QUIRKY! Vol. 2 (MHAxReader)

S3 Part 17 - It's Gone!

Spoiler ahead ⚠️ Also a bit of a filler chapter. You get a little more time with Hawks before the license exams - FINALLY 😂

You stood on a stage facing a multitude of people you had never seen before. Lights were beating down on you from the ceiling. Nothing happened yet, but you could feel the energy from every face in the room.

Fear. Excitement. Rage.

It was enough to make your body vibrate. Something big was happening. Your heart was pounding. Tears were forming in your eyes, but you still had no context for this dream.

You were afraid. You were alone. Your friends were in danger.

Where were your friends? Why were you here? You shouldn't be here. This was a mistake.

Trapped.

Trapped.

You couldn't escape now. Everyone here was an enemy.

Why did you come?

Words couldn't be translated in this dream. It was just roaring noise like ocean waves. The crowd was cheering over something. As you stood paralyzed with fear, more bodies approached the front of the stage to stand beside you.

Toga? Twice?

Toga flashed you a cheery smile. Twice was attempting to entertain the crowd with some weird guitar pose.

Compress was there too. He bowed to the roaring crowd, dropping his top hat low. Spinner didn't do anything fancy, but his eyes were filled with purpose and determination. Something that, coming from the villains, unsettled you.

You took several steps back. Four pair of eyes followed you as you retreated. Your back hit someone's chest and they held on to your shoulders with a tight grip. You could feel his dry or sarcastic comment, even if the dream wasn't allowing anyone to speak.

Dabi too?

You tore yourself away from him and finally turned around to see the rest of the stage. Several faces you didn't know, but one you definitely did.

Tomura sat on a random sofa, or throne as it were. He was in a new suit with a tie and everything. The strangest part of his ensemble was the coat with a thick fur collar.

Kind of... kingly? Or, tacky mob boss. Whichever.

He didn't sit like a king. More like a bored teenager with one arm propped on the armrest. When his one eye met yours through the embalmed hand on his face, he slowly removed it to reveal a cocky smile that spoke to you in many ways:

I told you.

I win.

He always scared you, at least a little. But there was something different about him now. He was the source of your anxiety in this moment. He was in control - of ALL of this.

No...

You had to run. But where? There was no exit from this hell.

Trapped.

You couldn't breathe. But you couldn't break down either, as badly as you wanted to. You just had to endure and embrace the reality that you lost.

Trapped.

His. Forever.

No one could stop him.