The Fallen and The Deranged [BNHA]

Chapter Twenty-Five: The Melted

Shigaraki eyes scanned her with a look so unfamiliar, so new, it made her throat ache.

And then he was blinking, as if realizing what he had done. He stepped back. Held up two fingers, and with his other hand brushed his fingertips across his lips- in disbelief. As if he had to make sure it was real, as if he and she and what they had just done- like everything he touches would turn to dust. "I shouldn't have done that, Mai." He warned.

His voice suddenly sounded very far off.

"Wha-?" Her mouth hung agape as she shook her head in disbelief.

And then he was on her, and softness was replaced by
hunger.

Mai could not catch up, her mind realing as his lips slammed into her.
A hand in her hair. The other finding it's way up her back. Shigaraki's teeth on her lips.

Desperate.
Like he was trying to swallow her whole.

Mai, dancing between shock and pleasure, tried to keep up- pull some sort of control.

But her body was on fire. She was melting and the feeling of his tongue brushing against hers nearly made her whimper.

Shigaraki's heat slammed into her, his presence covering her. Overcoming her. Wanted to claim her.

Her fingers curled into his back.

She felt, Mai could not describe this.

This. It did not feel like just want. Did not feel like anything she had ever felt before. It made her eyes water, her body igniting in a thousand different directions.

It soared through her. Through him. Through them.

Shigaraki whispered her name into her mouth, teeth dragging against her bottom lip.

Shit

This wasn't distraction.
This was not simply pleasure.
This was not for control.

This, this.

Why did it make her chest swell? Why did it fill her heart with that, that feeling she'd only ever felt-

Her nerves stood on end. Mai let out a soft noise as he pulled away unexpectedly.

The world beneath her twirled through her, as his fingers twirled into her hair.

As he consumed her, as he sang his praise against the soft, sensitive skin of her neck- that tension, a tension that always-

As his lips turned soft again, as his fingers left flurries of gold against her cheek, Mai jerked him closer.

Mai heard him panting, a shaking in his breath that threatened to tear him into two. There was a slight tint to his cheek she saw just before his lips brushed against hers once more.

Soft, in a painful way
in a way that made her ache.

More.

But Shigaraki moved slow, and Mai answered his movements with sincerity, matched his pace. The two moved together, hands swathing each other in the glory Shigaraki claimed would be theirs. The cleaving in their chest tore through them together,
together-

Mai did not feel the tear fall down her cheek.

Shigaraki did.

It was consumption.
It was,

it felt like-

I know you..

Shigaraki.
She wanted to know him.

Mai wanted to be here.
With him.

Better than anyone else....

With his hands covering her skin, leaving soft streaks of gold in their wake.

Better than you know yourself...

It felt like flying.
It felt-

A phone was ringing, and Shigaraki jerked away as if he was jerking awake. She could still feel the rising and falling of his chest as his eyes met hers, as they set on her with an intensity that threatened to swallow her up.

But there was something else in his eyes as he pulled away from her, something that lest the the mid morning heat to swarm her in his absence.

He turned before she could even think about saying anything, pulling it from his pocket he let out a heavy sigh of frustration. "What."

Mai dug her boot into the ground, suddenly feeling an inescapable emptiness. Her fingers twitched at her side and she turned back to the landscape that surrounded them.

Shigaraki's grumbling voice faded to the back ground as a gust of wind flew threw a gap of trees, wrapping itself around her.

And something in it felt familiar, rang clear in her bones. Her foot moved without her noticing, and then another- dragging steps called by a soft song in the wind.

Shigaraki didn't notice as Mai began to walk, to burrowed into a conversation that was now causing his voice to rise with fury.

Mai kept walking, following the small rode between the field and wood. Until the bend curved past where she had not been able to see before, where the canopy of trees had kept her from this.

She should have been thankful for the reprieve, should have stayed right there with him. Maybe there was a better way, an easier way he had planned for this to go.

Mai saw the tree, from the picture. The picture of that family. The mother, with hair of auburn, how many nights had she stayed up picturing her. Imagining that scene. The father and mother, the girl with the balloon. And the tree. She could see them now, so clearly in her mind.

She could see it now. Only it wasn't the tree, it was a stump, and it looked.. it looked as if it had been melted.

As did everything before her.

A house. A home, with only a piece of its foundation. Somewhere far away Mai could find the poetic irony in that. But right now, right now Mai was struggling to stay on her feet.

The melting, it went so far. So deep. Mai couldn't bring herself forward, couldn't dare bring herself to look into the chasm in the ground 10 yards in front of her. To look into the melted home and earth. Vegetation had grown around it, vines began to grow on broken brick desperate to reach the sun. To grow higher and higher and higher.

Mai was getting dizzy. Maybe she should walk forward, maybe she'd fall in. Maybe she would break her fucking neck and be done with it, done with it all.

She heard Shigaraki's footsteps behind her, but she did not turn around. There was a baby's room, half of it gone. The blue paint had faded to nearly white, chipping away and covered in dust. Vines began to reach around the wall, began to grow onto a rocking chair. There was a crib, part of one. Only half of it laid discarded and broken, the rest was gone. Gone as if it never existed. Melted. Burned.

Her hand shook at her side.

Mai knew then, suddenly deep inside of her, something was threatening to explode. To burst out and tear her into. Her spine began to twitch, her wings jutting open. Mai fell to her knees, not aware of the cry that fell from her lips.

She'd done this. She'd done this. "Oh god."

"What did I do?" she whimpered.

"Mai.."

"What did I do?"