The things I'm planning on writing:
Human!Aslan x Reader (probably a series)
Eustace (Narnia) x Reader (also probably going to be a series)
Danny Phantom x Reader
Male!Ten Ten x Reader
You can find me on Quotev at: bkupAim
And on wattpad at: Jazz-demo
You've got your chains wrapped around me so tight
give me enough just to keep me alive
I try to run but it hurts everytime
Nothing I can do to save my soul
It wasn't a common occurance to be called to the principal's office, in fact it was usually for something rather alarming. So when I was summoned after waking up in the nurses office, I was more than a little worried, afraid I had done something wrong without realizing. Recovery Girl walked at my side, the atmosphere between us was tense, thick and silent, with each step closer the nervousness inside me continued to grow.
"Reocvery Girl?" I spoke up, clearing my throat worriedly, I glanced down at her when she gave an acknowledging hum "am I in trouble? Why are we going to see the principal?" the hesitance was clear in my voice.
With her usual carefree smile on her face, she kept her gaze forward "don't panic dear, the principal only want to ask you a few questions and then you can go home, you're excused from classes this evening due to your fainting spell, alright?".
Put at ease by her nonchalant reply, I took a deep breath and felt my muscles loosen slightly, walking at her pace, I nodded.
I had never expected a simple door to be quite as intimidating as it was. And yet I found my heart racing at the sight of the oak wood double doors. Recovery lifted a small hand and tapped a quiet knock, it was only a moment before the principal's high pitched voice called out a cheerful "come in!".
I reached for the handle, knowing that Recovery Girl might have trouble reaching, and pushed one side of the doors open, waiting for the nurse to step in first, I followed her inside. Closing the door behind me as we were usually supposed to do when visiting Principal Nezu's office. He sat at his wide wooden desk, his fur coated fingers entwined as he rested them atop the table surface.
"(Y/n)" he smiled upon seeing me "you're probably nervous about being called here all of a sudden, take a seat" he held out his hand to gesture to the seat opposite his table. I bowed my head with a nervous smile and sat myself down as requested. He shifted himself forward in his leather seat and took a deep breath, small black eyes meeting my own, I could see the smile on his lips were attempted to seem reassuring, but it didn't ease my nerves in the slightest"
"I hear you had a fainting spell, are you feeling alright?" he asked gently.
I perked up in my seat "oh! Uh, yes sir I'm feeling okay, I guess it's because I didn't eat breakfast this morning, I must have gotten a little light headed, I'm sorry" I stammered.
"From your reaction, it appears you don't know" he sighed quietly, "I have a few questions for you, (Y/n), you're not in trouble, I just want to sort out this whole ordeal, alright?"
I bit my lip and shuffled back in my seat worriedly "of course, what did you want to ask?" I placed my hands in my lap, thumbs twiddling anxiously as I awaited his questions.
"Have you noticed the scar that Recovery girl found on your chest?"
His question surprised me, hand subconciously lifted to press to the dull ache in the centre of my chest "I remember feeling pain this morning right here but I never remembered having a scar here" I mumbled quietly, eyes glancing down at my uniform clad torso.
"I see, have you gotten random aches before? Do you think there's a common denominator?" he picked up the pen sitting neatly in a mug off his table and began scribbling something down on the paper in front of him.
"Well-- it usually happens after I visit my specialist"
Beady eyes lifted to meet mine, flitting up from the paper on his desk to meet my gaze "excuse me, you're what now?" whiskered brows furrowed as he lifted his chin to look at me properly.
"Well when I first presented my quirk, after I broke my arm on a swing and it floated, we went to a doctor who told us I had telepathy, and then a few months later I found out what my quirk really was, so my parents took me back to him to see if there was anyway I could use my quirk without injuring myself, he took interest in me and he's been observing my quirk and helping me develop it ever since" I explained.
He glanced over at Recovery Girl, and from the corner of my eye I could see the jerk of her head as she nodded "I see, I have one last question for you, and you can head home, alright?".
I let out a quiet sigh of relief, although Principal Nezu was kind, being in this tense atmosphere was rather stressful.
"What is this doctor's name?"
When I got home, I tried my best to calm my parent's frantic worrying after the phone call from Recovery Girl they received the morning I passed out. I was given a hefty plate of food and sent off to bed to catch up on some well needed rest.
Once I reached the safe security of my bedroom, I leaned back against the door frame as it closed and ran my hands down my face in exhasperation. Pushing off of the door, I made my way over to the full body mirror leaning against the wall next to my bed. My reflected surprised me, skin pale from fatigue, I looked rather sickly. My hands reached towards the button of my blazer, slipping the large buttons out of their dedicated slits, I slipped the fabric down my arms and dropped it onto the bed.
Reaching towards the hem of my skirt, I untucked my button up shirt and quickly flicked the buttons open. Dropping the shirt to join my blazer, as I stared at my reflecting the scar was quite apparent, the pain was duller, no doubt Recovery Girl tried to apply some pain relief. The straight line seen through the centre of my bra. I unclasped the uncomfortable undergarment and tossed it aside. I flinched at the sight of the healing wound on my chest, it had come out of nowhere, and I wasn't quite expected to have to make the connection between my randomly appearing injuries and Dr. Ennoyama.
Stepping closer to the mirror, I bit my lip, hand lifting to press to the wound on my chest, my brows furrowed in confusion, under the pad of my index finger, was a bumb. Or, perhaps it wasn't?
It was hard, and tiny enough that even under my finger I could feel the shape, square and slightly sharp at the corners. "What-- what the hell is that?" I breathed out shakily, stepping even closer to the mirror, my fingers pulled and pushed at the skin to try and get a clearer outline of the foreign object embedded in my skin.
"Oh god" I whispered in horror, stumbling away from the wall, I shook my head and crossed my arms over my chest, hands grasping the opposite shoulder. Disgust settled deep in my stomach at the thought that he, the doctor I trusted and admired so much, violated me in such a way, pulled off my clothes, cut me open and stuffed and unknown object under my skin.
Hand slapping over my mouth, I rushed to the conected en suite bathroom, hurriedly pulling open the toilet, I fell to my knees. Trembling fingers gripped the nippingly cold ceramic bowl. Against my will, my stomach turned and the large meal I had eaten just before left my body.
It was not a feeling I was used to.
The vulnerability, humiliation and disgust. Lord knows how many times the Doctor had done such things to me, how many times I had been cut open, experimented on, and used.
What effect would this object implanted in my skin have on my body?
What effect had all of his experiments have on my body over the years?
