That's Not It * Aizawa x Cat! Reader DISCONTINUED (Old Version)

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y/n pov

"He's really not as evil as you think.." The doctor mumbled, sticking the IV into my vein. Tears poured down the side of my face, as I stared blankly at the ceiling on the small cot in the freezing cold room.

I tilted my head to glare at the doctor as best as I could, though one of my eyes was swollen shut. He has a fucking nerve.. I need to get out of here to warn Aizawa. The police. Someone.

"He just needs to let out some steam.." The doctor sighed, wrapping up my bandages, and collecting his things to leave. "I guess he's pretty upset with his master gone and all.. Besides, All Might is still alive. So that just irks him more"

Why is this man making excuses for Shigaraki's behavior? Why is he even speaking to me??

I was in disbelief, unsure of even how to respond to this man. When he witnessed Shigaraki beating the hell out me. He spoke as if taking blame for a toddler's actions! Just wait until I get my hands on that man-child bastard.

The doctor circled around the cot, tying down my bruised arms to the metal bed. "Just as a precaution" He explained, reaching out to brush my hair out of my eyes. What the fuck??

I jerked my head back, to bite his hand, but missed as he pulled away. He let out a deep sigh, walking away to grab his things and walk towards the door.

My mind is so jumbled, I couldn't even think straight enough to figure out a getaway plan. I'm just so dumbfounded how these villains act what they are doing is normal. Or as if they are playing a game.

I closed my eyes, biting my lip as I felt my face get hot from anger. Maybe sadness.. I sure as hell wasn't going to cry. I'll never help that bastard take Eri away for his evil doings. He can torture me, or even kill me.

Hmm.....Kill me? 

To be dead... I wonder what that's like. Will I be a ghost? My soul wondering around the world where no one would see or acknowledge me..

Does heaven exist? Hell?

Would I be in a dark empty sleep, with no thoughts whatsoever? Maybe I'll be in a dream like state. Just alone with my thoughts, with no way of waking up.

Alone with my thoughts..

I opened my eyes slightly, drifting away as I gazed at the ceiling. Shouta Aizawa.

Dead or not, I'll always think about him. How lucky am I, to be able to meet such a wonderful man... An amazing hero...  So gentle and caring.. Although he may not look it. Or even seemed that way at first.

A small laugh escaped my lips, as I grinned weakly, imagining what would have happened to us. If the world was fair.. If the universe allowed me to hold him and never let go.

I would cherish him so much.. It's hilarious how an act of lust, is confusing me. A peaceful confusion though.. I would love to hold him.. But Now that I think about it. I wouldn't say Im in love with him. Not out loud anyway.

I would give anything to talk to him one last time.. To see him-

A very dim patter if feet sucked me back to life. My eyes widened as I snapped my head towards the door, my ears alert and at attention.

It sounds like a bunch of people running towards this building. Is it heroes?

My heart dropped as the faint running sound stopped for a second. Damn.. I must've been dreaming-

A loud crashed made me jump slightly, as roaring yells and commotion came from above me.

"Don't move!"
"You there, Stop!"
"Secure them and search the area!"

Heroes??? It has to be.

"Hey!!" I screamed but stopped to cough, as the attempt brought a scratchy pain in my throat. I was probably dehydrated. I had nothing to drink or eat in a while.

I wriggled in the bed trying to loosen something. I huffed as I tried to scream for their attention again, thrashing on the metal bed.

The bed rocked from side to side, slowly inching around the room. "Someone! Im down her- AHHH!" I must have tilted the bed to hard as I fell sideways, still strapped to it.

Suddenly the door opened as soon as I hit the ground. Light poured in as I saw a tall round silhouette standing.

"I found them! Hey, (Hero Name), Are you alright? Can you hear me?"

The tall Hero came into the room, the light from the outside hall shining onto him, illuminating his suit. A bright yellow ball waddled closer. Kind of looks like a big fluffy angel.

He stood over me, a concern face peering at me. "Hello?" I asked, still a bit fuzzy and unsure what to say.

A relieved expression washed over him, replacing with a huge toothy smile. "Ah! You're conscious and talking.. That's real good" He beamed brightly, untying me carefully.

"Who-"

"FatGum at your service" He winked, lifting me easily into his arms. I sighed happily. He's so soft. Purring as I nuzzled into him, I almost fell asleep. I jolted and grabbed his face roughly, realizing where I was again.

"This is the League's Hideout! Did you capture them all??!"

"Don't you worry yourself, and let's get you outta here" He spoke softly as if I was a civilian, rushing out of the building I was locked in. He headed out into the sunset-lit street, as mumbles of talk radios and bystander chatter filled my ears.

Im out... Im safe-

"Y/N!"

I immediately snapped my head over my shoulder and saw him. Tears filled my eyes, blurring my vision. My face burned as I tried to hold my emotions in.

A choked sob escaped from my lips as I tried to release myself from FatGum's arms. "Woah, woah! We have to get you checked out first!" He warned, keeping his grip on me.

I watched Aizawa rush towards us, it was almost like slow motion. His hair floated and bounced through the breeze, revealing his furrowed eyebrows. His eyes were widened with the most emotion I've ever seen.

I reached out to him, his arm extended back to me. I can feel tears streaming down my face. I need to touch him.

"Y/n!" He gasped, almost whimper like. Immediately, it was like time sped up. I have no clue how I made it into his embrace. But I don't care.

I held him tightly, letting my emotions get ahead of me. I couldn't let go. I didn't want to let go.

All I can remember, is staring at the stars, thanking whoever out there that I had this moment. I felt so... peaceful. I don't even remember slipping into unconsciousness.