ALERT [ BAKUGO X OC/READER]

Drowning

Crystal knew that the movement of metal outside could only be a rescue squad, and that gave her the option of fleeing before the villains could react. But they were too stunned to, anyway.

Shigaraki stood frozen, eyes still on the hands that were on the floor. His lips were trembling with hate.

She interlaced her hand with Bakugo's, sending him a reassuring smile. In exchange, Bakugo knitted his eyes together and looked at her with eyes that screamed, "What the fuck?"

Then it came.

Three knocks on the door dragged the rooms attention towards it. "Hello, this is Pizza-la Kamino."

A second of silence passed. Two seconds of silence passed. Then the wall collapsed with a loud, ear-shattering "Boom!".

Dust occupied Crystal and Bakugo's sights as figures crashed into the room, wood stretching out to apprehend villains, paper folding and unfolding all over. They weren't able to see through the thick layer of dust, but they could hear the loud crashes and the profanities villains were screaming.

She tugged at Bakugo's rough hand. "Are you alright?"

She was beginning to get used to the bizarreness of such situations, just a bit.

Another loud boom sounded before he responded, "Are you?"

His voice was somewhat gruff as he spoke. He looked somewhat stiff, eyes widened with disbelief and eyebrows raised.

Crystal thought he might have gotten a bit more used to these situations too, but she twidled her fingers uncomfortably when she realized it was because she had a headstart.

"Of course I am. I asked first but...I can tell you're not that OK," she reached up to brush some grey smudge off his face.

Weirdly, the caring gesture ended up as a slap. The sedative, obviously, hadn't completely worn off.

She looked at him apologetically as he looked back with fiery eyes, "Sorr-"

She was interrupted as a thick black liquid appeared out of thin air, engulfing the two violently.

"Kacchan!" She reached out to grab him, but his hand was too distant. Not again. They only experienced freedom for a while before they were dragged into something else.

She heard him exclaim her muffled name as the tips of their fingers made contact. However, they were torn apart and submerged under the sludge.

It was warm, not in a pleasant way. Instead, in a very stomach-churning, disgusting way. The dark sludge was all over, sliding through every crevice in her, slithering atop her eyelids and leaving her to see only the darkest shade of black. The substance was writhing like it was alive, moving, desperate. She was drowning in it. The liquid was threatening to enter her lungs, her mouth, to strangle her dead.

It felt so familiar...

The dark...

The suffocation...

It was a feeling she never wanted to relive again.

She was a young girl again, hidden away in the dark of the large room. Before it became where she trained, it was her prison. It was where she shivered in the cold, where she starved. She could remember it so vividly. It was winter, and she could hear the wind howling from inside. She tried to heat herself by balling herself up, but the little warmth it made it was nothing against the freezing cold.

Her lips would tremble and her skin would prickle as she looked into what seemed like an endless darkness. One day had passed, then a week had, then two, then she lost track of time.

She didn't feel any emotion, couldn't think. All she did was look into that void. She'd just stare.

She was drowning. And drowning. And drowning. And drowning.

And drowning.

Just drowning.

Drowning.