Did he have pictures? Samples? Was he doing this for personal gain? Scientific research? For me?
Questions stormed through my brain, leaving a terrifying chill in its wake, my skin scrawled as thought I could still feel his hands, his scalpel. My head ringing like I could still hear his voice, his reassurances, his lies .
It was in that moment, that for the first time in my life, I wished only to sit back against the cold tile walls of my bathroom, to curl up into as small a ball as possible, and to stay there. For the first moment I wished that I was like my parents, that I had no quirk, then maybe none of this would have happened. Maybe I would have a happy, simple life, away from the villains and the stereotypical evil scientists.
A part of me wanted to run down to the kitchen, grab a knife from the block on the counter and cut out the object in my chest. But the other, more logical, hero part of me knew that Principal Nezu had a plan, that his questions and his wish to know Dr. Ennoyama's name meant that he was pursuing this case, it meant that he was going to catch him, help me, and fix this.
Willing myself to stand up properly was harder than I had anticipated. The tremble in my knees worsened after I had vomited, blood sugar dropping with the flush of the food I had eaten. With my hand braced against the wall, I pushed off the rest of my uniform, dropping it onto the floor with little care, I climbed under the blankets, pulling them up to my nose, knees tucking against my chest.
Accepting this, what had happened to me, and accepting the knowledge that Ennoyama will not be the only person who might violate me in such a way during my hero career, it was hard, almost so hard that it wavered my will to continue my days at U.A.
But for now, for today and the day to come, the hardest part would be willing myself to get out of bed in the morning.
You've got your chains wrapped around me so tight
give me enough just to keep me alive
I try to run but it hurts everytime
Nothing I can do to save my soul
The weeks that passed were filled with trianing and anticipation, the sports festival arriving sooner than any of us could have expected. Before I knew it, the date of my next appointment with Dr. Ennoyama was due. With a deep breath, I slung my bag of clothes over my shoulder and met my parents by the door.
Parked by the side of the road, the specialist smiled brightly in greeting from the drivers seat of his car. My mother's gentle fingers brushed the hairs away from my face, and a loving kiss adorned my forehead as they saw me off.
The car ride was for the most part silent, and the distance short. Whilst we had moved to our current house for the proximity to the school, we were also moved with the distance of the lab in mind. The lab, which was quickly approaching, was a tall building, coated in white tiled with large windows, it appeared much like a hospital, the only difference were the things that went on inside.
Only those who had been scouted were allowed to enter, and within the individual rooms, quirk dedicated tests were performed. As Dr. Ennoyama pulled into his parking space, he gently slapped the steering wheel and with a smile he turned to face me "ready?" he questioned, unbuckling his seat belt.
Following suit, I took a deep breath and sent a small smile of my own "you know it".
With a brief greeting to the secretary at the reception desk, Dr. Ennoyama guided me through to his office and testing room. Much like a doctor's office, there was a small medical issue bed, knowing the protocol - I laid myself down upon it. Bag hanging on the hook fastened to the door, I took a deep breath as I laid back on the paper laid down for sanitary purposes.
Donning his pristine white lab coat, he stepped towards the drawers filled with medical supplies on the left hand side of the room. He fished out a new, packeted syringe and reached up into the glass cabinets to pull out a small fluid filled bottle. Unpackaging the syringe, he pushed the needle into the thin metal cap of the bottle. Filling the syringe, he placed the bottle back in its place, tapped and squirted the air bubbles out of it and made his way over to me.
During his walk over, he grabbed the small medical table on wheels, placing the syringe down with his cap on as he grabbed a cotton ball from the small metal tray, soaking it in rubbing alcohol.
Wordlessly, I pushed up the sleeve of my right arm to give him access, the wet ball of cotton swiped and disinfected a small area on the inside of my elbow. Taking hold of the syringe and uncapping it, he glanced up at my face, and gave a reassuring smile.
Closing my eyes I took a deep breath, flinching with a quiet grunt as the needle pressed into my skin, it was something that I couldn't quite get used to. The painful pressure of the fluid being pushed into my veins and the prick of the break of the skin.
In a fluid, painless motion, the needle was removed and an iodine soaked cotton ball was pressed to the small wound to stop any bleeding and rid of any bacteria that may cause infection.
It was within moments that I had begun to feel drowsy, eyelids heavy and head turning to look at the doctor with a loll. This happened with each of my appointments, Dr. Ennoyama's reasoning, was whether my quirk was activated by pain, or by damage. It was something I couldn't quite understand, for how was I supposed to use my quick unconscious? But I learnt quickly not to question his teachings.
Nimble fingers clutched my hand, gently patting the back in a reassuring action. My tired eyes lifted to stare up at the doctor, his face growing blurrier by the second "there, there, (Y/n). Just relax and go to sleep, everything will be fine, like always".
He couldn't believe his luck. How he, Kensuke Ennoyama, a simple quirkless scientist and managed to catch sight of the exciting quirk out of the blue. It was an opportunity he just couldn't pass up. A part of him knew this was wrong, as he stared down at her unconscious body laying on the hard medical bed, but all that was easily overpowered by the desperate need to be relevant. To not have his worth judged by his lack of quirk, but rather, the discoveries he's made and the advancements he could make in his field.
Desperately, he wished for recognition, to stop being looked down on as an unadvanced, quirkless nobody. His colleagues, all suited with powers that helped them further their research.
Clutching the edge of the bed, he grit his teeth "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" he whispered, shaking his head he reached onto the medical tray by his side, gripping the metal scalpel in hand, he clenched the thin handle in hand and turned to her.
"But this is for me"
When I awoke the next morning, I was laying in my bed, staring up at the ceiling of my room. Vaguely, I registered the fog in the back of my mind, memories of the day before hazy. The topic on the forefront of my mind, was the burning ache in the centre of my chest. With a clenched jaw, I hurriedly pulled my shirt over my head, ignoring the stinging back that the hard movement caused.
Looking down at myself, I saw clearly, a deep red line down the centre of my chest, like a freshly healed scar. My brows furrowed in confusion before I slumped back against the bed, this happened more often than I liked. Coming back from my monthly appointment with Dr. Ennoyama with fresh scars that I could not explain, I was nervous to ask why, in case the answer was something I wouldn't be all too happy with.
There were times that I wished I could tell my parents, but I knew it would do more harm than good, probably send them into a distress harmful for their body. With Dr. Ennoyama being in the profession that he is, the government would much more easily cover up the story, leaving us struggling and in a damaged societal position.
