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

30: Reckoning ▪️

Song For This Chapter: Imagine Dragons - Believer/ Melanie Martinez (The Voice) - Crazy

-Trigger Warning for this Chapter: Themes of Psychosis-

-Sena(y/n)-

"Let me out! You bastards! You can't just lock me in here!" Sena screamed while her fists pummeled the door's blocky glass.

"Let us out."

"Let her out."

"Let me out!"

Kanzo's breath steamed up the glass as he glared in through the window on the opposite side of the hospital room's door. "You heard the detective; you'll sleep in there tonight. Now, get to bed!" He ordered before he turned his back to the door.

She continued to pound, kick, and rattle the door, but Kanzo ignored her efforts, instead speaking with Shuichi. When her breath was ragged, and her hands were sore, she resorted to the milky window where the raindrops raced. Angry exhales fogged up the view of the night.

Beep...

"Bastard. Fucking bastard, I swear." Sena vented through grit teeth. She turned to face her mother's hospital bed. "Did you hear what he said about you? A corpse?! ... I'll make him a corpse, fucking scum."

"Vile."

"I'd rip his tongue out and make him swallow it," Sena sauntered to the bed.

"Scum of the Earth."

She looked over the machines that leeched onto her mother. "Make him listen to his own bones crack..."

"No life form below you."

"I wonder if he has a quirk. I could kill him fast, even if he has one." She fantasized.

"Kill him where? Kill him why?"

"Kill him?! No, no, no more trouble!"

Sena leaned over and cupped her mother's dull face in her hand. "When is there not trouble?"

"Trouble. Trouble. You're in trouble!"

Beep.

"If he's dead, no trouble. If they're dead, no trouble."

"Trouble, trouble, trouble." She pulled her hand away and circled to the other side of the bed. "Who gives a fuck?"

"You do."

Her eyes jerked to his usual, bulky black coat that melted with the wall he leaned against. Sena watched him, waiting for him to disappear, but he didn't. Her fingers dragged at the bags beneath her eyes. "You're not here. I'm not falling for that again."

"I'm not?" Tomura questioned.

"No!" Sena retorted, not giving the ghost the satisfaction of her gaze. Quit messing with me, She thought, fleeing to the quaint restroom from his ghost. Why does everyone mess with me?

"Who?"

"Everyone. The police and you, especially you." Sena braced herself above the shiny small sink at the center of the crisp white countertop. "Jerk," She mumbled, thinking of his dangerous red eyes and musky scent. She turned on the faucet, and it gushed out clean water. "This is all your fault." She lowered her head to splash her face.

A violent barrage, all at once.

"You like that power-"

"-Your fault-"