Villainous [Hitoshi Shinso X Reader]

[Chapter 25]: Snapped

"Could you explain to me why our dear little Shinsou decided to come visit you last night?"
I deadpanned at the blue-haired fiend that miraculously popped out of a portal in my room just a few moments ago. It was only seven in the morning—too early for this shit.
"Could you explain to me why the fuck I should give you an answer?"
Saiki pouted at my temper, lazing against the windowsill. "Not a morning person?"
"I'm not a you person," I sneered.
Dramatically throwing his hand over his heart in a grand show of unnecessarily obnoxious theatrics, Saiki gasped.
"How you wound me, (Y/N)!" He cried. "Because, Lovely, I am most definitely a you person."
I stared numbly at the swirling patterns on my ceiling, willing the annoying boy to leave. I had only woken up twenty minutes prior to his unexpected entrance—enough time to grab a coffee, but not enough to gather any of the fucks that were currently flying away before my very eyes.
Aizawa had just left for U.A. with a gruff "don't do anything stupid" when I unsuspectingly went back to my room to reflect on the reasoning for my potent grogginess this morning. I nearly threw the scathing liquid in my hands at the sight that greeted me upon my return—Saiki himself draped over my bed, purring like a contented cat. Aizawa's parting words had came back to me in that moment...  
But does "doing something stupid" count if I wasn't the one that did it? I wondered idly. The stupid came to me.
My thoughts had been cut short by Saiki shouting, "Darling, how I've missed you! Let me see your beautiful face!"
     Immediately, my body had sagged from exhaustion. Just when I thought I was done with you...
     He had hurtled towards me directly after with the speed of a cobra striking out at its prey, arms open and enthusiastic. Naturally, I had stepped to the side, watching with a less than amused expression as his face collided with the ground.
     This hadn't deterred him, however, as he was back up on his feet in an instant, unfaltering grin just as wide as it had been before he kissed the floor. So like any other sane person would have done in this situation—I promptly unlatched my window and made to jump, coffee in hand, because my will to live had a better chance of survival with a twelve foot drop than it did by dealing with this fuckery.
First foot stepping out on air, my body had been harshly tugged back much to my unheeding agitation. Of course, the nuisance couldn't allow me to escape so easily and had opted into capturing me with his snake tongue. Upon my reentry, his arms had caged me against him like a vice where he proceeded to nuzzle my cheek with his. I had shoved him onto the floor in retaliation, too exasperated to even be disgusted at that point.
With the bed unoccupied, I had relented to suffocating myself in the pillows instead, unwilling to entertain the male's demands. Saiki merely laughed like a giddy child at my vain attempts. So much for my morning contemplation...
Maybe if I had had the time to process everything, I would've been able to muster enough sense to call someone for help. Maybe if I had been gifted the opportunity to drink my coffee, I could have gathered enough enthusiasm for life in order to fully comprehend that there was a psychopathic murderer stood in my room just barely two feet away. As it stood, I couldn't have cared less whether or not he was there to kill me or simply to chat me up until my mind snapped—it was all the same to me.
     Fate just isn't on my side this morning...
     That's how I found myself stuck in this peculiar predicament with Saiki sniffing one of my many strewn-about shirts and me watching with near comical apathy.
     "Could you explain to me why our dear little Shinsou decided to come visit you last night?" Thinking back to his peculiar inquiry, realization surged through me with the force of an electric current. I reeled.
Hitoshi brainwashed me!
I sighed irritably. That stubborn bastard. Explains why I'm so out of it today...
The most aggravating part of the entire situation was that I couldn't even find it in myself to be mad because deep down, I had to begrudgingly admit it... It was clever.
"(Y/N)!" Saiki's high-pitched wail alerted me to his lingering presence. "What are you thinking about that is more important than paying attention to me?"
My head rolled to the side and I fixed him with a blank stare. "Literally anything else. Give me my coffee."
Saiki blinked owlishly, unnerved by my newfound attitude, and stared between me and the mug set atop the nightstand. A worrying crease formed between his brows.
"What are you waiting for?" I chided. "Chop, chop."
Suddenly, Saiki's face was overcome with the widest, eeriest grin I had ever seen. "I really do love this new dominant side of yours, (Y/N)."
I gagged at the implications of that statement. "If you're not gonna be of any use to me, then get out."
Saiki tsked mischievously. "We both know that I just can't do that. I'm here for a reason," he said, tone becoming more sinister the longer he spoke. "And I'm not leaving until I get what I want."
I shrugged, uncaring. "Shove it up—"
"Shinsou brainwashed you last night, no?" My body visibly stiffened at the seemingly offhanded remark. "Such a dirty little trick that he pulled—one that he's paying for."
"What did you do to him?" I growled, sobering up instantly.
"Ah, that got your attention!" His expression was borderline hysterical.
I repeated menacingly, "What did you do?"
"Well, we cannot simply overlook his misconduct, (Y/N)—he let you go. And that's a big no-no in the eyes of the boss," Saiki stated nonchalantly. "We did what we always do to traitors. I'm sure that you know those repercussions quite intimately."
Flashes of glinting metallic trays lined with assortments of rusted medical equipment had every muscle in my body tensed in preparation to attack. Scalpels, the blinding white light above the examination table searing into my retinas, brown leather straps restraining my limbs—
"I'll kill you."
"Yes, I remember your promises well," the boy shivered, almost in blissful anticipation. "But as I understand it, you're currently quirkless."
