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shou-aizawa · 5 years ago

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this is frickin AMAZING ohmygOD- it’s so well written and kept me on the edge of my seat the whole time, i nearly even cried at the end there 😭💕❤️

Abduction (Aizawa & Daughter!Reader)

Summary: The adopted daughter of the pro-hero Eraserhead, he knew how dangerous and unique her quirk was and the target that was placed on her. But always thought he would be able to protect her, he never imagined it would have caught the attention of the yakuza.

Warning: depictions of torture, abuse, and gaslighting (basically Overhaul is his own warning)

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long! I got this request a long time ago, but I’m only getting to it now. But I do like this request and @daughter-of-stark has been really supportive of my writing, so I hope you enjoy what I came up with! The reader is based on Ace from the Justice League Animated Series. Thanks for the angst! Personally I’m really proud of how this one turned out. It’s probably more of a dark fic than angst, but I hope you still enjoy~

His eyes were surprisingly kind.

Everything about the erasure hero was dark by nature. His appearance was rugged and scruffy, he didn’t look like what she imagined a hero would look like. He didn’t shine the way the top heroes did with their colorful and intricate costumes, his was simply black clothes with white cloth around his neck. His aura wasn’t ever the most inviting. It was no surprise he was an underground hero instead.

But even so, his black eyes felt like the warmth of the sun when he looked down at her and promised her that she was going to be safe now. And she believed him because his eyes were so kind and sincere.

His hand extended out to her.

“Please, don’t come closer,” she begged, cowering from his hand and burying her face in her hands avoiding those eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Her eyes weren’t kind. Her eyes were cursed. They caused her parents to go mad. When she looked at them, they went catatonic for hours before her mother started sobbing in the corner and her father chased her out of the house as they called her a devil child. She was a curse that hurt good people.

“You don’t have to be afraid. You won’t hurt me.”

No, that’s not true. She hurt her mommy and daddy and made them hate her. She hurt anyone who got close to her and looked in her eyes since she found herself on the street. She couldn’t control her quirk. She was a monster who was only capable of hurting others, she was just a devil child.

But he didn’t scare away easily, instead he stayed there in that alleyway. He was bending down to her level, she could feel his eyes on her. The little girl couldn’t fathom why this man wasn’t scared of her. Why he was being so kind and patient. But he just sat there with her until she ran out of tears.

When she did look at him, she noticed his black eyes now glowed red and his hair was standing up on its own. He looked threatening, but still there was something about him that kept her calm.

“Your quirk can’t hurt me like this,” he stated. “I know you’re scared but I’m not just going to leave you here. So, I can help you if you want me to.”

Why was he being so kind?

Why didn’t he just leave her?

Why isn’t he scared of her quirk?

But those fears fell second to the hope that what he said was true. That her quirk wasn’t working on him, he wasn’t going mad. He was the one person she didn’t have to worry about hurting and that he would help her control this awful power. But more so how tired she was. And he was going to keep her safe.

Her small hand extended and accepted his. The hero’s hand was coarse and scarred against her smooth skin. Her hand was so small compared to his massive adult hand, he easily wrapped his hand around hers and lifted her off the ground. He pulled her up to rest on his waist, and her arms clung around his neck as if she was afraid to let go.

Her face buried into his shoulder as his long hair hid her little face from everything else. She gripped him with all her remaining strength as if she was afraid that is she let go she’d wake up in that alley and it would have all been a hopeful dream of hers.

“What’s your name?” He asked softly, she was surprised that someone with such rough hands and could speak in such a soft tone of voice.

It allowed her to relax into his arms more easily, “(Y/N).” She kept her family’s name to herself, afraid that he would return her to them.

“My name is Shouta Aizawa, I’m going to take care of you. I promise you won’t have to be afraid.”

Overhaul’s eyes are golden like the sun but they are cold and unnerving when he looks at her.

The girl had been walking home after school. (Y/N) was lost in her own mind, chastising herself for a training failure regarding her quirk. She didn’t think she had what it took to be a hero, her quirk wasn’t heroic. But the teachers seemed convinced that with enough determination and hard work she would be able to become a hero just like her father was.

But there was always a silent voice in the back of her mind that told her that no matter what, her quirk was never going to be able to save anyone.

