Passed Down Child ( BNHA)

One Punch Man

ASIAS POV

The man that I have seen in my dreams introduced himself as One Punch Man, or Saitima. It amused me that we shared similar hero names to begin with.

My hero name was One Punch Woman, while he was man. He wasn't a popular hero he claimed, and worked more in the alleyways than anything.

We walked farther down the field of thick grass together in a comfortable silence. I gently griped the hem of my ( comfortable cloth) as we walked along the field. The flowers and slight breeze was calming. But I couldn't help but ask how I even got here.

It was all so confusing. One moment I saw AFO walking towards me, and another I felt my skull pounding against my head. My body felt like it was about to burst open, my muscles were ripping apart, and I could feel all Oxygen leave my body.

For one second. For one second I felt unbearable pain. So what happened? Was I supposedly dead? Is this the after life? Or was I just here to talk to this man than wake up? Whatever the reason was, I didn't want to leave anytime soon.

I wanted a break from the world. The world thats corrupted with peoples sharp opinions, sharp tongues, and stronger people. The world was slowly crumbling due to these quirks, and I was just watching. 

If I didn't have a powerful quirk, I bet I wouldn't the able to talk. If my quirk was not "hero material" like the citizens say, than I wouldn't be able to be a hero most likely.
The idea of being protected just doesn't feel right with me.

The feeling that people are putting their life on the line for me doesn't feel right. I don't like that feeling at all.

" sooo..." I started as my gaze remained on the floor, suddenly finding the ground fascinating. I could see him take a glance down at me for a moment, before averting his gaze back to forward.

" is this a dream?" I asked simply. I didn't know exactly how to react to the situation. It felt too real to be true, and I couldn't help but ask if it was or wasn't real.

Was this just another dream were I ended seeing One Punch Man again? Or was this a dream that felt too real?

A chuckle escaped his mouth as he shook his head, almost in a amusing way. I quirked my eyebrow at his reaction but waited for what he was going to say.

" no... no it's not" he simply said as his smile slowly faded into his neutral face. I opened my mouth to speak again but he beat me to it.

" this isn't a dream. Your out cold in real life. Take a look" he said as he stopped at some sort of trap door looking thing. He pointed his finger in the buckets direction, probably etching me to go and see for myself.

I peeked my head inside as the fog that was once there began to morph and move.

THE REAL WORLD

The heroes ran into the room, attempting to save Rag Doll who was supposedly in there. The other injured heroes who got caught in the blast that they saw.

The sight was disgusting.

The heroes laid helpless on the floor, all unconscious. " There! I see her! That kid they were talking about!" One hero yelled as he began his way to her direction.

He slowed down his steps as his body faced her backside. She too also seemed to be unconscious as well, which was another reason for them to hurry up the rescue.

Black and red sparks occasionally sparked around her, and the hero couldn't tell if they were harmless or not. Her breathing was shallow when he looked at her stomach, which was barely moving up and down.