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mydearestreaderfanfics · 4 years ago

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Put Your Arms Around Me (Midoriya x Reader)

Warnings: the scary story being told does have death

Word Count: 3,001

Prompt/Request: Second day of the October Special: Scary Storytelling.

Summary: When a power outage cancels Class 1A's weekly movie night, they decide to tell scary stories instead. Unfortunately, for Y/N, they don't handle scary things very well. Maybe Midoriya can help!

Author: Mod Alex

“...-ovie night. Movie Night! MOVIE NIGHT!” You chuckled as you heard the chanting of Ashido and Kaminari as they ran past your room. Class 1A dorms had a weekly tradition. You couldn’t remember just how it came to be, but every Friday you all gathered in the common room for a movie night. Snacks were always aplenty and the room was never short of laughter. Your favorite part of it, truthfully though, was getting to cozy up to Midoriya. Somehow, sitting next to him under a blanket, talking in hushed murmurs, and shared smiles had become just as traditional as the movie night itself. You pushed yourself up from your bean bag, setting down the book you’d been reading and replacing its place in your arms with the quilt sitting at the end of your bed. The blanket too would serve its purpose in keeping you and your crush free of the biting cold that the rain had brought in.

Midoriya was already waiting in his usual sitting spot in the common rooms. When he noticed you walking in with your usual blanket, he smiled waving you over. You were quick to comply, draping the patchwork over the both of you. Like clockwork, Midoriya’s arm fell over your shoulder pulling you closer to his side, his face a light pink. “I got some snacks already, I thought you might want to share.”

“Aww, thank you!” You took a chip from the plate he had, munching on it happily. “Did they choose a movie yet?”

“Hmm, I’m not sure. Kacchan and Iida-kun were having a… conversation… about that.” You laughed. They were most definitely fighting, likely with Bakugou choosing some tasteless movie and Iida aggressively explaining why it wouldn’t be appropriate.

“Ah, so we’ll be waiting a while then.” Fortunately, you didn’t particularly mind, seeing as it meant you got to cuddle up to Midoriya for longer. Thunder outside crackled. It had been raining periodically on and off all day but had really picked up once evening rolled in. His arm pulled you slightly closer and you let the feeling ease any anxieties over the weather that you had. “Wow, the rain really doesn’t seem to be letting up at all.”

“Yeah, it’s rare for us to be getting lightning. Hopefully, it'll pass soon.” You continued talking, conversation flowing easily as the rain pounded harder at the window behind you. Normally the storm would have unsettled you, but something about Midoriya set you at ease. Finally, the others agreed upon a movie and all conversation died down. They’d chosen a relatively tame horror movie, you assumed it wasn’t a scarier one because of Iida. Even still, despite being a pro-hero in training, you were easily scared. As the movie progressed, you found yourself slightly shaken, hiding your face behind the quilt as you snuggled closer to Midoriya. “Hey, you doing okay?” Originally you thought he would be as startled as you, but it turned out that he was not so easily shaken.

“Heh, y-yeah. A-okay!” You peeked up at him, heart thrumming in your chest at the kind look he was giving you.

“If you’re scared, we can scroll through my phone together instead.”

"That’s really sweet of you. But I don’t want to be a huge bab--” Just as you were about to finish your sentence the power cut out and a very undignified shriek left your lips. Arms pulled you close, a familiar body heat seeping security into you. You may have clung to him while the others murmured and shuffled around.

“Hey, now. You’re okay. I’ve got you. It’s just the storm, right?” You nodded, face not moving from Midoriya’s chest.

A few minutes later, your classmates had gathered several candles and battery-powered lamps, illuminating the room with a soft glow. You’d since calmed down, and yet neither you nor Midoriya had made any move to leave your current position. “Damn, what do we do now. It’s still way early.” You recognized the voice of Kirishima, despite the dim lighting making it a little hard to actually see him.

“It’s not like we can watch the movie now. Man, I was just getting interested in it too,” Mina whined, leaning against the aforementioned redhead. A brief silence stretched on as everyone contemplated what to do in place of movie night.

“What about scary stories? We were just watching a horror movie, after all.” You silently cursed Tsu in your mind as your classmates’ agreements sounded out.

Everyone took a minute to think of a story before Tokoyami began. His story was more of a poem of sorts, although it was still just as chilling. He claimed he had read it somewhere, but despite knowing it was made up, his storytelling abilities and haunting tone made the poem just as chilling as any scary story. It also didn’t help that Dark Shadow had taken to inputting the sound effects, making the whole experience a little too real. “...he slowly opens the door…” Dark Shadow flew out from behind him, screaming as loud as he could. You, of course, practically jumped out of your skin. You probably would have literally fallen off the couch if Midoriya’s arms hadn’t have been wrapped around you, securing you in place. Thankfully, you weren’t the only person that had been startled by the conclusion of Tokoyami’s story. Several of your classmates had hidden behind pillows, pulled their blankets closer, or huddled next to their friend.

