bnha x male reader •blind• book 2

05

By the time they finally arrived at the school, m/n was fuming. The police door opened to reveal none other than All Might, "Hello Young m/n, I do hope the ride was excellent."
M/n growled behind the guard forbidding him from speaking as he pleased. Believe me when I say it, he would be doing nothing but cussing up a storm. All Might leaned in and grasped the youngers arm in a firm grip. M/n lurched forward, feeling nauseous from the lack of to testosterone. It seems his Omega chemicals were working to be quite well, he just wished he wasn't experiencing side effects at this very moment. As they began to approach the gates of the school, students around them whispered among each other in hushed tones.
"Isn't that the kid who was taken the other year?"
"Why are they bringing a villain on site?"
"Are they crazy?!
"He looks pissed the fuck off."
M/n snickered at the last one, having to get humor out of something from this situation. He darted his eyes behind him when he felt his wrist be locked together with metal chains.

M/n rolled his eyes, but nonetheless took no offense to it. He spent longer than a year with the League of Villains, he wouldn't trust himself either.

'You don't trust yourself either,
why would you? It's better this way.
In chains, locked away, no voice.
Alone.'

M/n rolled his aching shoulders in a way that seemed to put several kids off guard.
"What if he attacks?"
"Shut up loser, All Might has him."
Seething silently, M/n searched for familiar faces. He spotted Iida, who never looked away, they kept eye contact until they fully passed him. He felt a knot in his throat, but he ignored the feeling and remained emotionless.

"They can see right through
you. The more emotion, the more
weak you become. Don't break,
don't flinch, you know the drill.."

M/n knows the drill, he has to. He knows better, he's been taught among other things. Making their way inside the overly large building, soothing smells of familiar senses overtook him. Despite the cold metal clasped around his wrist, he was warm. This place— no matter what the case was, made him feel safe.

"This way."

He was forced to move quicker as the hallways become more crowded. He has completely forgotten about Midoriya silently moving along side of him. And he suddenly questioned whether Iida was having a staring contest with him or greeny boi.

"Of course he wasnt staring
at you, there is nothing special about
you. There never will be.
Stop hoping idiot."

They were all finally gathered in a extremely private office, and M/n was not so gently forced down into a chair in front of all the Pro Heroes in the building, also Midoriya.

"Now young M/n, where do you think we should begin?" All Might questioned rhetorically. M/n knew he wasn't supposed to answer, one— because he saw every Pro Hero open their mouth to speak, and also because he still wore a mouth guard. He didn't notice two other Alpha males walked in until his guard was removed. The two moved to the front by Midoriya. M/n felt his eyes sharpen, Bakugou and Todoroki. M/n felt like he was sucker punched in the stomach, the air quickly left his lungs and his heart accelerated at an alarming race. But nothing about his facial expression seemed to change in the eyes of everyone else.

"How about we start with, are you okay?"

M/n closed his eyes, and every memory of being injected with chemicals and shit threw out all plans of remaining calm. He began to bounce his right leg, wanting the sudden urge to dig a hole and die. He couldn't lose his facade, he had to keep it up. Using his left foot, he harshly stepped on his right— seizing all movement. He vividly remembers the feeling of cold sweats after awaking from nightmares and midday terrors. He can feel every abuse the put on him. He can smell the cell he was confined in for a long time. He can smell the alcohol from the bar not too far. He can feel the life slowly fade from him every time they gave him different assortments of pills and tests.

Maybe this wasn't his proudest moment, but he allowed himself to reopen him eyes and look at all the pity laced in the crowd. His heart string pulled tightly.

"They all see what you're
hiding. You're breaking your
promise M/n. That's not good
of you to do.. again. You don't want
more punishments do you?
When this is all over, Shigaraki
will ensure your doom.
He will break all your
broken pieces, and break those
even more. You will break
until you become nothing but
tiny splinters of glass."

M/n huffed, rolling his head back.
"I'm fine."
Bakugou glared at him, the biggest liar in the world goes to M/n. He knows everything about his Omega. So does Midoriya and Todoroki. But no one else has to feel his facade deteriorating.

Aizawa nodded, "How about we start answering these questions truthfully from here on out, you lie— the more actions will be pressed against you."

M/n panicked, he knew the word punishments were left unsaid. "Next question young M/n. What were the villains intentions with you." M/n was tearing the skin along his forearm behind the chair. No one could see, he scratched and pulled until he felt the slow drip of blood. He tried his best to make his left hand present from the side of the wooden chair. He look at All Might and raised his hand, he pointed guns fingers at him.

"Boom."

A small gasp left a female, M/n looked at his hand. Coated his black liquid. M/n grinned unstably. Recovery girl, who was sitting on the left chair to his right, quickly moved into action. She rounded M/n and examined his arms. "Geez kid, pull a little more and you got bone. Anyone got the key?"
All Might joined the old lady from behind M/n and grumbled a little.

"Pull his arms to his lap and start fixing it, we needs to stay here." Recovery girl was unable to kiss him and make it better, every time that happens they faint. So she refrained from doing so and starting helping him to old fashion way.

By the time All Might sat down again and M/n was his arms being shown to the Pro Heroes from his lap, the questioned resumed.

"Next question—"
Black blood ran down his wrist and to the top of his finger, drip. That would stain.

"Next question—"

Drip.

"What about—"

Drop.

Question after question, M/n would make eye contact with his three mates who looked like they were ready to break down and cry at any moment.

"Last question young M/n. Thank you for sticking with us."
M/n snickered.
"Like I have any other choice."

"What did they do to you?"