Gem is yet another villain bolstered by hero killer Stain. Having been outcast by her parents and society, her goal is to upset the system so that all can live freely. After Stain's arrest, Gem finds herself in front of the League of Villains in a d...
I need to forget about that damned dream. I need to repress these feelings like any others I've had. Screw what I said yesterday I'm putting the walls back up. I need to distract myself before I spiral, so I take a few clients and wander inner circles to find ad hoc work.
"Do you want to feel good?"
Fuck. I can't stop my brain from replaying my dream. Flashes of Tomura's face and his messy hair replay during my bloodlust. I can't even work without feeling some type of way about him. Even after being so cold to me, it's making me want him more. Am I drawn to the danger? I want those hands on me, but I know that comes with a cost. The risk, the possibility of him hurting me to give me pleasure is so enticing. My aura especially electrified, I speed through injured criminals until Kurogiri appears and warps me back. Tomura has regained consciousness. Great, after failing at keeping that dream off my mind I have to let myself get lost in healing him.
Shoving down whatever these feelings are, I knock on his door to get this over with. I walk into his dimly lit room. Tomura is biting his nails, watching a news story covering a "brave hero" on TV. I am about to flick on the lights when he orders, "Keep them off. This is my room." Not even a glance my way. Off to a great start. As I approach him I notice under the dim haze of the TV that he is shirtless. Jesus Christ I can't get a break today.
I swallow thickly and pull a stool up next to his bed. His eyes are glued to the news as I slice his exposed torso. My initial bloodlust is undermined by feelings of... nerves? Why am I apprehensive right now, I didn't feel this way before. Is it from my dream? No, it's because I feel him looking at me. He was so adamant in being cold towards me that it was noticeable when he glanced my way. I acted immersed in my work, which wasn't hard to do, but the feeling of his eyes lingering made my heart race.
Tomura hasn't said a word. I skillfully wield my knife and get to work healing the last of his injuries. I can't help but smile and blush. The blood on his skin just looks so pretty. When I am in the transmutation process I am so wrapped in the feeling that I can't mask it. I spent so many years of my life masking my bloodlust, to still be thrown away like trash in the street. There's a comfort in being around villains, for me. Unlearning self hatred by letting myself shamelessly feel good. Immersing myself in my quirk feels good and this way of living taught me that's okay. Tingles in my erogenous zones, a deep warmth coming from my stomach spreading across my limbs. It feels like I'm naked under the sun - its rays opening me up and melting into my skin.
I'm so in my feels I don't hear Tomura at first. Looking up, he repeats himself, "You know I kill people. Why are you really here? What do you want in joining my League of Villains?"
I'm jolted by his forward question. After thinking I reply, "Solace.."
".. in a shared goal I guess. Pro Heroes claim to be 'the good'. They fight 'just battles' yet they choose to save only those who they deem worthy, kicking the rejects to the curb. How come heroes and are the ones who can decide who is worthy and who isn't? Especially when the judging is of one's quirk. They claimed to have moved forward, but it feels like the first responses to meta abilities back in the day. Society turned on the 'freaks' and demanded segregation. Heroes still embody this message but are too arrogant to realize it. They turn on people they can't understand and label their quirks as bad. Our justice system in this hero society alienates groups and segregates who can use Quirks and who can't. Who are you to judge? What gives you the right and moral highground? Because you were born with a special or useful quirk? It's discrimination. No one can be liberated under these conditions. One group dictating who is good and who is a so called Villain ignores all the gray matter. Don't heroes understand that life exists in the gray matter?"
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Tomura stares at me. I'm unable to read him in this moment despite having a keen sense of energy. I start to feel embarrassed for talking too much.
