Deadly (one shots)

Cold (fem-reader)

Damn him..."

His voice was like a soft mist, hazing with a hint of lethality. Like poison, his words seethed between his cracked lips. Red eyes were locked onto a poster that was sloppily taped onto the brick wall.

All Might.

Fingers rolled into fists, his thin bones cracking as his arms quaked with an unquenchable rage. Tomura ripped the poster down with one fowl swoop, the contact from all five of his digits causing the weak paper to shrivel up into dust.

He would be heaving with anger if he wasn't so used to it.

It was raining again. It always rained around fall. The cold air stung his skin, yet all he wore was his cotton hoodie. Water absorbed through the fabric, moistening his skin until he was aching from the frosty chill. Tomura should have gone home, that's what Kurogiri asked of him. To come home early and in one piece. He didn't want to go home. He didn't want to have to deal with a bunch of fools who idly sat by waiting for a right moment. They should have just gone and attacked when All Might least expected.

Now they were planning again, and at this point it would take another few months.

"How disappointing," Tomura sighed, finding solace in the rain. It washed out the burning heat he'd feel when he was irked. Washed out that untapped furry that his teacher so greatly told him to unleash only at the right time.

For now, he had to wait. That was okay though. Waiting made the victory all the more sweeter.

Tomura would have made his way home, but he saw no point. They didn't need him for anything at the moment. The most he could do was put in his two sense, something that he felt would be taken for granted at the moment. Sometimes he was a spoiled child, he was aware of that. Right now was no different. He sat on the sidewalk now, not a single car passing by. It was late at night, and with the small influx of villains no one dared to take a step from their houses. It was a perfect time to think to himself. Think of ways to defeat All Might and that green-haired kid again. The rain was hitting his back a little harder now, the storm picking up, and when he heard the sound of thunder rolling in the distance it didn't sway him to stand. Tomura could care less if he got struck by lightning. He could care less if he died, so long as he knew All Might would be taken down.

When the rain ceased from falling he felt his eyes widen.

Curiously he glances up, his movements so slow that one would think that he was waking up from a nap. Red eyes met a shiny, innocent pair that laced with concern.

It was strange for you to see someone out so late. You worked the evening shifts at your job, a 24-hour cafe, so walking around at night was a normal thing for you to do. You usually kept your course on the main streets, given they had more street lamps. It was a longer walk for you, but you didn't mind being safe.

When you saw a man sitting on the side of the road you originally planned on going by your better judgement. Just walk past him and keep going. But you always tried to be a nice person, good hearted. So, when you got into his vicinity you couldn't fight the urge to stop and tilt your umbrella above him.

"Aren't you cold?"

He didn't respond to you, only stared, and it was a little creepy. Still you smiled, your lips forming small dimples on the corners. Reaching up, you scratch your scalp before chuckling nervously. "I noticed you sitting here by yourself, so I couldn't help myself."

The silence was accompanied by rainfall. Cold water was seeping through your jacket, prickling away at your once toasty skin, and it sent a cold shiver up your spine. You visibly shook, wiggling away from the rain before squeezing beneath the umbrella alongside him. When your body drew closer to him, he stiffens up.

"Hey, are you okay? You don't look too well," you asked, kneeling down to be on his level now. Tomura studied your face—smooth skin void of any blemish with a bright life to it.

"What's a girl like you doing out here in the rain?" Tomura asked. The tone of his voice was mysterious, albeit it was a genuine question. It was so smooth sounding that it send a shivering down your spine again.

"I guess I should be asking you the same thing," you decide it was best to not tell him anything personal. Tomura wasn't surprised by that, but it was oddly intriguing. The shadows captured his face in a way that kept you from seeing how he really looked. From what you could tell, his eyes were a vibrant shade of red, while his hair was a dusty light blue.

Through the pitter patter of rain hitting your umbrella you could hear his breathing. It was through his mouth and at a shaken pace. He was cold, though not visibly shaking. A frown forms on your lips, "I know this is gonna sound weird since you don't know me and all, but do you want me to walk you home? I don't want to leave you out here in the cold you know."

Tomura felt his breath hitch, the look on your eyes showing quite the determination. No one ever approached him out in public. He wasn't exactly the safest looking man, and Tomura was very aware of that. He wanted to be left alone. In yet here you were, a young woman, asking if he needed help. He was about to tell you to scram, but the warm touch of a hand on his shoulder made him jerk. Reflexes forced him to swipe you away. A gasp escapes your parted lips, and Tomura was fully facing you. You could see the layers of scars and wrinkles tattering his face, lining his once youthful skin. It made your eyes widen, but you didn't get to look much longer. His arms came up to tug down his hood, and without another word Tomura was on his feet stalking away.

You've never seen someone look so angry before. There was a malice in his eyes, swirling around and burning with a vicious intent. It made you stomach hurt the instant you saw it. Those eyes of his were more disturbing than any scar that laced him.

Against your better judgement, you chased after him.

"Hey, I'm sorry!" You called, reaching over to tug lightly at his jacket. You could feel his lean body beneath, the protruding ridges of his spine arching as he walked with a hunch. Tomura glances behind him, still shocked that you were so willing to approach a stranger. He wasn't sure if you were dumb or...

...or actually worth his time.

No one really ever offered to help him before. No hero ever came to save his day, either. So when someone random and totally normal like you came from the darkness of the night with a smile on your face, he couldn't help but feel more stunned than irritated.

It was a nice gesture. Something that even a villain like Tomura couldn't help but appreciate.

"I didn't mean to stare...you must be sitting out in the rain for a reason. I understand being alone is sometimes the best thing to do when someone's sad, but I know that when I'm alone I absolutely hate it."

You were rambling again, a problem you tend to have. Feeling the heavy tension that you just made with a complete stranger, you couldn't help but twist your feet awkwardly and grip your umbrella tightly. Eyes rolled to the side, your lips pressing into a thin, nervous line. He looked at you now from over his should, an intensity in his almost melodic stare.

"...I'm sorry. Have a goodnight, mister."

You made a subtle bow before turning to leave.

"Wait."

You paused when you heard his voice break through the rain. Turning, you noticed him staring back at you. A small smiled laced his lips, the once scary look on his eyes replaced with a lazy softness.

"Didn't you say you were going to walk me home?"