BRAINWAVE (Shigaraki x Fem/Reader)

Chapter 3

Heya! I just wanted to remind everyone this story may or may not follow the actually story line after All for one is captured, it may completely deviate from it and will be my own. All OCs are mine as well. Thank you, now enjoy!

- Chapter 3: Warped -

Sunako went to run, but Shigaraki lurched forward (despite his wounds and mind numbing pain). The wounded man grabbed her wrist harshly before forcing her with a heavy push through the portal that led to a dark void.

Sunako's mind was going a mile a minute. She didn't know whether she should scream or cry, but all her thoughts were replaced as soon as she hit the cold concrete floor, knocking into what seemed to be wooden crates of some sort. She didn't get to look around much, but she knew it was a warehouse or factory of sorts by the looks and smell of it (that was for sure). The stagnate air smelled of dust and cigarette smoke, it was obvious there was no ventilation in the building. The black haired female collapsed onto her weak, wobbly knees and tried her hardest to keep the contents of her stomach down, but it was futile as everything came up and spewed out onto the smooth cement floor beneath her. The bile burned the back of her throat and caused her eyes to tear up. Gripping her stomach as she would tense and un-tense. H-how did I get here? Why am I here? She coughed and spit up, clearing her throat of the foul tasting bile (though the putrid taste still lingered). What could they possibly want with ME of all people? ME!

Shigaraki came through mere moments later, bleeding everywhere and hissing in pain as he laid face down on his stomach. That damned pro and just when I thought my injuries were already bad. Shigaraki thought as his eyes darted about frantically, (hastily) taking in his surroundings.

Sunako's eyes watered from the sheer nausea she was experiencing (and she did nothing to stop them from spilling from her eyes). A moment later the mist like man slid a first aid kit Sunako's way expectantly. She was confused. They didn't really expect her to fix him with such injuries, right?

"Fix me now or your death will be slow and agonizing." Shigaraki glowered, biting back the immense amount of pain that was overwhelming his mind, body, and senses. Blood was beginning to pool thickly and Shigaraki's eyes were wild, filled with murderous intent and unimaginable rage. She had never seen or felt such brainwaves in her life. Sunako knew he was serious and so she complied with his demand as to somewhat preserve her (quickly crumbling) life.

Sunako took the first aid kit into her trembling, clammy hands as she used her shoulder to wipe a string of vomit and sweat from her mouth before shuffling towards his twitching body cautiously. The last thing she wanted was a slow agonizing death.

"Kurogiri, why did you warp us to A DAMN WAREHOUSE!? Take me home!" The red eyed male seethed with flippancy (much like a spoiled child). Sunako gulped back her tears and terror as she rolled Shigaraki onto his back, he writhed in pain which only fueled his desire to murder the helpless nurse. She was doing her best (or as best as she could in such a situation).

"I do apologize Tomura Shigaraki, but I couldn't risk bringing this civilian to our main base of operations." The black mist man replied in a very flat tone as he eyed the scene before him with calculation. "I have the league's best interest in mind." His tone was more grown and mature than Shigaraki's, a true adult compared to the bleeding man before Sunako.

"Kurogiri," Shigaraki lifted his head slightly to glare daggers at the older male. "If you weren't so valuable to the league I would tear apart every molecule in your body." he dropped his head back down onto the cold floor, seemingly not having the strength to hold it up anymore.