Living In Infamy (Fem MHA x Cole MacGrath)

Villainous Family

One thing I wasn't expecting, or was I hoping? Either way, it was that I wouldn't wake up, but alas.

My head whipped up from the pillow it layed on, this wasn't were I jumped, nor was it my home -or any home I could recognise for that matter. I looked left and right quickly, I was in the centre of the room and a note, laid out on a bedside table and filled with a very tidy hand writing. 'When your awake, come downstairs' it read, at least I knew this wasn't Bakugo, she would've cursed me out in ninety three different ways in.

I get up, an immediate sense of pain rocketing through my skull as I do, almost sending me back onto the bed. I keep my footing, leaning on the bedside desk for support, I pushed myself off of it attempting to stand again. This time, pain didn't come to reap my skull as I held my ground, I looked around, taking in every inch of the room around me.

The room itself was very well kept, not a speck of dust or grime was held on any surface. The roof was a plain white, having small patterns in graved into it, sending my -apparently- none splattered head spinning. Wood wallpaper lined all four walls, giving a cozy feeling to the unknown location, pair that with the dim lights and I felt like I was at a log cabin. The floor itself was real wood, each plank extremely well kept and maintained as every step I took didn't make a whisper.

The feeling of wood finally registered to my feet, and I became aware of my lack of shoes, soon finding them just against the wall -next to a painted, wooden brown door. I quickly slip them onto my feet, and tucking the laces into the sides of them, too curious to be bothered to tie them.

I grab the door handle, a familiar sense of cold steel resting in my palm as I twist and pull, the door giving way and allowing me out of my room. I take a peak around before leaving, the cozy feeling of the log cabin aesthetic continuing beyond my room, and into a skinny hallway. Multiple doors lay along the walls, three on either side. I step out, noticing the room I was in laid at the end of the corridor. I silently close the door as I leave the room, walking into the hallway and past the doors.

Each door was different in a sense, whether intentional or not, it gave a small idea of each personality that owned that room. The first door on the left was a normal wooden door, simple and plain and well kept. The next was one full of scratches and gashes, and one or two stab marks? Past that was a slightly singed door, the edges being licked by a presumable fire. The first one on the right was another regular door, less well kept as the other but still more than the others. And finally following that was a door with no handle, and where it would be it seemed like something corroded through it.

Pushing past them, I head to another doorway which lead to a staircase, to which voices flooded up. Taking a minute, I pause, listening out and waiting to try and get a gauge on who or what I was dealing with.

"-And so, after I left I found him, with his head splattered on the floor." A soft tone spoke, Y/N assumed this to he the one who found him and waited to hear the responses, to which he barely waited a few seconds.

"No way, he looked perfectly fine when you brought him in." This voice held more natural aggression behind it, seeming to be brewing an idle hate that just begged to be unleashed and rip apart the first thing in sight.

Another voice chimed in, this one radiating chaotic and untamed energy as she exclaimed her views. "Yeah! No offence Kurogiri, but there's no way his head was cracked open when you were there and closed when you got back!" Seems they were talking of his death. 'So I did die, but how did I come back?' I thought to myself, and soon got an answer.

The softer tone spoke with a sense of desperation, wanting her friends? Family? Something, to believe her. "But I saw him, and when I was about to leave, red lightning struck his corpse. When I could look at him, he was healed, but unconscious." She continued to tell.