||Call It Epiphany Or Serendipity|| [BNHA × Reader]

Chapter 1|Until I Did

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Self-Injury.

The pungent petrichor and loud crackling of the heavens just barely alerted you of the conditions above from your pained condition below. Around you contained a cocktail of luminous white lights to a range of muted colors, unable to feel anything but the freezing mush of a heel further pressing your skull into the cold concrete, sucking the heat from your body.

Deafening white static transitioning from booming yells that echoed through the cardboard box filled room. Visible rusty pipes framed the roof of the dusty room, plinking several puddles full. Groaning, you wrestled through the thickening shade to find the still light of reality. A sharp throbbing headache followed a dizzying visage.

This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

"Why the fuck hasn't he answered?!"

Loosely, an antique light hung from the room, shaking as the movement and ruckus continued. Harsh and prickly ropes tightly bounded your throbbing wrists as you tried once more to undo them.

If only I could.... just..

"My..my information said-!" The man meekly piped up, his hand open and held up showing a hologram that resembled some elegant tech you've seen in movies.

"I don't care what your information said -- it was wrong!" A deeper voice hollered from above you followed by a loud crash of glass.

Discreetly, you bent your hands in excruciating angles, trying to reach the switch on your ring.

It's a good thing these guys were amateur kidnappers. I mean who actually uses ropes these days? And not only that, they don't even know my quirk and yet put my wrists right in front of me for that matter. They wouldn't have used these stupid scratchy ropes had they known how to properly kidnap/hold someone hostage.

With a twitch you felt the miniature blade stab your palm and slice through your flesh with ease, creating a semi-deep gash in your palm. It retracted into the rusted, now coated in iron-rich fluid, gold ring tightly snug around your middle finger.

Feeling the warmth of your own blood run down the sides of your palm, you harshly clenched your fist and sucked out mass amounts of blood from the wound and solidified it 'til you could create a moderate length dagger.

Taking a breath through the added sting of pain, you flipped it and easily sliced through the unkempt ropes.

"I, I S-SAID I DON-DON'T... DON'T KNOW WH.. WHY THE FUC.. FUCKER HASN'T AN.. ANSWERED-" the frail man screamed shakily.

"I THOUGHT YOU TOLD ME HE CARED FOR HIS SHITTY BRAT!" He stomped his dirty heavy foot onto what felt like the hardest skull he's ever felt. You could only think of the stronger headache you'd recieve had you stayed any longer.

"YET SHE'S BEEN UNDER MY FOOT FOR 4 HOURS NOW, BEAT UP, AND ONLY INCHES AWAY FROM TAKING MY TEMPER OUT ON HER!" The half-lizard looking man continued screaming at the top of his lungs, teeth and fists clenched, veins prodding out and climbing up his thick neck and to his reddened face.

"Si..sir.." the man's hologram screen dissipated as fear overtook him. His bulging eyes wide in fear and looking directly over the shoulder of the other.

"What the fuck is it now Arth-" through the circle framed glasses his partner wore stood the reflection of the girl that should have been beneath him, smirking in satisfaction. Sword drawn, you stared straight at him through the lens.