Boku no Hero Academia

Author's Note: This is a test fiction, in that I'm writing this all on my tablet while interning in Denmark on days that I get free time after around 5 PM, which means my mind will be incredibly tired and utterly devoid of any and all creative ideas I usually have. On top of that, I will not use a computer (because I simply do not have one), but I will use a mini keyboard that came with the tablet (although it's very small and thus also difficult to type on..) Don't be cruel.

As for the story, I don't enjoy boy on boy romance, however I do love the interactions that are solely based on friendships between boys, hence, some of you may feel boy on boy vibes from here. There will be a final pairing though and that's because those two are quite d'awww together. Shut up. Most of you will pick up what the pairing is through the story itself.

Disclaimer: I don't own it, just like how I don't own a life.

Rüvetus
Chapter 01: The Man Who Was My Hope

"Look! The number three hero!" A camerawoman and a lonesome reporter ran towards the slowly rising fire breaking apart in the city's library, there were no individuals inside it anymore – everyone had already been rescued from the catastrophe. But apparently one hero still felt the need to fly into the building, which meant something was going to happen, and these two hard workers were definitely going to be the ones to record it. Life seemed to have different plans though; the two were forced to back off and shield their faces once an explosion erupted on the fifth floor of the apartment complex towering above them.

"Watch out!" The woman quickly rushed forward to shove our beloved reporter aside and just in time too, any second later and he would have been covered in glass cuts for the rest of his life.

A loud thud and some grunts later though, "Kyoko! You saved me, my hero~!"

"Buzz off." Instead of responding to the kissy face Tsuna was making, Kyoko stood up, trying as hard as possible to convince herself that the ringing in her right ear didn't mean she was going deaf. "Which floor did the hero go to?"

Silence. The man wasn't any more knowledgeable than the girl. And that realization was also the main reason for her sigh. "... Let's go, we can't leave this one alone no matter what, grab the camera."

"Looks like things just don't like going our way..." Her gaze slid over to the reporter who was nodding towards their broken camera a few steps away.

"Craaap..." They stood there in quietude for a few seconds, before eventually she clapped her hands together. "If we can't film what's happening then we'll have to at least witness it ourselves so we could later write an article about it. Come on, slowpoke!" Thus, without letting the expensive, now-broken technology equipment, sway her (she could repair it later anyway), Kyoko ran as fast as she could into the library, her short heels clicking every step of the way.

And although begrudgingly, the reporter checked if anything had fallen out of his pockets and then followed her inside as well.

A lovely duo.


"HAHAHAHAHAHA! COME VILLAINS, COME AT ME WITH FULL FORCE!"

The two villains backed further into the fiery hallway, their arms quivering from both the heat and the dreadful man in front of them.

Our hero in this case really was quite the dreadful one. For the most part because his looks resembled that of a criminal, more so than the actual villains themselves. Of course, the entire outfit he wore was there to strike further fear into his opponents. But even without it, his physical qualities were enough to make even a pro hero wet their pants.

For example, his barely visible red and black eyes behind the already rose dark glasses constantly slipping down the man's nose. Secondly, the silken-leathery-skinny wings extruding painfully out of the beige skin on the hero's back. They looked awfully sharp, like they could cut deep into a finger by just a faint touch. And finally- the final frightening duo-feature that our beloved villain-beater held, were his wolf-like fangs reaching down half of his face, making him seem like an actual predator, a werewolf. But of course he wasn't one, he was a hero.

Luck was something the hero seemed to depend on as well, because this fearmongering tactic was quite evidently working on these particular villains, but probably wouldn't work on a stronger foe.

"F-freak!" Bob nr 1 said and turned to head down the hallway towards the stairs. Jeff nr 1 however decided that this monstrosity was no threat whatsoever (despite having probably the most scared-looking face our hero had ever seen), so he rushed forward in an attempt to stab the wolfie. He was wrong of course. Mere milliseconds later Jeff nr 1 lay flat on the broken, cracked floor, unconscious with just the hero's hand roughly pinning his back on him. "HAH, A FREAK YOU SAY?! AS LONG AS I CAN BEAT VILLAINS SUCH AS YOU TO MERE ATOMS, I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU LABEL ME AS HAHAHAHA! AH? AND JUST WHERE HAS YOUR FRIEND GONE?"

Bob nr 1 was gone. Nowhere in sight. Not even a little bit of him. "WHAAAAT?! COULD I POTENTIALLY HAVE LOST HIM?! NO! COME BACK!" The number three hero got up and immediately started searching through the fire and smoke for Bob nr 1, although there wasn't much to look for, everything had already either burned away or collapsed. Fortunately the villain decided to come out of hiding on his own volition.

"I-I'm right here you freak."

"HM?"

"MMhhmmnng, aaav meee hardseeenn!"

You guessed it, the criminal had taken the camerawoman hostage, and you thought she was here just for show (pun intended).

"D-don't move! Or s-she's dead! I'm.. I'm going to shoot you, okay? A-and- and you won't move from that place!" He swallowed to try and compose himself, but it was obviously an utter failure. "O-or else I'll kill her."

"WHAT!? I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, WHAT A DISGUSTING THING TO DO!" The hero quickly rose his hands up, "SHOOT ME, AND RELEASE THE WOMA-"

And then finally, "KYOKO!" The true hero we had all been waiting for jumped into frame, literally. He tackled the criminal, who in turn had to release his hold on Kyoko to retaliate against the insane man. However, he wasn't even able to direct his gun towards the saviour fast enough, and so he got to feel a very strong right hook exactly in the jaw. By this point it was quite evident that Tsuna, our hero, was pinning the villain down on the ground while beating up his already deformed face without remorse. Meanwhile the substitute hero was definitely not simply cheering him on with loud "GO's" and definitely was trying to help out.

