Featherblade || MHA x Male!Reader

Chapter 2

[TW!] This chapter contains some blood and gore! If you are sensitive to that kind of stuff, feel free to skip past the part in bold! (Things being in bold probably won't be how I show what sections might be triggering to some after now, but all of the disturbing stuff is within the section in bold, so that's how I'm choosing to show it for now)

Dinner is going... about as well as you'd expect. I'm sitting next to a girl with a brown bob and a boy with a bush for hair who introduced himself as Izuku Midoryia. I recognize the name but that's about it. Nobody else has really introduced themself. Bakugo has been glaring at me since I came downstairs and I'm trying my best to ignore it.

As I eat I notice something about the girl next to me. My eyes widen as I look at her hands. There's little pads on her fingers... Like a cat's paws... Of course, I don't say this out loud, but it does make me curious.

"Um... Did you just chirp?" My train of thought is interrupted by someone's voice, causing me to look up at glare at him. I can feel my face heat up slightly from embarrassment.

"No, I didn't chirp!" I'm almost positive I did, but nobody here needs to know that.

"You totally did! You looked at Uraraka's hands and you chirped!"

"No, I didn't!" I shove the last of my dinner in my mouth and stomp into the kitchen, washing my bowl before heading toward the elevator.

"Damn, all I did was point out that he chirped..." The boy mumbles, causing me to glare at him again before going into the elevator and going up to the floor where my dorm is.

Once I'm in my room I lie down on the bed I've been provided, staring at the barren walls while using my wings as a blanket. I can feel my eyelids getting heavy as I lie there, slowly drifting off to sleep.

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I'm on my hands and knees in a pure white room that could go on forever or could be barely larger than me. I feel warm hands curl around the base of my wings, on for each wing, and start to tug, gentle at first but getting slowly stronger. I can hear a voice getting louder and louder, surrounding me on all sides.

"You don't deserve these, you disgusting villain! You don't deserve anything but death!" The voice belongs to Katsuki Bakugo, but the words don't. I don't remember who first said those words to me, or if they were even said to me at all. Maybe it's just something I've been telling myself all these years and I just never realized it. I can feel the hands grip my wings tighter and pull them harder. My wings are finally torn from my body, sending feathers and drops of blood flying as I scream in pain.

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The scene changes. Now I'm in the bar where the LOV held meetings. I'm twelve years old again, standing and staring up at Tomura Shigaraki. His raspy voice rings in my ears as I hear a repeat of what he said when I first went to him.

He doesn't want me to join, he says that I'm too young and that my quirk probably won't be very useful. Of course, he's not basing this off of any evidence, he's only seen that I have wings and none of the other aspects of my quirk.

I cut him off by flapping my wings while turning a few feathers into knives, sending them flying at him. They whiz past his face, one of the taking out a chunk of his hair, and he stares at me in silence for a few seconds before nodding in approval.

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Another scene change. I'm 5 years old, standing in a near-silent room. The only sound is my soft sobs as I stare at the scene in front of me. My parents are lying on the floor in a puddle of their own combined blood. All but the smallest of my feathers are missing from my wings and there are knives everywhere. Most of them are stuck in the torsos of my parents as they bleed out, and the rest are lying in the slowly growing puddle of blood.

I'm on my knees, my clothes and hands covered in blood as I sob over my parents corpses. I pull out some of the knives, hoping to help them in some way, but all it does is make the blood flow faster and send droplets of blood and chunks of flesh flying as it takes all my strength to yank the knives out, tears flowing down my cheeks and mixing with the blood surrounding me.

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I sit upright in bed, panting softly end in a cold sweat. It's pitch dark outside, and the cheap alarm clock on the nightstand says it's a few minutes after midnight. I groan softly and climb out of bed, using the elevator to head down to the ground floor.

I head toward the lounge area and sit down in front of one of the couches, staring at the wall and trying to use my other thoughts to push away the memories brought back by that nightmare. Instead, I focus on the fact that the UA staff managed to find out my name.

If they know my name, what else could they know about me? My birthday? Where I was born? What happened to my parents? No, don't be ridiculous, not even the police know what happened to my parents. I fled the scene before they could find out.

The next thing I know, it's relatively bright out and there's someone exiting the elevator. Of course, because I have the worst luck in the history of everything, the person exiting the elevator is none other than Katsuki Bakugo.

Surprisingly, he doesn't yell at me. Instead, he shoots me a glare and says, "You look like shit. And your wings are all fucked up." Then, he heads into the kitchen, leaving me sitting there.

I turn my head to look at my wings and groan. He's right, they are all messed up. There are a bunch of loose feathers and bits that are sticking up all over the place. I move one of my wings in front of me and start smoothing the feathers and removing the ones that are too loose, silently dreading when I'll have to try to reach the feathers at the base.

I can feel Bakugo staring at me and I turn my head to the kitchen, shooting him a glare. "What do you want?"

He rolls his eyes and mumbles something before continuing whatever he's doing, so I just go back to fixing my wings, frowning as I struggle to reach the base. I'm so focused on my wings that I don't even hear the footsteps approaching me, only realizing when my hand is swatted away from my wings.

My eyes widen slightly as I look up, seeing Bakugo's scowling face looking down at me as he sits on the couch behind me and starts removing the loose feathers from my wings. His hands are surprisingly soft and gentle and the only thing keeping me from leaning into his touch is my fear of his quirk and the fact that I'm incredibly vulnerable like this.

"Um... why are you helping me?" I tilt my head slightly, frowning up at him.

"It was annoying seeing you struggle." He grunts, smoothing the feathers on my wings before standing up and walking away, leaving me alone again.

"He smells like burnt sugar..." I mumble under my breath, feeling my freshly groomed wings flutter a bit.

[A/N] Please ignore that most of what I wrote makes no sense with how the ground floor of the dorm is set up. Also, I'm trying to write these as fast as possible even though I'm only really gonna be updating this once a week cuz I don't know if I'll be able to keep writing over summer break. Sorry this chapter was a little shorter, I want to have some character interaction before I really get into the meat of the story for this book. (Also, in case you can't tell, I'm kinda leaning toward an enemies to lovers situation with Bakugo, but things might change if you guys don't want that)