Love without Boundaries: Overhaul x Hero Reader

Cursed in Weak form

** BE WARNED: THIS SCENE CONTAINS BLOOD AND VIOLENCE! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! **

     As time went on, the routine grew worse for me. The villain Toga would enter into the room each day without fail, striking me with her blade as much as possible. Even though my power could block all of her attacks, the room would somehow negate any powers I encounter when she's in there, but would reappear after she was gone. All around my body, they were covered with scratches, cuts, and stabs in certain areas that couldn't kill me. It was happening to my body for days and days, leaving me weak to get up. And on some occasion, she would verbally tell me things that were not true, forcing me to fight back, and once tried to change my beliefs of being a hero.

     But those attacks would never stop me from giving myself up to them and getting myself out of here. After she leaves and my powers return, I use one of my spells called rejuvenation, allowing my body to return to its former glory. Then, when the opportunity opens up, I try to absorb all of my magic to call for help to someone so when they open the portal again, it'll try to go through to anyone.

     One day, while she was absorbing all my blood left from my body, she kicked me towards the other side of the room, making me feel the aches and pains left from me.

"Why don't you give yourself up, hero?!" Toga teased viciously, "you know nothing about us villains! You say you want to be a hero that will stop us, but you haven't put a scratch on me yet!"
"I don't need to..." I replied, as I slowly get up, "If I fight...just to...spite you...then I'm no hero."

     Without another word that could escape, Toga kicked my face towards the side and I started to fall, with a black wound on my body. As she laughed maniacally, I tried to get up.

"Only fools would think like that." Toga replied. "Besides, Overhaul would agree to that."

     Hearing his name started to boil through my veins completely. No one should ever talk bad about him, even if he is a villain.

"Oh? Did that name strike a nerve to you?"

     I rose up with rage boiled up in my heart. My power started to surge, allowing my body to rejuvenate on command.

"Don't you dare bring him into this!"

     With all the power I can muster, I ran towards Toga with my fist and started to attack. While she missed every punch, Toga did feel the remains of my power getting stronger when he was involved. Suddenly, just when I thought I was winning, she pulled me down, trapping my movements.

"I knew it! You're in love with him!"

I stopped, listening to her words.
Me? In love with him?
Am I though?
I constantly remind myself he's a villain.
But no matter what I do, I can't help protecting him.
Is it really?

"I know exactly what that feels like: you want to know everything that is about them, then you try to change your point of view just so you can understand them, only to end up exactly like them. It won't be long now until you end up like us: villains, with a crazy point of view and power like no one's ever going to see!"

     With all my might, I pushed her off of me with one of my spells, leaving the knife away from her.

"I'll never end up like you maniacs!"

     Toga was prepared to strike until I was close to death, but was stopped immediately, when Kurogiri stood right between us with his mist.

"Himiko Toga, it would be wise for you to leave at once. Tomura Shigaraki would like to have a word with you about phase 2."
"Aw, but I was having so much fun! Oh well, see you tomorrow, sweet cheeks."

     Right when the portal started to disappear, I pushed all my absorbed spell and tossed it to the warp. Most of my magic made it through, but it only went through like a mist.  With little amount of energy left, I laid down on the ground, trying to breathe as much as possible.

"There... I did it!" I said, taking deep breaths. "Please... reach for help!"

     As tired as I was, my eyes started to fall towards a deep slumber, dreaming of someone I can see. I couldn't remember the words that I said to that person, but it felt real.

     The following morning, as I rose up from the ground, the portal opened up the last time. Instead of Toga preparing to strike first, there was another person on the side. He wore a strange mask on his face, a top hat, and a colorful coat to go along with his personality.

"Today's the day," she chuckled with a smile, "Looks like you're ready for Phase 2!"
"Phase 2? What's Phase 2?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out!"

     With all her crazy speed, she starts to cut and scrape deeper than before. It was starting to hurt more and more of my body. Even the power I had from before wasn't recovered enough to create a rejuvenation spell on the spot. Trying to back away from her, I noticed the person, who was still standing near the portal. He didn't move from that spot and was holding a blue orb, aiming right towards me. Just as I finally dodged her attack, he threw the orb right to my body. As soon as his finger's snapped, the orb disappeared, but a small red bullet shot towards the back part of my heart. I fell towards the corner of the room, feeling like I was in constant pain. In such aching pain, I cried as my power and form started to transform to its original form. The beautiful figure that I proudly accepted vanished out of thin air. A little devilish horn grew small on the side of my face. The beautiful pink hair faded into an ugly shade of gray. The eyes which were gold and full of hope was suddenly turned brown and full of fear. I looked towards the mirror when all was said and done, but the fear returned to me fast as the wind could handle.

"No...no..." I whispered.

     In desperation, I started to use all of my magic to return, but nothing was coming out. I couldn't use my magic, not even my spells were appearing in my head. I tried to sprout out my wings, no results came out. Realizing I had just became quirkless, tears started to fall from my eyes. I knew I never wanted to face it, but it happened. I had returned into the form I never wanted to see again. The weakest form I never want to encounter again. The real me. My cursed form.