Unspoken Bonds | S. Aizawa x Reader

xxx. Lightbringer and Endeavor pt. III

Forty-three times.

That was the amount of times Lightbringer had rewatched that singular YouTube video.

Aizawa had immediately alerted Midnight, Present Mic, and Nezu, all of whom were in his home now, and in her bedroom looking at the tv.

"Anything else she wrote anywhere? Any sign as to where she went?" Prompted Nezu, getting nothing but a shake of the head from Aizawa.

"While you all were on the way, I searched everywhere up and down — nothing, absolutely nothing." The man was pacing back and fourth, thinking and inwardly panicking and stressed to the moon and back.

"I have a few other Sensei's looking around the school grounds, but no word from anyone I'm afraid. I'm not sure how she would've gotten off campus without some form of alarm or anything going off, but it's starting to look like that's what's happened." Nezu informed.

"I know Madam President put a sort of device on her wrist, right? Something that tracked her Quirk usage and would alarm them if it was in excess or anything? Could it possibly track her whereabouts in general?" Midnight brought up, garnering the attention of all in the room.

"We can only hope."

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Her steps were slow as she walked throughout the city, as aimless as she could be. No goal in mind, no set destination, just walking with her head low and in the most inconspicuous clothing she could find.

However, she felt a subconscious pull — like she was being guided somewhere, though [L/n] didn't understand why, or rather what, was causing it.

She felt empty and hollow, like a shell of herself. She'd been so trusting, was told how good of a Hero she was, how there were so many children who looked up to her, and yet what she'd seen had shown herself in the worst possible light.

Lightbringer? As if.

That kid, Katsuki Bakugou, she'd heard his name before in whispers, about how important it was to keep them as far apart from one another as possible until her memory had been taken care of. Now she understood why.

She'd tried to hurt him, kidnap him, and who knows what else. Seeing him could've triggered the worst of the worst.

I am no Hero.

It began to rain, and she felt at least somewhat relieved that she had a hoodie on, though it would only be so long before the rain would soak through and she'd be drenched.

[L/n] knew that the pull she was feeling could very well be linked to the man, All for One, who to her, seemed to be the one she followed the orders of when she attacked Bakugou. 

If none of them will give me answers, maybe he, or whoever, will. I don't need to be coddled, I need the truth.

There was a rage building up, at least that was the only emotion she could really compare how she felt to. She could tell she was loved and cared for — but perhaps that was the crutch. They didn't want to hurt her or her feelings, to possibly do anymore damage to her than was already done. 

What could possibly be worse than me being stripped of myself, in every possible way, and attempting to harm a child? 

Are they afraid of what I could become?