Muted Voices (A BNHA/MHA x OC Fanfic)

Chapter 16: UA Sports Festival - Part 3

Walking through the halls under the stadium, I struggle to find our seats. Turning a corner, I hear familiar voices. 

"I'm not really sure what you're getting at," Midoriya's voice says. I quicken my pace slightly, trying to determine from which direction the sound is coming. "What're you trying to tell me, Todoroki?"

Wait, his voice sounds serious. Should I really be popping up in the middle of this?

I round another corner, my steps slowing and I'm met with fiery ruby eyes. Bakugo is leaning against a wall, listening in on the conversation between our classmates. He glares at me and puts a finger to his lips. 

Like I was going to say anything anyway, I think as I roll my eyes and walk forward, taking the marker off my wristband. I go to uncap it to ask him for directions, but he takes a quiet step towards me and grabs it, his eyes imploring me to not make a sound. I let out a silent breath and hold my hand out for the marker, but he motions for me to wait as he continues listening into the conversation. 

This is totally invading their privacy! I lean against the wall next to him, glaring daggers at the back of his head. 

"Have you ever heard of…quirk marriages?" Todoroki asks. "They became a problem in the first few generations after superpowers became widespread. There were those that sought out potential mates solely with the intention of creating powerful children. Many people were forced into relationships. They were simply viewed as old fashioned arranged marriages. But clearly, it was unethical. My father had not only a rich history of accomplishments, but plenty of money to throw at his problems. He bought my mother's relatives to get his hands on her quirk."

His voice is monotone, but as he speaks more of his father, anger rises ever so slightly in his voice. I can hear just how frustrated he is with his father's deeds. This is too personal. We can't be listening to this.

I tap Bakugo on the shoulder and he turns quickly. I hold out my hand once more, but he ignores it. Annoyed, I swing my fist towards his head, but he catches it and turns, holding me to the wall. He leans in close to me and I can feel his breath fanning across my neck, making my skin crawl. 

"If you're going to make a sound, then do it. Use that annoying quirk of yours. But if you don't want to get caught, then shut up." He whispers forcefully into my ear. His clutch becomes stronger on my wrist as I struggle to make him let go. 

I squirm as I feel his sweaty grasp on my arm. He could break it so easily. Right here and now. My heart pounds in my chest as my body prepares to flee. I begin shaking in my boots as he turns back to the conversation between the two boys, his grip slackening just a bit. We missed some of what was said.

"In every memory of my mother, I only see her crying," I can hear the defeat in Todoroki's voice and it hurts just to listen to. What happened to the stoic, brave boy he's been? Has that all been a front? What did his father do to his family that is causing this? 

"I remember she called my left side unbearable…before she poured boiling water on my face." His voice breaks down to barely a whisper and I feel my knees give out. Bakugo lets go of my wrist as I slide to the ground, his eyes wide. 

So that's what that scar is from. It wasn't even from his father. His mother hated that man so much, she took it out on a child?!? And not just any child, but her own? What would I have done if I never had people who loved me?

I would've ended it a lot easier. 

My heartbeat stops for a moment, then picks up once more, hammering away at my ribcage. I haven't had those thoughts in a while, but it's true. If I knew that nobody really loved me, it would've been so much easier to let myself die when I made that decision three years ago.