💚🧡Bakudeku & Kirikami One Shots❤️💛

Heroes Never Cry

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Hi fluff/wholesome readers ^w^

This chapter isn't for you!

AU:
Normal (with alterations)
Warnings:
TRIGGERING CONTENT
Swearing

I hope you still wanted to read this alt3r_ hehe

[Katsuki's POV]

"Watch where you're going," I grumble out, my head downturned as I stride alone. 

People are such fucking dicks nowadays. It's why I don't bother to even look at the people I bump into. All I could do is hope I don't know them and move along. Because, if there's anything I've learnt, it's that you don't go asking for trouble.

I learnt that after the... sludge villain.

"Hey hey hey, who taught you to talk to your seniors like that?" I grit my teeth, tensing at the teasing edge to the voice, my steps stiffening and slowing. I found it harder to walk.

Yet I keep going, sticking my head down further and pretending I didn't here the question.

"Oi, he's talking to you, you know! You could at least answer back!" My spine crawled with anticipation, and I try to hasten my walk, despite my legs becoming heavier than lead.

I jump from my skin when I feel a hand to my shoulder, my posture going slightly ridged. A wave of fear washed over me, crawling unpleasantly along my skin. Fear of what that hand could do to me. Just like...

"Hey! Aren't you that guy who got attacked by that sludge villain?"

I flinch, my throat constricting, preventing my ability to breathe.

Cold sweat pools in the palm of my hands as I grow uncomfortable, wanting to avoid the conversation immediately. All I've been getting lately is pity. Sorrowful looks from those who wanted me to not go through... what I did.

And hearing the tease in their voice, I didn't want to be there anymore.

I didn't want to show them the fear I felt. Because that's what a hero does.

"Get lost, I don't want to talk about that." I couldn't be any more aggressive than that, especially beyond a serious growl. My life felt too precious to carelessly lose. I fear being loud and obnoxious to the dangers around me. It's why I keep to myself. I stay alone to be safe. 

Because a hero always wins his own battles.

I forcefully push the hand off my shoulder, swallowing the lump in my throat as I successfully take another step away from the group.

"But wait!"

Until another cold hand grips around my wrist.

"Did it feel good? Being a slut to that villain?"

I tried not to tear up. I didn't want to remember. It hurt so much. I had cleaned myself out so much yet still I feel it. It's still there. An ever-living stain that won't go, no matter what I do. 

My teeth bite down on my lip, the seconds of silence I let slip by causing the tremors in my body to escalate to shivers.

No, it didn't feel good.

It felt like I was being used.

"P-Piss off, I'm not fucking talking!"

I wasn't asking for trouble.