Even though she didn’t know him yet, she could have sworn the voice sounded like Overhaul, even then.

His men followed her as the sun went down and she continued to roam the streets. In the corner of her eye she noticed the men who were observing her. But she didn’t want to cause a panic on the street, she kept quiet to herself as she tried to evade them as best she could. She tried her hardest to lose them in the crowd as she had been taught, before she thought she was finally free of them as she ran down an alleyway.

But had all been one elaborate scheme to trick her into running straight into his arms. As she looked behind her to see if she had escaped her pursuers as she turned into the alley, she felt his gloved hands grip her wrists harshly, as he glared down at her.

Those eyes shook her very core. And yet no words were able to escape her. Her knees went weak and she was both unable to move or scream for help.

As she tried to activate his quirk, she felt a bullet pierce through her side and her eyes didn’t activate as she felt the shock of having been shot cause her to fall to the ground as he released her arms.

Her mind screamed for someone to save her.

When she woke up in a dark room she knew she hadn’t been saved. As she tried to move, she found herself unable to with the still healing wound in her side. The room was dark with no window and only a solitary door at the end of the large room.

A man in a beaked mask came into the room as she tried to find the strength to get out of the bed. They strapped her down and muzzled her as she tried to scream. (Y/N) activated her quirk and managed to render several men catatonic before a man in a white cloak blindfolded her as well, leaving her effectively quirkless and truly helpless.

The left her strapped down to the bed like an animal, unable to speak or see. She could only listen as they treated her wound and force fed her enough to keep her alive. There was no point in fighting them like this, not when she was still recovering. All she could do was make silent prayers that a hero would find her.

Once the wound had healed sufficiently, the blindfold remained on to keep her from activating her quirk.

But she could feel them remove her from the bed as they whispered about taking her to their young boss. She felt them strip her down and the cold air as she screamed for them to stop. They bathed her, scrubbing her skin raw and invading what little privacy she had. Once her skin was clean they dressed her in a thin cloth dress and nothing else before taking her to meet this supposed boss of theirs.

Her bare feet felt the cold ground as they walked for what felt like hours before they finally reached their supposed boss. It felt like they had been walking down an impossibly long hallway before they reached their boss. She wants to fight them the entire time they are in the hallway, but she can’t see, she doesn’t know where they are, and she knows she is outnumbered. It would be suicide. So she follows.

When she enters the boss’ office, she knows that many of the men stayed outside and that only one of them is still in the room with them.

She also knows that the young boss is the man she saw. It was a sense that racked through her brain as she imagined those golden eyes staring down at her again, causing her heart to pound and her whole body to paralyze in fear. His voice only causes her to feel even more unnerved as he spoke, she could only focus on a few details between the sound of her own heart pounding in fear.

His name was Overhaul (clearly a code name, and she wouldn’t learn his real name— Kai Chisaki, until she was finally freed from their hideout)

They are a yakuza organization known as the Shie Hassakai (for a whole she thought they were affiliated with the League of Villains and their “young boss” was going to be Shigaraki. She’s not quite sure if she is relieved or not that it wasn’t)

And she was going to be his tool in his goal to rid the world of quirks, and as repayment he would free her of her cursed quirk one day (and that’s when she realized the voice in her head sounded like Overhaul, even though this was the first time she heard it)

Tears formed in the corner of her eyes, staining the blindfold as she shook her head. “I don’t want that.”

“Of course you do,” he stated, as if he knew her own mind better than she did. “It’s what you’ve wanted since it manifested and your parents called you a monster.” Her eyes widened with shock. How could he know about that? “That’s why you live with a hero that can erase your quirk. Because he’s scared of you and what you’re capable of. The sickness you have.”

She knows that he’s approaching her and it causes her to freeze in place as she silently tries to refute his claim. Aizawa wasn’t afraid of her, he didn’t think her quirk was a curse, he didn’t think she was a monster too. She wasn’t sick, she was normal, she could be a hero.

“No,” she managed to stutter, her voice was quiet and laced with fear as she gripped her shoulders. “I’m not… he wouldn’t… please, I don’t want to…”

“You don’t have a choice,” was all he said.

She felt him place his hand against her face before pain ripples through her body as cell by cell she was torn apart until it was all black.

