safety stars | bnhaxmalereader

~ ch 11

APS ARE OVER AND I AM SO HAPPY OKWAHTOPIAHSGPOIASHGP9AIHG

guys i promise in the end it'll make sense TRUST just read the yap for nowj

i also switched Y/N to [Name]. don't know why, i just did

i also introduce an oc in this chapter - if you read and remember the information chapter, then this guy is from the remedial hero course :)

they both are! there's a little more information about them at the bottom author's notes as well, but if you need a refresher on how my changed hero course works then you can always review it. Don't worry! Happy reading :)

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"How did you hear me?"

You force your head to swivel where the voice comes from. All around you, the only thing you can hear is the pained screaming that makes up this warping man's body.

For some reason, all you can hear from him is screams.

There's one voice that sticks out; pleading for help.

You don't know who they are, or why they're trying to save themselves. But the warp gates this man creates scream in agony everytime they're opened, like they're being ripped apart. They are lost, you can tell that much. Because of your quirk, everyone has a pull around them, but this man has a cacophony of them. There are so many absorbed within him, all of different strength and colors, that just listening to his quirk and his voice makes you sick.

"You can't hear yourself?" You parrot back. The poison's not out of your system. If you can, you'd really like to put off a fight until the brunt of your adrenaline can ward it off. The pained cries of death don't really help.

"No. But I can hear you. Your nonstop screaming makes my head hurt."

You blink.

His solid shifting glowing eyes blink back.

"I'm not screaming," You tilt your head in confusion, "You are."

The warped man looks taken aback.

His shifting warp-smoke that he used to open the gates and surrounded you with earlier begin to twirl around itself, the tendrils comfortingly hugging each other, like they're glad they've finally been heard. For a second, the screaming quiets into sobs of agonized relief, like a sip of water delivered too late to save a parched man, but early enough to deliver a tiny bit of simple relief.

For a moment, the two of you stare at each other.

Who is this man? Why does he speak of screams that radiate off of you, but not the screams that radiate off of him?

"I am?" His voice doesn't sound like a singular person; it sounds like a chorus on drugs, played over a bad quality speaker in an auditorium.

"Yeah."

And the warp villain shudders. Like there's a sliver of something he's trying to recover.

And then there's pure silence.

Even his screams have stopped.

And for some reason, you think that this moment has happened before.

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And then when you come to, you're in someone's arms.

They scream what sounds like a garbled version of your name.

The screams from the man with the gates are gone now.

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You dream of choruses singing songs you don't think exist yet and memories that belong to different people - none of whom you think you know. Sometimes, your own face stares back at you when you drift away for too long.