“Thanks.” You peeked at Midoriya who offered you a shaky smile of his own.

“I could say the same. Something about you just makes me feel safe and I want to be able to protect you and make you feel the same way.” He blushed as he realized the weight of his words. You just smiled letting yourself curl up closer to him.

“You already do.” You didn’t look to confirm the fact, but from where you were snuggled into his neck, you could feel the heat from his flushed face.

The night continued on like that, with each student taking their turn at telling a story-- some scarier than others. Yaoyorozu’s story wasn't particularly scary, but you all feigned fear for her sake. After all, she seemed so excited to be joining in. The same could be said for Aoyama and Koda’s stories. On the other hand, you had damn near had to excuse yourself from the room out of fear at Tsu and Shoji’s stories. Even Hagakure had managed to elicit a startled yelp from you when she had snuck up behind you during her story. She had taken advantage of her quirk to wander throughout the room, creeping behind people to jumpscare them at the appropriate parts of the story.

Midoriya’s story wasn’t particularly chilling, though you suspected this was for your sake. Once nearly everyone had gone, yourself included, there was only two left. Mineta, who everyone had hoped wouldn’t tell a story, was in the middle of telling a tale wherein the only scary part about it was how gross it was. Bakugou interrupted much to your appreciation. “You extras wouldn’t know how to tell a scary story if your lives depended on it.” Ah. Maybe you weren’t so grateful after all.

“Bold of you to talk like that, having not even told a story yet.”

“Tch, you half-and-half bastard. You think I don’t know how to tell a scary story.”

Todoroki shrugged. “I’m just saying you don’t have room to talk.”

“Sit down and shut up. I have a story that will make you have nightmares for a week.” You gulped, squeezing Midoriya’s hand. He squeezed it in response and you hoped that his affections would be enough to fight off the fear that you knew was bound to come with Bakugou’s story.

“There’s an old story that took place a couple years ago here in Musutafu, you can find it in old newspaper articles if you look hard enough. A group of students and their chaperone came to tour the city and end the day with a meal before catching the Metro to get back home. The students were all excited, they’d be able to catch a glimpse of U.A. which they obviously wanted to get into. They started the day leaving the Metro with their chaperone, a teacher’s aid from their middle school. Among the group of students were three girls and two boys. Most of them had been friends since childhood, making them all really close. Their names-- Hana, Akari, Rin, Sota, and Mitsuo. Hana was the most carefree of the group, Akari was her best friend, loyal like a lapdog. Sota was more studious, extracurriculars taking up most of his time. Rin and Mitsuo were slackers. Regardless, they were all friends. So on that day, they came to Musutafu, they were excited. On the ride they all chatted, the teacher’s aid not paying them much mind as they pressed themselves to the window to watch the city roll by. The first half of their day went well. They toured part of the city, visited several shops, and stopped for lunch. It was during lunch that everything started to go wrong. Mitsuo, who had been picking off of his friend’s lunches as well as his own, started coughing. Rin was teasing him until she noticed blood on his napkin.

“Mitsuo-- your napkin!”

Rin cried out. They quickly took him to the teacher’s aid who reacted strangely. Initially, he brushed it off as some kind of prank the kids were trying to pull on him. When he saw them crying, though, he told them that they would take him to the hospital. When they got to the hospital, the four remaining friends stayed in the waiting room together.

“What do you think happened?”

“Will he be okay?”

The group questioned each other. Mere minutes later the teacher’s aid showed up, expression flat and grim.

“What happened at lunch?”

They explained once more the events that took place. His expression sharpened.

“I didn’t mean that. What the hell did you kids do?”

They were shocked, did he seriously believe that one of them had intentionally done something to hurt their friend. Rin, the closest to Mitsuo lashed out. The others tried to hold her back.

“I bet you’re the one who caused this, you bastard!”

The teacher’s aid backed off after her remark to go talk to the doctor, still shooting the group dirty looks. The group of friends sat with the thought that Rin had brought up. People didn’t just bleed from the mouth randomly, somebody had to have poisoned him, and judging by the teacher aid’s strange reactions they couldn’t help but feel as though he was the culprit. Rin went to confront him while the others were distracted. Akira was the first to notice, leaving to go find and stop Rin. If the teacher's aid was capable of hurting Mitsuo, then what would happen when Rin found him. She returned later, tears in eyes, breath coming in panicked huffs.

“She’s dead! Fuck, fuck, fuck. Guys I- I, oh my god.”

The others could barely get her to calm down, finding out that Akira had found Rin, her eyes glossed over, and a medical cord wrapped around her neck. She told them that she’d seen the teacher’s aid standing over her body and she had run off, afraid for her life. The three remaining friends knew there was no choice but to run away. They made their way to the Metro, hoping to escape back to their home city before the teacher’s aid could reach them. As they made their way across a busy street they turned to see the teacher’s aid, eyes frantic as he chased after them. Just as they were about to escape the teacher’s aid called out, shout just as frantic as his eyes.