Wordlessly and without complaint, I grabbed the my uniform with hung from the handle of my wardrobe. Each movement was pain as I slipped my arms into the sleeves, bending down hurt as I pulled my skirt over my thighs. My school bag was an uncomfortably heavy weight on my shoulder, my steps slow and calculate as I descended the stair case.
I brushed off my parents' worried glances with reassuring smiles and calming words, not trusting my turning stomach, I decided to skip breakfast and opted for quickly leaving, knowing that at the pace the pain forced me to walk at, I would reach the school just about on time.
For once, the excitement in the classroom didn't bring me joy, watching with dread as my classmates flailed their arms and knocked each other about. I worried they might accidentally knock into the burning wound on my chest.
"Yo (Y/n), why are you standing in the door way foor?" came Kirishima's cheery voice from behind me, with a friendly grin and innocent intentions, his hand clapped the centre of my back between my shoulder blades. The shock delayed the initial sensation, a slow spark travelling up my spine, before a sudden, explosion like bloom of pain shot across my torso.
I staggered forward, vision blanked white momentarily, lungs burning with the air knocked out of them. The room around me spun, stomach bubbling and turning uncomfortaly, doubling over, I vaguely recognized the stinging in my throat as the acid of the bile spilling out of my mouth washed over the surface. The comotion in the room was like an incessant buzz, aiding the thunderclap headache clouding my brain.
Somewhere in the reach of my subconscious, I registered hands, gentle as they rubbed my back. Soothing words whispered from kind lips, Uraraka? No, it was cold, a calming chill resting on my boiling skin.
Hazy eyes glanced over to the person attempting to aid my ails, red and white flashed over my line of sight, before suddenly, my knees crippled beneath me. Collapsing into the awaiting arms, my heavy eyes fell closed with a quiet whisper.
Recovery girl was at odds with herself, she knew that scars were to be expected, old wounds and fresh wounds that came with the quirk the girl possessed. Much like with young Midoriya, the result of this student's quirk greatly saddened her.
The thing that caught her off guard, was the scar down the centre of her chest, straight and pristine with medical professionalism. Driven by concern and curiousity, well trained fingers pressed lightly against the scar on the unconscious girls chest. For a moment, her confusion on deepened, before quickly replaced with shock and horror. Embedded underneath her skin, was a smal square lump, size comparable to that of a sim card.
Without a guardian's permission, Recovery Girl would not be permitted to cut the device out to examine it, she would have to take this to the higher ups. But there was always the worry that they would believe the girl was doing something villainous, and even if that wasn't the case, she could always run the risk of being expelled. Biting at her lower lip, Recovery Girl pulled the covers back over (Y/n)'s chest, allowing her to continue a peaceful rest.
It took a quick message to the teachers to gather them for an emergency meeting, knowing Nezumi, he would search for an answer before taking any action. She prayed that the chip resting in the chest of one of Aizawa's students was there for completely innocent purposes.
When she got the message that all teachers had gathered, Recovery Girl made the decision to lock the nurse's office door, keeping (Y/n) sleeping inside, from the state of her, she wouldn't wake up anytime soon.
Each step towards the conference room was filled with a greater dread, a mental war raging on inside her head. Should she do the right thing and tell the school board? Or try to see things on the bright side and give her the benefit of the doubt. As a nurse, her responsibility and loyalty lied with the school board, but as a caretaker of the children, her protection was drawn towards them.
Recovery Girl stared up at the large, double wooden doors, calculating eyes narrowing, he took a deep breath and pushed the heavy barricade open. With the sound of the door unclicking, all eyes fell upon her. With a deep breath, the doors closed once again, behind her and she looked up, facing the pro heroes surrounding the lengthened table.
"Everyone" she cleared her throat.
Arms tucked behind her back, a serious expression took over her usually kind features. With a clenched jaw and gritted teeth, she took a deep inhale.
"We have something very important to discuss"
You've got your chains wrapped around me so tight
give me enough just to keep me alive
I try to run but it hurts everytime
Nothing I can do to save my soul
Going home after the attack was dreaded more than the attack itself.
Quelling my mother's leaking eyes was a feat upon itself, calming my father's rage upon seeing the bandages and injuries lining my body was just as difficult. And yet the hardest part was convincing them not to pull me out of school, hours were spent reminding them of all the benefits of the school and to forget about the dangers it held. After a few hours of arguments and reasoning, my parents finally agreed to allow me to continue in U.A.
Laying in bed that night, I could feel the injuries covering my body itching and aching uncomfortably. Despite the comfort of being in my childhood bed, and despite the cool of my pillow and the warmth of my blankets, I found myself unable to reach the sleep I so desperately desired. I stared, restless, up at the ceiling above my head. Bandaged arm up and pressing against my forehead as I admired the multitude of glow in the dark stars my father had glued to my ceiling since birth.
With a groan of irritation, I rolled over onto my side, ignoring the twinge of pain that shot through my joints. Reaching over to my bedside table, I took my phone into my hands, narrowing my eyes as I switched it on to try and prevent some of the sudden shock the brightness would cause.
Surprisingly, I found a multitude of notifications piled up from the class group chat, switching off sleep mode, I enterred the chat, absent mindedly scrolling through the many messages.
Ignoring those questioning about homework, Mineta's usual crudeness, and the extensive use to caps and swear words from Bakugo, I found myself smiling as I went through the most recent of texts.
The small group of the class that had been protected by Thirteen congratulating and worrying over those of us who had to face the brunt of the villains. A flood of warmth spread to my chest at the many get well wishes over those who had been injured, specifically Aizawa-sensei, despite the fact he had left the chat the instant he was added, claiming the many 'pings' gave him a head ache.
Chuckling quietly to myself, I switched my phone off and placed it back down on the bedside table, with a deep breath and closed eyes, sleep greeted me with open arms.
When the next day came, I brushed off my mother's not so subtle attempts to make me stay just a day longer. The condition to their approval, was that at least for today, my father would drive me to the front gate, despite the short distance. Albeit begrudgingly, I agreed to the deal, for the sake of my dreams to become a pro hero.
The car slowed to a stop along the pavement just outside the gate, the window of the driver's seat perfectly aligning to the front door, no doubt my dad wanted to see me walk in to assure that no villain could possibly grab me along the way. The idea was a bit far fetched, what with the raised security after the attack, but to ease his inevitable worry, I said nothing and simply unbuckled my seat belt.
Grabbing my school bag from the foot well, I pulled one strap around my shoulder and reached for the door handle.
I paused, glancing over at my dad, glancing out the window next to his head, slightly anxious that the bell might ring and the gates might close while we were talking.
