To Be Opposites (Aizawa X Fem Reader)

10

They beat me up for losing one of the syringes. The truth is I stole it.

I stood in the bathroom of the medical room, a significant improvement to the dirty cesspool of a bathroom in Division X's space. The first thing I noticed when I looked in the mirror was the nose dripping blood and the development of various new scars on my skin.

As of recently, I'd been collecting them like stamps. Plotting my escape naturally had its repercussions.

The second thing I noticed was my hair. After I'd washed away the dirt and sweat I'd accumulated from the eventful day, I ran my fingers through my hair one last time. Pulling them away, dozens of strands came away and hung limply around my fingers. I released a heavy sigh before gathering the fallen hair and rolling it together with the bigger ball of my locks that had formed during my shower.

It floated down into the bin as I gripped the edge of the basin with amicable strength, my dull eyes reflecting nothing but a tired woman that had only ever wanted something she rightfully deserved.

Freedom. I deserve freedom.

An abrupt banging on the door tore me from my incessant thoughts, dragging my attention to the voice of a nurse demanding I exit the bathroom. I'd been in here too long. And yet, it didn't feel like long enough.

Gathering up my things, I pushed past the short nurse that guarded the bathroom door religiously without a word. Ever since returning from the errand in the early hours of the morning, I had been burdened by a stream of constant inconveniences.

The one that was bothering me in that particular moment as I trudged back to my room with a heavy heart was Eri. She was supposed to be waiting for me in her room and I was supposed to update her on our situation. That little girl made up the most of my motivations to get out of the Shie Hassaikai for good but... She wasn't there.

It wouldn't have been particularly concerning considering the fact that Overhaul dragged her off to who knows where whenever he wished. What worried me the most was the jittery behaviour of the nurses and junior doctors. There was an unusual unrest within the house that resembled the feeling of a ticking time bomb. And no one was willing to reveal anything.

So I eavesdropped. It had become somewhat of a hobby overnight.

I expended a significant effort to remain in the dark contours of the room as the nurses gossiped among themselves.

"What do you mean? Where could she have gone?" muttered one of the nurses behind her hand.

The other glanced around warily. "The boys upstairs said she slipped out almost a day ago and Overhaul has been after her since then. No one knows how she got out."

And that was when I learned the reason for the house holding its breath. Eri had escaped. Somehow, that fragile little girl had slithered past security and was fleeing the man notorious for controlling her and the entire gang with his bloody fist. Every step I took back to my room thundered in my ears like a second heartbeat.

She could be dead.

I stopped walking. I inhaled a lung full of air and ran a clammy hand down my face. The more I over thought it the worse I would feel so the only thing I could do was hope someone safe and kind had found her. It was a good thing that she got out. Eri was a smart girl and would no doubt tell someone she was in danger.

With my rampant thoughts now under control, I shuffled back to my division's floor. Before I'd even stepped through the front door, I buried my hand into my pocket and ensured the cold glass of the syringe was still present. Risking a peek at it, I pulled it out and watched the dazzling blue drug slosh about in its container.