'm pretty weak with fighting sceneS AND ALL but we'll see

but there's really not that many and i really like genos, so i wanted to write for this lil robot

thank you for reading!
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JellyBellyBean13's avatar
I thought of Izuku from Boku no hero academia when you said I don't keep up with superheroes like others do :p