His hands fell off the steering wheel and onto his lap, he was uncharacteristically fidgetty "I know that this may seem like some kind of punishment after what you've been through, but-- for us this is..." he trailed off quietly.
"Your mother and I being quirkless and for you to have a quirk like this-- and to be in a school filled with nothing but danger it's just so-"
He broke off into a light chuckle "to put it lightly" he mumbled, leaning back against the seat with a deep sigh "we're just worried, you're our only child, we don't want you to go before us".
My upper teeth rested themselves on my lower lip "dad", his warm eyes lifted to meet your own "I understand, I'm not mad or anything, I know why you and mum are doing this" I assured.
"But I also know the consequences of the path that I chose and I came to terms with it the moment Dr. Ennoyama told me that it could happen. I don't want anything more than I want this, I'm careful, and I'm surrounded by people who will protect me at the drop of a hat if it came to that. I'm more safe in that school than I am anywhere else right now, daddy".
The look in his eyes told me, that despite himself, he knew this.
"I just wish the safest place for you to be would be with us".
Stepping into class that morning was rather surreal in a way, knowing that had the events of the last class gone slightly differently, I might have never stepped inside this classroom again.
Surprisingly, it was as though nothing had happened, my classmates were bustling, laughing and yelling at each other just like they usually would. Upon catching sight of me, Uraraka, standing in a group with the other girls waved me over.
With a warm smile, I accepted her offer.
Dumping my bag down on the floor by my desk, I took Mina's hand as she helped me sit up atop it. Gently as is gentle for Mina, she pulled my arm out so they could inspect the bandage wrapped securely around my arm.
"What exactly happened?" Momo mumbled, eyebrows pinched in sympathy at the wound.
"That villain, Shigaraki, has some kind of rotting quirk, the skin on my arm just kind of- died" I mumbled, wincing as my mind flashed back to the pain the injury and attack had caused.
"I can't believe you went up face first to that creep guy!" Hagakure gushed, voice filled with fear and an excitable tinge of awe.
"That was very brave, (Y/n)-chan" Tsu added, index finger tapping against her lower lip.
"Please never do it again" Jirou's eyes fell closed with a quiet sigh.
"She's right, (Y/n) won't have to do it again, because we're going to be there next time and we're going to fight together so no one person will get attacked like that again!" Ochako's fist gently slapped at her chest in an act of determination.
I blinked in surprise at the girls that surrounded me, unbeknownst to myself, a smile had crept up onto my face. With a breath filled giggle, I sat up straight and nodded my head "yeah, next time we'll be together".
As the events of the attack was pushed to the back of our minds, the news of the up and coming sports festival spread like wild fire. Excitement and urgency alike was a common feeling amongst the many students of U.A.
The sports festival was an important event, where pro heroes and sponsors alike could scout the students and choose those that would benefit their companies. Heroes could pick their side kicks, and sponsors could pick those who could represent their brand. To become a succesful pro, making a name for yourself during the sports festival was vital.
The pressure to do well for the sake of our future weighed heavy in the minds of the entire student body, especially for class 1-A deemed as the 'better class' among the other students in the hero program. That is why I was only midly surprised at the blockade that had formed outside out classroom once the school day had ended.
I let a sigh slip as I heard the enthusiastic yelling of Kirishima followed by a familiar angy yelling from Bakugou. Pulling my bag over my shoulder, I stepped towards the crowded door, and winced out apologies as I tried my best to squeeze through.
"You class 1-A students think you're so great just because the title of your class!"
My words were cut short with the bickering of the classes that had gathered outside.
"Could I just ge-"
"Who do you think you are?! Shitty b class!"
"Please allow me to get throu--"
"What did you just say?!"
My heart jumped at the irritation quickly spreading throughout my system, gritting my teeth I took a deep breath, my parents were worried enough as it was, if I went home later than usual, no doubt they would panic themselves into a stupor.
My tone was sharp and stern, volume risen to speak above angered yelling, eyes turned towards me, shocked at my obviously angered tone.
"I hate to interrupt the friendly conversation but I really need to go home and you're standing in the way"
I sighed out my response, voice laced with exasperation. Blinking at each other, a small gap was created through the crowd and I let a quiet huff of relief pass my lips.
Stepping through the gap, I paused and turned to look at them "and if you're as fired up as you say you are, then show us when you're competing, save it for the festival"
When I got home, Dr. Ennoyama was waiting for me.
I paused and glanced to my parents in surprise "Doctor! What-- what are you doing here? My next appointment isn't for another few weeks" I mumbled in surprise, sitting myself in the arm chair opposite to him.
"Ah don't worry about that" he smiled brightly, hand waving absent mindedly "I'm not here about your next appointment, rather-- I hear that the sport festival is coming up".
I perked up "yeah actually, in a few weeks time, why?" my brows furrowed in confusion at the topic.
"I've kept the indentity for the person that recommended you hidden as per their request, but I want you to know that you don't need to win thier festival, they're more than willing to sponsor you" his smile was bright, encouraging.
My lips parted in surprise "are you-- are you serious?" I whipered, heart light and excitement quickly spreading, he hummed and nodded "but there is a catch" he held up an index finger.
I found myself biting at the inside of my cheek, sinking back into the seat "...go on" I mumbled hesitantly.
"You need to make an impression, go through the festival with a bang, tell the world that you are there" he clenched a fist and shook it enthusiastically.
I rose a brow "that's it? All you want is for me to make an impression on people?"
Ennoyama straightened his back and nodded "your sponsor's only condition is that you make a name for yourself before they make a name for you. Your quirk is amazing, (Y/n), the most exceptional I've had the opportunity to witness up close, I have no doubt that this will be easy for you"
My hand came up to rub the back of my neck sheepishly "well I don't know about that...my class mates are amazing, a little impulsive but their quirks are incredible, it's not going to be as easy as it seems". I found myself sighing for the upteenth time.
Dr. Ennoyama simply smiled, standing up off of the couch, he approached me and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder "try not to worry, you'll do great, I know you will. Our next appointment falls just before the sports festival, so I'll take it upon myself to help you train. The sports festival is where you make your name".
I bit my lip at the inevitable pressure I had felt upon the news that much depended on my success in the sports festival.
"Don't look so nervous (Y/n)" the doctor laughed.
"I'll make you great"
give me enough just to keep me alive
I try to run but it hurts everytime
Nothing I can do to save my soul
Hope was a strange feeling to describe.