"I don't need a quirk to make you beg for your pitiful life."
Saiki wagged his finger at me tauntingly. "Now, now. There's no need for that—just tell me what I want to know and all of Shinsou's needless suffering can come to an end."
I was conflicted.
Despite the untameable urge to murder the boy where he stood, I knew well enough that he wasn't bluffing. Hitoshi's torture wouldn't end unless they got what they wanted. It would be dragged on for days, each punishment more painful than the last. One by one, bones would be broken. Incisions would be made in all of the right places to cause excruciating pain while still avoiding all of the vital areas that would grant the sweet release of death. Nails torn off, psychological trauma, only to end in—
Frustrated tears threatened to surface in my eyes. I won't let that happen.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and shifted my gaze to meet Saiki's. With a look filled with malicious defiance, I grit my teeth, reluctant to cave so easily.
     His own eyes were overflowing with bubbly exuberance at my evident distress. "Tick tock."
Still, I remained stubbornly silent. Contemplating.
"That's too bad," he sighed mockingly. "Maybe I should make a call to give you a little... incentive."
"What do you—?"
I was silenced by the sight of Saiki's phone pressed to his ear. "Do it."
Pulling the object away from his face, he tapped the screen and held it between the both of us with eyes like razors dipped in poison. My chest tightened with incredulity. Just as I was about to voice my confusion, a blood-curdling scream ripped through the phone's speakers and chilled me to the bone. The voice was pained, no doubt having indescribable agony inflicted upon the body it was attached to.
Another cry rang in my ears, reverberating through my body like an ominous toll. Even through my own internal anguish and jumbled thoughts—even through the garbled groans of the suffering individual—I could recognize that voice anywhere.
"HITOSHI—"
Click.
Silence echoed all around us, haunting in the aftermath of what had just occurred. I couldn't move.
"Seems like Shinsou is having a lot of fun!" Saiki cackled, breaking the still air. "Ready to talk—?"
     "He came to tell me that he couldn't come back."
     The blue-haired boy immediately perked up at my sudden confession, teeth gleaming perturbingly.
"What was that?" Saiki teased. "I didn't quite catch what you said."
"Fuck you—"
"I'm sure that Shinsou doesn't want his fingers, anyways." He commented nonchalantly and proceeded to switch on his phone. His finger hovered over speed-dial.
I bit my tongue harshly, drawing blood. "He told me that he's not coming back. That's why he came. Are you satisfied?"
"More than you know," Saiki purred and clicked the button.
     My breath hitched, thinking the worst. That little—
     Instead, a portal opened up behind him, seemingly on command. He turned to leave.
"I would really love to stay longer, but I have business," Saiki chirped. "You know how it is."
I tore my gaze away from his retreating form, determined not to let him see the defeat written all over my face. Even if Hitoshi is freed from the physical pain, I thought. I still can't save him from the trials of the mind.
     Saiki stopped, turning around to review me with caustic appreciation—almost as if he could sense my bitter thoughts and he was deriving great pleasure from it. Suddenly, he was before me, fingers gliding gently along my jawline. He tipped my chin to stare sadistically into my glassy eyes.
"Helpless is a good look on you, (Y/N)," he grinned ruefully. "You should wear it more often."
Then his hold on me was gone. He strode towards the purple gate and with a final infuriating wink, he was swallowed up into the abyss. The subsequent suffocating atmosphere that closed in around me was heavy. Thick. Dark. Pressing into my chest and stealing the oxygen from my lungs, threatening to asphyxiate me.
For a few moments I was still, breathing laboured.
     I need to call Aizawa.
     I stood up, fumbling for my phone. Fumbling to grapple onto what little peace of mind I had left.
     I need to call—
     Sweat-slicked palms rendered the smooth surface of the small gadget virtually impossible to grip and it slipped from my fingers, taking my composure down with it. I watched in detached wonder as the phone impacted against the wood. The screen cracked.
     I need to—
     Watching the rapidly forming fractures spiderweb around the point of contact like a crude flower, I numbly took notice of the rather pretty design. Like jagged-edged petals.
     I need—
     Hysterical laughter could be heard somewhere in the distance through my numbed senses, sounding so far yet so eerily close. I could barely register it. My head felt like it was submerged beneath the deepest waves of the ocean.
     I—
     The distinct sound of the glass screen shattering finally reached my ears, mimicking the state of my fragile psyche in that moment. My legs wobbled and I sank to my knees, burying my face in my hands.
     All I could hear was that laugh. It wouldn't stop.
     I need it to stop.
     "Big sister?" A familiar taunt inquired innocently just beyond my peripherals. "What are you doing?"
     "Go away."
     "(Y/N)...?"
     "You're not real."
     "Are you okay?" Saya continued to press, naive concern lacing her voice.
     I dug my fingers into my scalp, nails scraping the skin raw. "Why won't you stop?"
     "Stop what?"
     "Laughing!" I screeched, blood trailing down my face as the sound grated against my sanity.
     "But (Y/N)..." She said, eerily jubilant. "You're the one laughing."
Everything froze.
Tears welled up in my eyes, the salty liquid slipping down my cheeks to mix with my own blood. I wept. An unhinged grin settled on my lips as the tears continued to fall and my throat continued to gurgle out obscenities in the form of pealing chortles.
     Finally, I mused with deranged amusement. I've snapped.