Heartbreaker | BNHA x Reader

[05] Deja Vu

"I-I'm trapped," you said meekly.

The man didn't so much as flinch. He gave you a curious look, tilting his head to the side just slightly. Actually, you were starting to have your doubts about this whole thing. He was eerily quiet. Was he even real, or just a figment of your imagination? Had you already lost your sanity and were now simply hallucinating?

Hoping to put your suspicions to rest, you reached out and tried to touch him. If you could feel him, then he had to be real, right?

As it turned out, that was a grave mistake. You didn't realize it until your fingers made contact with the exposed skin of his forearm, and he shrunk away from you, disgust lacing his features.

"Don't touch me!" he exclaimed, revealing a deep and husky voice. He then glanced down towards where your hand had made contact with him. You realized that small hives had risen to the surface of his skin.

So, he was real. But he looked upset that you'd touched him without asking.

"I'm sorry," you apologized. Based on how strongly he'd reacted, it seemed like the right thing to do.

Unfortunately for you, it was too little, too late.

"You're a vile little thing," the man hissed. You'd only just realized that he was wearing white cloth gloves, and you watched with a mildly perplexed gaze as he began pulling one of them off. "How dare you lay your filthy hands on me. I feel like I'm going to get sick."

It all happened in slow motion. You could see his ungloved hand reaching towards you, but your brain couldn't process the information in time for you to move out of the way.

The second his fingers touched your arm, it erupted into a bloody mess.

You screamed louder than you'd ever screamed before. The pain was all-consuming and utterly unbearable. You were missing an arm. He'd barely touched you, and just like that, your body had been mutilated beyond repair.

"W-Why...?" was all you managed to splutter, cheeks streaming down your cheeks. "I s-said I was sorry. I didn't mean to. I'm just scared. I'm so scared..."

You were losing blood at an alarming rate. Your head was all light and fluttery, to the point that it was a struggle to even keep your vision steady. So much blood. All of this... was yours?

The man watched you bleed out, and although you couldn't see the lower portion of his face thanks to the mask he wore, you were certain his expression was devoid of any remorse.

"You shouldn't have touched me," he grimaced, carefully placing his glove back on, then shaking his head. "Good grief. Everyone is so diseased."

You could feel your breathing getting fainter. Short, stuttering gasps left your lips. Your cheeks were drenched with tears, but you were starting to feel less and less of your body. Every part was slowly getting number by the second, and you felt as though something heavy was weighing down on your chest, slowly suffocating you.

Your eyes rolled back into your skull.

Just like that, you died.

*****

But then, you were alive again.

Air rushed into your lungs, and when you opened your eyes, you found that you were in the same position as before-lying on your back and staring up at the sky from when Katsuki had pushed you down.