However, things took a turn for the worse once Bob nr 1 bumped his head forward which in turn collided with Tsuna's own jaw. And at that very same moment, a loud crack resonated in the area. It wasn't another explosion, nor was it the library's floors and walls crumbling down upon them, and neither was it the fart that came from the number three hero (which also fortunately vanished quickly into the smoke). It was a shot, a gunshot. The criminal had pulled the trigger, and the end of the barrel wasn't aimed at the far end of the hallway where our hero stood, but instead at the chest of Kyoko's saviour. He had managed to grip it tightly during the brief period of peace when Tsuna was immobilised by the headbutt and thus also accidentally pull the trigger.

There was a small scuffle, a shuffle, a muffled grunting, coughs, retching sounds and finally, a barely audible thud. "T.. Tsu.. na?" Nothing, there was nothing. No words from the male, no whimpering, no squirming, no weeping, no crying, no sounds, no... nothing. It was simply silent. And it was eerily suffocating, because even though the fire was still growing, and the walls were still crumbling, and the windows were still shattering loudly. Even though the floor was starting to deform, and the paintings and carpets were burning up to mere ashes, and the stairs were breaking down to nearly an inaccessible level. Even though you could very clearly hear the sirens outside, and the people yelling outside, and the next bombs being detonated in the area, even though all of that, at that specific moment in time, it felt like there was absolutely no sound whatsoever. And it felt like hell.

The woman inched forward- crawled, really, towards her late friend. She felt cold, not hot in this scorching air, but cold, freezing. Her hands shook as she slowly gripped her friend's motionless body, it was warm. Her arms slowly cradled around his head, before she finally pulled him onto her lap, still completely unable to make a noise.

The criminal was equally horrified. He looked at the gun in his hands and as if the realisation of the situation had only now struck him, he watched it fall out of his bloodied hands onto the ground with a slight clicking sound. His hands were numb, he had never shot a gun before, and the recoil of doing it now was.. jarring. His head, however, far from it. "N-no.." The same fingers that had just seconds prior tightened around the trigger were now clutching without remorse on his bald, blood-covered scalp in complete and utter despair. Meanwhile, the woman had resorted to hugging his friend's body against her own as tightly as possible while weeping and stuttering his name over and over again.

Our true hero wasn't having such a depressing stew though. It wasn't long before he shouted out in his usual loud voice.

"AN EYE FOR AN EYE, VILLAIN! YOU MUST FACE THE CONSEQUENCES OF THE DESPICABLE ACTS YOU HAVE COMMITTED!" Within microseconds, the distance between both parties had quickly decreased from around 20 steps to simply an arm's length. And truly, the villain's gaze rolled up just in time to see a very huge and very fast fist drive towards his face.


"Your friend, Sawada Tsunayoshi.. we unfortunately.. we could not save him. The bullet had punctured right into the heart of his chest, ripping apart two arteries and a portion of the heart itself. He fell unconscious right after the shot, so thankfully.. he didn't feel anything."

"..."

Tears welled up in Kyoko's eyes like in a volcano, except instead of making a loud bang and erupting out of the tear glands in her eyes, they simply crawled down her cheeks onto the cold, black and white checkered floor. "I don't care if it was painless, he should have stayed conscious... at least then I could still have heard him and he could have heard me." Her voice was raspy when she spoke, as if it hadn't been used in forever, "He could have heard me say his name over and over and-and I could have said 'I'm right here, don't go!' to him, and I-and I could have hugged him and said it would be alright, and-and, and yet.. I.. I couldn't even.. I.." Her hands rose up to clutch tightly at the hazel-brown strands of hair dripping down from her face, partly so that she just wouldn't have to see anything, and another to muffle the obviously wavering voice. "The.. last thing that I said to him now will be.." She dug her own nails into the scalp of her head, not enough to form blood, but enough to still cause a temporary one week long mark to appear.

The doctor readjusted the glasses on his face. Not being able to save a patient took a toll on him as well. But of course, the feeling he had was immeasurable when compared to her. "Your friend, he.. cared a lot about you. We found this in his pocket, it's drenched slightly in blood, but still probably readable. And also.." He reached out with his left hand to give Kyoko a sealed letter, and a ring.

Once again, there was nothing. Silence, a point in time where absolutely no other sound came even close to penetrating her thoughts than the voice of Tsuna himself. She had been with him for so long now that she could actually hear him in her head say the things written out carefully and delicately on the paper. And soon enough, the hospital corridor was filled with the subtle sounds of a woman in her twenties crying, which after some time morphed into silent weeping.

Around an entire minute went by after that, before the doctor took it as his cue to leave, "I'll tell the others not to touch your friend until you give the okay." But, just before he could walk back into the room where the recently deceased lay, he stopped to listen to the last tired words his visitor uttered through the cracks in-between her hands.

"..."

"He isn't my friend, he's my husband."

...

..

.

A cold, empty end, to a still sizzling, lukewarm story.

And yet, it is from these same difficult stories that new, happier ones birth.

Happier stories, stories that don't require the same credentials as the last one to function in a normal observer's mind.

So now, it's finally time to ask of you, what is the most alone you have ever been? Could it be the time when you had no friends? Or perhaps the time when your parents abandoned you? Or the time when even a hero didn't recognize you as someone worthy of living anymore?

To be Continued

Author's Note: The next chapters will be shorter unfortunately.