Nightmares
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(The story is in third person POV, but this part is in Tsuyu's, in cast you're confused.) Okay, look. Before we start this off, I just wanted to say I am not a coward. I am a strong, independent woman who don't need no man, (literally, I'm a lesbian. Kero.) and I usually pride myself in not being shaken by things most people would cry over. But.. not this time. This time.. I got really shaken. For once in my life, I was petrified. I came so close to dying. If Sensei hadn't erased his quirk.. I'd be gone. Dead. Belly up. Kero. Finished. And that.. that scares me. So yeah, I'm not a coward. But that was, excuse my language, fucking terrifying. So it's natural I'd have a few nightmares afterwards. I just.. didn't expect someone to find me once I did. I'm getting ahead of myself, kero. I'll let you read for yourself. Enjoy.
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(Mezo Shoji x reader.) • "Just.. Hold still, I'm here to help." His voice meets my ears in a calming manner and my side presses up against the cold bars, curling away from the threat. Short and ragged breaths make their way into my strained lungs. "Hurts.." I huff, only to jolt as his fingers brush against me-he's reaching over to undo the straps along my head while his free hand idly ran a comforting thumb over the side of my face. "I know, just hold still." • • They say: pride always comes before the fall. (Y/n) had grown used to the cycle of running and fleeing with movements as graceful as a fox. From the very moment she entered this world, her life had been marked by a cruel bounty etched into her very skin-a quirk like hers, while unique and beautiful, offered no guarantees of safety. It was a reality she had come to accept. And that's what led her to a cage, eyes trained on the world outside as it slipped off into the darkness. Every product is sectioned into its own category. A color that marked either their value.. Or caution. He was an odd sight, large and terrifying to the eye-his imposing stature created dread that stretched far along his surroundings. Yet, it was his touch that proved to be the gentlest (Y/n) had ever felt. • • • Warning: Violence, human trafficking, starvation and rude language Please point out grammar errors, English isn't my first language. DISCLAIMER: NONE OF THE ART IN THIS BOOK BELONGS TO ME.

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