Unspoken Bonds | S. Aizawa x Reader

xi. Pinky Promise

"You're very smart, Lightbringer, I must admit that no one has seen through Dawson's Quirk like that before, so good job. It's a shame you noticed that though, we were hoping to use it on you next but your awareness has made his Quirk nearly useless." The man sighed, though neither [L/n] or Aizawa were able to actually see him.

Aizawa used his scarf to grab ahold of a chandelier, the man hanging expertly from the ceiling while [L/n] was in the process of ramming her naginata into the wall and standing on the prolonged handle.

"What's your plan now?" Aizawa called out, watching as [L/n] had finally succeeded in her actions.

"You see, there's this expression that goes, if you can't beat them, join them. And that's exactly what the two of you will do, or at least one of you." Then it happened, a lot quicker than either of them were ready for.

The walls and ceiling began moving as well, a hole opening up in the floor that they fell into, the two landing in the basement of the manor that they had already been in a couple of times. The way and positioning they fell in was planned, but not by themselves. Back to back, the two soon felt something wrap around their bodies, keeping them pressed tightly against one another.

"Since Dawson's Quirk is useless against the two of you, we came up with something else, an offer that you can't reject." With those words, Walker walked out of the shadows, the two heroes turning their heads to look at him.

"And neither of you can use your Quirks right now, or rather, you can't. And you, well, using your Quirk will do nothing." The way he said you as he looked at [L/n] set them both off, but he was right on all accounts. Aizawa using his Quirk wouldn't change the situation, and if [L/n] used hers, while Walker would be hurt, Aizawa would be much more harmed, the heat coming from her body, even if she activated it for just a second, would leave horrid burns on the back half of his body and cause far too much damage for him to move.

"The offer is simple, there will be no negotiations, nothing of the sort."

Dawson then emerged from the shadows, approaching [L/n] and placing a finger under her chin, making the woman look him in the eye.

"Either you let us Alter your Sun, or we forcefully activate your Quirk while you're tied up to Eraserhead."

"Don't do it [L/n]." Aizawa commanded, his tone far different from what Dawson or Walker had ever heard.

"You can't stop me, not this time Shouta."

"Don't give me that [F/n], once your Quirk is Altered, you can't go back."

"And once they activate my Quirk, you'll be hurt beyond compare, and I can't let that happen."

"The hell you can, I'm not letting you get a Quirk Alteration, my welfare isn't important right now, you hear me?" Aizawa's voice was becoming more stressed, his partner was too selfless, he knew she'd do it in a heartbeat. "They could be bluffing, neither of them have a Quirk that can forcefully activate yours."

"Eraserhead's right, we don't. But she does." As Walker spoke, a woman walked in, though she didn't look as if she were alive.

"Meet Sariah, she, unlike you two, isn't aware of Dawson's Quirk. However, she's been under it so long that she's merely a puppet, she has no thoughts, no will of her own." The two heroes anger only rose from that statement, as well as stress.

"It also matters not if your Quirk hurts her in the process." With those words, Walker and Dawson began walking away, one final word being said before all Hell broke loose.

The woman, Sariah, was beautiful. She had short, black hair, her eyes were a crystal blue and she had a fair complexion. Her face was emotionless and blank, further proving she was nothing but a puppet anymore.