||Fault Line|| Boku no hero academia x Male Reader

Chapter 4 : Sandstorm
(M/N) POV
I felt myself running through cold dead leaves in the moist morning air that settled around me. Wearing nothing but a hospital gown, I leapt across the fallen logs and stumps the sprawled themselves out on the ground. My bare feet beat the ground in swift hast getting away from my pursuers that quickly followed. The beaten and damaged limbs were held close to my chest to avoid making any contact whatsoever.
The sight of the forest was still burned in my mind and I was to never forget it. I continue to search for some form of freedom to no avail. All efforts I made felt futile because I was always caught by the preacher. My legs wanted to give out by I knew it was not a time for weakness. I must persevere.
My heart beat like a drum against my ears and my breath had become so quick that it was barely effective getting me oxygen. I ducked into an large opening of a dead tree. It was so dark I couldn’t see my own hands in front of me. Then I felt like something was touching my back. It felt human like but it was cold and wet. Slowly I turned my head and was met face to face with a rotting corpse. We were about ten centimeters apart and I could smell the death that lingered from him.
I couldn’t help but let out a scream of pure terror as I backed out of the crevice. Trying to get away from the smell of rot I turned and met with another corpse. Strung up in the trees with barbed wire with the word ‘sinner’ carved into its stomach. I had no voice as I stared at the body with complete and utter terror.
I woke up in my dorm breathless from the nightmare, more like memory. I got up from bed and put a canvas on the stand that was in the corner of my room. I began to paint the terror that was my nightmare onto the canvas. As I painted I felt my pain start to fade away and my breath to return to its normal speed.
Taking a step back I looked at the picture is saw the stump I hid in. The corpse was immersed in the dark coloring so it was not visible. I knew what hid in these paintings. All these paintings had death and terror tide to them. The only thing I got from these pictures were a quick release and pain.
I put the paints and brushes away after I cleaned. Once the painting dried I covered it with the tarp and got ready for school. It was six o’clock so I had enough time to get breakfast and head to class without having to talk to anyone about yesterday’s events. I pulled out my phone and put in the earphones and looked for some music to calm my nerves. I settled on an Oh Wonder album and put one earphone in.
Exciting my room I looked out the window in the hall and noticed that it was raining. No, it was storming, heavily. The rain was beating down so strong that it could be heard over my music. I stood in front of the window and watched the rain and thought of how much I enjoyed it. The idea of all of yesterday being washed away by water and wind was very calming.
Suddenly a large hand rested on my shoulder and I looked to see it was Mezou Shouji. “I hope you are okay. You made quite the scene yesterday.” He said in his deep calming voice.
“I’m sorry if I lost it a little bit.”
He pats my head with one of his many hands and chuckles at what I said. “Is there something funny?” I asked.
“Yes, you feeling the need to apologize for acting human. We all get emotional from time to time and it’s healthy to let it out sometime.” He says.
“But I could’ve hurt someone. I could’ve hurt Todoroki. Or even everyone.” I reply with remorse. I don’t have a good grasp of my emotions or quirk. I am only 15, but I still have a quirk that can do a lot of damage with the littlest things. If I lose control like I did the first time. Everything could be ruined.
“But you didn’t, which proves a lot on how you control yourself. What I’m trying to say is that you’re fine. A lot of us are still perfecting and getting a handle on our quirks, You are not alone here.” I felt a pit my stomach close when I heard this. That was what I always feared. Being completely and utterly alone. Being pushed and left aside. Forgotten and in the end never really mattered.
This was what I was always told growing up. That I meant nothing and if I did it was evil. Hearing that I wasn’t alone meant the world to me and those are the exact words I was told. There might be a storm outside but I felt like something cleared up.
“We are your friends, and we are here to listen if you need us.” Mezou said.
I patted his and and smiled up at him, obviously he was taller than me. “Thank you.” I said to him. After a moment or so I walked away. I took a breath and knocked on the door in front of me. Opening up the door, I was met with Todoroki.
“(M/N)?” He was in the middle of getting dressed as he had on most of his uniform on, all but his jacket.
“I forgive you.” I said sternly. He looked at me in shock and asked why shortly after.
“Because, I know how guilt can settle in your stomach and eat you up from the inside and I don’t want you to feel that way. So, I forgive you.” His expression was still shocked.
“You don’t have to if I really hurt you.” He said.
“If I don’t it will only end up hurting me in the end.” I say.
I turned around and began to walk away until he called out my name.
“Thank you.”
“...No problem.” I walk away and go to get breakfast.
School ended up getting canceled because of the storm and everyone was taking shelter in the lounge including me. We all sat together and talked about each other, well I listened. Tenya formally introduced me to his friends Izuku and Ochako. They both congratulated me on winning the battle royal even if I made a little scene. I talked with them for about thirty minutes until the dreaded question was asked.
