Day after day passed. The minds of Aizawa and Midoryia pulse with anxiety. Something was going to happen soon. A girl, it was all about a girl. You fell asleep every night, the feelings of others putting you on edge. Then a surge of something coarse its way through your mind, jolting you awake in the early hours. Something vague, but intense traveled through your head and you knew it came from another. You sat up, eyes moving towards your window. The sun was barely rising, but the buzz made you restless.
The (F/A) stuffed animal is always laid on your bed. Your left hand holding onto it with a tightening grip. There was a bookshelf across the bed, lined with beginning math and English. The books soon falling off randomly. Built into the bookshelf was a desk, but you always just did your homework underneath the desk. The closet with all your clothes, and the ones Mrs. Midnight bought for you, rattle slightly.
Standing up in your all-white pajamas, you start to get dressed in your other all-white clothes, ignoring the newer ones. Once done, you head towards the exit of your room. It was separate from everyone else, a specific place Aizawa chose for you to stay at. Granted, it was still at UA, but more to the side, closer to the testing grounds. They drove you there at the end of the day. Aizawa specifically going with you. Your room was always locked, the window unopenable, but you still had ways you would leave. Through the simple method of telekinesis, you could open the ventilation and squeeze through. It was technically too small, but it didn’t matter. You were smart about it. There was a camera in the left corner of your room and it would swivel throughout.
As it would pass, it saw you, then, on the next pass, you’d be gone. Every time you disappeared, it would happen in about four seconds. Now, you were preparing to do the same. The camera passed you, the vent cover then was pulled down by your mind, your shoulder abruptly dislocating before you went in. You only had to dislocate one of your joints to fit, but you could dislocate both shoulders.
A man, held you down, pulling your arm out of your socket as you screamed. He then did it to your other arm, leaving your limbs and body helpless on the ground. “Do it, Subject 7641. Go through the vent.”
Your eyes lifted, a small vent in front of you. Light tears went down your face, but you squirmed your feet, inching yourself towards the vent and getting inside. It was a long struggle, the vent being dark and cold. Indecipherable shouting came from the entrance, but you paid it no mind.
Your mind shuttered at the memory, crawling through the vent of UA. The tearing of your limbs until they fell limp beside you. They repeated it over and over, making you crawl through the long vent, only to have to put your arms back into the socket. As it progressed, they started to make you force your own limbs out. Subject 7655 was the worst at it, her getting multiple electric shocks as punishment. The people in the same room died, but….
Abruptly, you saw a glimpse of light and fell towards it, popping back out of the vent. Then, with a simple roll of your shoulder, the joint went back in, your hands landing on the grass. A slight shiver went through your body before it was pushed away. The mental anxiety and adrenaline of others spurred your body to move.
The earth trembled slightly as you started to float up into the air. As soon as your feet left the ground, the trembling stopped. Your eyes moved across the sky, before closing. Your senses are pulling you toward where the sun is setting. You moved like a missile, fast, before taking a sharp turn.
The world was also quiet. The heads of others didn’t humm with thoughts, they were asleep. The early birds were quiet and few between. Few cars drove through the street, but the people within were dozing, quiet. However, your gaze soon moved toward the distance. There was an old-style Japanese home that you got the feeling from. Fast movement, hostility, and panic all radiated from there. Your eyes trailed to the outside, people fighting a large man with a pointed angular mask. He was attacking others you didn’t recognize, but there was one you were familiar with.
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Whispers - MHA x Psychic Reader
FanfictionQuirks. They were a pillar of power, the peak of human evolution. Each one wanted something more powerful, more useful. They wanted weapons and they would do anything to get their weapons. Whether it was going into a stranger's home at night, just t...
