Who You Are | MHA/BNHA

and you'll ask yourself (where is my mind?)

Tw: Reference/Implied Child Neglect and Child Abandonment

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[Name] leveled a fierce glare at Wolfram, his mocking demeanor doing little to mask the danger he posed. The villain's taunting words hung heavy in the air, each syllable a reminder of the perilous situation they found themselves in.

Wolfram's gun wavered between [Name], Melissa, and David, his eyes gleaming with sadistic amusement. "Now, what should I do with you?" he jeered, his voice dripping with malice.

Despite the adrenaline coursing through their veins, [Name] resisted the urge to act impulsively, but they couldn't help but move a fraction. The criminal immediately noticed, causing them to stop. Wolfram's next words, delivered with chilling calmness, sent a shiver down their spine. "Uh, uh. I wonder what is faster, you or my bullet? Want to put it to the test?"

"Tsk," [Name] muttered under their breath, their jaw tightening in frustration. The thought of risking David's life with a reckless move was unbearable. They knew they had to exercise caution, no matter how tempting it was to retaliate.

With a steely resolve, [Name] held their ground, their gaze never wavering from Wolfram's malevolent stare. Though their instincts screamed for action, they remained rooted in place, determined to protect Melissa and her father at all costs.

Wolfram's cruel laughter echoed through the room as he seized David by his suit, heedless of [Name]'s tense resistance. The hero-in-training fought against every fiber of their being, desperately restraining their urge to intervene as David winced in agony from the rough handling, his wounded body unable to withstand the strain.

With a sinister smirk, Wolfram leveled a cold gaze at David. "All you can do right now is mass-produce that device for me," he declared, his words dripping with malice. Before anyone could react, he delivered a brutal blow to David's head with the butt of his gun, rendering him unconscious.

"Papa!" Melissa's anguished cry filled the air, her fingers clinging tightly to [Name]'s arm in a desperate attempt to anchor herself. Despite the turmoil raging within her, she knew rushing in recklessly would only put everyone in danger. Guilt gnawed at her insides as she grappled with the weight of her actions, haunted by the realization that her impulsive decisions had placed her father and [Name] in harm's way.

Midoriya's capture loomed heavily in her thoughts, a grim reminder of the dire situation they faced. She didn't even want to think about what happened to the others. With a heavy heart, Melissa berated herself for the chaos she had inadvertently unleashed. In her eyes, it was all her fault.

"Shit," [Name] muttered under their breath, their mind racing to formulate a plan. They couldn't abandon Melissa, nor could they stand idly by while Wolfram threatened David's life.

Wolfram's gaze flicked between [Name] and Melissa, his gun trained on David, ready to unleash devastation at the slightest provocation. He was confident that the young hero-in-training wouldn't be fast enough to stop a bullet. If necessary, he was prepared to eliminate David and seize his assistant by force.

"Take him away," Wolfram ordered, his tone laced with menace as he motioned for his lackey to remove David from the scene.

"G-Give him back! Give Papa back!" Melissa's voice trembled with fury as she demanded the return of her father, her eyes ablaze with determination and worry. Sensing her distress, [Name] placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, silently offering their support.

But Wolfram's response was callous, his expression darkening with irritation as he aimed his gun at the pair. "You're really starting to get on my nerves," he growled, his finger hovering dangerously over the trigger. "I think it's time I put an end to all of the professor's attachments, starting with you and that bitch of yours."