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Strolling through the park, you wrapped a scarf around your neck, along with pattering yourself down with extra layers.
Winter was here now and it was blasting the coldness into your veins. You stuffed your hands in your pockets, groaning to yourself.
You had finished work early and one of your colleagues had convinced you to head home for the day. You hesitantly agreed, reassuring them to call you back if they needed help with anything.
You preferred staying at work for a little longer since Eijirou wasn’t going to be home yet. Not for a while at least and it wasn’t exactly exciting to be home alone with nothing to do.
You kept your eyes glued to the trail through the park as you stumbled across something on the path, clearly too interested in cursing the blistering weather to see something causing you to stumble.
You had accepted your downfall, this was your problem and you were going to face the consequences. You were going to get your punishment by falling face flat on the icy cement.
Or perhaps not.
As arms had prevented you, snatching your arm by a grip and manoeuvring you to stand straight once again. You stuck your hands out impulsively, trying to catch your balance before glancing up to see the person.
It was a random male civilian, smiling at you softly.
“Thank you.” You mumbled from your scarf, before tugging at the fabric to give the stranger a gentle smile out of kindness.
“No problem. Looks like you needed some help there.” The stranger responded, smirking almost sluggishly now and folding their arms as you examined their change in demeanour.
You had just nodded and tried to pass the stranger now, ready to carry on heading back to your apartment.
However, the man had begun to move in front of you, trying to prevent you from leaving.
“Uhm, excuse me.” You furrowed your eyebrows, giving a pointed expression towards the man, who continued to grin sheepishly.
“Sorry! I just wanted to ask for your number. You’re kind of cute.” The stranger grinned, rubbing his hands and glancing back in your direction to see your facial features drastically change.
“Oh, no, sorry-” You raised your hands from your pockets, ready to defend yourself as you tried to reject the compliments that the stranger was pushing on you.
“Okay so, you’re not just ‘kind of cute’, you are cute. Does that please you more?” He interrupted you, still edging that wicked smirk on his face as he straightened his posture, gazing down at you.
“I’m married.” You swiftly responded, not wanting to let this escalate any further than it might. You pointed at your ring finger, showing off the ring and hoping that the man would leave you alone after that.
“Oh, okay. It’s fine, I like girls that are taken. Makes the relationship more exciting.” The man grinned menacingly now, far more nerve-wracking than before. You could hear the alarm bells ringing as you scrunch your face in disgust at the man.
“I’m not interested. I’m happily married.” You announced once again with a stern voice and taking bold steps away from the stranger's demeaning presence.
You were swift to make your leave, strolling at a much faster pace. Until you felt a sudden grip on your arm tugs you back.
“I’m not asking anymore. Give me your number.” The man demanded, glaring danger into your eyes as he roughly dragged you closer to him.
You tried tugging his arm, hitting his grip away from you, however, his iron grip was far too controlling compared to you. Your knees started to shake as you instinctively started to pace your eyes around, trying to catch anyone’s attention.
You pleaded for the stranger to let go, using your free hand to push away his grip, but you were failing miserably. His grip tightened and you were certain you would gain a bruise from it.
“I was so nice to you and this is how you treat me.” The man dragged you even closer to him, so that you were only inches away from him, spitting the words in your face.
He was probably worse than that grape hero Eijirou warned you not to come across, as he leaned into you, breathing in deeply. It made you shiver at the disgust of a man having the audacity to manhandle you like that, even after saying you were taken and uninterested.
You thought of the only possible solution, giving him a kick to the nuts. You pushed your leg up, giving him a hard kick in that area and felt his grip loosen, allowing you to scramble away from him.
You dashed it, and with the icy wind knifing your face, you ran as fast as you could. You cursed yourself for not working out as much as you could, since you started to lose your breath and your stamina grew weaker.
You placed your hand on your chest, trying to catch your breath as you began to pivot out of the gates of the park, towards a busy road.
