A/N: Gore warning.
Krish looked behind him, his blood-soaked clothes now dripping onto the floor. His old wounds had opened up once more, his mouth still producing fresh blood, as a rusty, iron-like odour emanated off his body. His eyes could barely keep track of All Might, as he rushed towards the now unconscious body of Aizawa, who was laying beside his feet.
Krish felt the wind rush through his damp hair, all that fighting made him work up a sweat, as he came face to face with the Symbol Of Pease himself. He was almost menacing if it wasn't for that smile. Nevertheless, he still felt fear.
Kneeling down, All Might put his hand on Krish's shoulder, "Are you the person who saved him?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.
Krish didn't answer, as he looked back to the Nomu, who was still snarling at All Might, along with the shocked faces of Kurogiri and Shigaraki, as he still held his broken hand in pain.
"N-no, he uh... saved me" Krish admitted, although his confession left a foul taste in his mouth. The idea of a hero saving him was so detestable that he felt like vomiting right then and there. He felt himself gag but stopped anything from coming out if anything was to come out at all.
All Might gave a cursory nod to Krish, before grabbing Aizawa's body, and vanishing once more. Krish assumed that he went to either fight, or grab the other people, but at this point, his ears were ringing and his body was battered and broken.
He had never felt this way before.
Why? He had an entire week of rest, he'd lived more luxuriously in that abandoned, run-down bar than he could remember. Did using his quirk really leave him that tired? Or was it his injuries that were getting to him?
He couldn't stand around and ponder his ailments, not in this warzone at least. He began to walk away from the fighting but stopped when he saw the congregation of students at the top of the stairs.
He didn't belong with them.
He didn't belong with anyone.
He was... alone.
Looking away, he found a patch of greenery, with bushes and trees, and used it to hide away, watching the fight from afar.
He saw All Might get pushed back, and then attack the Nomu to little effect. Somehow, All Might was still more successful than anyone else there, yet it looked like his attacks didn't do much, whilst the Nomu's attacks had All Might constantly on his toes.
"What am I even doing watching? I should find a way to escape... get out of here and find some place to live in... but... that's just what I was doing before, I..." Krish thought to himself, as he lay down on the grass, the sounds, the light, the thoughts scrambling in his mind, all faded, as he let the wave of fatigue wash over him for the first time.
For once he was able to breathe properly. Was this what it was like to be normal? To not have to constantly be thinking? To be able to let yourself go?
All he knew was that one second of relief was worth the beating he had received from the Nomu. He couldn't even register the pain, after all, this was nothing to him, but he felt the blood seep out of his body as if he was leaking. It was a grotesque feeling for sure, but it was better than death.
No... death was better than this. This fear, this anticipation. This feeling of helplessness. The fact that he had no way of improving his life. The fact that the heroes could win and catch him, sending him to some backwater prison, or Shigaraki could just kill him there and then, made death seem like a better outcome.
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Krish: The Tortured Hero- MHA Fanfic (OC X Nejire)
Fiksi PenggemarHe 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...
