Voice [Midoriya x reader]

{{22}}

Life was a slur of static. Nothing ever changed. Always the same routine. The ever lasting life of a puppet to their desires. Was that even life? It didn't feel like it.

She did as she was told, always staying the obedient girl she was supposed to be. She was sure, her loved ones would have been disappointed. She should miss them, and yet the mere memories of them were rare. There was no place for thoughts of her past. They would lead to emotions and emotions were dangerous because they meant vulnerability. And if they ever got the chance to take that vulnerability and make her suffer for it, they would do it without hesitation.

Would thing have gotten to this point, if she had just played along from the start? Would she have had a chance for happiness? What was this so called happiness even? They wouldn't bother with her happiness, though, so it wasn't important.

Physical pain up to physical pleasure was all she knew. Nothing else. It's the same every time. The monotonous agony of always the same, or the agony of having to feel something. They were both something she dreaded and something she was looking forward to. Because nothing ever changed.

Until that day, that is. The day the routine fell apart. A minor yet terrifying shift. After how many days--years--? It was both sensational and terrifying at the same time.

The doorbell rang, breaking through the static in her mind. Not that she hadn't heard it before, but it wasn't a simple delivery this time; it was people. Visitors. She panicked instead of getting her hopes up. She froze in dread as the man walked right by her to open the door.

A slim hand rested on her shoulder, the terror of her touching her forced her to jump out of the static.

"You're not going to try anything funny, are you?Right, Y/n?"

-

Ochaco tapped her foot impatiently on the floor. Attempting to contact Malika proved to be more difficult than imagined. Because, as Izuku had already learned, Malika was currently held in a mental hospital. As a result, Ochaco had to contact Malika through the hospital first. Malika, it turned out, was no longer in the closed station, but was still in the hospital.

Fortunately, Ochaco was able to get Malika discharged sooner than expected, since her condition appeared to be stable enough and her discharge date was set for tomorrow. However, because the hospital was in Tokyo, Malika's arrival in Musutafu would be delayed. They could wait. They attempted, at least, because the tension and anticipation were too much for them.

"Is Y/n all right? I hope I didn't make you leave her alone when she didn't want to." Ochaco admitted flustered.

"When I left, she was sound asleep. After the previous two days, she was exhausted."

"How did it go with Bakugou anyway?"

"Good. Kacchan, I believe, likes her more than he wants to admit. You know he taught her sign language?"

"Bakugou Katsuki?! I was correct; he does care about others."

They chatted happily until Uravity's secretary reported the arrival of a lady who had been summoned by the heroine. As they waited for the woman to enter the office, the nervousness returned.

Izuku recognized the bat-ears between her braided brunette hair, just as he recalled it from their previous encounter. She had a nose piercing and little pointy white teeth between her lips. Soft black eyes scanned the room and the two heroes warily. As her gaze landed on Izuku, she tightened her hold on her purse.

Ochaco, sensing the tension, welcomed her with a respectful bow, which Izuku followed suit.

"We apologize for having to summon you here so abruptly, but the situation is urgent. By the way, you can call us Uraraka and Midoryia." Ochaco said with a smile. They didn't usually reveal their civilian names like that, but she thought it would boost Malika's trust in them.