The tingling of pin pricks that rushed from the tips of your toes to the folicles of your hair, the feeling of your stomach dropping and your heart rising. Staring up at the Number 1 Hero on the platform by the entrance, guarding and blocking sight of the students that surrounded an injured Thirteen, All Might's smile was forever unwavering. His sudden entrance sent of rush of relief rocketing through my system, knowing that even for a moment, Aizawa could rest.
My voice sounded foreign in my ears, the breathy whisper of fear fueled hope, the crack in the syllables out of weakness. And despite the distance, despite the stooped volume of my call, his head turned towards us. Body tensing as his shadow cast eyes landed on the limp figure of a beaten Aizawa laying in a pile of his own blood and rubble. Amidst the chaos, the sight of the dried pale hand belonging to that of Shigaraki was outstretched towards Midoriya, fingertips mere inches away from his face.
Strong thighs flexed as All Might lowered himself into a squatting position, and with a quiet "hup!" he flung himself up and forward, time seemed to slow as he soared above us, arms outstretched at his sides before he began to descend. When he landed, I could feel the ground beneath my feet vibrate, small flecks and chunks of rubble and dust flying up when confident feet planted themselves in the ground.
"I hear you're after me, why don't you leave those students alone?"
All Might's voice resonated over my head, strong and determined, I felt my tense muscles deflate, pure relief washing over me when Shigaraki's hand dropped back to his side and away frm Midoriya's face. I subsequently reached for the sleeve of his P.E uniform, tugging him closer towards us and further away frm the villain. He sent me a tight lipped, but grateful smile, fear still evident in his eyes.
It's equally difficult to discribe the fear induced by a single word uttered from the villain's mouth. The chilling shuddering coiling itself around your spine, and the unfathomable dread the builds itself up inside your head.
Adrenaline and fear spiked through my system at the slightest twitch of movement from the large humanoid creature, his wild eyes, bulging out of his head turned to gaze at the Number 1 hero. I wasn't sure whether to be more afraid of the insanity in it's eyes, or the blank expression featured on the rest of it's face. Waves of murderous intent poured from the chimera like creature, enough that had me wishing I could sprint in the other direction. Yet my feet stayed planted, glancing down at the limp body of Eraser Head and praying for the right moment to arrive for us to move him to a safer spot.
It happened in a flash, the rush of air after the movement delayed by the sheer speed. All Might had pounced at Nomu, and in the blink of an eye, the creature noticed and retaliated. Dust and rubble from the destruction the villains had caused lifted into the air, our arms lifting to shield our eyes from the small specs of dust and concrete. Only when the smoke cleared could we see what exactly caused such a violent reaction of the area around us.
All Might's fist pressed firm against Nomu, it seemed as though their punches had cancelled one another out. The surprise was evident on All Might's face, the shock of being so evenly matched for the first time. His eyes narrowed, muscles in his jaw flecing and he clenched his teeth.
All Might worked his best at drawing the beast as far away from us as possible and towards the furthest end of the dome. And yet our troubles weren't over, not given a spare moment to check on Aizawa, Shagaraki had turned to us. Narrowed eyes dark as he stared at us through the fingers of the glove covering his face. I could feel the muscles throughout my body tensing, fight or flight mode coming to the forefront of my mind.
I knew this man was stronger than me, I knew that if I didn't get away from the first taste of his quirk I would lose. The only way for a person with a quirk like mine to win against one like his, is to purposefully thrust myself into harms way, and miraculously manage to get myself out of it before he killed me. The sound of shifting gravel sounded to my left, and it was then that I was reminded that I wasn't alone.
Todoroki, Midoriya, Bakugo and Kirishima were standing around me, Tsu standing off to the side attending to a bleeding Mineta. It was then that the fear that had welled inside me began to ebb away. Brows that were once pinched together and fear and worry hardened, eyes narrowing and filling with a steeling determination as they set on what seemed to be the leader of this little band of villains.
"What should I do with you?"
Shigaraki's pale hand stretched out towards us "let you watch as your last hope foolishly sacrifices himself? Or kill you now to spare you the agony?". I couldn't quite tell whether his tone was mocking or merely demented.
"How about you call off that ugly bastard over there before you turn out to be a stain on the floor" Bakugo's ever confident voice spoke up, laced with irritation, small pops of miniature explosions going off in the palms of his hands. The villain's head tilted back, peering down at us in a condescending manner.
"Oh?" the white haired male's crazed eyes narrowed upon us "those are brave words coming from nothing but a student" he scoffed.
Bakugo's anger radiated off of him, Midoriya and Kirishima hurrying to whisper calming words to ensure that he wouldn't step out of line and put our well being in jeopardy.
Blood was steadily pooling in the dent in the ground that Nomu had creatured, in a few minutes the blood would be high enough to block Aizawa's breathing. I twitched in anxiety as he stared down at him, worry flooding into my system as I tried to shuffle forward without being noticed.
Unfortunately, my subtle movements hadn't been quite subtle enough and Shidaraki's hand snatched my wrist, muddle finger lifted and away from my skin. A jagged gasp tored through my throat at the rough skin contact, Immediately I could hear the cries of the others for him to unhand me.
"Please..." I held up a hand in a surrender like motion "he's going to drown, please let me treat him" I gestured towards the body of our homeroom teacher. The villain's eyes darted towards the fallen hero for a moment before quickly directing itself back to me.
"What makes you think I'll let you heal an enemy of mine?" his head tilted slowly, my mind raced swimming for and excuse to save my teachers life. With a shaky breath and a racing heart, my eyes fell closed.
"Because you don't know my quirk" the whisper slipped from my lips quickly, and there was no turning back from that point. With no quirk activated, I thrust my hand towards his face, yet unaware of my quirk and that I couldn't have done anything to hurt him at that time. His free hand came up to snatch at my wrist, all five fingers curling around my arm.
The pain that shot through my arm burned like electricity all the way to my heart, despite preparing myself from the pain I knew I would have to experience, my lips fell open and a gut wrenching scream tore itself through my throat. I could feel the skin on my arm, beneath the cold scratchiness of his calloused fingers, peel away. I could feel each individual cell die in unavoidable agony.
"Let go of (Y/n)!"
A white haze had clouded over me at the pain, my senses blurring to the point I couldn't quite distinguish whose voice it was that had spoken up.
"You heroes are all the same, pathetic little match sticks, who give up at the slightest hint of a breeze".
Shigaraki's words cut like a blade through the haze of a white hot pain, consciousness regaining my tear filled eyes lifted to meet his "that's where your wrong" my voice was hoarse, words catching on the rough insides of my throat. Screamed raw from the pain that had befallen me.