Until that demeaning grip tightened around you once again, those soldering, sharp fingers grazing against you as you were pulled back into the stranger.
“You dirty whore.” He spat at you, as he wrapped an arm around your waist, snaking it up to your breasts. You could see his grimy hand begin to sit on one of your breasts, causing you to nudge and scramble in the man’s grip, screaming for help.
You couldn’t help but let a tear slip from your eyes as you squeezed it shut, a hand being wrapped around your mouth as the man dragged you further away from people.
Whilst you were being dragged to a more secluded place, you tried your best to kick and scream and scramble out of the disgusting grip that only tightened around you.
You could feel his filthy hand move from your breast towards the lower part of your body, trying to slip under your layers of clothing as you scrambled in his grip.
“Stop being such a bitch. You owe me this.” The man spat at you, moving his hand from your mouth to cupping your cheeks violently, squeezing them together before dropping your face.
You couldn’t help but fight against his grip, sobbing and pleading for him to stop. You tried to repeatedly kick him, however, he kicked you back more harshly, leaving most likely a bruise in place.
You slipped your eyes open, spinning your head left to right as you desperately searched for anyone and to your comfort, you saw a certain Pro-Hero, floating around the corner.
You examined the bubbly Pro-Hero, floating around with her hazelnut hair dancing alongside her round blush face. You started to gleam for hope as you pushed yourself up, nudging a hand in the air.
“URAVITY!” You screamed in your lungs, trying to push yourself up and catch the Pro-Hero’s attention, which you did. Uravity had spun around, gazing around to see where the voice had come from.
“FUCK!” The man cursed, gritting his teeth and plummeting you onto the grass, covering you from anyone’s view. You pushed and punched, screaming for him to let go of you, for someone to come and help you.
“She’s gone.” The man breathlessly slipped out, letting a sigh of relief slip and you could feel your eyes widen at those words, your heart sinking. Maybe this was your ending.
As you endlessly struggled against the man’s arms, you felt all hope being drained from you. Letting your tears slip from your eyes, you felt the grimy hands start to pounce at your body once again.
It was a Wednesday at 4 p.m. Red Riot goes on his daily runs during patrol timings at 4 p.m. However, you were currently being attacked and the only possible solution you could think of doing is leading this man on.
“I’ll give you my number!” You shouted, almost hiccuping from how hard your tears came crashing down your cheeks and how your voice cracked.
“That’s more like it.” The man grinned demonically, pushing himself up from you slightly and snatching your phone from your pocket.
“But you have to take me on a date first.” You interrupted, desperately hoping that he would go along with you and just listen to you.
“You must think I’m fucking stupid.” The man scoffed, tugging at your hair and violently pulling you up to glare straight at your quivering state.
There was no way out of this now.
There was no way you would be able to see your husband and there was no way he could save you.
Perhaps you were doomed to end like this.
You saw that same blush costume float past, giving you your last embers of hope to push yourself up and scream at the top of your lungs, “HELP!”.
It was heard, as Uravity spun around in the air, frantically gazing below her and searching for something she snatched eye contact with you as you struggled to push the man off of you.
“You stupid slut!” The man growled at you, slapping your cheek and snatching your wrist as he desperately tried to drag you away.
However, you had gained an unknown amount of strength as you struck your foot down, holding him back from moving and waving your hand frantically in the air.
You could let out a tear of happiness as Uravity dropped to the floor, rushing towards you and the man. You lunged yourself up, trying to push yourself closer to Uravity, to safety.
However, you seemed to have forgotten that the man’s arm was still tightened around you as you fell right back to him. A hand had snaked around your neck and began to squeeze it with all his tension.
Uravity was quick to move, reaching a handout and demanding the man to stop. Your hands flung to the man’s grip on your neck, clawing at him to stop and your legs had begun to be lifted off the ground.
Within seconds you found yourself losing breath, along with losing your consciousness.
