QUIRKY! (MHA x Reader)

Part 15 - What An Upgrade

After you and Midnight talked, she stayed with you for a while longer, answering any questions you had about your parents. Maybe there was a part of you that always knew there was something fishy about your lineage. The only person who raised you was Midnight - so as far as you were concerned, she was closer than your own "parents" were.

The only issue you struggled with was your powers...

You had trust issues with your quirk before, now it was on another level. Midnight said she was going to get you some lunch, so she left you in your hospital room. You reached for your phone on the table nearest you. Your fingers clicked away as you searched for videos of The Butcher or Hellia.

You shouldn't be doing this, but your morbid curiosity got the better of you.

The first video was a news channel covering a fight between The Butcher and a couple of heroes. Images had been blurred around him, and you realized that they were dead bodies. You began to nervously chew on your fingernails as the video continued.

Butcher was radiating red light, even coming through his eye sockets. Blood dripped from his hands (I guess they didn't bother to edit that out...) The audio couldn't make out what he was shouting, but the bloodlust and insanity coming from his eyes were difficult to watch. He was able to get his large biceps around one of his opponents and began crushing him - no mercy as he cackled and continued squeezing.

You chucked your phone and felt bile crawl up your throat. You couldn't stop the sobs that followed. Is that what you looked like back at the USJ? Would anyone look at you the same way again?

"Knock-knock," a voice interrupted your sad-fest.

"H-Hitoshi!" You quickly hid your face, "Um, hi."

"Hi?" he scoffed. Your purple-haired friend stood in the doorway with his hands in his pockets. He had his school uniform on, and then you realized you had been at this hospital for a while. What day was it?

"May I come in?" he asked.

You nodded, "Of course! I'm sorry, I'm... not feeling myself."

Once he had permission, he closed the door behind him and made his way towards you. You dipped slightly as he sat on your bed. He seemed distracted by his thoughts, and you weren't sure if he was upset about something. Maybe he knew what happened. What you did. Your chest quivered at the thought of him looking at you differently.

"Shin?" you asked.

He cringed at the sound of your voice. His eyes appeared angry, or frustrated, "Could you give me a week, at least, to not worry about you? In the span of a few days you've managed to run into villains twice!"

You were startled by the volume of his voice, but he settled down right after, "I'm sorry," he muttered, and buried his face into his hands, "You just have the worst luck out of anyone I know, and it's going to be the end of me."

If you only knew. You weren't sure if you were off the hook, but you placed your hand on his shoulder. His muscles felt tense. Look at me, you wanted to say, but instead remained silent.

"I'm glad you're okay," he said in a much softer tone.

"I am okay," you said more for him than for you, "Everything is fine, now."

"Are you recovering?" he asked.

"Yup," not mentally, you thought, "No harm done."

He shifted so suddenly that you had little time to react. Your mind was overcome in a heavy fog, and you realized he got you. Again?! You fell back onto your inclined mattress. He was going to regret using his quirk on you. Of course, right now, all you could do was sit there like a corpse.