In the corner of my eye I could see the others gearing themselves up for attack, my uninjured wrist turned in his incomplete grasp. Thrusting my hand forward I pushed up his sleeve in a fluid motion and clutched the pale, scratch coated skin of his arm, beneath my palm, I could feel his skin hardening, screams pouring from his lips as the skin peeled away, dead and rotten.
His hands reeled back from my grasp, a pained yelping wrenching itself from my throat as his skin briefly tugged at the wound he had created on my forearm. I hugged my arm to my chest as he fell to his knees, staring down at the wound on his arm that mirrored my own.
His fingers trembled as his brain swam with possible reasons as to why my quirk was the same as his.
"You're wrong about heroes" I gulped, voice trembling and breath expelling from my lips in shaking pants as I blocked out the pain radiating through my arm.
"Sure, some people are like matches, sure their flame goes out when a wind of doubt brushes over them but heroes? Heroes aren't like that" my eyes briefly flitted over to the unconscious body of Aizawa sensei, mind flashing back to the sight of him getting up, over and over, growing increasingly injured - and yet he still fought.
"Heroes are like bonfires, all it takes it a match the light them, and the winds of doubt and negativity, the wind that represents you only fuels their flame. That's who they are, they're strong and that's what we're growing to become. We may be matches right now, but you? You don't stand a chance against the raging wild fire that we will become".
Hands settled themselves on my upper arms, dragging me away from the villain and into the secure nest between the few male students. "I'll check on sensei, just-- don't do any more reckless things".
It was then that I noticed the person that had brought me out of the danger zone was in fact, none other than Todoroki. His gaze stern and warning, daring me to step into another dangerous situation.
"You did good injuring him (Y/n), let us handle this now" Kirishima placed a reassuring hand on my back, an affirming grunt leaving Bakugo's throat, followed quickly by a bright but worried smile from Midoriya.
"Kirishima is right, he injured you really badly, we can handle this, please leave it to us" Deku's words sent a warm rush of safety through my system, silently and pridefully, I resigned myself and allowed them to take control in my place.
The U.S.J building was unrecognizable by the time the battle had ended.
Part of the rood collapsed in on itself at the force All Might used to expel Nomu from the building, the cement flooring ripped up and dispersed in multiple pieces ranging in size. Police and Pro Heroe's swarmed the sight, Aizawa was carried off in a stretcher and before I knew it I was sitting in the back of an ambulance, my injured arm being inspected.
The events that passed had happened all too quickly and yet went on for far too long. The villains had made their escape once Nomu had been defeated, the unconscious majority taken into custody and speedily taken down to the police station, that including Nomu.
Recovery Girl had arrived to the scene to tend to the bigger emergencies, planting a kiss of Aizawa's forehead to keep him stable enough for the surgery he would need later. It was approximately half an hour before she made her way around to me, a grimace on her face as she inspected the injury on my arm "just like Shota's injury" she sighed and shook her head.
"Such a terrifying quirk" she mumbled, voice kind and warming as she planted a gentle kiss to the revealed muscle. A cooling relief flushed through my system as the pain ebbed away, though the severe wound could not be completely healed by the kiss alone, the slightest removal of pain was more than welcomed.
My arm was quickly sanitized and wrapped with gauze and safety pinned into place. Recovery Girl's touch lingered, my hand settled in her much smaller once, the expression on her usually bubbly face was grim and somewhat unreadable.
"Midoriya told me what you did while I was healing him" she mumbled.
I snagged my lower lip between my teeth, gaze glaring into my lap as I awaited the scolding of a lifetime.
"What you did was very brave, but please, never do it again. At least not until you're a pro"
My gaze lifted to the eyes behind her goggles, it was clear she had seen this a lot, injuried not fit for a young teen. And it was clear that it grew harder and harder for her to cope seeing kids in pain.
"...I can't promise that" my whisper left my lips before I had a moment to consider them.
The was a moment's pause, before a low chuckle escaped her and her free, glove covered hand, gently pat the palm of mine.
"I wouldn't expect any less from a hero in training" she sighed as she released my hand and allowed me to inspect the tight bandage.
My gaze returned to her once more.
give me enough just to keep me alive
I try to run but it hurts everytime
Nothing I can do to save my soul
With the thick mud caking the soles of my boots, the only thing keeping me from sinking or slipping and colliding into one of the protruding roofs was the tight grip on my upper arm. His left hand radiated with warmth as he clutched onto me tightly.
Dual coloured eyes rested upon my own before quickly darting away, cool and calculating, he scanned the area behind me. "We're not alone" he whispered, strong hands gentle in their movements as he tugged me up and towards him, my feet finding semi solid ground, enough for me to stand without slipping.
"It seems that villain's quirk is a warp of some kind" his voice had stooped to a quiet whisper, eyes never coming to a stop as he observed our surroundings. No doubt he could feel the presence of the various enemies stationed around the land slide area, hiding themselves behind protruding buildings and other such rubble. "My guess is he separated us in order to take us out easier, no doubt he thought one of these climates would work against us somehow", Todoroki's quick overview on the situation and all too serious tone wasn't too surprising to me.
The male was known as one of the more serious of the class, perhaps it was because he had yet to open up to us, or perhaps this was just how he was. Brushing the theories towards the back of my mind, I implored myself to focus on the seriousness of the situation.
"Are we the only students in this area?" I whispered.
"I landed on the other side of the area, I haven't come across anyone else as of yet so I can only assume" he mumbled in response "we can't converse like this, or else they'll suspect that we have caught on". He cleared his throat before speaking up "I'm so glad to see you're okay" his voice echoed slightly as he elevated his voice loud enough that the various villains dotted around us would be able to hear with ease.
"I was so worried" his eyes that had not stopped scanning the area around us finally settled on my form, intense and focused, urging me to play along. l was quick to follow "I was so scared" my voice came out choked, trembling in fear that our lie might be easily uncovered. Raising my arms, I slowly looped them around his neck, urging him to lean down slightly to meet my height.
His form tensed beneath my touch, muscles going rigid, it was clear then that this was a type of physical contact that was estranged to him. With my head resting on his shoulder, this allowed an even quieter conversation, guaranteeing the fact that the villains surrounding us wouldn't hear, "play along" I whispered, voice barely audible. Realization flashed actoss his face, disappearing as quickly as it came. Surprisingly gentle arms came to wrap around my waist, clothed limbs barely brushing against the bare skin of my back, as though he was afraid to touch me.
"They're getting closer, they must think they're going to catch us off guard" Todoroki whispered, warm breath brushing the short hairs by the back of my neck, "how can you tell?" was my reply, eyes glanced to the side, catching sight of the short red locks, tapering off behind the male's ear. "They keep peeking out behind the buildings, they're not very smart".
