Bonds - The Past Echoes | MHA Reader-Insert

Whispers From All Sides

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Being placed under house arrest was supposed to be an infuriating experience for Hikisaku. It was supposed to be her punishment for choosing to ignore Aizawa's orders. It was supposed to keep her from taking part in the search Y/N L/N, a search that had gone cold because of her intervention.

And, it was.

Until she woke up at around 11AM, and realized that she wasn't the only one who had been "disciplined" by Aizawa. She had walked into the living room to see that Uraraka was already at work cleaning. This punishment of hers suddenly became incredibly awkward as well.

Hikisaku was quick to turn around to start walking back to her room. She wasn't fast enough, however, as Uraraka lifted her head from cleaning the boogers someone left under the armrest of a couch to catch her before she could take a single step.

"Hey!" Uraraka greeted her.

"U—Um....." She let out immediately after, as her brain finally processed what her eyes were seeing.

The tall girl at the opening of the hall was severely underdressed. Hikisaku was down to the essentials, as she had taken off her tattered clothing as soon as they returned from the hospital. She didn't bother with changing into something more comfortable, despite how cold nights were becoming.

Which, if she didn't bother dressing to warm herself up, then of course she didn't try to dress appropriately.

Her choice of undergarments was strangely overdesigned. No one was going to see the lace she was wearing under normal circumstances.
It wasn't too big of a surprise though, as she was almost uncharacteristically fashionable, despite usually never leaving her apartment.

What she was wearing was probably the thing that most people would bother to look at. There wasn't much to her slender bottom half, and bulky top half.
There also weren't any notable curves to speak of. All of these details, were most likely the result of the steroids she was subjected to for years.

All those features, Uraraka did not take notice of. The only thing of note to her, was the utter lack damage of any kind on Hikisaku's body. The entirety of her body was pristine, in contrast to your heavily beaten and battered figure.

"I didn't expect anyone else to be here." Hikisaku answered the question Uraraka was bound to ask, without turning around.

"And knowing that, you decided to walk around with nothing on?" Uraraka asked disapprovingly.

Upon realizing what that meant, she swiftly got to her feet.

"Hold on. Does that mean that you forgot I was also under house arrest?" Uraraka pointed at Hikisaku, despite still having her back turned to her.

"Looks like it." Hikisaku said nonchalantly. She clearly did not want to be having this conversation, or speaking, at all.

"How were you planning on cleaning up the place yourself after waking up this late?" Uraraka asked like a moron, as the answer should've been obvious to her.

A short, yet uncomfortable stretch of quietness followed before Hikisaku broke it, feeling as though she had to. Well, duh. She had just been asked a question. Leave it to Hikisaku to not be able to have a proper conversation.