Unspoken Bonds | S. Aizawa x Reader

xxxi. The Power of One's Past

Aizawa wasn't sure why, but out of nowhere his gut began to twist. A horrid feeling at the core of his soul was churning — the textbook definition of a bad gut feeling. On top of that, something had already been gnawing at him, a feeling that had long since been chewing it's way through his being, and had only been getting worse since what occurred at Kamino Ward — when he found himself froze in fear and utterly useless.

"Something's wrong." He spoke aloud, and while mainly to himself, the present company heard him.

Nemuri prompted, "Something's wrong? What do you mean?" 

I've stood idle enough over the years. "I'm leaving. Standing here accomplishes nothing."

"Aizawa, we don't even know where she is, or where to even look." The woman replied, grabbing him by the arm as he'd attempted to leave.

"Looking is better than standing here—"

"No, a plan is better than standing here, and we don't have that yet—"

"We need to act fast—"

"Yes, but we have no idea what she she's in right now, to have done what she did, something is mentally wrong. And you know as well as I do that none of us, and I mean none of us, could stop her if something snapped and she blew up."

Silence followed Nemuri's words, a thick silence.

"Endeavor." All Might was the first to break the silence. "He's done it before, albeit not without injury, but he can."

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A bad decision was being made. A horrendously bad decision, one of horrific proportions.

That feeling Lightbringer had felt, the one pulling her—and now Endeavor— wasn't simply a gut feeling or intuition. No, it wasn't anything even remotely natural. It was what had been done by All For One, a switch that had only been shut off, not removed.

A switch that had been flipped back on, just not with enough power as the new holder, Tomura Shigaraki, was experimenting with the wiring. Pulling and prying with the individual strings rather than simply maximizing the power. Because in his mind, where's the fun in that?

He was a sadistic man, and after what had happened, he was a man with an even deeper vengeance. 

Endeavor had noticed a change as they walked. What had gone from [L/n] walking slowly and a bit hesitantly at times, as if she were questioning where they were heading, she now walked with haste and a very clear path.

Knowing exactly where she was going, despite never going there before.

And yet while he had been very willing to go through with this, this simple change in how she moved set all of that off.

There were bad ideas that could be stuck to, where the consequences could be dealt with. 

And then there was this.

"Hey," His voice was stern as he grabbed her shoulder and brought her to a dead halt. "I know you want answers, and I know I was in support of this... but bull-rushing may not be the greatest — or safest — idea."

[L/n] was silent, and that alarmed him. Turning her around, as he had not seen her face in sometime considering not only was she leading the way, but moving quite fast at that, his gut clenched. Her eyes met his, but they were simply voids.

They still held the same [e/c] hue, but there was no thought, no emotion, absolutely nothing.

He mumbled, "Fuck," hardly loud enough for her to even hear, not that it registered in any regards either way. "They never lost hold of you."

Silence. Not a word, not even a breath as far as he could tell.

"Can you hear me at all?" At no point had she lost eye contact with him, and the empty look was haunting him, an image he knew would be stuck in his head. "You look... dead."

The rain had sense cleared, allowing for the crescent moon to illuminate them. Hesitantly, he released her shoulder and touched her cheeks, which were thankfully warm as he'd begun to assume she was a controlled corpse.

"We're going back." He was as stern as could be as he'd grabbed her wrist and attempted to pull her in the opposing direction, yet she stayed entirely still. Endeavor was significantly larger than her, but after whatever modifications the League had done, her strength was horrific, unfortunately for him.

His phone began to ring, yet didn't even consider looking at it as he was afraid of what would happen if he took his eyes off of her for even the slightest moment. He certainly didn't want to do anything that would prompt her to fight, but knew there was no way of simply getting her to go back with him. The only conclusion he arrived to, was knocking her out as swiftly as possible.

His phone rang again, yet he continued to ignore it.

Sorry about this, was his only thought as he drew back his fist. Yet before he swung, images, more-so memories, flashed in front of him. He was no longer in an alleyway. He was at home, and the drawn back fist was aimed at his family. There was screaming, crying, pleading.

One's past always seems to torment them in the worst of moments.

The only thing that snapped him back to reality were words pleaded between gritted teeth, "Do it!"

Once again in the present, Enji's eyes widened at the sight before him. Unlike the last time, where the lights were seemingly off upstairs during the control, they were on. Lightbringer's eyes glistened and her body trembled, an extreme act of will as she attempted to regain control.

"I said do it, Enji Todoroki!" She yelled as loud as she could, with a maximum amount of frantic.

"Fuck!" Enji screamed, swinging his fist with full strength towards her head. Right before it made contact, her Quirk activated, and all he could see was white.

It was hot, hotter than before. Hotter than anything he'd ever felt. His fist had still managed to make contact, but it wasn't enough, and the resistance began. It was weak resistance, as [L/n] was still struggling for control, but any resistance was bad.

He persevered, because no matter what, he wasn't letting the League get her, not again. With as much guilt as he had determination, he gripped the side of her head and with just under lethal force, slammed it into the brick wall of the building they were behind. It took more than one time, and he felt like a monster.

Darkness returned, though it took some time for the sun spots to leave his eyes before he could see even remotely okay. She was unconscious, Quirk no longer activated, and laying on the ground. It by no means should've been that hard to knock her out, and it was obvious that the switch in her head was a part of that.

He slid down the wall, roughly half of his clothing burned away, what remained only being there because everything he had was built to withstand his own flames. He swore under his breath a million times as he'd looked between his bloody hand and her bloodied head before looking up at the sky, 

"Am I truly only good for violence?"

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Time had passed, not an enormous amount by any means, though to Enji it felt like hours.

The use of her Quirk had done what it was supposed to do, trigger the bracelet and set off an alarm. It was no time at all before Aizawa had been alerted and himself, Present Mic, Midnight, and even Tsukauchi arrived to the scene. Aizawa was the first to reach her, kneeling down on the ground and immediately feeling for a pulse, followed up by using his scarves to wipe the blood from her face and neck.

"What the hell happ—" His voice was full of distress, but he cut himself off upon seeing the look on Endeavor's face. Because it was a look that he had never seen on the man, the Flaming Number One, the symbol of fiery rage and battle.

Raw devastation.

"It isn't just her occupying her head. I don't know to what lengths, but whatever AFO did is still there," He paused, looking up to meet Aizawa's gaze, "But this time, she was still there."

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