Liar (BNHA x Male OC)

19: I'm Still Here Pt. 2

Gecko, the wall climbing hero currently holding Inoue, heard a deafening crack as he lowered himself and the child down from the window ledge. It sounded like a something snapping. He considered that it might be something in the room, or maybe even part of the window, but the cry of pain that rang out afterwards said otherwise. 

His mind flooded with worry for Shiori. He was small and rather fragile looking. She could have just snapped his femur if he wasn't prepared. Quickly the pro hero used his intercom to signal Eraserhead to step in before Shiori got seriously injured.  

Shiori himself wasn't that concerned with his own injuries. Probably because he had none. There was however, quite a lot of blood dripping on the carpet, but he supposed broken noses are just like that. 

Ichika stumbled backwards, clutching her face. She was more shocked over the action then the pain itself. Never in a million years did she think he would be the one hitting her. Not that she considered what she did hitting. To Ichika it was discipline. 

"Hayashi Shiori!" She shouted, horrified "How dare you hit your mother like that! This isn't how you were raised to behave.". Shiori took a step forwards, one arm clutching the shoulder she had squeezed in her 'hug'. It was a little burnt. 

"It is how I was raised." He said simply, dead eyed and loose jawed. Shiori took the opportunity to punch her again, this time hitting her blood soaked jaw. He had been scared of her before. So, so scared. But after facing her again, after a whole year of proving to himself he had what it took to survive and become a hero, she was nothing. 

"This is not at all how I raised you! Do not hit your mother!" Ichika screamed, the temperature in the room rising with her. Shiori delivered another blow, this time splitting her cheek. 

His 'mother' had never looked so frail before. She was still taller then him, but something about her just didn't...didn't intimidate him anymore. Maybe it was all those lesson from the no.1 hero, or maybe it was how scary Aizawa was when mad, but it just wasn't scary anymore. 

"I was raised surrounded by violence, and you didn't think-" He cut himself off by throwing another punch while pinning her to the closet door "I would end up violent too? You said you knew everything about me. Did you not see this coming?". 

He delivered several more blows to her abdomen and head. Ichika probably had a concussion, but it didn't really matter to Shiori. He had all the power this time around. He got to watch her body sag with pain. Not the other way around. 

"Kei, stop.". Shiori turned around at the sound of his hero name, still holding Ichika up by her collar. Aizawa didn't know what to say. He had expected to be rescuing Shiori from the hands of his former abuser, not this. Blood was dripping down the kidnapper's face. There was so much it had almost coated Shiori's fists and the front of his shirt. 

He was worried. The look in Shiori's eyes were so blank. Usually, his black eyes sparkled with sunlight, like 100s of tiny stars were contained inside them. Now they looked dark and empty. He allowed himself to think-although only for a moment, that Shiori might be right. That Ichika had normalized violence for him. It was uncomfortable, to think there was any part of Shiori that wasn't cunning and just. That there was a part of Shiori like this. 

But he didn't dwell on it too long as the moment Shiori registered Aizawa's presence he suddenly looked distressed. 

"I'm not going to tell you off." Aizawa said, using his capture weapon to bind the now limp yet somehow still conscious fugitive "But maybe let the law handle the revenge part of this, shall we?". 

Shiori nodded hesitantly and shifted to fly out the window and back to the cars they had parked down the street. The air had warmed up since that morning and the wind had calmed down. 

It was strange. This whole situation was strange, if he was being completely honest but it was especially strange to be in his old neighborhood, in front of his old house, at the exact same time as he normally left for school. 

Still, it felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. 

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"So, you get to keep your license." Aizawa said simply as he drove the teen back to the campus. Shiori nodded absentmindedly as he stared out the windshield. "What are you going to do now?". 

The question captured Shiori's attention. "I don't know. Probably just go to school, graduate and become a hero. Its what I would have done anyways." He answered, not quite understanding why Aizawa had asked. 

"I was just curious." The pro hero said with a shrug "It seemed like hiding from her was holding you back from something. You never really went out with the other problem children or flew around during the daytime unless you were working. I just thought you'd have something planned for when you were free.". 

Shiori mulled over his teacher's words. Was that all true? He supposed that he didn't really go out much or do anything, and he was constantly worried about her finding him. Maybe Aizawa was just very intuitive. 

But he didn't really have a plan as to what he should do with the newfound freedom. With the only person he doesn't trust who knew of his former identity was gone, he was free to be whoever he wanted Yamada Kei to be. 

'I'll probably keep going by Shiori' He thought as he made his way inside the 1-A alliance, 'It'll be too much work to reprogram my brain to respond to something new'. So Shiori would be like-a nickname? Maybe he'd only let people close to him call him that? That could be fun. 

In the end, he had all the time in the world to do what he wanted to now that Hayashi Ichika was being tried for kidnapping. 

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Hello! I'm clinging onto life by a thread called making cake once every 6 days! 

Seriously everyone acts like stress baking is the best, most useful way of 'blowing off steam' but there's only so much dessert someone can take, you know? 

Plus I keep coming up with new 'better' ideas for flavors that only half of my family likes. Think strawberry lemonade cake, grapefruit custard, calendula sugar cupcakes and orange and honey bunt sorta situation.  

(in my defense I was very sleep deprived) 

My family had to actually beg me to make a normal chocolate and strawberry cake just a few days ago. 

So how are your lives going?