NIGHTMARES [Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead x Reader]

11

The day of one of the most big events in Japan was coming - an event that even rivaled that of the Olympics - U.A.'s Sports Festival. Everyone was eager to foresee this event especially the new main attraction which was Class 1-A. Usually it was the third year's time to shine because of their tenacity and vigor but because of the USJ incident, the First year's popularity skyrocketed.

All of the students were permitted to use the facilities to their liking and they were given more time to train instead of sitting around and listen to lectures. This only meant that it would be a great opportunity for the incredibly injured Eraserhead to relax himself despite of his great ordeal with not being able to use both arms as he wished. Luckily, his co-teachers didn't mind helping the mummy-like man whenever he had requests. Only, this afternoon, there was a different person who was to fulfill his request.

"Sorry for the trouble, Detective"

"No problem. I was thinking of trying to visit her anyway. I just didn't know exactly when", the younger male chuckled as he scratched his nape. 

After his thirty years of existence, why was he having butterflies in his stomach? Why now? He was unconsciously clenching his fists under his heavily wrapped bandages. And the man beside him could sense it.

"I'm sure she'd be happy to see you up on your feet again"

"You really think so?"

Tsukauchi glanced over to the elder male several times. Even under those bandages, he could sense the tenseness of his companion. "I know so"

After a one-hour drive, they reached the entrance of the detainment facility once more. Just like on their first visit, it gave off an ominous presence like nothing good can happen there. Both men went straight to see the people managing and handling [name]. At first, the personnel couldn't recognize him but they soon realized that it was the pro hero who once visited them before.

"Ah, Eraserhead and Detective Tsukauchi. Nice to see you again", a man in a lab coat and glasses greeted as he emerged from one of the rooms within the facility. He looked like one of those sinister mad scientists that you could only find in science-fiction horror films back in the days. "I take it that you had come for [name]. Is that correct?"

"Yes. We'd like to see her"

The man gave a grin and pulled out a cigar from his pocket so casually. "What's the hurry? Come. Why don't we have a drink, hm?" Even with the white fabric covering his features, he still managed to express that they had no time for idle chatter. "Okay. Suit yourself"

In the many years of experience that Aizawa has had, one of the most important skills he learned was being able to read an opponent and it was too obvious for the pro hero. This man was definitely up to something and it wasn't good.

"In all honesty, I wasn't expecting you to visit so soon but I guess I underestimated you" Sounds of their footsteps echoed through the empty halls as the doctor made conversation with both of them. "But you know, I was really intrigued with your results, I must say"

"What results?"

The doctor stopped in his tracks and faced the two but his attention directed more to the hero. "Results of the experiment, of course. You taking in [name] and having her in your care. That experiment"

Aizawa's brows furrowed. His tolerance was extremely high but there was just something about this guy that extremely pissed him off. "So you're telling me that you knew that this was bound to happen?"

The man chuckled and huffed a puff of smoke before answering with a creepy grin. "Yes, of course. This was bound to happen eventually. The question was when? and here we are. I wasn't planning on having you take her back so soon but I guess it can't be helped. I'll just have to wait till next time"

He led the two to [name]'s quarters and even opened the door for them to see. Once the steel door opened, a boiling rage crept up within Aizawa and Tsukauchi. That man was a maniac, a villain. No, he was a monster.

Each of [Name]'s arms and legs were chained on the corners of the bed, her mouth had a gag on it and a new collar was attached to her which looked more bothersome than the last. And it was already taking Tsukauchi all the discipline and self-restraint he had to not punch the guy in the gut. They ran up to her to see if she was alright or conscious. It had just been a few days since she came back in the accursed place but she looked much terrible than the first time they had seen her.

"You bastard! What did you do to her?"

"We're simply detaining her; constricting her movements to prevent further damages", the scientist seemed to be satisfied with his answer, not even feeling any ounce of remorse or guilt for the girl. "After all these years, I've never seen a fine specimen such as her. Its already taking me all I have to not cut her up whenever I see her", he then began to burst out in an uncontrollable laughter which just sent chills along their spines.

"You're sick", Tsukauchi spitted out.

"Oh am I?" The man's grin only grew wider as if what the officer said was a praise and not an insult. 

"We'll be taking her back now"

"Be my guest" With a snap of his fingers, the other personnel went in and unchained the limbs of the frail child. The police officer took the sheet of the mattress and draped around her trembling frame and carried her in his arms as the pro hero followed suit.

"She's never coming back here. I'll make sure of that", a tinge of anger in his usually monotone voice.

"Oh we'll see"

With no looking back, they headed back towards the car and the sun was already setting as they drove into the distance. Tsukauchi placed the unconscious [name] at the back seat, asking for the pro hero to stay there as well. With nothing much to do, he had the child's head rest on his lap, acting like a pillow for her to be a little more comfortable. There was a contorted expression on her face as she slept which only meant that she was in pain. 

He was told to not use his ability while he recovered but seeing [name] in that condition made him act otherwise and if he could help her, even just a little bit, he won't mind. He managed to  ease her up a little but knew that it wasn't enough. They had to bring her to Recovery Girl immediately.  The young man at front was gripping the steering wheel and gritting his teeth, doing his best to keep the fast pace but without exceeding the speed limit.

"Ai... zawa... san...", [name] called out. Her voice was absolutely dry and hoarse. Whether she was asleep or not, he didn't know. But hearing her call his name like that eased his nerves.

"Its time to go home"