Steadily Running Out of Time (MHA x Reader)

Gray: Exceptionally Pathetic /7

(Me over here actually browsing through MHA fanfics for the first time just to see what everyone else is doing, only to realize Aizawa being a dad as a concept is FAR from original. ;v; ...Well dang...)

(Y/n and Bakugo just have a bromance thing going right now btw.)

     I was always the kid who felt she never belonged.

Chug...chug..chug-chug-chug-chug *deep whistle* Woooot-wooooot!

     On the outskirts of a train rail road, a few pebbles trembled and danced atop the concrete slab. The air was filled with dew and fog, which clung to every surface.

     Gray and brown figures passed me, a small child, on their busy day to and fro. I stood stiffly, bored eyes watching the many strangers pass by. Their shadows were terribly faded by the clouds overhead, almost as if they weren't even there at all.

     My feet shuffled some under me, my breaths small and meek. At last, I took a step forward, onto the train with the many strangers.

     Even with all the love and care I received at home...I always felt something was missing.

     I stood on my knees on one of the benches in the train, turned around so that I could wrest my elbows on the back of the seat cushion and stare out the window. The cart rattled and hummed. The fog hid most of the world from me. I could only see a small distance ahead, which was mostly just grass with the occasional tree or cow popping into view before just as quickly vanishing again. My large, though glossed over and narrowed eyes just watched without interest. Everything was just as dull and bleak as I feared it would forever be.

     No matter where I wandered, I just couldn't find it.

     Stepping off the train, I found myself in an equally bleak, though more crowded station. Even after just one brief scan around the place, I knew I hadn't found what I was looking for. So, I wandered off. I left the loud chatter for the quieter outdoors, where I sat just outside the train station on a rock facing the track.

     I stared ahead blankly. What if...I laid down on the tracks? What would it feel like? How much pain would I be in?... How long until it stopped? I didn't intend to actually test these, but still...

     I was only eight.

     "(Y/N)!" A familiar voice caught my ear. Turning my head to them slowly, I gazed upon none other than Ten himself. He was a thin framed twelve year old who wore baggy, faded clothes just like myself. Over his face was a black smear, one I could only see past in the moment. "Your parents have been worried sick about you! Why did you run off?!" He asked me. My steady gaze returned to the train tracks ahead.

     "...I don't know..."

     Then, I felt a tight squeeze around my body from my friend trying his best to provide support. I giggled a little bit. It helped some. "I'll just tell them you got lost. That sound good?" He concluded. I nodded, liking that idea.

     The two of us then sat in silence on the large rock, our legs swaying a little to mark time passing. "...Ten..?" I whispered.

     "Yeah?" I then stuck my hand out in front of me and rotated my wrist side to side (like jazz hands), which in our special language said that I wasn't feeling very good emotionally, and might need another hug. He gladly provided one, hugging me again from the side, this time staying like that with the side of his head resting on my shoulder. I shivered a little, just then realizing there was a chilliness to the foggy air. Ten stuck his hand out so I could see, opening and closing his fingers like a mouth. I shook my head and pouted. I didn't want to tell him why. I didn't even know why. He kept hugging me regardless.