My Hero Academia One Shots ~Males x Reader~

Midoriya x Reader Traumatophobia pt. 2

Lotsa violence in this one! Be warned!

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Your POV

"Come on young lad, you need to talk to us." The magician said as he loomed over a silent Bakugo, "He won't talk.

"Maybe he'd talk if he bled a little bit?" The girl brought out her knives and launched at his arms, ready to slice them open.

"Don't touch him." You struggled against your restraints, but stopped when you realized it was futile, "He may be a jackass, but he is a heroic jackass and nothing you say will change that." The heads of the villains turned to stare both metaphorical and literal daggers at you. Then the man who you presumed was the leader of this despicable troupe turned to you. Before speaking, Dabi, whispered something in his ear.

"Tomura, don't do anything rash." The ghost-like man behind the counter cautioned.

"I know Kurogiri." The man called Tomura turned to you and studied you for a second, as if thinking about how to go forth in this conversation, "Y/n, your power is flame healing?" You said nothing.

"That seems like a pretty violent method to heal people." You simply shrugged, he didn't deserve the breath it would take to reply.

"You know that you will never be able to heal everyone, you will always be a failure. With that in mind, do you want to continue this futile path of becoming a hero, or follow the only path for you and become a villain?"

"I'd rather die than become a villain!" You spat on the hand mask belonging to your captor. The lackeys that were nonchalantly hanging around the sides of the room were suddenly at attention due to your intentional and deep disrespect. The man with the hands stepped back, folded his arms and started tapping his foot while mumbling incoherently. It would've been adorable had it been your lover that was doing that and not your overbearing captor. Thirty seconds of simple mumbling was all it took for him to decide. Behind the bar the large shadow man with yellow flame-like eyes named Kurogiri was drying glasses. He noticed his friend was about to speak and immediately set his stuff down so that he could be ready to act at a moment's notice.

"Toga." The girl who had nearly shanked Bakugo earlier perked up, "Take anyone you want except Dabi and Kurogiri and do with her what you will, she is of no use to us here. I don't care how long it takes, but in the end, she must be dead." Her face lit up and yours drained of all color.

"No, no don't do this!" You begged, beginning to struggle as your very life depended on it.

"Sorry sweetie, you had your chance, now you are out of my hands." Of all the phobias to have, as a hero, having a fear of injury was the absolute worst. See Bakugo was the target so they weren't going to hurt him, but you, you were a bit of improv as Mr. Compress said. You were free game to maim. Luckily for you, Bakugo had no care for anyone, least of all you so it meant that he wouldn't fall to their schemes of torturing you as an incentive.

"Spinner and Twice, come with me!" You were held at knife-point by Toga while dragged by Twice into a separate room. Anxiety was building in your stomach, you could barely keep your head straight with the threat of the sharp, blood-stained blade at your throat.

'down the hall thirty paces, in through the door on the left, down seven flights of stairs, down another hallway thirty-three paces, left, and to the blue door where a hell-scape lie in a palette of brick red, blood red, rusty brown, blinding white and polished silver. She went to a little keypad on the right side of the door and put in the code 1823. She spun open the vault-like wheel and the door hissed open.