I was mortified once I saw the upstairs. Every inch, except for the floor and light bulbs, were covered in images of me. The windows, doors, railing and spindles, door frames, door knobs, the ceiling- everything. I wanted to throw up at the sight. When we got to the end of the short hallway, he opened the door as he had the bomb attached vest draped over his arm. I followed him into the room cautiously since I didn't know what he was going to try and pull. He hung the vest on a coat rack that was fastened to the wall by the light switch to the right of the door. He stopped walking at the foot of the four poster bed.
"So, what do you think of your room?" he asked timidly.
I looked around acting as though I liked it. "I really like it."
His face lit up, "I'm glad you like it so. I wasn't sure if I went too far with the pink or not."
"No, it's perfect."
'Perfect? What in the hell am I saying!? Pink isn't even my favorite color!...Then again he thinks that my parents are Japanese and German... ' I had to try and hold back laughter, 'It's hilarious that this guy thinks that he's my biggest fan when he knows absolutely nothing about me!'
The room was covered in pastel pink. The curtains that covered the three windows were pink, the blankets and pillows on the bed were pink, the drapery that hung from the canopy of the bed were pink, the chairs, bedside tables, the desk, the doors, EVERYTHING was pink. Almost to my surprise, the bed frame was white instead of pink. It looked like a five year old who was obsessed with princesses decorated the room.
'I swear to god that if I see one more pink thing, I'm going to blow up. I could tolerate light shades of pink, but I now can no longer do that. Kill. Me. Now!'
Gladly.
'Thank you!'
I now looked to the criminal, who was leaning on the foot end of the bed, "So, why did you plant bombs around the city and put so many around the hero school?" I asked.
"Because I want you to be the only hero there is!" he said as if it wasn't wrong.
I tilted my head to one side, "So, you would risk the millions of innocent lives for just one person?"
He stood up so he wasn't leaning on the bed anymore, "It's not just one life...it's yours."
"Well, don't you care about what happens to those other people? They all have families and someone to come home to. Do you really want to tear those bonds apart?" I asked in a careful tone.
He took a menacing step towards me, which put me on high alert, "This might sound selfish, but I don't care about them- all I care about is you!"
"Why? I'm just a hero who looks after everyone, including criminals and villains; but I make sure that they get their punishment from the deeds that they have done." I said coldly.
He looked down before looking back up to me and saying in a sad tone, "Does that mean that I have to go to jail?"
"I'm afraid so." I said in a kind tone, trying to be careful that he doesn't make any quick moves.
"But I'm taking good care of you." he said as he took another step towards me.
"That's not the reason."
"What is it then?" he took a step towards me as he raised his arms, "All I've done is watch you from a distance. I haven't hurt you- I haven't hurt anyone."
"Correct, but you did plant bombs around the city, a school- probably many- and held up a bank...those are what I know of. Who knows what else has happened." I explained.
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Heroes Need Saving Too (BNHAxReader)
FanfictionA teenage girl who has a troubled past has to become the number one hero in order to prove that she is not what her past makes her seem to be. So, what if I were to tell you that a hero has to save other people, but there is no one to save that hero...
