You looked with fear at your hands. No matter how many times you had this nightmare, you always felt like you were going to vomit. You wanted to get up and leave, but as always, your legs refused to obey you. The blood that was pouring over your shoulders, drove you crazy. You looked down at your mother's dead body, feeling dizzy. Every day the same dream, from the same moment. You turned away, even though you knew what was going to happen to you.
Your father stood with the policeman in the middle of the living room. A nice young captain tried to calm the man, the one who gave you a furious look every now and then. Suddenly, the sounds of conversation came to your ears. You closed your eyes, expecting words that would come out of your father's mouth right away.
- Her, a hero? How can a murderer save anyone?
You opened your eyes, feeling a pleasant breeze. You looked at the big clock in the middle of the city and sighed. The world was coming to an end if that person was late. You looked up and smiled slightly when you saw the full moon. Over the past years, you've always taken a short break and looked at the sky. At night it had some magical power. It had something in it that the sky did not have in the daytime.
- Forgive me for being late! - you turned around and looked at the blonde who, surprisingly, came here in his 'smaller, pumped down' form. You got up slowly, still leaning against the wall of the building on which you stood. You took a step forward and stood right in front of him. In spite of his poor condition, he was still taller than you, and his incredibly blue eyes were looking at you anxiously.
- Who would have thought that I will live to the day when I will have to wait for you - you smiled slightly. You moved the sore bones and started to walk ahead, giving him a sign that you were not going to stay here anymore.
He followed you without a word. Less than half a year has passed, since your last meeting, and you looked even more tired than before. He was sure you had lost weight and the bags under your eyes had become gigantic. You were wearing some dark clothes, with long sleeves that skillfully covered your, always covered in bandages, arms.
- Well, good, that you came back home - you stood and looked sadly at the man.
- Home? All Might, do not kid yourself - he raised his eyebrows and followed you, expecting you to continue - I've only came back to get a permission to continue the mission - he stood and looked in horror at your retreating back, feeling the embrace in his heart when you started head towards the UA high school.
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Scars (Aizawa x Reader)
Fanfiction"A murderer can not become a hero." 10 years have passed since you set off on a mission, taking the role of an antihero. When you come back you need to deal with the scars again, which have not healed in spite of time. Pain and guilt do not let you...