For an indiscernible amount of time, there was only a black void and it could have been as if she didn’t exist and she had never existed. And then she felt each of her cells that had been ripped apart within seconds be sewed back together just as quickly, and her eyes met nothing but a blinding white light.

The first thing she saw was Overhaul’s golden eyes. Hives surrounded his right temple. But his eyes were calm, but with cruel intent as if he could do it again with just a look of his eyes. One of his hands was gloves while the other remained ungloved, the hand he used to touch her face. The hand that could destroy her with only a light tap.

“I wouldn’t try to use your quirk on me, unless you want me to keep you disassembled permanently.”

She bit her tongue, in the amount of overwhelming thoughts and sensations that filled her mind as she had just died and came back to life essentially, she hadn’t even thought of using her quirk to defend herself, even as she was looking at Overhaul.

Chrono blindfolded her again and grabbed her arm to force her out of the room as Overhaul dismissed them. She didn’t pray that she would be saved anymore. The thought of how easily he could disassemble them as if they were nothing.

His golden eyes have replaced the sun after being forced to live without seeing the sky for so long. They burned just as much when she stared at them.

It’s a pattern. He summons her, she walks blindfolded down an impossibly long hallway, he tries to make her use her quirk in increasingly twisted ways, and when she refuses to or is unable to do what he asks, he overhauls her until she does or he’s grown so disgusted by the mess that he gives up for the day, and then the cycle will continue tomorrow.

In between these sessions, she sleeps very few hours during what she presumes is the nighttime based on when they bring her meals. They keep her blindfolded most of the day, she can’t see anything unless he wants her to use her quirk. She doesn’t eat much either, her bones sticking to her skin in a way that suggests that she’s been starving for at least a month now. But she mostly waits around.

To be summoned or saved, it depends if she can find the strength to be hopeful on that particular day.

This day, after what could have been months now, could’ve been no different than any other day. She would have imagined she’d grow a tolerance or at least she would have numbed herself to the pain. But every time there was a pit in her stomach and she prayed it would be over soon and she could return to her room only to dread when he would summon her again. There was numbness to the pain he inflicted.

While Overhaul may be mysophobic and always remarked on how she was sick, he always stayed close to her during these sessions. She knew it was because with her blindfold off, it would only take one look for her to render him catatonic. It was a safety precaution. But it didn’t explain the pleasure she imagined he got from feeling her tremble as he stood behind her, trying to force her to use her quirk.

She can’t do what he wants. He’s deluded himself into believing she can control minds with her quirk. And when she can’t deliver on these fantasies of his, the cycle continues to its next point. His glove is removed as he moves his hand to her arm.

She knows it’s pointless to plead, but there is no heart to appeal to within his cold heart, it would be a fruitless endeavor. But she does as she shivers with anticipation as she bits her lip so roughly she’s sure she broke the skin.

“I can’t do it, I’m sorry,” she whispers, grasping at the wool of her dress as her tears fall silently and stain the off-white color of her dress. Her body won’t stop shaking as she waits for the cold sensation of his skin. He won’t overhaul all of her, just enough to make a point. So she learns to do better. “I’m sorry.”

“You disappoint me.”

His voice is soft as he almost whispers it into her ear. She never imagined any part of him would be soft, certainly not his cruel eyes or his voice that caused her to whimper. But it is soft, so much so it makes her even more frightened than she was.

The room is filled with a horrible shriek that practically rips apart her throat itself. But none of the men in the room so much as flinch. Her whole body is shaking as his hand grasps her arm, causing it to vanish leaving nothing but searing pain throughout her body as her cries become almost inhuman. Terror continues to fill her veins as he moves to her other hand.

Before he can touch her, she wants to activate her quirk and immobilize him. She can no longer take this pain. But her eyes are too clouded with her own tears, and knows she’ll just be shot. Her arm gone forever without him. Only he can make her whole again.

She screams so loud this time that everything in the room is sent flying. The trays with medical equipment, the few chairs and tables, and all the technology in the room are sent flying and crushed against the wall.

A stray surgical knife pierces Chrono’s arm and he winces in pain. The two other men in the corner were knocked out cold and probably had concussions.

