𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐧𝐡𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬

[35]

Two of hearts

35

CW: descriptions of extreme violence.

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Y/n's eyes fluttered open to an unfamiliar and dimly lit room. The air felt heavy, and the damp smell of rotting wood hung in the air. As consciousness fully returned, she became acutely aware of the throbbing pain in her jaw, a cruel reminder of the encounter with Dabi. Her first instinct was to touch the sore spot, wincing as her fingers grazed the tender skin.

Sitting up, she took in her surroundings. The room seemed to have lost its purpose long ago. The wooden floor beneath her creaked with every movement, and the walls bore the stains of time and neglect. It resembled a hollow shell, a bedroom stripped of any furniture that once occupied the space.

The fear crept in as her eyes darted around, and the gravity of the situation began to sink in. Bakugo lay sprawled out on the floor, unconscious. Panic knotted her stomach, her heartbeat echoing in her ears like a drum of dread. It wasn't until she shifted her focus from her immediate surroundings that she noticed him.

The fear intensified. She was in an unknown place, with Bakugo knocked out and no sign of escape. Questions buzzed in her mind, each one more terrifying than the last. Where were they? Why were they here? What did the villains want?

A shiver ran down her spine as she hesitantly knelt, her gaze flickering between Bakugo and the dilapidated room. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the distant creaks of the decaying building. Y/n's breath hitched in her throat, and the weight of the unknown pressed down on her shoulders.

The fear was real, tangible. It clawed at her insides, and the desperate desire for answers mingled with the terror that gripped her. This was no ordinary nightmare. It was a waking reality, a twisted game she had been unwillingly thrust into.

Crawling over to Bakugo, her hands grazed the cold floor beneath her. The anxiety in her chest grew with each passing moment, fuelled by the ominous silence surrounding them. Her plea for Bakugo to wake up echoed through the desolate room, a desperate call in the face of the unknown.

As Y/n shook him gently, the only response was the soft creaking of the floorboards beneath them. Bakugo lay there, unmoving, a testament to the price he paid for his fiery temperament. Y/n's eyes traced the contours of his face, searching for injuries, for any sign that he was okay. The bruised and battered appearance spoke of a struggle she couldn't fully comprehend.

"Come on, Bakugo," she murmured, her voice a mixture of concern and determination. Her fingers brushed over his cheek, a gentle caress in hopes of stirring him from unconsciousness. The weight of their situation pressed heavily on her shoulders, but she couldn't afford to succumb to despair.

Cradling his head in her hands, Y/n turned it slightly to inspect him more closely. "We need to figure out where we are and how to get out of here," she whispered urgently, as if the walls themselves might have ears. The room, indifferent to their plight, offered no answers, only a persistent sense of foreboding.

Yet, despite the fear that gripped her, Y/n refused to surrender to it completely. "Hey, Katsuki," she continued, her voice determined, "we need to find a way out. Open your eyes, we can't stay here." The plea hung in the air, a fragile lifeline in the darkness that enveloped them.

With a heavy sigh, Y/n released Bakugo's face and staggered towards the door, driven by an overwhelming need to escape the confining darkness. Her attempts to break free were fuelled by frustration and dread, the wood resisting each assault with a hollow thud. The room seemed to absorb her pleas, amplifying the silence that enveloped them like a shroud.