The Narnian Hero : MHA x Fem Reader

Cold Blooded

The next night cast its shadow over the bustling cityscape of Japan, and (Y/n) found herself once again patrolling the darkened streets, her agile form darting across rooftops with practiced ease. The moon hung like a watchful guardian overhead, casting its pale light upon the urban labyrinth below.

Throughout the entirety of the day, (Y/n) had been in constant motion, her vigilant eyes scanning for any signs of trouble. She had thwarted criminals in the act, intervened in dangerous situations to rescue imperiled civilians, and ensured the safety of her fellow heroes. However, she made sure not to linger too long, vanishing into the shadows before anyone could question her presence, yet always taking a moment to check on the well-being of those she encountered.

Now, (Y/n) found herself in the heart of Hosu, drawn by a burning determination to uncover the truth behind the recent attacks orchestrated by the notorious villain, Stain. The memory of Ida's brother, gravely injured and surrounded by a maze of medical equipment, fueled her resolve. She yearned to bring the perpetrator responsible for such devastation to justice, to ensure that no more innocent lives would be needlessly shattered.

However, despite her fervent determination, (Y/n) found herself thwarted by the relentless demands of duty. The hours slipped away like grains of sand through her fingers, each passing moment consumed by the ceaseless tide of calls and assignments that inundated her agency. The pile of folders and requests grew ever higher, a constant reminder of the countless lives that relied on her vigilance and dedication.

Perched on the edge of a rooftop, (Y/n) gazed out over the city below, her legs swinging idly as she watched the ebb and flow of humanity. Families wandered hand in hand, their laughter mingling with the distant hum of traffic. Busy commuters rushed past, lost in their own thoughts and concerns. Couples strolled beneath the twinkling canopy of stars, their whispered conversations carried on the night breeze.

In moments such as these, (Y/n) found solace amidst the chaos, a fleeting respite from the unending demands of heroism. She drew strength from the simple yet profound beauty of everyday life, a reminder of the preciousness of each passing moment.

Amidst the throngs of people, her attention was drawn to a particular family—a young boy in a vibrant blue shirt and green pants, his red shoes flashing as he skipped along beside his parents.

With a soft chuckle, (Y/n) observed the child happily bouncing a bright red ball, his laughter echoing joyfully through the air. However, her amusement turned to concern as she noticed a large truck careening down the road, its erratic movements signaling danger.

Instinctively, (Y/n) pulled up her hoodie and swiftly donned a makeshift mask, concealing her identity as she sprang into action. With practiced ease, she leaped from the nearest building, her agile form navigating the urban landscape with grace.

Down below, the little boy's laughter abruptly ceased as his ball slipped from his grasp and rolled into the path of the oncoming truck. Oblivious to the impending danger, he darted into the street to retrieve his toy, unaware of the looming threat bearing down upon him.

His parents' frantic cries pierced the air, but the boy remained oblivious to their warnings, his attention fixated on the brightly colored ball. As the truck thundered closer, (Y/n) felt her heart race with a mixture of fear and determination.

With lightning speed, she intercepted the boy's path, her hands aglow with pulsating neon light as she summoned her powers to protect him. In a breathtaking display of strength, she halted the truck in its tracks, the vehicle screeching to a sudden halt mere inches from the startled child.

A hushed silence fell over the crowd that had gathered, their eyes wide with disbelief as they witnessed the miraculous feat of heroism. The little boy gazed up at his rescuer in awe, his eyes filled with wonder and gratitude.