Krish: The Tortured Hero- MHA Fanfic (OC X Nejire)

Chapter 3: First Signs Of Hope

A/N: Hi everyone! Hopefully, this is out on time since I wanna make up for being late with an upload for one of my other stories, specifically Big Sis Nejire, so I wanna try and go for 2 uploads in a week, so I hope you enjoy this one!

"Did he really do that Kurogiri?"

A raspy voice filled his ears, awakening the boy from his slumber.

"Yes, Master Tomura. Although he only damaged the alleyway, it's the concentration of energy that's impressive. He completely disintegrated those street criminals, reducing them to dust. Something I'm sure you can appreciate"

The gravitas in the other voice was almost commanding, as he felt compelled to wake up.

"I think we have another person to help us with our attack"

The hint of excitement was reciprocated in Krish, as he opened his eyes.

As the dimly lit bar came into view, Krish was overpowered. The world felt 10 times heavier as the panic set in. Everything fell around him, as his vision became a blur, with the two new faces being the only thing he could see clearly. His chest tightened, almost as if a vice was contorting his heart and lungs, the overwhelming fear settling in. Everything was out of balance, as he violently shook and thrashed on the hardwood floor, his mind going haywire. His blood ran cold, as he began to shiver and hyperventilate, his breathing short and ragged. His chest rose and fell over and over, as he grabbed his head, feverishly gripping his hair, tearing a few strands out. He-

He couldn't stop it.

He started breathing faster, his heart pounding against his chest, desperate to escape.

His mind was firing off at all cylinders, fear, pain, agony, panic, confusion. All of it was killing him.
"Who are they? Why are they here? What do they want? Am I gonna die? Why am I here? How am I here? Was it them? Why? What are they gonna do? Why does everything hurt? Where is To-"

That last question tipped him over the edge, as he released a bloodcurdling scream, his throat in excruciating pain as he remembered what that devil did to him.

"Kurogiri what's happening to him?!" Shigaraki questioned, needing to raise his voice so that his partner could hear him over Krish's screaming.

"I don't know Master Tomura! I don't want to startle him, but we may need to so that he doesn't unleash that quirk of his again!" Kurogiri replied, deeply afraid of what the boy could do, seeing as he was a witness to Krish's homicide.

Shigaraki, agreeing with the violent violet void maker, slowly made his way towards the boy, flashbacks of when he was a small boy, beaten down, alone, and when someone came to help him. He felt an odd sense of responsibility, and was thus highly motivated to help Krish.

Kneeling on the floor, Shigaraki extended his arm out, touching the boy with 4 of his fingers, as well as his palm, being careful not to touch him with his thumb. 

As soon as Krish felt the contact, he flinched, screaming ceasing as he now looked straight down, like a docile cat. The blue-haired villain could tell he was still panicking internally, so he spoke to him, being the first person to do so until now.
"We're not going to hurt you kid, I promise. You don't need to be scared"

"S-su-sure you won't" Krish feebly replied, the sarcasm overpowered by his unbridled fear.

"I know you don't trust us, but I promise, okay? We even bandaged you up and changed your clothes for you." Shigaraki reassured, prompting Krish to look down.

As he did, he saw that his torn-up black and grey trainers, grey tracksuit bottoms, light blue t-shirt, and dark blue hoodie were gone, replaced with all black clothes, with black tracksuit bottoms that fitted much better than his old ones, a black t-shirt and hoodie that also felt much better quality than his prior articles of clothing, and blue trainers in the same style as the turquoise-haired tyrant.