It took her a moment to realize that she had sent everything flying with her mind. She didn’t know how she did it. Maybe she wanted everything to go away or she was so overwhelmed she couldn’t control herself. But in the end Overhaul got what he wanted, this untapped potential he seemed to believe he could harness in her to use as his weapon was a reality. It sent chills down her body that his sick goal had been realized, and the thought she would still be his pawn.

She thought he would be mad at the injuries she inflicted on his men, his precepts. Especially to Chrono. But he only walks up behind her silently and rests his hand on her head. It’s a gloved hand, which meant he wasn’t going to punish her. Instead this was his twisted way of praising her but it only made her cry.

“See, that’s all I wanted.”

It’s so matter of fact, it’s as if she was some insolent brat refusing to do the simplest task.

She’s so touch starved after all this time, but his hand holds no comfort. But she can no longer remember the way her father would pat her head, she was sure it had more warmth and affection that Overhaul was ever capable of providing. But in a fleeting moment of vulnerability she accepts the touch with no resistance, simply glad that he isn’t punishing her.

She wants to be strong, to be brave and fearless. She wants to be the kind of person who wouldn’t bend to his words or the pain. But she finds it so hard to have faith as weeks turn to months but in her head it could have easily been years. And all she has is the pain of being overhauled and the sensation of his touch.

The next day, when Chrono comes to her room— his movements are stifled from the injury to his arm clearly having been more severe than it looked the day prior, she expected she was being summoned again. Instead he simply placed something on the end of her bed, and then freed her from her blindfold.

It was a stuffed animal. A cat to be precise. It was more animated than a living cat in its design. It was fat and white, with large black eyes that had been sewn in. The ears and paws were a light caramel color. It was an adorable little plushie like the ones she had as a child. But this wasn’t a present. It was a bribe.

“You should be grateful,” Chrono remarked, he didn’t turn away from her.

He wasn’t afraid of her. Even if she used her quirk to make her go mad, she wouldn’t make it far in a base that she had never seen and felt like a maze when she was led somewhere. Overhaul would find her first, and he would dissemble her permanently. And therefore there was nothing to be afraid of.

She nodded her head dutifully. Chrono places her blindfold on again. She wonders if they’re not afraid of her then why they need to blind her all the time.

When the door is closed and sealed again, she reaches to feel the softness of the plushie. It’s not a cheap quality stuffed toy, and it smelled as if it had been thoroughly cleaned with peroxide. She pulls the plushie to her stomach and lies down on her side, wrapping her whole body around the toy as she breaths in the chemical smell. It’s oddly soothing.

The next time he summoned her, he has her sat down in a chair in the white square room while he stood behind her, his hand gripping the back of her chair.

“Have you forgotten your manners? What do you say when someone gets you a nice present?” He asked. “Or did your parents and foster father not teach you proper manners.” There’s the implication that he will teach her if she doesn’t already know them. But it is mainly condescension when he speaks to her.

In a weak and cracked voice, she whispers, “thank you…” he still doesn’t seem pleased, “...Overhaul.”

The two don’t speak often, usually their sessions are silent. He gives her instructions and that is it. But when she does speak to him, he expects her to speak to him by name. He wasn’t her boss like he was to the others, she was his test subject, his tool he was fashioning to help accomplish his goals.

“Well, you did so well,” he replied. “So let’s see if you’ll be able to keep doing that good from now on.”

He has them bring out a glass for her to shatter. They expect her to be able to look at it and break it apart before they move onto strong materials such as stone or metal. But she can already feel her skin crawl as she knows that she isn’t going to be good today.

No one ever looks at her eyes. They’re cursed and can cause someone to go insane with a single glance.

When Aizawa first found her, he had to use his own quirk to protect himself and those around them from her unstable quirk that activated on its own. He had to bye her protective glasses to keep others from seeing her eyes but allowed her to see. She wore these glasses for almost five years before she learnt to activate and deactivate her quirk on command.

He reasoned she could have taken them off two years earlier than that, but she was afraid of an accident. There was always the fear that one day she would use her quirk on the wrong people and they would see her as a villain with a quirk like that. So she preferred to hide her eyes away until she could be certain.

But she always had a fascination with others' eyes. The three rings of different shades of blue in her Aunt Nemuri’s eyes, Todoroki’s grey and turquoise heterochromia, Hatsume’s yellow scope lensed irises, the black sclera in Mina’s eyes, and the subtle hints of personality that someone’s eyes could carry.

