Game of Traitors | A BNHA Fanfiction

Talks with Hawks and Annoying Lamps

A/N: Hello once again, you fine individuals! I'm back with another chapter which hopefully isn't confusing as hell. As always, enjoy! It's quite long, an also focused on the lore within the Game and the worldbuilding aspect.

Song for this chapter: Alcohol You – Roxen (The lyrics don't fit so well, yet the music does)

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"Midoriya, I'd appreciate it if you'd just calm dow-"

"No! I won't 'calm down'! My friend, my best friend just freaking died! And I couldn't do anything about it! I thought you of all people would know how it feels!" I yell, interrupting Hawks with my croaky, overbearing voice. Loud pants escape my mouth, as tears stream down my cheeks like the waterfall of blood I thankfully didn't see.

My heart feels like it's being pounded by a large mallet, then falling painfully to the torn up pit of my stomach, making me about to throw up yet nothing is coming out.

Hawks places his hands on my shoulders, stopping me from pacing back and forth. His lined with bold eyeliner eyes stare into mine, his lips pressed into a thin line.

He takes a deep breath"Look, I do know how it feels, I've gone through it myself, and it sucks ass. Like you're being stabbed in every part of your body. However, crying about this is not going to help you find who's doing it. You need a sound mind."

Right now, I'm standing in Hawks's styling room, after practically storming in while panicked. I came in while he was rearranging his makeup and shuffling through the closet in the back.

"Yeah, you're right, I'm sorry," I sniff, wiping  my snotty nose with my hand, as Hawks cringes and gives me a soft white tissue from a nearby wooden shelf. I take it in my hands and blow my nose, "Thanks".

Hawks lets go of my shoulders, as he walks over to the back of the room, picking a padded leather ottoman and bringing it in front of the coffee table opposite his armchair. He sits down, gesturing to the matching armchair, as he pours himself a glass of scotch. "Sit down."

My trembling hands clench the arms of the obviously expensive and luxurious chair. I sit down on the plush surface, practically sinking into the chair. In the state I'm in, I could use some scotch, but mom's never let me have even a drop of alcohol.

"O-okay," I mutter, the lump in my throat blocking my voice from coming out clearly. At least my tears have stopped, leaving my eyes completely numb and red, just like my sore throat. I take a deep breath, nervously pointing at Hawks's elaborate crystal glass and the orangeness of the Johnnie Walker, "Can I..have some?"

"What, this?" Hawks raises his eyebrow, pointing to his glass. I nod. He simply sighs, standing up to pull out another crystal glass from the dark wooden cupboard, then sitting back down, "I know I shouldn't be giving alcohol to a minor, but you clearly need this more than I do," he mutters blankly, handing me a glass half full of orange fluid.

I take a sip, my tongue filled with a leathery taste; something to mask the taste of my salty tears. I place it down, sighing, "I don't know what to do, Hawks. I lost Kaminari a few days ago, and now Uraraka, my best friend," I mutter blankly. "She was... everything you could've wanted in a friend. Kind, loyal, funny. But I just...lost her. Not to say I wasn't close to Kaminari, I mean, he was hilarious.  I wasn't even able to say goodbye to either of them. It feels li-"