probability and calamity: Mha x male child reader

Dark thoughts

Y/n was uncertain how to respond to Detective Tsukauchi, who looked at him with eyes full of sympathy. Unfamiliar with such kindness, Y/n could only sit on the hospital bed, tears brimming in his eyes as he attempted to soothe his frayed nerves. A troubling thought haunted him: what if his response upset the hero and detective before him? What if they rejected him as the scientists had? Could they truly be any different?

Maybe they could be even worse...

Maybe they could be better...

 Tsukauchi: I'm only going to ask a few questions Y/n, I'm sure you wish to be alone right now.

Y/n; O-Okay...

Tsukauchi inhaled deeply and exhaled with a sigh. He had encountered crimes that revolted him to the core, witnessed deranged individuals commit acts that could shatter even the most resilient spirit. Observing Y/n, it was apparent the boy had endured suffering. But to what extent? There was only one way to discover...

 Tsukauchi: Do you know why you were in that laboratory Y/n? Anything, tell us what happened down there...

Y/n squirmed slightly on the bed, there hadn't been a single good memory in his life, he grew up within the facility and never saw sunlight, being treated like a lab rats had shattered his very spirit and mind, he wasn't even sure if he had escaped, maybe he was still bleeding out and the whole situation was concocted in his mind as a way to sooth his nerves 

Summoning some courage, Y/n looked up from the bed and stared at  Tsukauchi, his eyes full of tears.

Y/n: i-I was raised in the Lab...because...my quirks...

Tsukauchi and Aizawa narrowed their eyes; it wasn't uncommon for men and women of science to experiment on someone with a remarkable quirk. They also noted that y/n mentioned possessing two quirks, which was beginning to clarify the situation.

Y/n: T-They wanted me...to use my quirks, when I d-didn't...

Tears continued to stream from Y/n's eyes as a tumult of emotions threatened to unleash Calamity. The shadows near Y/n appeared to stir with life. Fortunately, Eraserhead noticed the turmoil and engaged his quirk. Simultaneously, the young boy exerted all his will to suppress his own volatile quirk, managing to find a brief respite in the storm of his feelings.

Y/N: T-They made me do...tests...

 Tsukauchi: What sort of test Y/n? what did they make you do?

Y/n was hesitant to speak, haunted by the memories of his actions in his brief life. He recalled subject Bravo, a boy his age who had to be sacrificed for Y/n's survival. That moment marked Y/n's limit; he could no longer endure the abuse and experiments. Yet, it seemed inconsequential... the boy's soul was so deeply wounded that a lifetime might not suffice for healing.

Y/n: I...I...didn't want to hurt anyone...they...made me hurt people and things...

A vein on Aizawa's forehead seemed ready to burst as the truth dawned on him. Those fiends in the lab were undoubtedly attempting to exploit Y/n's quirks for some nefarious purpose, or even worse, they were aiming to mould an innocent child into a weapon of war. Clenching his right hand into a fist, Aizawa sat on the edge of Y/n's hospital bed, his heart breaking into countless pieces, knowing this was all so terribly wrong...

This was more than wrong...

This was fucking evil...

Y/n: I-I don't know why they hurt me, but I was scared...will...you hurt me?

Both men immediately opened their eyes; although the question appeared obvious, they swiftly recalled that Y/n had endured a life that few could tolerate. With a bright smile, Tsukauchi shook his head.