Human (BNHA x Experiment Reader)

the Gift of Humanity

"You have to watch over him for me, Y/n. For me, please." You watch the woman try to keep herself together. Her hands gripped your shoulders as her arms trembled. The crying child beside you bawled his eyes, tears falling down his face as fast as a river.

You don't answer the woman, instead, you stare into her eyes silently.

"This will be the last thing I ask of you, Y/n. Please watch after my child for me." The child screamed louder.

"Nana..." She silenced you with a hug, pulling both you and the crying child into her arms.

"Nana..." You grip her jacket. "Nana..." You wanted to say something to her, but the bubble in your throat stopped you, you tried to swallow it down, but it stayed.

Nana had abandoned you.

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You and the child were introduced to foster care.

You have moved around from household to household. The child should have found a good home in no time, but no one wanted you. The only reason the two of you were able to stay together was because of how adamant the child was about not leaving your side.

You knew that by now, the woman that had taken you in and cared for you was more than likely dead, and you didn't go searching for her finding that it would have been better if you didn't know for sure.

As time passed, the child that used to be smaller than you grew taller. Soon enough, the roles between the two of you switched and suddenly everyone thought that you were the younger sibling. As each day passed, the boy looked more and more like a perfect mix of his mother and father, so much so you couldn't face him for long before your mind would flash back to the people he reminded you of.

You kept your head down, with your hand held tightly in the boy's hand.

You took your job seriously, watching everyone around you to make sure they held no ill intent to the boy constantly by your side. If you did find one, you wouldn't hesitate to put them back in its place. You had tossed away the teachings that you were taught before on how to handle children, beating them the same as you would a grown man.

This caused a lot of trouble, of course.

You were forced to hold yourself back if you wanted the boy at your side to find a good home.

Which you eventually did.

The child you watched over grew up in a home of an older couple. They had several other foster children, so you and the boy weren't all that special.

The boy had lost the will to speak throughout the years, as he eventually developed an expression similar to your own.

But this boy had something inside of him, something you didn't.

It was hatred.

A deep, burning anger crawled inside him, threatening to burst at any moment.

You never went to school, as you've gotten tired of repeating the same year over and over each time you changed households. You would act as though you would arrive at the school, but then immediately head toward the boy's middle school. You would watch over him during the day, head home with him, eat beside him, and then share a bunk bed with him. That was how your days would go.

The boy never spoke to you anymore, nor did he look back to make sure you were following him anymore. He never reached out to hold your hand or hide behind you. He never cried in front of you anymore, never seek you for comfort after a nightmare. Never spoke to you from the bottom bunk in the middle of the night anymore, never brought you along with him to play with his friends anymore, never asked you to play ball anymore.