Strings (BNHA x OC)

58 || Present Mic's Fear

"Ah-ah-ah." Puppet lifted the knife she was holding between Aizawa's face and my own, cutting off our eye contact. I could see myself in the reflection of the knife.

"Better keep quiet, Mic..." Puppet turned the knife so I could now see Aizawa's eyes, they were wide with both shock and fear, "Or he might not get to see you again..." She threatened.

Puppet moved the knife closer to Aizawa's face, "Don't move, or my hand just... might... slip~" She warned him.

I watched in terror as she moved the knife close to his left eye and rested the dull end of the knife right above his eyebrow. Aizawa didn't move, but I saw his chest rise and fall as he started to breathe heavily. She pressed the dull end of the knife against his skin and dragged it down along the side of his face, over his cheek and jawline. She gently rested the knife under his chin and used it to coax him to look up at her and make eye contact. I saw him gulp, and though his quirk wasn't activated, he wasn't blinking.

I wanted to say something, anything, to make her leave him alone. But I couldn't, not unless I wanted Aizawa to become blind. So I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself silent.

"Are you scared of me now that you're completely helpless and at my mercy?" She asked him teasingly.

When he didn't respond she smiled triumphantly and let the knife fall away from under his chin, allowing his head to go back into a resting position.

She bent down so she was about eye level with him and just looked at his face. What was she doing? Aizawa looked uncomfortable, he was leaning as far back in the chair as he could.

"Does that still hurt?" She asked. Aizawa gave her a quizzical look. "The scar." She clarified.

The room stayed silent as he refused to answer her. The silence became sickening, and I wasn't used to quietness, my quirk was the exact opposite.

She lifted her hand that was not holding the knife up to the right side of Aizawa's face, he looked slightly panicked but didn't move at all. She gently placed and slowly ran her thumb along the scared section of skin below his eye. He flinched at the touch and began visibly quivering.

His hands clenched and he began to try to free his wrists, jerking them around as much as possible and pulling at the chains, but to no avail. Puppet seemed unfazed by his struggles.

Tears pricked my eyes and a lump began to form in my throat. I could only watch helplessly as my friend was maltreated. I had finally had enough and couldn't hold my tongue any longer when Aizawa started to faintly hyperventilate.

"STahP! sTaHP iT! WEavE hIm AwoNe!" My muffled voice pleaded through the gag. I tried to keep my voice as quiet as I could while still saying something.

She stopped and brought her hand away from Aizawa's face. Gradually, his posture relaxed. She stepped away from him and turned to face me. I was relieved, I had gotten her away from him.

"You know what? I'll make you a deal, Mic." Puppet proposed.

"I'll leave him alone so long as you cooperate and give us the information we want." She walked behind Aizawa's chair, placing her hands lightly on his shoulders. He tensed up and looked down at his lap.

"No~ Look at him, Eraser~" Puppet instructed while using her thumbs to softly rub his shoulders for a few seconds.

Aizawa reluctantly listened to her and looked up at me. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at me with an expression somewhere between the emotions of concern, fear, and anxiety.