Blood Forger (BNHA x Male Reader)

Chapter 17: Takes One to Know One

"You'll have to tell us how you did that later!" Kaminari exclaimed excitedly, staring at (M/n) with wide eyes.

"..Yeah." (M/n) replied with a lot less energy than Kaminari. (M/n)'s mood dropped severely after he sat down, he stood for less than twenty minutes and he was already exhausted. Maybe it was from the overexertion of his Quirk, or Quirks, but only time could tell.

"Who knew you could do something like that." Tokoyami said in a hushed voice, though everyone could hear. (M/n) lowered his head slightly as those words began to sink in. After all, it is true. (M/n) himself didn't know what he was capable of, until now.

Midoriya sat off a little away from his classmates, pondering how he would bring this up with All-Might, a discussion was sure to be en-route. Nobody should be capable of what (M/n) just did..-

"Midoriya, you've been quiet lately, what's wrong?" Kirishima asked cautiously, careful not to scare the green-haired boy in his dream-like state.

Midoriya quickly wiped the confused expression off his own face and looked back at his friends, "O-oh, sorry" He smiled, rubbing the back of his head in light embarrassment. "I was just.. thinking."

"pfft, hahahaha" Kirishima burst into laughter, "Same ol' Midoriya."

One by one, everyone returned to their usual selves, all except for (M/n), of course.

"I'll be back in a little bit." (M/n) whispered as he shoved his hands in his pockets. Hastily walking down the steps and again to the empty hallway, not waiting for any replies.

Behind (M/n), the entrance into the stadium, he could hear the shouts of glee as President Mic announced the next match, Tenya versus Todoroki.

"A match like that shouldn't even be allowed." (M/n) huffed in humorless laughter. He was becoming the person he despised the most, one that looked down on others, but it was like an endless abyss, and he didn't bother trying to climb out of it.

(M/n) trudged to one of the many bathrooms in the stadium, luckily, nobody was in this one to bother him as he was trying to recuperate. He took long steps to the sink, turning the faucet on. (M/n) quickly positioned his hands under the running water, gathering it up in the palm of his hands, and splashing it onto his restless face.

The boy repeated these steps a few more times, hopefully finding some settlement to the building qualm within the depths of his heart. He missed being happy, he missed being care-free, he missed everything he thought was slowing him down-

"It's still there." A familiar voice rung throughout the empty bathroom. (M/n) felt no danger from whoever this person was, so he didn't bother lifting his face from the water.

"Your body is just rejecting itself." It continued, "You emotionally split yourself in two during the chivalry battle." "The only thing other's got from the situation was the sensation of fear, the emotion you seem to be numb to." "You exposed that inner anguish, and unfortunately, nobody could understand it." "So their brain interpreted it as danger."