S-I-L-E-N-C-E (BnhaV! X mute!villain! reader)

6 the broccoli

The rodent and greasy man led you to a table, as the rodent sat down, the greasy man walked away.

Some would call it awkward, but you felt as anxious as ever to get away, what if you accidentally killed them?

What if.... What if they dragged you away?

To a white room as they poked and prodded you. Like that one time...

Like that one time the put a screwdriver over your forehead. You didn't even remember what they did, because you had long blacked out from the pain, or maybe the fact that the hilt was pressed firmly against your forehead.

Since then, your muddled thoughts turned into hysterics.

The mere thoughts brought bloody tears to your eyes, another side affect to what they did, or maybe it was your quirk.

You could already feel the skin on your back bubbling and spasming from your quirk trying to break free.

Your vision was going red and blurry from the hot tears streaming down your face, you weren't even sure when someone had ripped your hands away from your bleeding wrists. Wait. Bleeding?

Your eyes widened.

Not from the blood itself.

But the colour.

................RED.......

Like his eyes.

Something patted your head, gently stroking your slightly darkened light blue hair.

You looked up, your large crimson eyes locking with a pair of dull grey ones.

And all you saw was pity.

Your brows furrowed, a mix of anger and frustration lingering in your eyes. Why the hell, do people always feel the need to pity you?

Is it a 'hero's' job to pity you? If your weak enough to pity, does that mean he looks down on you?

Weak.

Your father, brother, even your own mother slammed that word into your child mind daily.

You hadn't realised your quirk had overridden the supposed ' quirk cancelling '  metal hoops around your arms, it wasn't very strong, but it still took them by surprise, they wrapped around your wrists tightly as ever, both dread and relief were running through your mind.

And then you ran.

Absolutely sanic speeded out of there.

You flew past the doors, colliding with people who all wore the same clothing.

You would pondered the subject more, that is if you weren't busy running for what felt like your life, loud sounds started whirring through the tight hallways, it startled you, you thought that it might've been someone else's quirk, so if it were possible, you started running faster, you turned the corner, and ran smack bang into curly mop of green hair.

You didn't have any time to waste, you quickly got up, someone's hand coming into view, you instantly froze up, memories from your childhood springing into your thoughts, when your father would come home from work, when someone said something about how great allmight was, you were always, always his first target.

But you couldn't get distracted.

You slapped your cheeks, stood up, and barged past.

You undeniably terrified.

You hadn't even noticed the extremely worried look the broccoli headed male had on his face, as he saw all the massive scars across your face, the small indent in the middle of your forehead, large claw marks across your left cheek, and the crude stitches keeping your lips into a straight line.

And let's not forget how he saw your crimson eyes lock onto his hand like he was Satan himself. (Sorry re-watching blue exorcist, -3-)

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I AM INCREDIBLY SORRY FOR NOT POSTING SOONER!

I KNOW, ITS BEEN WEEKS!

also wanna say, 90 views is pretty awesome!

ALSO, SCHOOL STARTED UP AGAIN WITHOUT MY CONSENT!!!

You know how much of a bitch highschool can be!!! So, I was a little busy being a shitty student.

And then my mum started screeching about trying to help me, like she knew what was wrong and how to fix it. :P

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