𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐧𝐡𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬

[36]

Two of hearts

36

CW: descriptions of extreme violence.

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The oppressive silence hung in the air, broken only by the muted sounds of Y/n's stifled sobs and the occasional creaking of the desolate room. Y/n, leaning against the cold, unforgiving wall, cradled her mangled fingers in her lap. The once nimble digits now lay contorted in grotesque angles, the aftermath of Dabi's sadistic cruelty. Every movement sent waves of searing pain through her hand, a relentless reminder of the torment she had endured.

On the other side of the dimly lit room, Bakugo sat with his head buried in his hands, his fingers intertwined with his unruly hair. Guilt gnawed at him like a relentless beast, though he'd sooner swallow fire than admit it out loud. The weight of responsibility pressed down on him, an invisible burden fuelling his frustration and self-blame. In his mind, Y/n's suffering resulted from his inability to prevent the villains from inflicting such brutality.

Neither of them had any sense of time; the outside world had become a distant memory, stripped away along with their freedom. The absence of sunlight and the relentless monotony of the room's bleak walls left them adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

Y/n's breaths were shaky, the pain etched across her face as she tried to find a semblance of comfort against the harsh reality. "Bakugo," she whispered, her voice barely audible amidst the stifling atmosphere. "I don't even know how long we've been here. Feels like an eternity."

Bakugo's shoulders tensed at the sound of her voice. He knew that every word she uttered was another reminder of his perceived failure. "Shut up," he muttered, the words muffled by his hands. His internal turmoil raged on, a storm of guilt and frustration that he couldn't escape.

The room seemed to close in around them, the air thick with despair. Y/n's gaze flickered between her broken hand and the dishevelled hero across from her. "I've had broken bones before, but this... this is different. It's like they broke more than just my fingers."

Bakugo remained silent, the weight of Y/n's words settling heavily on his conscience. The flickering light cast shadows on the worn features of both heroes, two souls entangled in the aftermath of cruelty.

As the oppressive silence continued, Bakugo couldn't shake the sense that they were trapped not only physically but also within the confines of their own guilt and pain. The room, a witness to their suffering, seemed to echo the haunting aftermath of unspeakable brutality.

The minutes stretched into an indeterminate period of time, each passing moment marked by the heavy silence that enveloped the room. Y/n's tear-streaked face betrayed both physical and emotional anguish, her eyes seeking solace in the dimness of their prison. Bakugo, though still immersed in his own guilt-laden thoughts, couldn't ignore the palpable vulnerability that radiated from Y/n.

"I never thought..." Y/n began, her voice fragile yet laced with a newfound strength born out of shared adversity. "I never thought it would hurt this much, you know? Physically, sure, but... it's more than that. It's like they took something from me that I can't get back. The same thing happened... after... I was attacked by Stain."

Bakugo's eyes flickered with a mix of concern and curiosity as Y/n shared her painful revelation. The vulnerability in her voice seemed to penetrate the walls of their desolate prison, creating a shared space where unspoken truths lingered.

"I get it," Bakugo muttered, his voice low, a reflection of his struggle to articulate the emotions that churned within him. "It's not just the pain. It's the feeling of being... violated. Like they took something from you that you can't ever get back."