S H A T T E R E D

UTTER PAIN LINGERS IN the shell of her body. The pain she is feeling from being grabbed by the throat only moments ago is nothing to the sharp shooting pain in her soul. Her bright, yet fragile soul. She knows the turmoil in her soul, the kindness in her heart, may have been the reason why she is in this situation. Does she dare regret it? No, Tenko was just putting words in her mouth.  She would never regret helping anyone, especially the child he used to be.

The sound of her mouth begging for oxygen back into her lungs to heal her body was coming out slowly but surely. Unable to break free from his grasp. He’s too strong, and she is too weak for him. She is too weak because she cannot let go of him no matter how much he’s done to her recently.

@eschemer // x

       And he slowly comes to turn when he’s addressed –––– it was the middle of the night; wandering streets nobody walked during this time, eager to breathe in the chilling air. He presses a hand to his bandaged arm – reminding himself of the knife that lay hidden beneath them.

But he doesn’t attack her immediately – instead, with a charming smile curling at his lips, he delivers a light bow.

       “––––i didn’t think i’d find someone else at this lonely time of night,” he hums,                        “––it’s awfully dangerous to be out by yourself.”

        “––––good thing we both found company then, hm?”

THE CONFUSION PLAGUES her at the man’s sudden presence. She felt her nerves tightening at the man’s sudden reply to her. She was only wanting to get through, but when he spoke, she moved a few feet away, detecting something off of him. Years of using her quirk made her well aware of the mood of others. She knew though she couldn’t assume. At least, not yet. There’s no body gestures that screams to her something was off though.

She still had her contacts on from being in public, always quick to make sure her eyes are covered in case her quirk goes off in public. It wasn’t a usual stroll home. Just staying over at a friend’s house for a little too late. He’s right though, it wasn’t safe to be around at night.

                     OH,   she’d come to remember him SOON ENOUGH.    he holds his hands out,    palms open,    making a grand SWEEPING GESTURE  as if she’d hurt him.      what a cold reunion this was turning out to be…   but their reunion had only just begun.     tomura’s arm swings around,   elbow bent,    wrapping around her shoulders to pull her closer to him.           “  COME ON,         we go way back. .  .   i can’t believe you’d forget your childhood friends so easily.     HERO WORK  must have changed you   —-  or were you always a ditzy bitch ? “      his words grew colder as he spoke,    tone deepening,   LOWERING .  as four fingers found their way to her collar bone.      &&  finally,  his head tilted back,     piercing red eyes locking onto hers with a twisted smile.                                    “  play along nice now,    himari-chan.      I DON’T MEAN TO BRAG,                     but i’ve   leveled up   since my last encounter with heroes …       or do you want me to kill everyone here ? “

AT FIRST, SHE IS confused by the sudden gesture that was friendly. She still couldn’t pinpoint who he actually was. The sudden atmosphere wasn’t feeling quite right and she didn’t know why. His mood seemed chipper and her brain that felt like it was a mood reader after years and years of using her quirk didn’t detect anything off. At least, not that she knew of. 

She nearly yelped as the man wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her close, taking her by surprise. She wasn’t expecting the sudden gap between them to close this quickly. If not at all.

Then, the voice swiftly changed. Like a heard of birds suddenly migrating into the sky. Her blood slowly ran cold. The moment she heard his voice grow colder, she knew all too well who it was. Chills ran down her spine with a combination of pure terror. Brown eyes that were cheerful only minutes ago turned quickly into agonizing shock mixed with a twitch of fear in her very soul. 

The cold hands wrapping to her collarbone and red eyes meeting her merely confirmed her theory. She tries not to let out a cry of pain from that grip, biting her lip to stop herself from screaming.

“T-Tenko?!” She managed to gasp out, feeling her emotions being pushed around as if she was being physically tossed around. Her heartbeat speeds up at the imminent confirmation of danger on her. There wasn’t any reason at all that she should let anyone get involved. He had to be doing this for a reason. What’s going on? Why is he doing this?