“Hey (M/N), why do you always wear those gauntlets?” Kaminari asked.
“Yeah, you never seem to take them off.” Kirishima added.
“Medical reasons.” Was all I said.
“What kind of medical reasons?” Bakugou asked, “And why did Recovery Girl have to check on them.”
“It’s nothing I promise.” I say trying to calm the questions down.
“It’s okay to tell us (M/N). We won’t judge you or anything.” Kirishima says.
“Guys can we just…” I stopped and took a breath. Then I got up and went to the boy’s bathroom only to be followed by Bakugou. Right as I got in the bathroom the power went out and it was pitch black. I started to panic not liking to be in dark enclosed places.
I couldn’t find the door but I knew that Bakugou had come into the bathroom with me. He let out a few explosions and looked at me shocked. “(M/N), why are you crying?” he asked me. I looked in the mirror and saw that I was crying. Without answering Bakugou’s question I balled up and dug my face in my knees. I felt him hover over in confusion questioning what to do.
I got up slowly and grabbed his hand which alarmed him for a second until he saw the look on my face and knew it was all right. “I want to show you something.” I say to him. I led him back to my door hand in hand I could feel my gauntlets heat up as he wanted to blow up my hand and walk away, but he didn’t. He let me lead him to my room.
He was quiet as I placed a covered canvas on the stand. He stayed quiet when I uncovered it and lit the room with a lantern. We sat together on the bed and stared at the painting of the prison cell that I was held in, but he didn’t know that. The room was quiet for a while but Bakugou was the one to break the silence.
“(M/N), whose cell is that?” He asked in a quiet calm voice, so calm I was surprised it was his voice.
“Mine.” I answered.
“Why were you in a cell?” He asked still in a calm voice but a confused one.
“I never knew.” After that silence engulfed us again. Bakugou stared at the painting with deeper intent. I pulled out my phone a started to play the same Oh Wonder album out loud not liking the silence. I slowly rested my head on Bakugou’s shoulder which he didn’t protest to. I slowly started to drift into sleep as the music played.
Bakugou POV
Mr. Earthquake fell asleep on my shoulder but I didn’t care, I was too busy staring at the painting of the cell. He said it was his and he didn’t know why he was kept in it. Why would someone just lock someone up for no reason? Was it because his parents? Does he even know his parents? I’m mean he knows who his parents were but did he ever meet them?
Slowly I laid (M/N) down on his bed and walked around his dorm. Nothing out of the ordinary, just art and school supplies with some dirty clothes here and there. I was drawn to his desk where a black sketchbook laid. I sat down at the table and looked at it before deciding to open it. They were nice sketches with well shading and clean lines.
They seemed to be nothing but trees and forest but close to the end there these weird tools in an even weirder room. There were more and more room the more I turned into it and they just started to get plain creepy. The images were so realistic that it felt like a black and white image.
I heard (M/N) start to turn in his sleep. When I turned to look at him he was covered in sweat and breathing heavily. His face contorted into one of discomfort and started to moan in pain. Worried I quickly got up and went over to him kneeling down next to his bed. I shook him awake and was a little taken back when his eyes opened.
He breathed like he just ran a marathon and looked like it to. In the short time I paid no attention him he had what seemed to be a panic attack. “What the hell was that?” I asked him. He rubbed his temples and looked back at me.
“Just a nightmare, a really bad nightmare. I haven’t slept in like four days. Or at all really.” he said really nonchalantly.
“What the hell do you mean you haven’t slept at all?!” I asked him. How the hell can someone not sleep for four day?
“Nightmares, night terrors, panic attacks, they all seem to come around when I close my eyes.” He said as he rubbed his arm. Looked at him for a moment before deciding on what to do. Without any warning to him I got on the bed with him and pulled him into my arms. In seconds we were spooning which made me red in the face. Thank god he was the little spoon.
“What are you doing?” He asked blatantly confused. I cleared my throat trying to say my reason without coming off embarrassed.
“I-I read that holding someone while they sleep helps them sleep if they have a history of panic attacks. So hurry up and get some fucking sleep already.” I say to him.
He smiles slightly as he starts to hug the pillow in front of him. “Thank you, Bakugou.”
“Shut the fuck up...Katsuki.”
“What?”
“You can call me Katsuki.”
“Oh, well you can call me (M/N) if you’d like.”
“Cool…”
And with that (M/N) was out like a light. He looked so peaceful when he doesn’t look like he’s dying. This explains why he has so many dark bags under his eyes. His eyes. I don’t know if I imagined or not but I swear. For a split second.
His eyes.
Were completely BLACK.