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The night is loud.
Thunderstorms roar from the skies, lightning raining down on trees in the distance. The wind howls viciously, making tree branches smack against windows harshly. It's a wonder how anyone is able to get any sleep tonight, anyone except the students of the notorious U.A., that is. Maybe they would be clutching their pillows over their ears and cursing the storm to go away if it hadn't been for Mr. Aizawa's harsh hero training earlier in the day. Each and every student of Class 1-A slept peacefully, deep in their subconscious, dreaming up ridiculous fantasies.
A certain red head sleeps soundly in his dorm, spooning his pillow and snoring noisily. His drool is making a damp patch in the fabric. Kirishima is a deep sleeper, not much can wake him from his slumber once his eyes drift close. Not even the thwack, thwack, thwack! of a tree branch hitting his balcony's window. Honestly, with the amount of force behind the assaults, the window just might break.
And it does.
Kirishima bolts awake from the sound of scattered glass shards hitting his floor. He looks to the window, or what remains of it. Did a branch do that? When Kirishima looks around, he finds that no, the branch wasn't the cause of his now broken window. He finds the culprit to be a rock the size of his palm.
Did someone throw a rock at his window?
If so, why? Why would someone throw at rock at his window at -Kirishima looks at his clock hanging on the wall- four o' clock in the morning? Kirishima throws his blanket off of him, swinging his legs over his bed so that his bare feet are resting on the cool wooden floor. He stands slowly, carefully stepping around the glass shards to get to the balcony. He moves his red curtains to the side and steps out. Immediately, goosebumps form on Kirishima's arms from the harsh wind. His hair blows in his eyes, but he lifts it to look around for anyone who could've thrown that rock.
After a moment of searching, he sees no one. Obviously someone had thrown it, he's wide awake so this wasn't some weird dream. He decides to take another look, maybe he missed something? But unsurprisingly, he finds nothing and no one. Maybe he should go back inside and wake up Mr. Aizawa to ask for help. Kirishima turns, moving aside his curtain again, but when he hears a whoosh , he turns around quickly, instinctively getting into fighting stance.
"Where're you going, Red?"
The voice is deep, too deep for it to be realistic. This person's wearing a voice changing device so they don't get recognized. Kirishima furrows his brows and tightens his stance. There's three questions he wants to ask at the same time, but he'll settle for the first one that popped in his head. "Who are you?" His voice is deep and groggy from sleep, he clears his throat quietly.
Now that his bleary eyes have focused completely given that's he's really awake now, he takes a good look at the stranger. They're perched on the railing of the balcony, looking ready to attack at any given moment. They seem to be wearing an all black attire, a sleek body suit that glows in the moonlight with a light cloak draped over their shoulders, the hood up over their head. A mask covers most of their face, stopping at the bridge of their nose and revealing thick black eyebrows and most importantly, striking garnet eyes. They're beautiful.
They're familiar somehow...
"That's not important, Eijirou Kirishima." The stranger says, answering Kirishima's question he almost forgot about when analyzing this person's appearance. Wait. How do they know his name? Kirishima frowns, confusion as well as irritation swelling in his chest. "You know me?" He takes a half step back, the masked stranger crosses their arms. "Stop asking questions." They demand.
Oh, Kirishima's really irritated, now.
"Excuse me? I'm sorry that I want to know who the hell this stranger on my balcony is, and why they threw a rock through my window!" He half shouts, not really wanting to wake his explosive neighbor up just yet, that would be bad. The masked stranger lets out a huff at his shouting and hops off of the balcony, Kirishima hardens his skin. The person now only a few feet away from him raises their hands in a defensive motion.
"I won't hurt you," They clarify. "Not yet, anyways." They make sure to add. Kirishima is really getting ticked off, he went through hell today with Mr. Aizawa's training, he was hoping to get a good nights rest only for someone to show up and ruin it all. And to make it worse, they won't even tell Kirishima who they are, so he's finding it really hard to try and refer to them in his head. They could at least give him a nickname or something.
Wait, Eijirou, now's not the time to be thinking of nicknames! This person could possibly be a villain, stay sharp! He reminds himself. But if they are a villain, what do they want? Why specifically target him? What's their motive?
"What do you want from me?" He asks, hoping that they finally give him an answer this time, he's so confused right now and it's really pissing him off. The masked stranger leans back so their back is resting against the railing. "It took you long enough to ask," Kirishima's this close to pounding this person right now- "I have information that you will definitely want to know."
That peaks Kirishima's interest.
What could they be talking about? And what does this "information" have to do with him, and him alone? Kirishima's willing to at least hear them out. He straightens up and crosses his arms across his chest, sending the masked stranger and interested glare. "Alright, so you have something interesting you want to tell me," Kirishima starts. He narrows his eyes. "What's the price for it?" His tone goes firm. What could he possibly exchange whatever this information was for? He wasn't really that rich, so if it's money that they want, they could get lost.
As if reading his mind, the masked stranger lets out a chuckle. "Don't worry, it's not money that I'm after," Kirishima feels himself relax, if only the tiniest bit given that he has no idea what he could offer. "Then what?" Kirishima feels a bead of sweat run from his brow bone to his jaw. He has a bad feeling about this person, who ever they could be under that mask.
"I want you to fight me."
What? Kirishima lets out a stuttered wheeze. "You want me to fight you? I don't know you, and you haven't shown me that you're a villain yet, so why would I fight you?" He asks, confused on what's happening. Seriously, just who is this person? The stranger doesn't seem to appreciate Kirishima's response. They stand straight again and turn so their back was facing the red head.
"We have history." They spoke. Kirishima can't believe what he's hearing. He knew this person once? Could they be holding a grudge for something that happened in the past? But wait, that's not possible. Kirishima has never wronged anyone to have them resent him. Maybe the villains he fought, but they're all in jail. He doesn't feel any kind of connection to this person at all. Well, besides the way he thinks he's seen those eyes before...
But where?
"Look, buddy, I think you've got the wrong guy-" The teen starts but gets cut off. "Of course you wouldn't remember me. What, with this disguise and all," The stranger turns around again. Kirishima feels a chill run down his spine. "I can guarantee that we know each other, and I am definitely not mistaken." The stranger states firmly. When the stranger shuts his lips, Kirishima has this sudden urge to run away. Something deep in his gut is telling him that this person is someone he can't get involved with.
But they know me, they know something..! His mind screams. He can't seem to run away. While one part of him is telling him that he'll regret hearing what this person has to say and the other desperately wants to, no needs to know.
Well, curiosity killed the cat, right?
"Your mother is being held hostage by a gang of villains. And I know where she is."