Besides Overhaul, all his minions and precepts wear masks that cover their entire faces, hiding away their eyes. If they are as cruel as his, it’s a small blessing.

None of them behave as cruel as he does, but behavior can be deceiving where eyes hold the truth. Even Overhaul can be kind sometimes with his small gifts and pats on the head, all in some twisted reward system he has in his mind. So she doesn’t trust any of the men who claim they are nice or try to act nice.

One of these men who was guarding her door while she napped, came in without warning insisting they’re in danger, and insinuates he’ll protect her. But he doesn’t have kind eyes. To her, he has no eyes.

Her eyes are still blindfolded as he grabs her hand. They never grab her hand, they never touch her. She hasn’t been grabbed with this much force since she first met Overhaul in what felt like a lifetime ago. Her skin is weaker and softer, it bruises at the pressure he grabs it. And she doesn’t have the strength to do much more than follow him despite her reservations.

She doesn’t know what’s happening, but she knows that he’s panicking. She can feel him slightly shake as they walk quickly. He plans for them to meet up with Overhaul before escaping, claiming he’s farther ahead with Chrono and the girl, as if she knows who that is.

There is no point in fighting it, all paths in this place lead it and he always got his way, even when she swore he muttered something about heroes.

It’s the police who find them first. She knows because they don’t sound like heroes. They didn’t talk like heroes, and more importantly they pulled out their guns. The man with her pulled out his own gun, but she knew it wouldn’t do much against theirs. But none of them fired when they noticed he had a girl with him.

He smirks as he realizes the advantage as well, he pulls her in front of him and positions her to face them. He removes the blindfold quickly and her eyes need a moment to adjust to the light before she sees several guns being pointed at her. The scar on her side aches as it remembers the sensation of being shot.

“They want to hurt you,” he whispers.

She looks at them, their eyes are unsettled. They are shaking. They are afraid of her. They will hurt her.

She activates her quirk, causing her eyes to turn into (e/c) spirals that fill the entirety of her eyes, that causes the policemen to crumble one by one. Their minds shattered as they failed to look away from her. Some of them fell catatonic, others started laughing or screaming— the sounds became indiscernible, while others shot their comrades or themselves.

He grabbed her forearm again as he chuckled at the men’s misfortune as he led her down the hallway again. She rubbed her eye with her free hand, they burnt from the strong fluorescent lights of the hallway.

The only sound in the hallway now was the sound of his shoes and her bare feet tapping against the ground. Four feet hitting the marble ground down the vast hallway that looked like it never ended.

“Wait!” A voice screams from behind them.

He grabs her shoulders again, they don’t feel like Overhaul’s. His grip is never that tight, because he’s never desperate to exert control over her like that. His mere presence commands control. But the gesture is for the same purpose of using her as a weapon to defeat this newest enemy the way Overhaul had been preparing her to and as she did with those men.

The voice portrays the image of the man dragging himself across the wall. It’s weak despite trying to position itself as powerful. He’s a hero, no doubt from the white cloak and purple costume. His hair is spiky and indigo. He has pointed ears. He’s bleeding quite a bit and she would guess he’s got broken bones as well. But he’s young, too young to be a pro.

His face contorts to shock, but he’s trying to keep his voice strong, “you’re (Y/N). We’re here to rescue you.”

“Look at him, he’s going to die soon, he can’t save you. The others are going to die as well,” the man tells her, his grip tightens as he orders her around as if she knows who he is. “Now put him out of his misery so we can find Overhaul before he grows impatient!”

The girl’s body snapped unnaturally still, her eyes widened and she took a sharp intake of breath.

Her eyes began to spiral as her mouth contorted to a pout as she kept her eyes focused on the male who was too slow to close his eyes. He was showing the first signs of following under her quirk’s influence. He was getting dizzy and his mind seemed to be spinning in the opposite direction than his body. He fell of the wall and tried his best to stand as he fell over repeatedly.

“Please… (Y/N), they’re using you,” he pleaded, saying her name twice now as if he knew her, it’s the first time she’s heard her own name in months. It sounds like a foreign language. “They’re here…” he stuttered, “for you… Kiri-Kirishima, and Midoriya.”

