MHA/BNHA Stories.

Sanity.

Long nimble fingers raked through your hair. Fingertips rubbed your scalp, it didn't matter how long or short your hair was, to him it was perfect. You were perfect.

"You're being so good today. I wonder why that is." His voice was calm, his movements slow and gentle, the complete opposite of when he had first taken you.

No answer was given, you had learned, rather quickly, that back sass would get you nowhere. It would only land you in his other chair, the one with the spikes.

"I think we should grow your hair out. I just love the feel of it." Tsunagu said while placing a kiss to the top of your head. Your body relaxed under his touch, which pleased the pro hero.

"If you keep this up you'll earn a reward."

"A reward?"

"Yes, anything you'd like, besides the obvious."

Asking for freedom won't work. However, if I ask to go out he'll let me go but not alone. How can I escape? Why did this even happen to me?

Thinking back to that fateful day, you hadn't the foggiest idea of what would happen. It was a normal day, the weather was wonderful. The streets weren't crowded, and you had scored a seat with your favorite stylist. This was a rare treat, getting your hair done, cut, styled, what have you. (Yes, eyebrows count too.)

As you enjoyed the nice breeze, you sighed, with a day like today, what could go wrong? (Oh if only you knew.)

Calmly making it to your destination, you stepped inside of the cozy salon. Immediately you were greeted by a new greeter, they smiled at you and showed you to a seat. Letting you know that your Stylist would be with you shortly.

About five mintues later you heard a bell chime, letting everyone know that someone had entered. A loud gasp, followed by high pitched squealing could be heard. The Fiber Hero, Best Jeanist had just sashayed into the place. Of course, the blond wasn't in his normal hero costume but there was no mistaking that build. Tall and slim, one green eye could be seen, icon locks swept to the left, covering the other eye.

You, however, didn't know who had came in. You were busy relaxing as your hair was being washed, scalp slightly massaged as well. (A scalp and forehead massage for those of you getting your eyebrows done.) Happy little noises slipped from your lips. No one could hear them though, at least that's what you thought.

Nonetheless, someone did hear you, that someone being the pro himself. Forest optics flickered toward your direction discreetly. Smiling, though they couldn't see it, at the hyperactive greeter, Hakamada made his way over to his normal Stylist.

The older woman smiled at him before taking her employee aside. Most likely to chastise them for being unprofessional.

Settling down, Best Jeanist simply went about his business. Enjoying his own personal spa day. "Mmm, that feels nice." You muttered, eyes closed, as the hairstylist worked his magic. Your voice grabbed Hakamada's attention.

A soft chuckle was heard, this made you peek over to your right. Sitting there with his hair a bit wild, thanks to the blow dryer, was the number three hero. This shocked you, it showed on your face, which only made the green eyed man grin.

"Yes, I too like to have a bit of a personal day." He lifted a long slender finger up to his pale kissers, making a shh gesture, and winked. "It's our secret, okay?"

Laughing a bit you agreed. From there you two started chatting. Though it was mostly Tsunagu speaking. Once you were all done, you said your goodbyes, and went to the register to pay, only to be stopped.

Not by any of the workers or Best Jeanist, though he did want to pay for you. An unknown man stopped you by grabbing you from behind. It was a junky, he stumbled into the shop, eyes wide, clearly high on something. The pink-haired man demanded that no one move or he'd gut you like a fish.

His movements were sloppy, he was jumpy as well, the slightest thing would set him off. You were freaking the fuck out. Why was this happening? Was the universe out to get you for having a grand day?

Tsunagu told everyone to listen to the stranger, give him what he wanted. No one was to play hero. This unnerved the criminal, how did this guy, that looked oddly familiar, know what he was going to say. That's when it clicked, that was a pro hero, he needed to get out of there, and fast.

Taking you hostage, the junky hastily left, not taking anything from the register. You were forced to move along, no one helped you, though you clearly were in distress. Turning into a closed off area, you were starting to think the worst was going to happen.

You were alone with your kidnapper in a construction site. The building was one of many being remodeled. Heavy panting was felt on the back of your neck. Your captor was either coming down from his high or was full of adrenaline. Judging from the hardness poking at your backside, you guessed it was the latter.

"I'm not leaving empty handed..." Hearing those words you tried to scream and fight. Kicking, biting, clawing, and you did some damage before being overpowered. Multiple strikes to your head caused you to nearly pass out. Stumbling until your back hit a wall, you slowly slid down it.

Your clothes were torn enough to expose tantalizing flesh. As you sat there, and prayed to any deity or demon that would listen. A flash of green, blond, and blue was the last thing you saw.

The feeling of someone rubbing your scalp, switching between patting and massaging it. Helped arouse you from your thirty-six hour nap. One of the first things you saw was a white ceiling. You then heard the beeping of a machine, and a soft yet husky voice speaking in your ear.

"Please wake up soon, y/n. You have to be alright."

You turned your head, a deep green gem greeted you. It was nestled within a creamy complexion, its mate covered by stylish blond locks. "Best J-"

A finger was gently placed against your lips. "Hakamada, Tsunagu Hakamada." Everything that happened slowly started floating up to the surface of your mind. "Please forgive me for not saving you sooner." His large hand had moved to hold your own.

"Thank you for saving me, Hakamada-san."

"No..."

"No?"

"Call me Tsunagu." Just then a nurse came in. "Hakamada-san, I'm here to." They stopped midsentence upon seeing you awake. "Ah, your spouse is awake. I'll go get the doctor."

"I'm not his spouse." This alarmed the nurse, you looked between the two individuals. Best Jeanist gave your hand a small squeeze. One that looked to be loving and reassuring to the onlooker. "Poor thing most had been hit harder than we thought." After saying that they left.

Tsunagu Hakamada looked you in the eyes. You could see many things in his but the one thing you couldn't see was....

Sanity.

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