𝒟𝑜 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌? ᰔ K. Bakugo

Chapter 8: Accidents and internships pt2

posted on: 03.09.2024

You couldn't sleep.

Wheter it was because of your more than just a shitty sleep schedule or the fact that every single time your eyes fell shut All for One appeared. 

You didn't know if it was because of the near-death situation you were at your last fight, or if it was because of your now short hair. 

It definitely wasn't the bed's problem. The bed at Hawks' agency felt more than inviting. 

Even when you managed to take a little nap, you would see him. See him through your chained self, his hand nearing your face to torture you with different kinds of quirks for experimental reasons, the beeping of the monitor more than evident in your ears, the screams coming out of your vocal cords reverberating through your mind like a curse, repeating the sound until you would wake up with sweat covering your body. 

One look at your clock told you everything you needed to know. 

5:05

You had only slept for five minutes. 

Five fucking minutes of torture. 

Sometimes you would question yourself if it was better to continue gaslighting yourself or to face the problem. 

As much as it seemed, you weren't strong. 

You were far from that. 

Mentally and emotionally at least. 

The HPSC even had to gaslight you too in order for you to live with your locked-up memories. 

"What do you mean, Nyx? We found you homeless on the street, saw your talent and brought you in. We never rescued you from somewhere" 

"He's right. Why do you believe that a big scary man tortured you? We gave you your physical abilities and those black spikes. Don't you believe us?"

You were a child. A child who was merely five years old. Of course, you would believe those people who played nice with you. 

They had told you to not believe your memories. To doubt every part of yourself and those scars you have. Told you that those scars were from training and that you felt so lonely on the streets that you one day started to make everything up. 

You couldn't actually believe that you believed those lies for 10 years. And that you supported their arguments by gaslighting yourself too. 

And all it took was a name to make you remember everything as vividly as the day it happened. 

You didn't want to remember it. You weren't strong enough to face them. You weren't strong enough to deal with them. 

So you started to ignore them, pressing them into the corner of your mind. 

Taking some stress relieving pills and gulping them down, you got out of bed, quickly putting on your hero costume for your secret hero persona before you opened the door to your balcony, jumping off the railing, the air resistance so comfortable that it calmed you for a single second. The spikes grew out rapidly as you took off, your face only inches away from the ground before you flew up, the night a dear friend you made along your work, the setting moon welcoming you with its brightness as your wings brought you to Tokyo and on a lower building between some higher buildings.

Dangling your legs over the edge, you sucked on a red lollipop you had fished out of your pocket, the bright orange and yellow hue mixed together to create a bright sunrise, its sunbeams radiating a warmth you hadn't witnessed since your childhood shining over your figure, your mask danging on your neck as you took in its full beauty, birds flying over the horizon towards the sun, melting together with it and disappearing in its colours.