Pull Chapter 92: Hero: Eraserhead

The visit to Granny’s was a welcomed relief from all the bullshit that had been going on as of late and you allowed yourself to relax and enjoy her company to the fullest.

There was just something about her hugs and home cooked foods that just replenished your weary soul, not to mention her limitless support- which she readily doled out- commending you on being strong and deciding to leave UA.

“There’s no point working in an environment that makes you sick to your stomach,” she had said.

And boy was it true. 

Had you and Aizawa not gone back to your place together after the staff drinks night, things might have been different. But the fact that he had still shown that he was interested in your body, at least, hurt more than anything and you just felt used. 

“Is that all I am to him? A sex toy? A convenient release? Well, he won’t be able to treat me like that anymore if I’m gone,” you thought as you left granny’s house and walked to the bus stop.

It was very late. 1am. And this was the second to last bus run for the night.

You cupped your hands together as you sat down at the stop and pressed them between your knees.

“It’s cold tonight.” You hung your head and swiped the toe of your boot back and forth along the ground, the soft scraping sound sounding far louder than it usually would have if there were other people or other noises around.

It was so quiet.

As you looked back up again, you saw the bus approaching and stood up, stepping out from the shelter so the driver could see you.

It slowed and stopped and you hopped onboard, paying your fare then walking down to a seat near the back of the bus.

There was only you and one other person on the bus and you sat down and looked out the window as the bus moved along.

“Am I really going to be ok these next few weeks working with Aizawa?” you wondered to yourself as the bus turned a corner.

Just then the driver braked hard and you had to grab onto the chair in front to stop yourself from flying out of your seat.

You looked up.

Out the front of the bus window, someone was standing in the middle of the road with their arms in the shape of machine guns, pointing directly at the bus.

“Holy shit?! What is going on?!”

You could hear the person with the machine gun arms, screaming something but you knew it would be best to get down out of sight immediately.

“Hey!” you called to the other person on the bus, who was now looking out the front window as well with a terrified look on their face.

They turned to look at you as you crouched down in the aisle.

“Get down,” you called to them, “and come over here, I can shield us with my quirk.”

They nodded and quickly ducked and came over to you.

“Get down!” you called out to the bus driver, who was in the front seat still, with hands up, “get down or you’ll get hit if they fire!” you shouted, pulling the other person into you as you stretched one arm out and down the bus aisle to grab the driver and pull them out of their seat.

The minute you pulled them down, the person out the front of the bus let loose and pelted the bus with bullets.

You gasped and inflated your body, quickly rolling over the person who was on the floor next to you so you could shield them while you tried to drag the driver down the back of the bus to save them too.

You could hear screaming and you couldn’t tell if it was you, the person under you, or the driver… maybe it was all 3 of you?

Almost as quickly as the bullets had started, they stopped, and you checked to make sure everyone was ok.

“Are you hurt? Are you hurt?” you called to the driver who was still crying and yelling.

“My legs!” they wailed, “my legs!”

“Did you get hit?”

“Yes!”

“Are you ok?” you asked the person under you, who nodded in reply.

“Yeah… I think I’m ok. Thank you for protecting me.”

You nodded at them then deactivated and crawled to the driver who had blood gushing from multiple wounds on the lower half of their legs.

“Oh no,” you said numbly, a little traumatized by the site, “ok, hang on… let me—,”

“POLICE!” a voice shouted as the bus door crashed open.

“We’re here! The diver had been shot!” you shouted, the relief – at hearing the authoritative call of ‘police’, sounding clearly in your voice.

Next minute another voice called out.

“Y/N!”

“A…AIZAWA?!?!” you called back, recognizing his voice immediately.

In a flash, he was past the officer in the doorway and down the back of the bus, jumping over the seats to get to you.

“W-what are you doing here?” you asked in a mortified and surprised voice.

“I’m working,” he replied bluntly, “are you hurt?” 

“No, the driver is,” you replied, pointing to the person in anguish on the floor, “me and this other passenger here, are fine.” You pointed to the person next to you on the floor.

Aizawa looked at the driver writhing on the floor then nodded.

“Come,” he said, holding his hand out to you, “I’ll take you to the ambulance outside.”

“No, but I’m fine, it’s the driver who—,”

“Come,” he said sharply and you quickly got up and let him carry you out of the bus.

“Aizawa. Please. You need to help the other person who—,”

“Stay here,” he commanded, leaving you with the paramedics outside the bus.

“I’m really honestly fine,” you said to the nurse who started attending to you. “I’m ok. It’s the driver who got shot. I have no wounds.”

“Even so,” she replied you, making you sit down, “if hero: Eraserhead has carried you out first then he must have some concerns for your health.”

“But I promise you… I’m fine,” you stated again.

Nevertheless you let the nurse check you over and everything came back as fine- just as you suspected. 

While you were being attended to, Aizawa went back in to deal with the other two in the bus.

The driver was taken away immediately for treatment and the other person was treated for shock and then let go.

“Hero,” the other passenger (whom you had protected) said to Aizawa before leaving, “I hope you don’t mind… but my quirk activated as you picked up the woman who saved me.”

“Yes?” Aizawa said.

“And… well… my quirk can detect soulmates…” they said.

Aizawa looked at them then looked away.

“Do you know that woman?” the person asked gently.

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