Devilish Charm (Bnha Various x Villain!reader)

As (y/n) arrived safely to her apartment, the girl didn't waste time on easing herself on her mattress. The weight of her body dipping the covers as she lay on her back, exhaustion soaking through her every muscle.

Grunting in discomfort, the (h/c) ette couldn't help but flutter her eye lids shut. Taking the time to bask in the silence that was her small personal space.

Rewinding the events of what had left her so battered a couple days ago, her eyebrows seemed to furrow in distress.

Bandaged hand slowly climbing itself towards the wound that occupied the side of her abdomen, her shirt lifted itself under her creeping hand. Finger tips lingering themselves over the bandages and gauze that were plastered over it, pain shooting through her stomach as she let out a yelp.

Parting her touch from the sensitive area, the girl let out a soft sigh. The relief that surged through her at the thought that this was the worst of the injuries sustained by the fight, bringing up her spirits.

In truth, three bullets in total had hit her form. The other two,  grazing her shoulder and bicep after the first initial shot.

Which in turn, meant that those wounds were also patched up by who she can only assume to be kurogiri. As the man seemed to be the only one capable of treating such wounds (after all, Tomura's quirk wouldn't have allowed him to do such a thing).

At the the mention of the two, the female grew glum. A frown tugging at her lips as his name slipped from the depths of her sore throat.

"Shigaraki Tomura...I can't bring myself to hate you.."

It was an honest statement that she had kept within as she heard his loud outburst towards what he assumed was her unconscious state. However, he was unaware that in reality the girl was able to hear what he was saying . Hence, the calm facade she put on as he expressed his feelings for the first time.

She couldn't hate him...why would she? 

After all, she didn't sacrifice her body for just the thrill of it. She did such a deed in an attempt to not only spare him but also the green ette that was caught in the cross-fire.

An act that she did not regret doing in the slightest, regardless of the strain it caused.

Yet,  she never expected to form a bond with the male. A strong, unique relation filled with trust that she doubted would vanish easily despite the distance. 

Running her hand through her short  (h/c) tresses, her eyes slowly opened half way. 

"We got attached..and i had to run before we got any closer, because....that's all that i know to do."

A coward, that's all I am.

I hurt you, but i swear i never intended to do so.

I warned you, but i forgot to follow through with my own precaution 

I'm sorry.

Suddenly the girl's breathing evened out, her eyes appearing completely shut as her lips were left slightly ajar.

She had succumbed to a deep slumber, relieving her of the stress that relentlessly followed her around while she was awake.

Finally at peace.

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Having herself rudely awakened by a brutal nightmare, (y/n) had scaled the side of her building as a means of quickly getting to the roof. Activating her quirk, and escaping her home from an open window that was compliant enough to budge.

Now finding herself atop the decorative tiles, the female proceeded to sit near the edge of the rooftop. All while keeping a sizeable distance between herself and the tall drop that could possibly take her life if she were to proceed without caution.