bnha x male reader •the hidden omega•

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•Then•

These 'plans' that (M/n) had weren't exactly extra. 'Plans' meaning, taking a ride.

(M/n) grabbed his skate board thinking, thinking about inviting his usual boarding partners. He sighed and put his earbuds in, and ended up just shuffling a play list consisting of rock music (just for the story). He walked out and shut the front door locking it. Sal had done a pretty okay job a cleaning up his cuts and oozes. He left one foot on the board, and had the other work. It wasn't hot, but pretty chilly, and he regretted not putting on a hoodie this late at night. (M/n) felt the wind picking up his mop of hair. He sighed on content, feeling entirely exhausted. His rock music didn't go with the scenery, so with that being said, the music turned genres, into something slow.

He was hurting, mentally and physically, more physical, but still hurt. His monotone look never left, even though he was dying to smile at the cold. He was missing some people. But he never thought that they could miss him.

He felt safe, his sleeves of tattoos gave him 'shelter', as you could say. But, nevertheless he still felt as though his safe haven was incomplete. Because something was missing. (d̫u̫h̫)

(M/n) rubbed his face, watching the stars above pass by. He stopped when a car was crossing a path. But the car never took off. The window rolled down.

"Hmn..?"

"Hey kid. Have you seen my daughter around here?"

The man in the shadow of his car showed him a picture. (M/n) took it, and what fucking got his anger rilled up was the picture was his sister.

(M/n) tore the picture.

"Why the hell do you have a picture of my sister?"

(M/n) got off his board and ran around tearing the man from the driver window.

"Answer the fucking question!"

(M/n) beat the man senseless. There was a siren.

"Why?!"

The man grumbled, blood and spit poured like a waterfall. Doors slamming and screams were heard. (M/n)s hands were bound behind his back. "Sir, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can be held against you."

(M/n) got out of the grasp, but was tackled by a heavier man. "Get the fuck off!" The man chuckled. "I cant wait to see you behind bars."

(M/n) smirked slyly. "Kinky."

•Now•

Aizawa sighed. "Students I know you've seen the news—" "Just put it on the fucking projector already."

(M/n) was shown on the news, with bleeding and bruises fist. He was very bloody, already with bandages and bruises on his face, his tattoo didn't make him seem anymore innocent.

"Today (L/n) (M/n) was brought into the local jail today for public offense. Jury says he told them, 'He was asking if i'd seen his daughter. But the mother fucker showed me a picture of my sister.' The young police officer who tackled him from escape said this during the action, 'The fact that his sarcastic remarks and emotionless face was projected throughout questioning was interesting. We're just glad he didn't use his quirk, otherwise the man would be dead.' This isn't his first time being put in a police car, earlier last year he was charged with being involved with the mafia."

Somewhere behind bars (M/n) laughed. "The fucking Mafia? Bullshittttt—"

"What the helllll, c'mon (n/n).." Denki groaned.