Take my hand (Shigaraki x Reader)

Take my hand

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A bright Sunday morning in September, it had been raining for days. Y/n hasn't been able to leave the house, anymore of this and you were going to lose it. Days stuck in the house meant days without coffee. God your head hurt. "Geez y/n, you really do have a caffeine addiction. Pathetic." Laughing to yourself, wincing in pain as you did.

You went about your morning routine, without coffee. That's what you get for being lazy, first world problems. "What freakin time is it, and why is it still so dark" Yanking back the blinds in your apartment, letting the sun rays grace you with it's presence. Much better.

You let out a yawn and stretch. It was still early in the morning, time to set out for the day. Spinning on your heals you walk towards your closest, brushing your feet against your favorite fluffy rug on the way. Sliding the closet door open you push the hangers around until you find your favorite hoodie. Slipping the sweater on you step in front of your full length mirror. Checking over your appearance, you pull your hair up into a messy bun.

"Absolutely stunning!" you give yourself finger guns in the mirror. Giggling you grab your mini back pack off your dresser and head into your the kitchen. Opening the fridge to take a mental note of what you needed from the store. Coffee.. i need coffee.. and eggs I guess. On that note you swooped your keys off the counter and made your way to the front door. Quickly stepping into your untied Dc.Martin boots, good enough. You swung your backpack on and headed out the door.
Time to make haste.

The cool morning air nipped at your skin as you walked threw the city, stinging the inside of your nose as you inhaled. The streets were less crowded than usual and everyone was going about their business. Pulling out your phone to check the time, 7:52am.

Remember the mission y/n. First things first... Coffee. You really needed that coffee.
Letting out a deep sigh you look up from your phone taking in your surroundings. A small breeze blew the little bits of hair out of your face. Goddamn it's cold.
Your eyes stopping to watch an older women talking to a small child. He looked young, maybe about 5 years old. Probably her grandson.

Your phone vibrates taking away your attention, but before you could even read who the message was from your mind stops.. Wait.. Is that kid not wearing shoes?
You glance up from the screen to get another peek at the kid.

"I-I'm sure a hero or police officer will be here soon." The older women says as she quickly grabs onto her bag tightly taking steps away from the kid. "I need to get to work, you know?" She says to him before briskly walking away.

The breeze only got colder. You stood frozen in place, the sight made your stomach drop. This shoeless kid, standing alone in the middle of the city at 7:52am. You were able to get a good look at the child's face, his bloody hands, dirty cloths  and torn up skin. He just stood there in shock, watching the older women leave him behind. You watched as he brought his tiny hands up to his neck, violently he began to scratch, and scratch and scratch, creating deep gashes down his neck.

The world felt like it was spinning, the tunnel vision setting in. Only a few feet away you could hear the sound of his nails raking into the flesh on his neck. His skin was peeling off with every scratch of his fingers.
Why... The mere sight of the situation was paralyzing. Even if you wanted to you couldn't bring yourself to look away. Your mouth was so dry, the breath you were holding becoming painful. Finally taking in a shaky gasp, the air burned. Your chest tightened, becoming heavier with every passing second. This child was falling apart and all you could do was watch. A hero would come.. right?