𝐇𝐎𝐖? ~ t.shigaraki

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

  "You're not bleeding, but you're crying. What a freak." The words of your middle school tomenter flooded your mind. Her voice was always a reoccurring one in the nightmares you had, and in those nightmares the same scene always played.

  It was you and that horrible girl behind the school. She held a shard of glass in her right hand, and your arm in her left. You stood there shaking as she tried her hardest to make you bleed, to make your skin split, but of course it didn't work. Even though you seemed to be unaffected, the pain of the sharp glass slicing your arm was still there.

  "Your arm is just fine, you're crying for no reason." She said to you, pressing the glass even harder.

  You screamed, waking yourself up. Tears were streaming down your cheeks in heavy streams, you hated that nightmare. You hated it, but that didn't stop it from happening.

  Sitting in bed, you wiped your face with your hands. Everyone told you that your quirk was a gift that plenty of people would kill to have, but if that was the case why did people do the things they did to you? Why did people inflict pain on you, knowing that you could feel it? Being a human punching bag isn't what was supposed to come with your "gift" of a quirk.

  You slid out of bed and switched on your bedside lamp. The room was illuminated with a soft yellow glow, the light was just bright enough to where you could see into your closet. You walked on the cold, wood floors of your bedroom and grabbed an oversized hoodie from the closet, you pulled it over the tank top you were already wearing.

  You already had a pair of sweats on, so you didn't bother changing into different bottoms. Grabbing your phone and slipping into a pair of beat up tennis shoes, you made your way out of your front door.

  Once out of your apartment, you pulled your hood over your head and checked your phone for the time. 3 A.M.. the perfect time for a lonely woman to be walking the streets alone.

  When you had that nightmare, you could never go back to sleep, so you'd just go on a walk. It was autumn time, so the air was getting colder. The only places open were 24-hour drug stores, but you couldn't even get a snack if you wanted to because you left your wallet at home.

  Sometimes you'd see people in the allies between buildings, usually they were drunk couples making out. You envied the people who could have normal relationships, most of the guys you've dated were sadistic assholes that just wanted to have sex and hurt you while doing it. The last guy you were with wanted to literally stab you and hear you scream so he could get off, he was the worst one by far.

  You listened to the sound of your shoes against the sidewalk pavement, it was calming. With each breath you took of the cold night air, the more you felt your mind start to wonder away from your bad dreams and horrible exes.

  After a few minutes you could see a man on a bench in front of a 24-hour store. He was paying close attention to what appeared to be a 3DS in his lap. He seemed interesting to say the least, his hair was a faded, light blue and the way he held the device was a little off as he held both of his pinkies out.

  You took a seat next to the man and he tensed up admittedly. "I like your hair." You said, trying to calm his nerves. His blue locks were shaggy and covered his face pretty well. "Thanks." His voice was soft and it sounded as if his throat was a bit sore.

  "What're you playing?" The man sighed, he didn't seem to enjoy your presence all that much. "Mario Kart. Leave me alone." Rude, but understandable.. you were a stranger after all.

  "Sorry, but can I sit here for a bit? I'm kinda tired." You pulled out your phone and began scrolling through Instagram. Something in you wanted to know more about the person sitting next to you, was it his unnatural hair color, mannerisms, or his voice? You didn't quite know.

  "Are you meeting a secret boyfriend or something? Why is a girl out so late?" Mystery man asked, pausing his game. "That would be nice, but I just couldn't sleep."

  "So you decided to go on a walk.. alone? That's dangerous." You laughed to yourself, knowing he's right. "Well.. let's just say it's kinda hard to hurt me. Benefits of living in a time where everyone has superpowers."

  "The bad guys have powers too." He was right of course, but you knew other peoples quirks couldn't deal any damage to you. "What're you doing out here so early in the morning?" You asked, pulling your hood down. Hopefully by seeing your face he'd be inspired to show you his.

   "Nothing." Not much of a talker it seemed. Finally, he turned to face you. His face was covered in scars and scratches, but it was mostly around his eyes, lips, and neck. At first you were taken aback, but you weren't one to judge, it was probably something related to his quirk.

  "Why are you even talking to me?" He asked you. You looked into his red eyes, they looked full of pain and torment. Usually random people didn't have this much of an affect on you, but something about this man had a pull on you, you wanted to help him.