Mind of Mine || ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

chapter 47

Song: Are You With Me by Nilu

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The liquid drips, creating a puddle. It seems to never dry as the liquid continues to fall and wet the floor. Something about it is fascinating, and she has the sudden urge to go and squeeze the remaining liquid out.

"You're drooling," you call out, lazily bringing your head up to look at Toga, your nose scrunching in disgust as she continues to stare at the blood leaking from the wound on your thigh. Today, Toga was on watch guard duty, and the fact that the League thought you were still dangerous even after being starved, beaten, and decayed, made you feel good. Because yes, even when you weren't at full strength and your quirk was nonexistent at the moment, you were still a threat.

Toga was perched outside of the cell they had thrown you in, your ankles attached to the floor with chains. You had tried to seem casual, leaning against the wall, but any pressure on your back, even if it was minuscule, left it aching with pain. Your back was fucked up. The League had cleaned it up, but it would scar horribly if you didn't receive any appropriate medical treatment soon. It was between nasty scars, or Shigaraki throwing you to the so-called doctor they had on call.

Scars it is. Who cares, it's just another on the long list.

"Can I get just a little bit?"

Her eyes glittered under the light, almost cat-like. But it is the way she's looking at you that makes you uneasy. You wondered if it was torturous for her, sitting there on the stool, only to watch blood leak out of you, knowing she can't touch at all.

"No, now leave. It's my turn." This voice sounded familiar, and you tried not to perk up enthusiastically.

"No fun," Toga pouted before snatching the stool she was on, not wanting to give the person the pleasure of sitting while on duty.

As she left, somebody else took her spot, their posture nonchalant as they had their thumbs stuffed into the pockets of their jeans. God, you've never been so happy to see feathers. Aware of the cameras that were watching, you made sure to keep the raw glee off your face, choosing to sneer at Hawks instead. The League sent him in because they wanted a reaction from you. They wanted you to realize that the mentor you had looked up to was just a phony— a villain in hero's clothing. If you didn't know the truth, you may have raged against the bars of the cell and tried to strangle the hero. But you knew the truth, so instead, you slowly got up and limped towards him, your hands slipping through the gaps of the bars to touch his clothing.

"Hawks," you breathed out, gripping the front of his jacket, afraid that the blood loss had finally caused you to hallucinate.

But this is real, and Hawks puts his glove-covered hands over yours. "Kid, hold on for a little longer. We're coming to get you."

The words were like heaven, washing away the fears that lingered in your mind. You made a mental reminder to buy this man a thank you basket or something.

"What's going on? How's everybody? What did I miss? Is Katsuki okay?" The questions poured out of your lips, desperate for some answers. You hated being in the dark, not knowing what was happening beyond these walls. The familiar feeling of being caged within four walls pained you, it felt like sandpaper rubbing against your heart because you never expected to be feeling this way again. Aizawa had promised you could stay in the sun for as long as you wanted, and yet, you were back in the darkness.

"Slow down. I don't have much time before somebody else takes my turn. First, I need you to act pissed off and betrayed."

Letting go, you frown at the man, playing the role perfectly while Hawks reaches through the bars towards you. Knowing that you're supposed to feign being hurt, you step away from his touch.