BRAINWAVE (Shigaraki x Fem/Reader)

Chapter 14

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- Chapter 14: Self Captive & Bandaids -

 Sunako felt her sweat run cold as the harsh, truth holding words left his chapped lips. She knew he wouldn't be as 'polite' as Kurogiri and that he'd kill her if he so pleased.

"Well, are you just going to stand there?" Shigaraki bit out through clenched teeth. Pain obvious in tone and brainwaves.

His words snapped Sunako back to reality as she started to comprehend the situation. "I... I thought..."

"I don't care about what you think. Fix me."

I thought he was captured and arrested. How did he even get here with a wound like that? He would have never made it! Sunako's body stammered before she jogged back into her bathroom, retrieving the first aid kit from under the sink. I don't think this'll be enough... he's lost so much blood. She glanced back towards the hallway. What if... what if I just don't help? Sunako shook her head. No! Then the whole league would be after me if I just LET their leader die! Scooping up her needed supplies, she hauled back to the kitchen and dropped to her knees beside the barely conscious male, bloodying her legs.

"I'm sorry I don't have anything for the pain, so this might hurt. A lot." She warned before pressing a folded towel to his side. He hissed and wiggled under her grasp, but she ignored it as she sopped up the crimson liquid. She had dealt with more unruly patients before. Well, that's one bath towel ruined.

Without warning, Sunako slid the torn fabric of the shirt up, revealing the wound she'd be dealing with. Luckily, it wasn't as bad she had thought and the mass amount of blood wasn't a continuations flow, but had been slowly flowing for a couple hours. She could work with this.

"This is going to hurt, but please try to hold still." she doused a rag with rubbing alcohol and firmly pressed it into his side, the intense fumes burned her nostrils. Shigaraki's back arched with a curse as his hand instinctively reached out for something to destroy. Finding the towel, he sent it falling into a cloud of dust. He just narrowly missed grabbing the arm that was pressed onto his torso. "Sorry, sorry."

She pulled away and sighed. Now, the hard part. I'm going to die, aren't I? She reluctantly grabbed and secured the suturing needle in her dominant hand. "This part is going to suck, but you seriously cannot move or you'll mess me up."

The burn of the alcohol must've been enough to shock his system back to life as he growled out a response. "Don't tell me what to fucking do."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." She mumbled out in English, hoping he couldn't understand her. "Look, do you want help or not?" Shigaraki's glare stayed hard, but he didn't respond. "That's what I thought. Now, don't move."

Hastily, she wiped down the wound before scooting in closer. This'd be so much easier if he was at eye level. She pushed the curved needle through the two flaps of his skin and he let out inhuman noises, but abided by Sunako's words and tried his best not to move. He seems to always be hurting this side. It's going to leave a hell of a lot of scar tissue. He must leave this side of himself open a lot.

She moved onto the next stitch and Shigaraki was grabbing at anything he could to destroy, but when he ran out of items he grabbed Sunako's arm. She froze as to not rip the stitches and awaited her arm to decay into nothing, but she was pleasantly surprised to see that it didn't. Her eyes traveled to where his hand grasped her forearm. His ring finger hovered dangerously close to her ashen skin, but her arm was still in one piece.