Disturbia {ShigarakixFem}-[MHA/BNHA OC Story]

21: Temptation ▪️

Song For This Chapter: Kehlani - Gangsta/Shakira & Rihanna - Can't Remember To Forget You

-Shigaraki POV-

I couldn't remember a time I had been more terrified than when her eyes shut. Perhaps terrified wasn't the right word; Worried, concerned, distressed at the fact there was nothing I could do. I didn't know how to feel because I had never felt that way before. I had never been in a situation where someone I almost cared about was hurt. I hated it. The uncertainty of it all.

First time for everything, I guess.

When the mission was done and we returned to the hideout, Kurogiri immediately tended to Sena. I stayed in the room with him as he worked, assisting whenever I could. When the hole in her side stopped bleeding and was patched up, he finally gave his diagnosis.

"She'll be fine. She's lucky it missed any organs."

My head was finally above water as I took a deep, relieving breath.

"How long will she sleep for?" I asked, watching her chest rise and fall steadily beneath the sheet.

"It's hard to tell. She could sleep for a day or wake up in an hour." Kurogiri answered as he slid the first aid kid beneath her bed. "I'll check on her every hour and change her gauze, just to be safe."

"Thank you, Kurogiri."

The trudge down the rickety wooden staircases to the bar felt like an eternity. When I did reach the bar and stepped inside, it was silent. The members of the League looked at me with wide eyes. Toga's face was red and puffy, Twice was cowering in the corner, and even Dabi looked concerned.

"She'll be fine," I announced.

They all gasped in relief.

"Oh, I was so scared!" Toga cried.

"I knew she'd be fine," Dabi murmured.

After they rejoiced at the news, Toga and Magne decreed that it was only fitting to do a round of shots in Sena's honor. I allowed it, for the League was as relieved as I was, but why did I care so much? I pondered it as I lay awake that night, watching the darkness above me.

"I think this girl intrigues you, more than you care to admit."

Master was right, I didn't want to admit it, especially to myself.  Even if I did, it was futile, an illusion constructed by my brain. If I ignored it, it would eventually disappear. Oh, but how hard she was hard to ignore. She was too tempting, and somehow she had penetrated my dreams. Stray thoughts of her drifted through my mind when I had done nothing to provoke the memory of her. I hated it. She was everywhere, she was everything.

She was upstairs.

In the morning, before the sun had come up, I heard Kurogiri's light footsteps creep up the staircase. My legs seemed to move on their own. They carried me out of my room, up the stairs, and to her door. When I pushed it open, and I saw her lying there, a wave of comfort washed over me.

"Master, I didn't expect to see you in here at this hour," Kurogiri whispered as he stepped out from the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom.

"I couldn't sleep," I mumbled in a low voice as I slunk to the end of her bed.

"I assure you, she is alright. There is nothing for you to-"

"-I'm not worried." I snipped.

Kurogiri sat down in a metal folding chair that was next to the head of her bed. "Of course." He murmured in a hushed voice. He retrieved the first-aid kit from beneath the bed and started by pulling down the sheet that covered her sleeping body.