Her classmates she hasn’t seen in months. It comes like a flash; Kirishima’s spiked up red hair and equally pointy teeth; Midoriya’s freckles and big dopey green eyes. She thought about her classmates a lot in the earlier weeks. But it became too painful. Now she knows that he must be a UA student, even if she doesn’t know who he is, he knows her friends.

That causes a moment of hesitation, enough that she doesn’t cause insanity but she imagines it's hurting so much he might as well be insane. Her breath hitched and she moved involuntarily, it causes the goon behind her to speak again.

“What are you doing? Finish him!” He ordered, he’s shaking a bit when she turns her head to the side. His grip loosens the more her head moves.

“Don’t listen to him,” the boy continued. Where did he get this strength to resist her quirk? Perhaps there was a subconscious part of her holding back, waiting to hear what he has to say. “Your father is here too!”

“My?” she muttered, her hand moving to grasp her heart as it pounds loudly in her chest into her neck. The words are escaping her as her quirk deactivated as she freed the boy from her influence and his breathing started to steady. Her own breathing becomes more rapid as she can hear each intake of oxygen.

A tear rolls down her face. No, he can’t be here. After so long it was the one thing she prayed for, she didn’t want him to save her anymore. When she saw what Overhaul was capable of, she didn’t want to risk her father coming to her rescue. If he was here now, he was in danger. No, he can’t be here now.

“What are you doing?!” He questioned.

She hated his voice so much. The way it commanded her as if he had any power over her.

Instantly, he flew off the ground and he hit the wall beside them, his head hitting the wall and leaving a small red stain on it. She turned completely, seeing that with the little consciousness he had left, he started to cower away from her. While he tried to seem as if he wasn’t scared of her, he was just another frightened man who saw her as a monster.

Her quirk activated quickly, her eyes spiraling as his screams filled the hallway. The henchman screeched until she was sure he tore apart his vocal cords. Soon he fell catatonic, drool rolling down his chin as his eyes stayed inhumanly wide with narrow irises.

She deactivated her quirk and walked over to the boy who was now resting on his knee as he took deep breaths and watched the display before him. The girl kept her distance from him, he was still an unknown factor. She couldn’t trust him. But if he was telling the truth and her father was here, and in danger, then she was going to hear him out.

“Thanks,” he whispered. “My name is Tamaki Amajiki. I’m a third year at UA. The agency I intern at under the pro-hero Fatgum is participating in this raid alongside many other heroes. Our orders were to defeat the Shie Hassakai men and rescue both you and another little girl named Eri.”

“Where is he?!” Was all she snapped, not caring what else he had to say. It was all nonsense in her mind now. She just wanted to find her father.

Amajiki tried to stand up again, causing her to back away from him. “Don’t be scared,” he reached out, offering his hand. His eyes are narrow but she can tell they are indigo like his hair. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

She buried her face with her hands, stepping away from him again.

It seems as if he learnt his mistake. She wasn’t afraid of him. “You won’t hurt me,” he reassures her, as he manages to find himself on his feet again. But he’s still weak from his earlier battle. But he does manage to get her to stand still. “We’ll find him. He’s looking for you. They all are. Let me help you, (Y/N).”

So many times someone has said they wanted to help her. That’s what her biological father said before he tried to stab her with the kitchen knife. That’s what Overhaul claimed he was going to do when after he was done using her that he would cure her of her quirk. But it was also what dad had promised her.

And she likes the way he says her name.

Amajiki has a shaky voice naturally, she can tell that he’s timid by nature. But right now, timid would be a light word to describe herself, she’s a small tap from shattering even without using that quirk. But his voice is sincere. She doesn’t doubt him when he speaks. She wants to believe him. She wants to accept his help.

(Y/N) hurried beside him, every moment wasted was another second they would all get closer to their demise at the hands of Overhaul. Even if they cannot defeat him, she could save her father, allow him to escape. (Y/N) grabbed Amajiki’s shoulder and allowed him to rest some of his weight on her so they could run down the vast hallway hoping to find someone.

Amajiki smells like copper and iron. His blood is spilling onto her now, staining her white dress. But Amajiki doesn’t have the eyes so someone who's afraid they’re going to bleed out.

