[MHA x F!Reader]
[6k - 20k worded chapters]
"Don't move!" You shouted as loud as your voice could reach, your hand coming up and cupping your neck as you fought back a violent cough, blood rising in your damaged cords. Your opponent did as commanded, but the effect only lasted for a second at most, making you go on the defense once more as you mustered up enough strength in your voice again.
You had only a few more simple commands left in you, if you dared try anything other than a simple 'don't move' or 'move away', you'd leave your throat beyond repair. However, you didn't want to let up anymore than you already have, dodging another blow from the beast that was attacking you. You had run out of throat medicine a long time ago, and your weapon was beyond repair, you had almost no hope.
Leaning backwards, you narrowly dodged a blow, a large gash forming on your cheek that bled wildly, you holding in a hiss. Skidding to a stop, the villain in front of you wasted no time throwing themselves back at you, your brows furrowed as you spat out the remaining blood in your mouth. The villains grin widened as they raised their weapon hire, preparing a fatal blow for you.
Opening up your mouth, you prepared yourself for the inevitable, this was it, your final, fatal strike. At the cost of your vocal cords, you screamed as loud as you could, as loud as you could muster. "Plummet!" The villain was taken aback as they were sent back down into the ground, a scream rupturing from them as they were dug into the ground.
And you? On your knees, coughing up gallons and gallons of blood, your vision, hazy.
Shouta Aizawa takes notice to how his best friend, Hizashi Yamada, seems to be struggling with his past recently. Shortly after he finds out and attempts to grow closer to him like they had been in the past, Hizashi mysteriously disappears without a trace. If Shouta can even find him again, will he be the same?
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He didn't seem to notice as he entered the room completely, still shaking and shivering. It looked like he was crying, but he wasn't making any noise. Shouta noticed a burnt smell, concealing a cough. It was enough of a sound to make Hizashi notice him, pure terror in his eyes as he used his arms to shield his face and neck.
"Zashi, it's me, it's alright."
It was obvious that he didn't recognise him in the slightest. Hizashi was completely frozen as Shouta came closer to him, hoping for some sort of realisation. Still nothing. He looked over his friend, scanning for injuries. He had scrapes and bruises, but nothing too bad.
At least, that's what he thought until Hizashi bolted past him to get to the door. His uncoordinated legs fell out from under him and he crashed back to the ground. Shouta put a hand to his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down, but he clawed desperately and flipped over, thrashing around to get Shouta off of him.
Shouta held on. He looked into Hizashi's eyes, then down his neck. It was the source of the burning smell, and looking at it made him sick.
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TW: Alcohol, violence, blood, language
None of the art shown is mine!