It get's better! MHA/BNHA X reader

(July 15th 2020, the day I started writing this story. For months beforehand I had been flirting with the idea of writing a story like this when the idea for this chapter came to me. I knew I had to get it down, so I started writing this. This is the single piece of writing I am most proud of at this point in time, even though things are a bit OOC. I hope you enjoy it.)

In a dark alleyway, sitting upon an old milk crate is a boy. His left hand covering the left side of his face, his right hand clutching his wrist, tears silently falling down his cheeks. He's crying, he realizes, he never cries, at least not anymore but the salty liquid rolling down his cheeks, wetting his hands and dripping onto his pants prove otherwise.

To be honest, he's not quite sure how or why he was here, all he knew is after the latest bit of rigorous training and verbal abuse he had suffered from his father he snapped and yelled at him to shut up, something he was never brave enough to do, then ran out the door. The boy had wandered for a bit thinking of what he had just done and the consequences that will await him back home before realizing he was lost. He had found the ally he is in now and sat down on the old milk crate where he is silently asking for help.

Suddenly, the boy feels a hand softly touch his right shoulder, surprised he looks up and meets a pair of eyes. The person's hand travels to his back and softly pushes him forward so his head is hidden in their chest, well her chest by how it feels. He feels the girl start slowly petting his dual colored hair with her other hand and hears her start to sing ever so softly in English,

A storms rolls in, stealing the light of day,

Bringing thunder, lightning, and rain.

The wind is roaring, the rain is pouring and the thunder booms.

Though at first might sound scary, it makes a beautiful tune and

The lighting, albeit frightening, lightens up the sky beautifully so.

And by the time you see it's beauty, it's time for it to go.

Storms come and they fade, and that's just how the world goes.

The boy feels his tears have dried and pulls out of the hug to see the girl's shirt is soaked. He looks up to the girl's face, he feels relieved that she appears to be unbothered by it. She grabs his right hand with her left and pulls him up and leads him out of the alleyway and she continues leading him somewhere. He has half a mind to tell her to stop but considering she poses no harm to him and he's lost he might as well stick with her.

He decides to take this time to take a better look at her. She appears to be about his age, her (H/L) (H/C) hair looks well taken care of, soft and shiny, (E/C) eyes glimmering with kindness. The girl stops in a park, lets go of his hand and turns to face him, motioning for him to wait for a moment before walking away. His heterochromatic eyes follow her over to an ice cream cart called "Koki Cream Dream". She pulls money out of her purse, says something to the man running the stand and exchanges her money for something. She walks back over to the boy and holds popsicles of some kind in front of her, one orange and one pink. She smiles at the boy nonverbally asking which one he wants, he decides to go with the orange. "Thank you " The boy says, taking it from her hand and taking off the plastic. The girl takes the plastic off her popsicle, takes his wrapper, quickly runs over to the trash can, throwing the wrappers away, runs back to him and grabs his hand again leading him somewhere new.

The boy and girl continue walking hand in hand further into the park nibbling on the popsicles they have in their possession and looking at the scenery. Trees become more dense and the greenery on the ground becomes more sparse and wild. Birds sing, the wind softly wisps through the branches, and squirrels chitter.