“EVERYBODY ON THE FLOOR NOW!”
“GET DOWN NOW OR WE SHOOT!”
“OH MY GOD IS THE BANK BEING ROBBED?!”
You poked your head out of one of the private rooms then quickly pulled it back in when you saw 3 masked men with guns storm into the open area where the tellers were.
“Oh crap, oh crap.” You panicked, spinning around, arms out and slightly crouched as your head whipped left and right, trying to determine what to do. “All I wanted to do was open an account!! I didn’t ask for this!?”
You spun back round to close the door and one of the men was standing right there.
“Either you didn’t hear us or you’re stupid.” The masked robber growled. “Get on your knees.”
“Hey Listen I just want to open an account I didn’t ask f-.”
“THE FUCK?! GET DOWN BEFORE I BLOW YOUR BRAINS OUT!”
You dropped to the ground with your arms up. Still looking intently at the robber before you.
“Defiant little bitch aren’t we?” He growled. “Do I need to fuck some respect into you?”
You paled and looked down as he entered the room and pointed the gun to your head.
“Take your skirt off bitch.” He said lowly.
“No…. no please don’t do this.”
You were frozen. He jabbed the barrel of the gun into your skull, your head being snapped back slightly by the force.
“I’ll fuck you dead or alive, makes no difference to me.” He snarled.
Tears welled up in your eyes. “Please don’t do this.” You said almost inaudibly.
He backhanded you across the face, sending you sprawling out backwards across the floor.
Mounting you quickly he ripped your shirt open and tried to undo your skirt.
You screamed and fought him but the gun, sharply pushed up under your jaw, reminded you who was in control of your life right now and you backed down, helplessly whimpering as he managed to remove your skirt.
Just then there was a flash of green and your assailant was thrown off you and across the room, hitting his head and passing out instantly.
You looked up, shocked.
To your surprise you saw the back of the number one hero- Deku.
“D-Deku?!” You gasped.
He turned to face you, green lightening still jumping from his hero uniform, illuminating his emerald eyes.
“Are you ok?” He asked gently as he deactivated his quirk and turned his body around to crouch down.
“Umm yes I think I am…”
You looked down. Panties on show with your shirt ripped open, exposing your bra and stomach area.
You screeched and flung your arms around yourself, trying desperately to cover everything up.
“Oh! M-my apologizes!” Deku stuttered as he desperately tried to avoid looking at anywhere that would be deemed inappropriate. “L-Let me get uh… umm.”
“Please… my skirt, Deku…”
“Oh! Yes, yes, skirt.” He stammered and reached out to the material crumpled on the floor.
He handed it to you while keeping his head turned away and waited for permission to look.
“I…I’m ok now.” You mumbled sadly, staring down at your front.
“Are you ok?” Deku asked softly, kneeling on one knee beside you.
You nodded but tears streamed down your cheeks.
“It’s ok now, I’m here,” He said gently as he placed a hand on your shoulder. “Let me help you up. The medical team will be here shortly, the robbers have all been taken care of.” He said glancing back to the robber still passed out by the wall.
You sniffed and wiped your eyes on your sleeve, allowing Deku to help you up.
He really wanted to hold you close but he knew that was inappropriate, wanted to tell you nothing like that would ever happen again, but he knew that he couldn’t guarantee that.
You seemed so small and fragile as you stood with head bowed before him.
He led you out and walked you to the ambulance, giving a brief handover to the paramedics before turning back to you.
“I’ll be back to see you ok?” He said gently, ducking his head to catch your eye. His soft, loving emerald eyes captivating yours as he smiled gently at you.
Your heart skipped a beat. “Thank you Deku.” You whispered.
“It’s no problem at all.” He said kindly and walked back to the police who were taking reports.
The paramedic sat you down and did some quick assessments, noting that you were fine but in a bit of shock and they wrapped a blanket around your shoulders and gave you a hot cup of chocolate to sip.
You looked around at the scene before you. It appeared that no one got seriously hurt, which you were happy about. And the ordeal ended with the robbers being apprehended before they could take any money.
Your eyes found Deku again and you watched as he diligently went about, checking people and talking to them. He was such a genuinely kind hero. That’s why you loved him.
You remembered back to being in high school when the UA sports festival aired, recalling the first time you saw Deku.
He was by far the least experienced of the group and it looked like he got through each round by the skin of his teeth, his quirk somewhat uncontained and uncontrollable.
You fell for him immediately and from that day on you were a fan, collecting merchandise whenever it popped up and filling your room with posters of this up and coming hero.
Your friends laughed at you for picking such an under dog of a hero, preferring to go for super cool Todoroki, the hot headed Bakugou or some other hero that had a ‘more cool’ or ‘more controllable’ quirk.
They quickly changed their tunes when they saw just how far Deku has come and pretty soon they were fans as well.
When he was announced as number one you nearly died of excitement! He deserved it and you couldn’t have been more proud. You used to write fan letters to the agency that took him on. Hoping he would reply you one day but he never did.
The years passed by and your crush grew. You would be at every meet and greet event, just aching to catch a glimpse of your most favourite hero.