Fight or Flight [BNHA x reader]

A new home

Key from now on: underlined=talking in english regular formatting is japanese

You were knelt in front of the family giving a mission report down to the last detail you could remember. It was dead silent, the sound of your slightly detached voice and the soft thrum of the generator were the only things to quell the quiet.

When you finished, nobody said a word. Instead, your grandfather stood up and walked out, knowing what that meant you followed behind him. He was disappointed, he had hoped you could move past your unfortunate...curiosity for more than the Tenshi way but he was wrong. You were emotional to his standards and no matter how many times your father had numbed you to the feelings of anything that would affect your work, you still let it seep in. If the quirk suppression wouldn't work, they were going to beat the feeling out of you until you were the tool they needed.

You followed him into the Icebox: a room that would freeze over until the person was reaching levels of frostbite and hypothermia before warming up. Repeating the cycle until you couldn't even think about something not pertaining to the Tenshi without feeling like you were going to freeze.

You dropped to your knees, your hands being chained up by shackles hanging from the ceiling. Your grandfather said nothing as he turned and locked the door on you, your heart squeezing at the cold look he gave. This was the one room that scared you, the one you wanted to avoid at all costs but even in success you had failed, you deserved this punishment.

With the press of a button the temperature in the room declined quickly, your grandfather having a slight glee at watching as you began to shiver and the frost began to creep up on the white walls. Breathing was painful in the cold, it burned going into your lungs and you had to take extra care not to cough with each breath. Your eyes stung to blink, the air was so cold you had to shut them in fear of them freezing open.

The longer you were chained in the 'icebox' the more your body was slowly beginning to shut off. Your breathing was shallow and slow between the inhale and exhale, you were so cold you couldn't even shiver. The tips of your fingers were completely white, the blood not reaching the outermost extremities and your grandfather knew if it went on any longer, they would begin to darken with frostbite. When you were on the cusp of passing out, the man monitoring your suffering switched the room to begin to heat up.

You spent two hours in the heat, it was almost as painful to get warm as it was to freeze and the intermittent questioning and reminding you what you had failed was doing nothing to ease the pain. As soon as your body was functioning normally and you were given a bar and some water the room froze over once more. You were positive this was what hell was like. You wanted to cry, to scream, it hurt but you could do nothing.

When your body was finally going numb to the cold once again, the door hissed and your grandmother walked in. her katana was poised to strike and she bit back a noise of disdain at your pitiful form. If only you had been fully suppressed like your father had worked on; a half working tool was worse than a broken one.

"Do you understand why you are in punishment training right now?" Your lilac eyes met her cold ones, she could see the confusion swarming in your depths. The woman frowned, the look making her pinched face that much more menacing. Sure, success was everything but you were still needing to be fixed to be perfect, having thoughts of anything but your mission was going to make you fail...they couldn't have that. "You succeeded in part of your mission but you got caught up with the children around you. You used your body for something an assassin is not supposed to do. You are to do the mission nothing less and nothing more and yet you put the mission in jeopardy to save those children, the one you call friends. I thought you understood this but I was wrong and now you will learn to never have sympathy for those who would harm your job, to never let your heart be so weak." She spit out the last word with utter disdain.