Heroes Need Saving Too (BNHAxReader)

Chapter 155: How stupid can I be?

"Since when do you make noise loud enough to wake me from a nap? What are you doing?" Aizawa said with a little bit of bite to his tone since I woke him.

I wrapped the rubber band around my wrist again and pulled my sleeve down. "Nothing."

He yawned before saying, "Well, it doesn't sound like nothing; so what were you doing? Don't think I didn't see you put something around your wrist and pull down your sleeve."

"It's just some hair ties."

"Lies." he deadpanned.

I sighed, "It's a rubber band."

"Why do you have one?"

"You know the plan..."

"Right...just don't give yourself too bad of welts."

I scoffed, "Better than scars I suppose."

"Yeah." he said as he began to leave my room.

I laid there on the beanbag chair for an hour before I thought of something to take my mind off of things. I started to get curious. What if I developed a quirk that allows me to go into other dimensions...well, if there are other dimensions. I sat up and closed my eyes as I tried to work my being into another dimension, but invisible so I don't mess up something. After concentrating very hard for five or so minutes, I opened my eyes to find myself next to the new dimensions Y/N. I looked around to see that we weren't in Japan anymore. It was in America, and seemed to be the house that I used to live in with my family. After looking around to see that I was in my pastel pink room that I had when I was about five, I looked to five year old me sitting on the bed, playing a hand held video game. Shortly later I heard a baby crying, which I noticed little me paused the game and hopped off of the bed. I followed her to my baby sisters room.

I noticed that there wasn't the step stool that I remember always being by her crib. Five year old me put her arm through the bars of the crib and tried to calm Melody, which I then heard footsteps approach. I look to the open door behind me to see my mother enter the room and smile at the little me by the crib as she walked closer. She picked up my sister and comforted her, calming her from tears and brought her to a peaceful slumber. The mother in front of me was both nicer in appearance and nature. She looked the same as I always remembered her with her little bit of makeup and her beautifully curled hair.

My other dimension mother bent down to be level with the five year old me, "Do you want to help me make lunch?" she asked in a caring tone, one that made me feel warm inside.

I watched as my mother took my hand and walked out of the nursery. I stood there, staring out of the room while I swallowed down the choked up feeling in my throat. I slowly walked out of the room and down the hall, past the master bedroom, and bathroom, and the closet that I hid in as I watched my father murder my mother from my dimension. I walked cautiously around the corner and into the kitchen. As I walked into the kitchen, I realized how brightly lit the whole house was, unlike the one I knew, which was dark or dimly lit since the shades were always drawn.

I looked to the kitchen table to see my father, silently reading the newspaper. I was almost frightened for some reason at the sight of him, but I knew that I had nothing to be afraid of. I looked to my mother and the five year old me making lunch, which looked like it was going to be steak. I could hear them talking to each other in low tones so they wouldn't disturb my father reading.

"Hey, hun?" my father asked my mother, which she then hummed as she turned to him. "Could you please pass me my phone? It should be charged by now."

"Sure thing." she said before telling the pint size me to hold on a sec, then going to the other side of the counter to grab the charging phone. She then handed my father the phone as she said, "Here you go, love."

"Thank you." he said as he took it.

I wanted to cry even more upon hearing my father being so polite and calm. The more I looked at him, I realized that I never looked like either of my parents. My father had white skin tone that wasn't pale at all, and my mother had beautiful sun-kissed skin if not a little darker, while I'm beyond pale no matter the amount of sunlight I get. My father had hazel eyes while my mothers were a deep brown, then mine are a bright blue. Both of my parents had dark chocolate brown hair that was full and had volume, while mine on the other hand is a very light brown and thin. My sister, Melody, from the small age that she was, I could tell that she would have grown up to look like my mother.

I walked slowly to the table and generated a chair by the table so I was sitting in the sunlight. I kept on looking between my mother, my younger self, and my father. It was the total opposite of how I was raised. I looked down to my feet as I thought about some things, but I noticed that I didn't have a shadow. I closed my eyes tight as I tried to stop the tears from trying to leave my eyes. I look back up to my mother and father, to notice that my father was getting something off the top shelf for my mother. He then stood next to her with his arm around her waist and a smile upon his face. I wiped the slow moving tears as I sniffled. I felt happy, relieved, and deeply saddened. I was happy that the dimension I was visiting was going to treat me better than how I was treated in mine. I was also quite sad since I now knew that I could have lived a normal life, but I wasn't so lucky. I was strangely relieved because I was the one to receive the painful one, not this dimension version of happy, little me.

I stood up as I disintegrated the chair I made and walked over to that dimension's parents. I put my hand on their shoulders, which they didn't notice, then bent down to give my younger self a hug. With tears still streaming down my cheeks, I went to Melody's room and up to her crib. I rested my hands on the railing as I looked down on the sleeping baby. I put my right hand in and stroked her cheek. I sniffled a few times before I had to retract my arm and cover my face as I began to break down. When I uncovered my face with my hands, I looked around and noticed that I was in a far corner of the dining room in the apartment of my normal dimension. I wiped my eyes with my sleeves as I turned around. Once I was turned around, I saw that both Aizawa and Yamada were standing there with concerned looks on their faces.

"What?" I rasped out before clearing my throat.

"What are you doing?" Yamada asked.

I wiped my eyes as the last tears escaped my eyes, "Testing a new quirk."

I began walking towards the entryway to go up to my room, "What new quirk is that?" he asked.

"One that let's me travel to other dimensions. I can't control what I go to since I don't know them all if there are more than I can think of."

"What one did you go to?"

I stopped walking as soon as I made it into the doorway of the entryway. I looked down and answered, "One where I had a normal childhood. I was able to see my parents who weren't abusive, my little sister, and five year old me...who was carefree, who was scar free, who was a normal five year old...who was happy."

There was a pause before Aizawa said, "You shouldn't be messing with stuff like that. What if something comes to the one we're in? What will happen then?" I then heard something hit him, which I assume was Yamada, before he whispered, "What?"

"I'm invisible so I cannot affect it." I began walking again, "I'm going to bed."

"It's early though." Yamada said.

"So?" I said as I began up the stairs.

When I got into my room, the white puff ball of a cat jumped off of the sofa and joined me on my bed. I laid there as I began to pass out from exhaustion of using a new quirk like that.