Think (MHA x OC)

Think: Chapter Seventy-Nine: Emotional Damage

My Hero Academia Fan Fiction by Agent ARK 88

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fan fiction using characters and settings from My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia created by Kohei Horikoshi. I do not claim any ownership of characters present in this piece that are owned and created by Kohei Horikoshi. I do not own My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia.

Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

Warnings: This work contains mild language, blood, death, and violence. If you are easily triggered by violent scenarios, please do not read this chapter. This chapter could be triggering to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.

Please be aware this piece is in second person perspective, following my original character, Think, Anna Kokoro, who is a transfer student from America.

Chapter Seventy-Nine: Emotional Damage

You crashed back into your head with cut breaks. Your mind jolted you awake with painful sparks of consciousness. Aches erupted through your senses as clarity came to your forefront. Your cheeks and eyes were raw with tears. Your wrists ached. Your quirk quivered in your mind as it gained some semblance of traction. You couldn't remember what happened, not after Kobura appeared. Now that your quirk had come back to life, the fog in your head was lifted.

Bodies, blood, and death surrounded your restrained form. You choked out a noise. It was vile, absolutely horrifying to look at. You turned your attention away from the gore, uneasiness and fear settling in your chest. Your horrified stare finally met the back of Kobura's head, his white hair stained with blood. One of his many knives were clutched into his hand. Kobura snatched Emiyo by the jacket. Her hand went weakly up to his wrist. Tears pooled in her eyes.

"Please! Mercy! Y-you weren't supposed to be like this... You're not a supervillain. You barely show up in the media! You have to understand! The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you! I just wanted you to care for me the way that I care for you!" Emiyo Miya begged for her life.

Nausea crept up your raw throat followed by an unbearable burning. Had you been screaming? You leaned forward, once again putting tension in your binds. Your eyes widened when Kobura angled his knife for her neck.

No. No more death. No more blood had to be shed. You just wanted to leave, wanted to go back to U.A.. Kobura didn't have to stab anyone else, especially not if he thought it was helping you. He may have thought he was doing the best for you, when he was doing the worst. No one needed to die like this.

A pulsing energy rippled through your flickering quirk, expanding through the cavernous warehouse. The drug must not have completely run its course through your system because your quirk sputtered as you attempted to use it. You whipped a strand of your mind toward Kobura's wrist, snagging it just before he was able to pierce into Emiyo's neck.

Kobura's callous expression was washed clean with realization. Guilt tugged his mouth into an uneasy frown. Your quirk faded slightly in its hold, and you could sense Kobura trying to fight against the strand of your mind.

"I can't let you," you choked out. "Stop." You didn't know what had happened since he appeared. Despite being tortured by her, Emiyo didn't need to die. The police could hold her in custody. A true hero wouldn't just sit by and let this happen.

Kobura took in a quivering breath. "Anna, close your eyes," he said. "You shouldn't watch me do this."

You bit into your lip, tears burning at the edge of your vision. "No, you can't," you pleaded. "No one else has to die. Please." Had Kobura really killed these people? Had he killed all of them for hurting you? You had hoped, begged for him to save you, and this is what became of your wish? You trusted him. You had faith that he would protect you, but you didn't expect him to take it this far. He knew you were a hero in training. He had to know you would never agree with what he'd done.