nefarious • bnha x jjk

- panic

1# Funfact about Yuuko
The more overwhelming her emotions are, the easier it is for Sukuna to grasp her body

TW! Panic attacks

The car ride was slow, I sat there quietly shifting every once in a while unused to the comfortable cushion of the car seat, with hands tucked under the pressure of my thighs.

I didn't get chained up again apparently, not even by the police. When I asked this hero which goes by the name eraser..head? I think? To do the favor, he stared at me as if it's the most bizarre thing he's heard in ages.

Which is weird since, won't it be a good idea to actually lock up a literal criminal and stuff?

But apparently he thought it was stupid since my wrist was just filled with scars and all crippled, not to mention the anti-quirk chain that held me back was crushed into literal pieces.

Which again he was surprised with when I mentioned it to him, was it a new invention they've never heard of? That's weird, because the chain was there the second I got locked up.

Though right now I have an entirely clean jacket which of course isn't mine covering the upper part of my body, while also covering the rag that I've grew up on for 6 years.

Yes, imagine being stuck in a clothing made for a nine year old body, it wasn't fun but I handled it, though it was more like a cloth than clothes at this point.

There wasn't much conversation going on in the car, nor was there any conversation at all. It was uncomfortable, and knowing I'm just as helpless makes it even worse.

Well at least I have a quirk cancelling hero sitting beside me, that's a good thing.

I glanced curiously once in a while outside the window, just figuring out what has changed since the last time I went out when I was nine.

I kept staring outside until I was stuck in a daze, not even paying attention to where this car is taking me.

I was only snapped out of it when I stopped in front of a.. police station. The headquarters at that.

Guess I am going to be locked up in the end huh.

"You know, I can free us out of here anytime I want." I clenched my jaw, taking deep steady breaths to try and push him deep deep down and back.

"Your struggle is useless, you think it can stop me?" I grumbled under my breath, clenching my hand into a fist as I had a mini internal fight with him on my head.

"Shut up." I mumbled, biting onto my lips until it draws out blood.

I hate this.

I hate not having control over what's inside my body.

I broke a sweat as it felt like this is going on forever. His foul words and constant push for freedom is not helping in any ways necessary.

I can already feel my nails growing along with the tattoo strips that are getting more and more visible from the corner of my eye. My hands struggle to get off from underneath my body.