The last words that had slipped into your ear contained “Charge” and “Red”. You slipped from the man’s grip finally and felt a soft finger tap you, as you began to avoid hitting the ground.
Whilst you breathed heavily, trying to regain all your oxygen, you rubbed your eyes, glancing around to see Uravity reach her hands out for you, trying to check for injuries.
You didn’t think you were injured, or perhaps you were. You had lost your sense of awareness when that man grew too close.
Once again, you could feel a wrap of arms around you and instinctively you screamed, scrambling in that grip once again as you felt your heart race rapidly.
Your name was being called and you were spun around, to see Red Riot at the scene.
“Eijirou..” You whispered breathlessly, your voice began to crack along with the tears forming in your eyes again. You strode back towards him in two seconds, lunging into his embrace and gripping onto his waist.
“What happened?” He questioned, his voice laced with concern as he began to wrap his arms around you and lace a hand through your hair.
“That man.. he.. tried to do something to me.” You responded, sobbing much harder now at the realisation. A tiny part of you started to grow uneasy, scared of how your husband may react to you. Would he be upset that you couldn’t fight him off?
This was Eijirou Kirishima, Red Riot, the chivalrous hero, who was beyond generous, caring and affectionate. You realised how absurd you sounded at that moment of even thinking that he would have an ounce of anger towards you.
“What?” You glanced up to see Eijirou’s eyebrows furrowed, his face full of confusion and growing anger as he turned back around to stare at the man, who had just leapt on you.
“Red, I’m going to call the police, they’ll take him to the station,” Charge-Bolt answered, nudging the man on the floor with his boot. You figured Charge-Bolt had electrocuted him as his hair was fried and he was knocked out cold.
“Thanks, Kaminari,” Eijirou responded, grinning but not as brightly as he used to.
Uravity had moved to the side of you as she asked to just check you for any former bruises, along with waiting for some medical staff to arrive. Hesitantly you agreed, leaving Eijirou’s embrace and showing off the places where you believe he touched you.
After checking, she informed you that she believed you had a few bruises starting to form and just a rough patch on your cheek. You thanked her, before hugging her and thanking her even more.
You knew of Uravity, she was at your wedding and she was fond of you, as you were of her.
“Thank you so much.” You choked out, trying to hold back a stream of tears but failing to do so. She smiled gently at you, before cupping your cheeks, wiping a few tears and telling you that she’s proud of you for calling out to her.
“I’m glad I saw you.” She added, giving you a reassuring smile, before spinning around to examine her surroundings. She lifted one of her blossom pink boots from the ground and lifted herself.
“Red Riot, Charge-Bolt, I hope you two can handle this! I’m going to check out the other areas of my patrol now!” She informed them, nodding towards them before floating off in a different direction as her eyes scouted at the ground attentively.
You pivoted back around to see Charge-Bolt continuously nudging the passed-out man and searching for the police. You snatched eye contact with those deepening crimson eyes, ones that screamed failure, you could see his heart crack.
You closed the gap between you two, falling into his embrace as he wrapped his protective arms around you, ushering you into his comfort.
“I’m so sorry I wasn’t here.” He apologised, on the verge of tears and his voice cracking alongside the words that spilt out of his mouth.
“It’s not your fault.”
“I know, but I should have been here to protect you.” Eijirou squeezed his eyes, sighing in defeat.
“I should be able to protect myself.” You protested, your hands running at your arms as you desperately tried to comfort yourself.
“Still.” Eijirou defended, his jaw clenching as his mind flicked to what that man did to you. You hadn’t mentioned in detail what happened, but he had a rough idea of how much of a lunatic he sounded.
“Ei, please don’t beat yourself up over it.” You reassured him, reaching out to his comforting embrace.
“I’m sorry that this happened.” He apologised again, as he let his salty tears drop from his eyes and stain his cheeks.
“I was so scared.” You whispered into the silence, brewing a darkening slash of what just happened.