I resisted giving a snort of amusement, hiding a chortle against his shoulder "they're coming, don't move" I kept myself steeled against him. His gentle arms tightened around my midriff, holding me against him protectively, his left hand radiating warmth as it pressed to the small of my back, his right arm uncoiling itself from around my form. A sudden blast of cold air swirled itself around me, air turning a misty white as it shifted to freezing temperatures. Pressed against his right side, warmth permeated my skin, protecting me from the biting cold that expelled from his right hand.
The sounds of pained yelps and the crackling of hardening ice echoed around me, only when Todoroki's left arm loosened around me, did I turn around. Trailing from Todoroki's right foot was a plane of ice, the lower half of the mud slide taken over my solid water, dotting the trail were half a dozen villains, frozen in mid action, some caught in a running pose, other mid attack.
Only one person, the villain closest to us was partly revealed, ice slowly inching up towards his face, expression pained and fear filled. Stepping around me, Todoroki walked slow, and intimidatingly to the victim of his capture. The villain struggled, grunting as he attempted to break free of the ice, the coating over his skin too thick to crack. Toe to toe with the villain in question, thin eyebrows furrowed in anger and distaste, Todoroki's eyes narrowed as he cast his gaze upon the man opposing us.
"What is your plan? Why have you come here?" his voice was rough, demanding answers, even standing behind his defensive stance, I found the small hairs on my arms raise to stand on end.
"I'm--" the villain grunted in pain, chin tilting back as the ice inched closer towards his face "I'm not telling you anything, kid" he huffed, his voice was strained, the veins in his neck visible under the cloudy ice. That clearly wasn't a good idea, Todoroki's reaction was less than positive, his right hand raising, icy mist rolling from his palm in waves. The villain's eyes widened in horror as the sudent's hand grew ever closer towards his face.
"I'll give you another chance to tell me before the ice encases you entirely, and I hope you understand that the ice constricting the rest of your body is slowly cutting off your circulation, I will give you another chance and decrease the amount of ice enough for you to be able to feel your limbs on the condition that you tell us what you know"
Todoroki's threat was chilling, a hard shadder rolling down my spine at the thought of something so fear inducing being directed towards myself. The villain's eyes widened, fluttering due to the pain that was taking over his numbing body, he ground his teeth, jaw muscles flexing before the expression on his fell into one of defeat. His eyes fell closed and he took a deep breath, coming out in a puff of white mist "okay, I'll tell you, I didn't sign up for this kind of thing" he grumbled.
The villain took his time spilling the plan, at any note of deceit, a simple swipe of the hand from Todoroki had the older male flinching back in fear. He was quick to retell all the details that would assist us in taking down the head of this group. Todoroki held true to his promise, right palm pressing to the ice that coated the male's chest, steam poured out of the small gap between his hand and the ice, the villain's feet surrounded by a small puddle in a matter of minutes.
However Todoroki stopped once the ice had thinned roughly an inch, providing enough space for the villain's blood to flow at a slightly more regular rate, but less than the villain had been expecting. Enough to keep his toes in tact, but little enough to provide a dull ache.
Once Todoroki lowered his hand and moved to step around the villain, fear and anger became apparent on his face "h-hey! Get back here kid! This wasn't the deal!" he stammered shakily, a deep sigh left the hero in training, turning his body half way, right foot sliding behind him to send an icy glare the villain's way.
"The deal was that I would allow the blood to reach your extremities, not to release you, cooperative or not, you are still a villain"
The dual coloured male's steps as he walked away were strong and determined, calculating as he scaled his way down the ice with ease. The villain's eyes turned to me, wide with desperation as he knew there was no hope in convincing boy to release him.
"Come on little lady, help a guy out? I won't attack you, I won't attack anyone! I'll quit being a villain! Just get me out of here" he sputtered, voice chatching in his throat as he called out to me eagerly. Todoroki stopped in his tracks, turning to look over his shoulder at me, obviously having heard despite the hushed whispers.
As Todoroki took a step towards us, I rose my hand, pausing him in his trek, I turned to look at the villain "don't think for a second that just because I'm not the one that put you there, means I'm weak willed enough to let you out". The villain's eyebrows shot up towards his hair line at the harsh tone in my voice "the fact you even considered committing yourself to this kind of cause and attempted to attack and bunch of teens whose only crime is wishing for a better life for the general population, only proves how much of a detestable person you are".
The spaces between my words grew shorter, and before I knew it, I was approaching the villain, brows furrowed in anger and determination. I found my breath leaving me in short pants, clouding at the drop in temperature "you may have a little light at the end of the tunnel for spilling the info, but I'll be damned if I let you think that you deserve the slightest bit of pity from me or anyone else for that matter. You will wait there and you will be thankful that you didn't end up like your comrades".
Marking the end of my sentence, I stepped towards Todoroki, taking his offered hand as I struggled to keep my footing on the ice beneath my feet. I blocked out the loud curses the villain threw at us as we made our way down the mud slide, passing various frozen bodies before finally reaching the stable ground.
It was only when we were on the gorund did we see the extent of the damage caused, an inumerable amount of lower level villains lie unconscious on the floor, the few that were conscious simply groaned in agony. In the centre of all the chaos, was Aizawa Sensei, his hair defying gravity as the long scruffy strands rose to stand atop his head, irises glowing red, his body was battered and bruised, coated in blood, it was hard to discern whether it was his or not.
Surrounding him were a hoard of villains, anger soaring to avenge their fallen comrades, quirks were activated and quickly blocked by Aizawa's own. But from the sight of the Pro Hero, it was clear that he was growing more tired as the villains continued coming for him. Barely getting a moment to rest as more and more of them threw themselves at him. Even from the distance Todoroki and I stood from him, we could see the twitch of his eyelids through the fight, how they begged to close for a simple second - yet he knew that if he relaxed for even a moment, the villain's would take advantage of his fatigue and pounce.
"Sensei" I breathed out, stomach turning with pity as he forced to take on multiple villains at once, "we have to hel--" from the corner of my eye, at the furthest distance from us, was a flash of blue and green.
Brows furrowed in confusion, I turned my gaze to focus on the figure "is that...?" Todoroki started, not a few moments later a flash of red and black rushed to the scene of the fight to stand by the green and blue figure. Midoriya, Bakugo and Kirishima stood by a weak Aizawa, his hair finally falling down to his shoulders as the appearance of the students caught the villains off guard, enough to give him a moment to relax.
