Nebulous Sojourn [BNHA Fem!reader Insert]

2. Irreverence

This chapter is lighter compared to the last don't worry
We're slowly getting there :0

You laughed to yourself.

Not even a ticking clock was present to distract you.

The humming machines added an unsettling movement while the white walls were the only company. On some strong painkillers, the pain was dulled to a background noise that you could ignore. The bedsheets from the hospital were thin and provided no heat or comfort to wrap around you. The room felt unbearably cold, and you started shivering. Your distant gaze was locked onto the coat that lay on your lap.

Two bronze-coloured pins.

Five petals per flower.

A forget-me-not.

A column-like cluster of smaller blossoms.

A lavender.

Fidelity. Distrust. A perfect pair predestined to fall to hell.

You had won by all means. You lived; now a survivor.

It could be called luck. But luck comes at the detriment of others.

And this price was more than you could pay back by yourself. Your luck had filled in the deficit.

At the feeling of another large rumble, you awoke once more with a startle.

You ran because there was nothing else to do. The fighting had gotten closer, and so you fled to anywhere. Rounding a corner, you panted, out of breath and slumped to the floor against the wall, defeated.

Heroes started amassing, having began to arrive on the scene with backup. Peering into the group, you almost wanted to throw a punch at them and scream:

'Where were you when I needed it the most?'

Did they simply not care for the massacre?

Now, your hands have taken a life or two. The murder of crows had sat still as statues, paying respect to the fallen. You wanted to reach out to them. They understood. They had to.

"Do you think these actions make me evil? That it is redeemable?" You whispered to no person.

Who were you trying to fool? You already had the answer.

It didn't matter. Yes, you were a bad person. You had already been playing with it. Going off of that assumption made navigating life much easier on your sense of self. It made each excellent deed that much more precious. The crows joined you at the side. Around a dozen of them kept close to your body as you started to calm down, breathing slowly and letting out a small sigh. With them huddled near, a warm sensation brewed in your chest, and it felt safe, stable even. Calm in the eye of a storm.

Suddenly, a hero noticed your small figure sitting at the side of a wall after sweeping the area.

"Hey there, are you alright?" They rushed to you, leaned down to your level, and offered a hand.

"Yes." The automatic response was one you could not control and was of habit. Bleeding out from your head and back, your right wing was almost hacked off by a blade. The hero had likely followed the trail of dripping blood and found you. Making no effort to accept the hand, you sat still and unresponsive.

All that energy spent all at once, and injuries had made your surreal reality start to fill with noise. Through it, you needed to throw your fury at something.

'Hero? Because we all relied on you, I'm left to save the souls that you couldn't. After you enjoy the limelight, who is left to scavenge the scraps that will sow volatility and run rampant? Oh, right, it's all covered up. 'For the greater good'? Stop bitching lies and hypocrisy. Don't tell me I have to do something because you give half-empty promises?'