Silver Skies // BNHA OC

I Fear That the Days All Blur Together

It seemed that Mikutori and the Nomu had arrived to a completely new location, the Nomu dropping Mikutori head-first on a hardwood floor before disappearing back into the purple mist.

Mikutori pressed herself up to her hands and knees, clenching her eyes shut for a moment before looking up, seeing a variety of villains in front of her. She was immediately dragged up and placed into a big chair, restraints being placed around her. Her balance was completely off, her feet stumbling as she was pulled up from the ground, her left ankle screaming in pain.

They clasped her hands down to the arms of the chair, her ankles on the legs. They seemed to be completely ignoring her injuries at the moment. A weird small cube-shaped cage was brought forth, the box opening up on hinges to clasp around her head. The wires were thin but strong, woven tightly together leaving only small spaces between the bars. The cage had an open circle at the bottom that circled her neck, the metal pressing tightly into her skin, a large lock hanging from the bottom like a glorified dog tag.

The head-cage was shut and locked with a large click, Mikutori wincing at the pinching at the skin on her neck. The thought of them restricting her quirk clicked into her ringing head, the weight of the metal cage pulling her head down to fall against her chest, the straps crossing her chest keeping her from completely falling forward.

Mikutori looked to her left, where the same was happening to a very shocked Bakugo. He looked at her, eyes wide, and she stared back, her eyes fading from their glowing blue. She was too far away from the feather to control it any longer.

Large restraints were put on Bakugo's hands, along with straps around his body, securing him to the chair similar to how Mikutori was being bound.

Throughout this, Mikutori could barely hear a thing, the throbbing in her leg and ringing in her ears overpowering the muffled noise from the background. She was definitely not focused enough to pay attention to words like she usually did, especially not now, without any hearing aids to help her.

Mikutori returned her gaze to the floor, eyes struggling to stay open after the amount of blood she had lost, along with the heavy weight around her head. Her hands, while bound to the chair, were frantically moving, making separated signs, fingers flicking around in an attempt to form words. It was hard when they couldn't interact together, but it was all she could do not to freak out even more than she was.

Some of the sporadic words included 'out', 'help', and 'villain', among others. She was very terrified, and couldn't do much about hiding it.

Wanting Bakugo was obvious, his explosive and angry personality made him seem the best choice to become a villain. Mikutori internally smirked at that for a fleeting moment, knowing that if they were trying to switch Bakugo to the dark side, they might as well give up now. Bakugo was far too tenacious and confident in his dream to become the number one hero, so he would never become a villain, especially not after being kidnapped by them.

Mikutori's mind flickered to why they would want her, her mind immediately jumping to all of the people that immediately avoided her after finding out what her quirk did; she had a stereotypical villain's quirk, so they probably thought they could use her for intimidation or interrogation, or probably even distraction. She was determined not to become what people said she was, so they would never succeed in making her switch sides.

They stayed like that for the rest of the night, Mikutori keeping her head down, slipping in and out of consciousness. It was highly probable that she had a concussion from how hard her head hit the ground.

Bakugo appeared uninjured, so he remained awake the entire time, watching over the unconscious gray-feathered avian girl next to him. Her head seemed to have stopped bleeding, and her ankle was turning a terrible dark purple color.