"Let's join them, shall we?"
We had sprinted as quick as we could towards the scene, Todoroki ran ahead of me, taking out any villains that turned to fight us along the way. It was only when we skidded to a stop by Aizawa's side could we really see how bad the damage to his body was. The skin on one of his forearms had appeared to have hardened and peeled away to reveal the muscle beneath in the flesh.
Blood poured from a gash by his hair line, his nose and mouth also seeping with the red fluid. He panted shakily, body hunched over in a vain attempt to soften the pain "get back to Thirteen" his voice was quiet, strained but desperate. "This isn't the place for wannabe heroes to try and prove themselves!" as his volume increased, he keeled over slightly, a mouthful of blood was spewed onto the floor.
Midoriya placed a gentle hand on his back to coax the fluid out of his lungs, only for his hand to be slapped away "this isn't a drill, these guys are the real deal and I will not allow you to put your lives on the line like this"
"Sorry Sensei" Kirishima spoke up, "but at this point I don't think we really have a choice".
Our conversation was cut short as a loud, intimidatingly deep cackle rang over our heads "as touching as this reunion is, there are more pressing matters at hand, no?". Our attention was drawn away from Aizawa, and to a villain standing in middle of the pile of his group members' bodies. I quickly recognized the male as the first villain to step out of the 'portal'. He was most likely the brains behind this attack, as far as I could tell, behind him stood a creature I had never seen before.
Towering over the rest of us, muscles bulging and skin tinted a deep blue, lines of blood red patterned down his skin. Around the lower half of his face was a beak like mouth guard, jaws open to reveal sharp pointed teeth and a tongue, long and incessantly shifting. In place of a scalp, was a glass like dome, the clear view of the pinkened flesh of it's brain almost made bile rise to my throat in disgust.
"Who are you?! Why are you doing this?!" Midoriya called out, voice strained as he pushed through his obvious fear. The villain with many hands, placed them on his hips, head tilting slightly as he let out a quiet sigh "Kurogiri, what are these students doing here?".
It was a mere second before the purple fog of a figure appeared behind him "it appears they defeated those low level villains after I was forced to separate them" glowing yellow eyes narrowed upon our forms as the mass spoke low, pausing slightly between each word to add an emphasis on his frustration.
The white haired male clicked his tongue behind the palm of his 'mask' in clear distaste "and All Might isn't here yet?" the tone in his voice was that of boredom and exasperation, clearly unhappy that All Might wasn't here as they had planned. "We should get Nomu to kill them, and draw All Might out of hiding" he broke off into a cackle. Insanity lined the bubbles of his laughter, eyes wide through the fingers of his mask.
"That would be unwise, Shigaraki, he would not be happy if we used Nomu for anything unnecessary"
At Kurogiri's scolding words, Shigaraki let out a frustrated grunt, huffing as he straightened himself up "fine, I'll just kill them off myself". The villain stepped towards us slowly, but I found myself frozen in my boots. The eyes peering through the shadows behind the fingers of his mask met mine, wide in a maniacal manner, no trace of what left him human remained. The air around us grew cold with an unfamiliar chill, different to that of Todoroki's quirk. It was the chill and spine shuddering atmosphere of blood thirsty intent.
Aizawa, even in his fatigued state, cried out. Dark, blood shot eyes glowing a bright red, his hair rising quickly to stand above his head. The bandages around his neck lifted and separated, floating and moving as though it had a mind of it's own.
"Ah" Shigaraki paused, hand falling limp to his side, his eyes narrowed and I felt a sudden shoot of fear spike through me at his obvious anger. He clicked his tongue "Nomu" he called out, voice scratching in his throat as his hands balled up at his sides, twitching as though he was desperately holding himself back.
"Shigaraki" Kurogiri's tone was threatening, as if warning him of something that I couldn't quite place.
"Shut up! I know!"
"Oi, you sure do have balls to talk among yourselves in front of us like that" I could hear the anger dripping from Bakugo's voice.
"Bakugo don't" Aizawa's voice was just as threatening.
"Get rid of the pests Nomu".
The dark blue beast behind the villain's perked up from his slouched position, jaw parting slightly as though the order had brought it to attention. A single step had the floor beneath us vibrating, long tongue unfolding form the creature's mouth, wide, bulging eyes rolling back into it's head as it reared his head and let out an ugly, ear piercing cry. I slapped my hands over my ears, eyes squeezing closed.
The wind that rushed forward from behind me caused my hair to blow into my face, the unexpected gust of wind causing my eyes to peek open. Aizawa sprinted forward, slower than he had been in the beginning, his exhaustion showing in his performance.
The events that passed happened in the blink of an eye and yet felt agonizingly slow. Aizawa, even with his quirk activated, was grasped by Nomu. Large, claw tipped fingers wrapping around his head, Aizawa dangled in his grip as though weightless, the mindless beast lifted his arm, our teacher's feet slipping off of the ground. I could feel my stomach contents rising to my throat as I watched, with a strong hand and a heavy grip, Aizawa was slammed back into the ground.
The cement beneath him cracked, breaking off into a multitude of fragments, the loud sound of cracking permeated the gaps between my fingers and into my ears. I was scared to determine whether it was the crack of the cement, or the crack of Aizawa's bones as Nomu cotinued to slam the hero's face into the ground, even as he went limp.
The beast stopped on command, hand still pressed to the back of the raven haired male's skull. The thought that this was the simple, sheer strength of the creature was enough to make me gag in itself. Shigaraki waved the beast aside, it obeyed, stepping back and slouching over once more. The villain's vein covered hand reached down to slip through the messy tresses of black hair, gripping tightly. Slowly, the villain pulled the teacher's head up.
I turned on my heel, reaching out to grip Kirishima's arm for support as I doubled over, taking hard jagged breaths as I struggled to keep the bile down. A gentle hand pressed to my back in an attempt to soothe me, I didn't care to find out who it was.
The person that lay in a small pool of their own blood and a pile of rubble was hardly identifiable, not an inch of unharmed skin, not a hint of flesh not stained with blood. It was hard to believe that was our teacher, that that was a Pro Hero.
A loud boom and an erruption of smoke from the entrance of the dome was the only thing that could distract me from the sound of Aizawa's blood dripping from his broken face onto the broken floor.
"There's no need to fear"
I could feel the hair on my arms raise to stand on end, nausea forgotten in that moment as my head turned quick enough for me to feel the familiar twinge of whiplash in the back of my neck.
I almost dared to let out a breath of relief, and yet the uncomfortable coiling in the base of my spine didn't go away.
"Because I am here!"