BRAINWAVE (Shigaraki x Fem/Reader)

Chapter 21

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- Chapter 21: Sprinter's Scrapes -

Sunako had yet to move from the spot she had slid into, despite her joints protest at the prolonged bent position. Her normally ashen cheeks were now stained with tears, eyes crusted over and puffy, nose dry and itchy from rubbing, and her throat longing for her to replenish the liquid she had cried out. She had cried every tear she had, leaving her tear ducts sore from over production. The messy haired woman couldn't remember the last time she had cried so hard. She'd reckon she didn't even cry like this when Akio passed (she hated herself for that). It made her feel selfish and as though she hadn't mourned her colleague in a proper way, but to be fair, she hadn't really had the time (and Shigaraki wasn't solely to blame for that).

C'mon... you can't just be a wreck all day. Get up and stop being useless... Sunako badgered and berated herself till she rose to her bare feet. She peered down at herself, still clad in her pajamas; a baggy t-shirt and some equally baggy sweat pants that she'd trip over occasionally (though, the thought of rolling them up never crossed her mind).

She stared at her feet for a long time before shifting her glassy eyes up to the unlocked front door and, without much hesitation, she pulled the door back and (as if a button had be smashed down) she took off sprinting with absolutely no destination in mind.

She ran and ran. Sunako ran as fast as her feet would carry her. The black haired woman pushed herself to speed up with every second that whipped past her like the cool air of that morning.

Her bare feet screamed, begged, and pleaded for her to stop and rest. The slapping and grit of the rough concrete shredded her soles, but that didn't stop her. Nothing did. Not the breath caught in her throat, the fresh tears raining from her eyes, the whip of her hair, the roughness of the concrete, the way her heart pounded against her rib cage, and how her lungs screeched for a break. None if it did anything to slow her down.

She wasn't sure why she ran. Maybe it was making up for what she didn't do all those weeks, or maybe it brought on a sense of freedom and elation (or maybe the sense that she'd be lost without a way to be found). She wasn't completely sure herself, but what she did know was that the faster she ran and the further she got, the freer she felt. It was almost as if she had taken her life back into her hands, but that couldn't be further from the truth (she still knew deep down that she was being toyed with from behind the scenes).

Brainwaves knocked into her and bounced off, but they wouldn't deter the woman. If anything, she barely noticed them. If she could, she had given up her quirk years ago in exchange for being quirkless. She hated herself for thinking like that and hated herself even more for wishing that villain All Might fought would have stolen her power too (but, she'd never admit that to anyone).

Sunako hadn't realized how far she'd ran, not that she cared much. She pressed on and as she made it to the outskirts of the city, she couldn't help the build in her throat and the constriction of her chest, she bellowed out a heart felt, lonesome sob (not caring who heard).

Things were becoming hazy. She sucked in short labored breaths and they did nothing for her, but she couldn't stop now. Not when she'd come so far. She would press on, she wanted to, needed to.