Love Strings ✔; BNHA x Reader Oneshots

Scars; Todoroki. S

Scars//. Todoroki. S

First Person p.o.v.

The only sound that resonated the four walls of the cell, was the sounds of my many cellmates' screams. Their voices screamed as high as their vocal range could go, as they screamed their voices would crack and their vocal chords would give out.

One by one they would take them and their voices would plead with them to spare them, to stop their torment, to put down their torture weapons. But with every plead that they heard only fueled them to go on and continue their assault with more deeper cuts and wounds.

The cell was pitch black, black as tar, and as you try to move through the blackness, you would feel yourself become suffocated by the darkness as your breathing would increase. You would enter a state of panic and try to touch or hold on to something for comfort, as you would wave your arms around the blackness trying to feel something, to find something you would slowly feel your sanity slipping away.

I knew best, best to stay huddled in a corner with my arms wrapped around my knees as I warmed and comforted myself. I fiddled around with my tiny hands to try to keep my mind preoccupied with happy thoughts to block out the screams. 

The door to my cell swung open letting in a gust of freezing cold wind making my whole body go rigid. A deep red fluorescent light pooled into my cell filling my cell with the colour of blood. In the door frame stood a man, a man I knew all too well. He stood there with the same psychotic grin as he looked down at my small boney body, a result of malnutrition. 

My red-rimmed eyes with dark circles underneath them pleaded the man to spare me as I whimpered cowardly. He only laughed at my futile attempt as his heavy boots came in contact with the cold concrete. Which each step he took my heartbeat rose as my breathing became strained and rapid, my head felt light as everything around me became dizzy. 

He stood above me, looking down at me with a grin as I tried to push myself further into the wall behind me. He bent down and his gloved hand that had tortured and killed many, inched closer and closer towards me as his cackles echoed off the walls. Closer, closer, close–

Third Person p.o v.

Your eyes opened wide as a gasp left your mouth, you shot out of your bed, your hands clutched your chest trying to calm yourself down. Sweat dripped down your forehead as you felt light-headed from your increased breathing. 

A hand softly rested itself on your shoulder instantly calming you down, you placed your hand on top of his, squeezing it for reassurance. He moved your (H/C) hair away from your neck and shoulder and kissed the bare skin to comfort you. 

His tired airy voice softly spoke, "Are you okay?" 

As your heart rate started beating normally, you let out a breath and nodded your head. You got out of the bed you and your husband shared and headed towards the bathroom, not bothering to lock it. 

You stood there in the dark bathroom, already feeling the darkness suffocating you, you closed your eyes and hesitantly flicked the light switch on. You slowly opened your eyes fearing to see the red light, but instead, you saw the warming yellow light. You let out a sigh of relief and looked at yourself in the mirror. 

Your (H/C) hair was a mess as knots entangled themselves, your eyes had dark circles underneath them and your eyes were rimmed with red. You clutched your body as you slightly trembled. With a swift motion, you tore your shirt off and saw the artwork you have become.

Your body was painted with pinkish scars that varied from big to small, thick to skinny, long to short, deep to shallow. Its been 14 years and the events that took place when you were nine still haunt you till this day. 

Your eyes brimmed with tears as your hugged your scarred body, a constant reminder of him. You slid down the wall and hugged your knees close to your chest, just as you did when you were younger and cried. 

A soft knock came from the door as it slowly creaked open, revealing your partner. He looked at you with sadness and pain in his heterochromatic eyes. He kneeled down to you and enveloped your trembling body in a warm embrace. He held on to you tight as if he'd let go you'd break into a million pieces. 

His love for you radiated off of him and on to you, comforting you and warming your small body. You cried into his chest, letting out your bottled emotions and finally setting yourself free from his grasps. Your partner rubbed your back soothingly and spoke sweet nothings in your ears and kissed your forehead,

and told you he loved you...

Sars//. Todoroki. S

The bolded words spoke of the antagonist. 

–KYAI!