“WATCH OUT!!”

The squeal of tires on the road, then…

SLAM!!!

And just like that time seemed to stop as the now lifeless body of Sota flew several feet into the street. The teacher’s aid didn’t stop though, he kept running trying to catch up with the others. Hearts thundering in their chest the final two ran with tears blurring their vision as they desperately tried to make it to the Metro. Hana begged her friend for them to hide, to stop. That she felt as though she might collapse. Akari tugged her along, promising that it was only a little ways away. That she would keep her safe. That at least they two could make it out. They did. Make it to the Metro, I mean. But the teacher’s aid had too.

“Hana, you need to get over here! Quickly!”

The teacher's aid waved her over, eyes struck with fear.

“What, no way! You killed my friends!”

“Killed? I-- I would never. You need to get away from her Hana, you’ve got it all wrong… I didn’t kill them…”

Bakugou paused allowing everyone to grasp the reality of the scenario in the story and build up tension.

“She did.”

The teacher’s aid pointed a trembling finger at Akira, gasping when he saw she wasn’t there where she’d been standing. While he had been busy trying to save Hana, she had crept behind him. With a shove to the back, he went toppling into the tracks of the Metro just as it came approaching. Hana screamed. She didn’t know what to believe. Akira, her best friend had just killed their chaperone. But maybe he was the killer? She wanted to believe her best friend but then Akira spoke.

“You’re safe now, Hana.”

It wasn’t the words themselves but how she had spoken them. Voice wavering in a way that made it sound like she was barely holding back a grin. Hana was horrified, as realization dawned on her.

“You-- You! How could you?”

“The others won’t be a bother anymore.”

No one knows what happened to them after that. The only reason there's even a record of this was that someone at the Metro recorded it on their cell phone and Mitsuo's medical reports. After that missing reports were filed, but neither Akira nor Hana was never found. Some say Akira is still lurking around Musutafu, refusing to let anyone close to Hana. And if some unlucky bastard comes across them... well, they'll just befall the same fate as the rest of the tour group that day.”

With that Bakugou sat back, a pleased grin on his face and his arms crossed. There were no words spoken, no screams. Just silence. This story had been different from the others. All the others were meant for cheap scares and a quick fun shot of panic. This one left a lingering sense of unease. Sure you all were fairly sure the story was fake, but the content was unsettling and the unresolved ending sent a chill down your spine. After a while, Kiri was able to shake off the silence with a somewhat nervous laugh. “Whoa, Bakubro. That was… intense. I think I speak on behalf of all of us when I saw you win.”

“I told you I would.” Despite his pridefulness, no one wanted to object.

“I think we can call it a night, then. We do still have studying to do this weekend and it’s best not to break our sleep schedules any further than we already have.” Iida spoke, and you felt your heart drop. How could anyone even consider going to sleep now? Much less leave the safety of the group. With mumbles and whispers, your classmates dispersed, most in groups-- for sleepovers you figured. Eventually, all that was left was you and Midoriya who made to get up. Hesitantly you untangled yourself from him, tugging the quilt closer to you, the weight of the fabric bringing a small sense of comfort. Though, not enough comfort to replace the chill that came from the lack of warmth that Midoriya put out.

“Hey, are you coming?” A hand was extended to you and when you looked up to see his face, you saw a sympathetic expression adorning his features. “Kacchan used to tell me stories like that when we were younger. I remember how scared they made me feel.” Your hand found his and he hoisted you up, hand never leaving yours even after you were standing. “Would you-- um, well, I mean, if you’re scared, maybe you’d like to stay with me?” Butterflies took flight in your tummy.

“If that’s okay with you, I'd like that.”

“Of course!” Even in the darkness, you could see the redness dusting his cheeks. “Like I said before, I want to make you feel safe.”

You smiled at the softness of the boy before you, he really was too sweet. Moving before you could stop yourself you planted a light kiss on his cheek. “Thank you.”

“Wha- Yes. Ah, an-anytime!” You giggled at his flustered stuttering. His hand still holding yours, he led you to his room. “I can take the floor so you can have the be-”

“We aren’t going to cuddle?” You two essentially already had been laying together, so you were rather confused by his sudden timidness.

“You wouldn’t mind?” You shook your head, then realizing that he might not have been able to see you in the dark, you spoke a soft ‘no’. “Alright, then.” Minutes later you were laying, head against his chest with his arms holding you securely. Your legs slightly tangled. He’d tugged your quilt over the both of you. “Hey, (Y/N), are you asleep?”

“Mm?”

“Ah, sorry, did I wake you?”

“It’s okay. What’s up?”

“I just wanted to say… I really like you, like more than just friends.”

You giggled. “I like you a lot too, like more than just friends.” He hummed happily, thumb rubbing circles into your back. Despite your earlier scare, you could easily admit that you felt safe and secure and incredibly loved, laying in the arms of Midoriya.

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