A/N: So uh- This was out late. If you read my announcement then you all know that I had a cold, and before anyone asks, I'm fine, and it wasn't the virus that won't be named. But after that, I realised that I had to catch up on all the other things I let pile up whilst I was resting, which is why I never used to rest when I was sick, but burning out after the fact is never a good idea. Anyways, I should be able to upload 2 chapters this week, and if not then I'm really sorry, but I'm sure you're all tired of hearing that.
Now with all that out of the way, time for the story to go on...
Izuku, Tsu and Mineta were flying through the air. Wind whooshing and swiping past their face, their unstable acceleration and imperfect form whilst in the air meant that the wind almost whipped them as they started to descend down to the shore of the USJ.
Izuku's mind was going haywire. He was already feeling a slight sense of...foreboding? He couldn't really put his tongue on it. After his introspective moments on the bus, he felt like he was waiting for something. But that was a faint, almost invisible feeling. Like that feeling in your chest whenever you feel like you may be in trouble, almost as if the green-haired hero in training had a sixth sense. But when he saw the villains invade the USJ, that feeling was multiplied by an infinitesimal amount. Now he really couldn't get that feeling out of his stomach. But now it had spread from his stomach to his chest.
His chest rose and fell as he landed on the hull of the boat. Panic melted into his body, seeping through every bone, vein and muscle. He hated it. It rose higher and higher, the panic, stress, uncertainty, it all went to his head. It threw him off, made him dizzy yet oddly focused at the same time. He started to project his concentration inwards, forgetting about the looming threat, or his friends beside him. He could only fixate on that terror, the dread and the fear.
But then the adrenaline kicked in, and it kicked in hard. The slow burn of his fear was overtaken by the rapid release of adrenaline coursing through him, causing his already high heart rate to soar to the moon and beyond, as he could hear the thumping of his heart bashing against his chest in his ears, and he could feel the blood pump even at his feet. Izuku felt so energized that his body was ready to burst at the seams.
Nothing would stop him now. Little did he know that he was about to witness something that would stop him dead in his tracks. Bracing himself, he opened his eyes, ready to land in the water, and prepared for what came next...
A few minutes earlier...
Krish patiently waited. He could hear faint sounds around him. His legs were crossed, as he sat on the floor of the shore. His legs were luckily spared the immense torture his arms and torso had been through, so he could sit cross-legged and not feel like he was tearing his skin apart, although it wasn't like that had stopped him before. His chest still felt tight, but not with fear. It was a literal tightness, as his bandages almost felt like a straight jacket with the way they bound his previously cut-open skin. His arms and shoulders felt warm, a sheen of sweat covered them, and his scars. He was tensed, worried and disoriented. This was one of the most important days of his life. He wasn't about to fuck anything up...not today. Today, he had to be on his game.
It was this urgency that led him to do something he did quite often: Meditate. He had no choice but to learn how after living with Toga, someone who would probably be the queen of a mental asylum. Her craziness couldn't rub off on him, and his trauma and past certainly didn't help. Keeping himself sane trumped his need to be healthy, and being happy was entirely out of the question. After all, it wasn't like he deserved to be happy anyways...
But meditation had been something he was well versed in, and it seemed to have some other effect on him too. Other than the obvious health benefits, whether that be physical or mental, something else changed every time he meditated, and with how much he did it, that change had to be drastic. He didn't have time to focus on anything like that though. It wasn't relevant to him now, and that odd, almost mystical change he felt would never help him, at least, that's what he thought.
For now, he just needed to take deep breaths and stay calm.
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Krish: The Tortured Hero- MHA Fanfic (OC X Nejire)
FanfictionHe spent his entire life abused, broken, alone. Tortured for all his days, he was lost. With nowhere to go to, and no one to call his own he had resigned from life. Living only to serve his psychotic partner. He never wanted any of this. He never wa...
