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

Chapter 4: Falsely Following The Devil

A/N: Yes, your eyes don't deceive you. It is me, back from the dead with a double upload. And I'm finally updating this story, which I'm quite excited about! I understand that a lot of people reading this may be new, so if you want an explanation as to why I was "dead", then go to my page, and it's all there. 

But for now, I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

One week. 7 days. 168 hours. 10,080 minutes. 604,800 seconds. Of the hundreds of thousands of seconds Krish had experienced this week, it was the second that he woke up after his rampage that changed his life forever. Those kinds of life-altering seconds don't happen all the time. For the drowsy boy, it had happened 3 times, including this one. A second was all it took to make your life better or worse, it's just up to you to use it properly. That had been going through his head ever since he escaped the grasp of that monster. And he knew that there would be one more second that could change his life, and that was today. 

Today was the day he'd reluctantly join Tomura in his attack on the USJ. 

He had thought long and hard about his current situation, still doing so, as he recounted the events that had taken place over this week. 
His first 2 days were solely for rest and recovery, as he slept for 16 hours on both of those days, making up somewhat for the 4 days he was tortured. Upon waking up he immediately requested food and water, which he consumed like a madman. Surprisingly, his play-acting had fooled the devilish duo, making them believe that he was disillusioned and that he really did want to stay a part of the League Of Villains. 

The League Of Villains. What a stupid name. Announcing yourself as the one thing society hates in one fell swoop. Could they be any less discrete? And their plan was designed to fail as well. Why spend so much time collecting street villains like Krish, and having strength in numbers, when you're going up against All Might, who could take out every single one of those pathetic excuses for human beings in an instant. Other than that Nomu creature that Tomura had endlessly gone on about, no one there was a match for the Symbol Of Peace. 

It was almost like the plan was set up to fail. Maybe Tomura's "master" was someone from the hero commission? Or maybe someone from UA who had planned this from the beginning. After all, Krish knew that heroes didn't care about people or society. If they did...he wouldn't be here...

His theories were wishful thinking at best, and a cry for help at most. More likely than the heroes double-crossing these idiots, their master was just as delusional as them, or he wanted to test Tomura, and get him to learn and become better, if he didn't get caught that is. But that last scenario was far too crazy, as only a true psychopath would go that far.

Krish however physically shook his head, which was resting on a pillow, on an actual bed, inside of an actual bedroom. He truly was blessed to have this all for himself, even if it was temporary. The wooden floorboards were split and cracked, the mattress with questionable stains, the window never closed, the creaky door's sound drilled into his head, and the putrid stench filled the space. All of it was a luxury for Krish. He knew that this wasn't normal, but it was the first time he had a semi-safe floor and one that wasn't stained with his own blood. The first time he had an actual mattress and bed to sleep in. The first time he had a window in his room, and had fresh air in there for that matter.

In his situation, he couldn't have asked for more.

But now he really was getting off track, his wishful and wistful thinking getting the better of him, as he carried on recounting the events of the week. After he recovered, he learned more about the attack. He would be a lookout at the flood zone area of the USJ, just in case any students were to swim to the plaza, he would be there to scare them off. 

This benefited him greatly. Not only did he not have to do much, since he wouldn't be fighting them, but it also kept him out of sight from Tomura and Kurogiri, meaning he at least had a chance to escape. He just hoped that the villains that they had placed in the flood zone area did their job, as he didn't particularly want to fight them. His injuries were still fresh and healing, as he had replaced his bandages every night before he went to sleep, and constantly rubbed antiseptic cream over the cuts, far too paranoid of getting an infection. He hated the pain after the injuries though. He knew it well. It wasn't as intense as when he first had them inflicted upon him, but now the agony was subdued and ongoing. He knew he had to deal with it, but it was a constant annoyance, putting him in an ongoing state of anger.