“Fuck.” He cursed silently, glaring down at the floor and scrutinising it as his pupils raced all over the place.
“Hm?” You creased your eyebrows, leaning his way ever so gently.
“I’m walking you home every time you leave work.”
“Eijirou, you have work.” You protested, lofting a hand to cup his cheek, to try and reason with your husband.
“I know, but I can’t just... Let me do this. Please.” He persisted, holding onto your hands and gazing at you with pleading eyes.
“Red Riot?” Someone questioned and the two of you spun around to see a person, dressed in uniform along with an ambulance parked only a few steps away.
“Right,” Eijirou responded, gently leading you towards the nurses who began to hastily patch you up.
They dabbed some wipes at your cheeks and formed bruises and advised you to try not to agitate your growing bruises, along with giving you different tips to heal quickly.
You thanked them, shaking their hands and turning back to Eijirou, who was watching you with eyes of misery. You strolled towards him, leaning your hand out and letting his rough, loving hand intertwine with yours.
“Let’s go home.” Eijirou squeezed your hand, leading you to follow him and nod your head in agreement.
“Kaminari, I’m heading home for the night. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow.” Kirishima waved towards his electric friend, who was standing next to the police. Charge-Bolt had grinned and waved back, before giving a cheeky thumbs up in reassurance.
You pushed yourself closer to your husband, clutching his hand much more tightly and trying to avoid the prying eyes.
The media still weren’t aware of who you were and still weren’t aware of what Red Riot’s wife looked like. Thus, they always grew excited the second a woman was even inches close to the excited redhead.
You could feel the pictures being snapped and even someone shouting out to Red Riot if you were his “mysterious wife” that they still haven’t been introduced to yet. Kirishima had only smiled sheepishly, giving no verbal response.
Instead, he ignored the rest of the looks, just holding you gently and heading straight to your house. You were slightly glad that it was only a 15-minute walk from your workplace and house.
Within seconds, you were home. Strolling inside your house and dropping off keys on the table, before Kirishima slipped your shoes off and then his own.
His hand clutched yours as he pulled you towards your couch, the closest source of comfort for you two. He found himself sinking into the couch as he scrambled to wrap you into his protective embrace.
“I don’t know what I would do if Uravity hadn’t seen you.” He whispered into your hair, gently caressing your thighs.
“My mind just can’t stop thinking about what that man would have done next.” Eijiroh gritted, pausing in his soothes for a slight second to channel his anger.
You remained silent, listening to your husband’s heavy breathing in and out and you tried to make sense of it all.
“I told him I was married, but that only ignited him.” You mumbled, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to push back the flow of tears piercing through your eyelids.
“There are some fucked up people in the world and he’s one of them.” Eijirou cursed.
The grip around you started to become pulsing. It started to become unjustifiable. It became revolting.
Impulsively, you pushed Eijirou’s arm off you, leaping out of his embrace and swiftly turning around to face him, standing up.
“What’s wrong?” He leaned forward with a baffled expression.
“I just need some time.” You raised your hands halfway, quivering in self-defence as your eyes rapidly began to shake.
“What do you mean?” He questioned, now inching closer to you, reaching to touch you. You couldn’t let him touch you, you needed to be isolated from touch, at least for now.
“I… I need some time alone.” You pushed yourself back, stumbling slightly and stuttering on your words as if something was forcing you to spit those words at him.
“Wait what?” He scrunched his face, glancing down at his hands and then back to you with a solemn look. It pained you to see how confused he seemed, but you were just as confused, if not more.
“I just need to process what happened today. I just need to be alone.” You repeated in your mind, then out loud, nodding along with the words you uttered out.
Now with your legs braced against your television stand, your hands clutched the table in desperate might.
“Okay. I understand.” He nodded his head, his eyes fluttering as he tried to make sense of the words, before he pounced up.
“I’ll leave you be.”
With those last words he uttered, he left you to let your mind retrace back to everything.