Well Hello everyone! Hope you are having a good 2021 so far! Happy New Year! This is a little story I'm currently working on, hope you all like it~
Warnings: violence, language, angst
y/n knew even at the tender age of 5 that her life was against everything nature believed in. But there was nothing she could really do about it, not when she lived all of her life in a laboratory far away from society, or any type of human contact that is, where the only things she ever knew about was what she was taught in there.
But even worse, what she didn’t know is she was made to become the perfect weapon, and Enji Todoroki would make sure that this time, his biggest masterpiece was obedient and never questioned his authority.
“Mr. Endeavor, believe me when I say we are grateful of your trust in us, but this, this is inhuman sir” the winged soon-to-be-hero could hear everything happening outside the door, Endeavor had give him clear instructions to wait for him and to not disturb the child waiting for them in the other room
“Then how about stop wasting my time and prove to me that my money was not thrown into the trash and show me the results I’m looking for” if anything, Keigo felt proud with himself by being someone who did not let himself get carried along with his feelings, he was one to decide with a cold mind-set and he was proud of it, but somewhere deep in his thought, somewhere inside his mind there was a bitter memory when his eyes landed over the small child being held inside a white bright room, sitting down over a tasteless white chair as their blank stare was looking over the wall, almost like they were numb to anything happening around them, but what irked Keigo the most was looking at the bruises in their paled skin, big and small disturbing bruises of shades of purple green and red all over the skin that their white polo let him see along with her skirt, and the collar around their neck, by the length of their hair it was clear the child was a little girl
“Sir, they have just finished a quite long training-“
“I want to see results now! Either that of you can kiss your sorry research goodbye” and even as much pity as any of the doctors around her case had for her, there was a bigger goal than worrying themselves over a mere child
And so, without any warning, Keigo wings puffed themselves into life as they heard their pained scream, the bolts around the heavy collar she wore turning into a deep red as electricity started to run through the wires and invaded her skin, making the small child double over in pain as her little nails scratched the surface of the white table, splints invading inside her nails as light strips of blood created a path from where they were resting seconds before and followed her all the way down to the floor, the light above them flickering more and more as her shouts of pain became louder and louder, the big window that let see through the room she was sitting in waving around rougher until it shattered into a thousand pieces and the child was still on the floor, shaking and crying in fetal position
“So what? She can fucking scream, I told you I wanted to see the results of the quirks!” The hero’s voice was heard above the child’s screaming and for the first time ever Keigo started to question his life decision and just who exactly was this child and why did Endeavor wanted to see her quirks.
