If it Were Easy [Katsuki x Reader]

Ch 7 - Hate

It was dark. Well it was reasonable, after all it was nighttime. You were feeling sleepless for the ninth week in a row.

By this time it was only one more month until your baby came and nervous anticipation was building inside of you with every passing day.

It was windy, you could hear the air howling as it flowed passed your home and rattled your windows every so often.

Katsuki was out currently, having gotten an emergency call that he was needed in something very important and urgent. You weren't worried, he was powerful enough to handle himself and you knew all to well.

Your hand was resting contently on your stomach as you watched the wind whipping around trees. The full moon was casting its peaceful glow on you and the surrounding area.

You stepped back and prepared to go to your room to try and sleep when the building started shaking. Your eyes looked up to the source of the feeling and vibrating noise uneasily when, with a loud crash and bang, the ceiling came crashing down.

Wooden beams and insulation that was once concealed by drywall and paint laid splintered and broken as you uncovered your arms from their protective hold on your head and belly.

In the center of the wreckage stood a man in dark clothes with dull grayish-blue looking hair. You knew who it was, evident from his many decorative hands.

Your e/c irises narrowed and you stood, knees bruised with a glare.

"Shigaraki." You spoke dangerously.

"Sorry to drop in. But I have a bit of a grudge against heroes like you and your pesky husband." He rasped.

With that, he lunged toward you with an extended hand, your instincts kicked in and you managed to dodge, activating your quirk.

You tried to hit him but for some reason it wasn't working.

"W-What?" You whispered to yourself in panic and shock.

"Hm, to bad.." Shigaraki chided and scratched his neck before lunging again.

You tried to dodge again but were greeted by a wall. You could only watch as he got closer, having cornered you.

Then you felt it. It was the most sickening feeling you had ever felt and was matched with your equally sickened scream.

There's nothing quite like the feeling of your flesh falling apart. It hurt, but what hurt most was knowing exactly what was dissolving.

You fell to your knees as a loud yell cut through the air. You recognized the sound of explosions and finally collapsed as someone grabbed your shoulders and turned you onto your back.

Your vision was beginning to blur as blood pooled around you, flowing from the open wound on your abdomen.

"Y/n!" A panicked voice rang out.

Your eyes open dully, only seeing the blobs of color that told you mind who it was with the unmistakable red spiked hair.

Soon, your body began to feel colder as the empty feeling set in. Warm tears streaked down your face before you passed out.