But not nearly as beaten and battered as the other boy crawling against the wall with a bloody gash on his side and disheveled blonde hair. His eyes were unique; round blue irises without any visible sclera. Whoever he was, Amajiki seemed to recognize him.

“Is that—?” the blonde asked.

“Yeah,” Amajiki nodded, he stood up more on his own and moved to help the more injured male. “What happened to you? Did you find Eri?”

“We did, she’s with Sir and Midoriya now, but they were still fighting Overhaul when I left,” he informed them, although his eyes didn’t leave (Y/N) as if he was examining her. She felt her heart drop as she realized her one of his wounds was a similar bullet wound to her own. Phantom pains caused her to grasp her side.

“What about Eraserhead?” Amajiki asked, as if he could read her mind and knew what she wanted to ask but was too timid to say aloud.

“He was there too,” he confirmed.

That was all (Y/N) needed to know before she was racing down the hallway, leaving Amajiki and his friend behind her crying out for her to come back. But they were too injured, they would have slowed her down. And every second wasted gave Overhaul more time to hurt them. She felt bad for leaving Amajiki behind but she needed to see her father again.

The hallways of this base truly were a never ending maze. You could never see where it started from or where it ended. It felt like running in circles but you never passed anything you’d thought you’d seen before. She was sure that without an escort she would have been lost in there forever. So she tried to follow the sound of fighting. The sound of screaming and explosions. But it was a faint cry that led her to a door.

She pulled the heavy door open. Once the hinges started moving, she accidentally slammed it against the wall with the excess force she was using. The room was dark but in the center of it, lying on the ground was Chrono with his mask and white hood finally removed so she could see him, holding a blade in his hand as he pinned down another man.

It was her father. His eyes were more broken this time, she wondered if her own eyes looked like that.

“(Y/N)?”

Her whole body felt it was going to break down. Her whole body felt weak, her knees felt as if they were going to give in as she couldn’t stop shaking. She took one large intake of air and then it was as if she had forgotten how to breathe at all. Her hands were shaking so much as she grabbed her dress and her fingers were stained with Amajiki’s blood. Tears rolled down her face until her vision blurred.

For so long they told her that he wasn’t going to come to save her. They told her that he didn’t care about her, that he was using her as if he was no different than Overhaul. And she didn’t want him to save her. She was so afraid that he was just going to hurt him away as well. But he did find her. And they were hurting him, he was bleeding. But he was still only thinking of her even with a knife in his side.

“Daddy?” Was all she could whimper between her sobs. She sounded so childlike, as if she hadn’t aged a day since he first found her as a little girl.

“(Y/N),” he repeated, as he tried in vain to crawl over to her. But Chrono had slowed his movements with his quirk and he was losing blood quickly.

For once golden eyes and that mocking voice were gone, for a moment his grasp over her was gone. There were only the kind eyes of man who saved her once and was desperately trying to save her again. Chrono wasn’t foolish enough to stab him again with (Y/N) standing across the room without her blindfold.

Because he was afraid of her. All these months he acted as if he wasn’t afraid of her quirk, it was all because he knew she was too afraid of Overhaul to dare use her quirk on his right hand man. But now he was holding a knife in her father’s side, and the fear he instilled in her was the furthest thing from her mind.

“N—”

She doesn’t even see where Chrono lands when she throws him across the room in an instant. She’s sure he hit the wall or a table before collapsing.

The only sound that was left to fill the room was (Y/N)’s sobbing. Her tears covered her entire face until her collarbone and the front of her dress were soaked in her tears. When he looked up, she could see that he was crying too. His eyes bloodshot and red from tears rather than his quirk. Her feet pattered on the ground rapidly as she ran over and threw herself to the ground in front of him, arms wrapped around him and she rested her head on his back.

“I’m sorry,” she shrieked, choking on her sobs as she continued to plead in her weak voice, “I’m sorry.”

His arms contorted as he tried his best to rub her sides. Her entire body was shaking, and she was definitely very different than the girl he knew before she was taken. But she was still the little girl who vowed to protect all those years ago and failed.

“No, I’m sorry, sweetie.”

#FANTASTIC WRITING #genuinely amazing #i love this so much #fic rec #dadzawa

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