章 51: Chapter 3 - Dorm Life? New Classes?! What!?: 2
Toshinori Yagi had just arrived at U.A., late, mind you, but with being the number one hero in all of Japan, the man tended to be busy. And despite what Nedzu thought, or wanted, he was a hero first, and a teacher second. And while some might say stopping a bank robbery should've been saved for the smaller heroes, Toshinori just happened to be in the area, and it wasn't at all the result of him stalking a few bank robbers he had seen on the news.
Totally, it was purely accidental.
Who could blame him, though? He had recovered from his wounds, and he was able to keep up the All Might shtick for WAY longer than he used to post-injury. Like, past 10 hours longer. The only reason he still deflated, and calling it a deflation would be a massive overstatement, was because he was using the embers of One For All now. Otherwise, he was still incredibly strong, with or without One For All.
He was almost back to his prime level of strength…. Even if he didn't have One For All anymore, because he could feel it slowly fading away, due to how his body had changed and grown and evolved with One For All, he probably wouldn't need it if he was back in his prime state. Sure, being a hero would be a tad harder, and he wouldn't be able to hit nearly as hard as he used to be able to, but, he would still be able to be a hero.
If someone had told him that a month ago, he'd be beyond doubtful.
But, it all came with a price. A price that he at first thought was nothing more than Tooru, a person who had direct connections with Nana Shimura, his master, used to goad him into taking the healing process, and it actually had no consequences at all, whatsoever.
Then…. Tenya Ida was killed by a villain during his internship with Manual, and reality came crashing down on Toshinori like a tonne of bricks.
Tooru had been dead serious about what he said. That a "Great Calamity will Strike U.A. if you do this." Those words rang throughout his head ever since that day, and what was worse was that he had been trapped in that situation because something worse would've happened otherwise. And, if it was something worse than Tenya Ida, one of his students, dying, he couldn't even begin to imagine what that was.
He might have gotten his body back to full power, but at what cost? The life of a student? Was it worth it?
No.
No, it was not.
But no one needed to know that to be the truth. No one needed to know that Ida's death was the fault of his wanting his body healed. He wanted to put the blame fully on Tooru, but he couldn't. He chalked it up to Tooru being excited to heal the student of his cousin, gathering the energy assuming that he would do it regardless of what he said, then having to convince Toshinori of it once he had accepted the facts.
So, while most of the blame could be put on Tooru and his eagerness, the rest of the blame was on Toshinori's shoulders. It didn't matter which way he looked at it, something bad would've happened regardless of his choice. He had been put between a rock and a hard place by Tooru, whether it be on purpose or not was debatable, but the fact still remained.
Tenya Ida's blood was on the hands of three people. His killer, Tooru, and himself.
Closing his eyes, he exited his car, collected himself, and walked into U.A. with his head lower than he typically presented himself. He had been there for the first meeting with Yoshimura and the explanation of what his class was going to be about, now he had to attend the schedule-shifting meeting. The meeting was in an hour or so, and with that extra time, he thought it prudent to have a cup of coffee in the teacher's lounge.
Entering the room on the second floor, Toshinori took a few steps into the room and was greeted by a sight he didn't even consider. Tooru was sitting across from Chiyo, who was going over documents with wide eyes and a near-horrified expression, and just as he entered, he caught the last few words that exited Chiyo's mouth.
"This is… how is that possible?" Chiyo asked as Tooru sighed. The man looked over to Toshinori, straightening his posture. As soon as he did, Chiyo saw him, placed the documents on the table, and ushered the blond man over.
Hesitantly, Toshinori sat next to Chiyo, as Tooru cleared his throat. "Toshinori. I… am glad to see that the procedure has turned out well."
"At the cost of a student's life," Toshinori bit out, as quickly felt a stroke of anger bubble in his mind. Tooru, for his part, seemed completely unfazed. So much so that he relaxed his arm against the chair, reached for a steaming cup of hot chocolate, took a sip, and lulled his head to the side.
"Such is life. Such is Calamity. Such is the way the world functions. Death is what drives this world, it's the only thing that keeps society moving. Besides, his death was a part of what we discussed. It was an equivalent exchange. One life for another. Simple in theory, complicated in practice, no?" Tooru replied, his tone of voice completely devoid of anything that even showed remorse. It only made Toshinori angrier, as he gritted his teeth.
"Watch your tongue, Tomioka. You might be my master's cousin, but to speak so haphazardly about the death of one of my students…." Toshinori said, leaving the statement unfinished, hoping to potentially scare Tooru into minding his manners. The only thing that happened was Tooru rolling his eyes and leaning back in his chair.
"Think about it like this, Toshinori. It could've been a hell of a lot worse, and you, Chiyo, Nedzu, and I know it. Besides, none of us could've known who it was to prevent it, and even if we tried, The Calamity would've gone for someone else. Someone was always fated to die. Like I said, simple in theory, complicated in practice," Tooru replied as Toshinori shot up, and went to grab Tooru by the collar.
The moment he did, the table flipped on its own accord, and all the hot beverages that had been on the table splashed in Toshinori's face, making the tall blond hero trip backwards, and land on the couch, the liquids stinging his nose and tongue, as he grunted. Meanwhile, Chiyo, who had been only startled, had been completely unaffected. The papers that had been on the table simply floated to the ground, which Tooru picked up after placing the table back where it belonged.
Toshinori wiped the liquid off of his face, blinking several times to make sure he could see properly again. There was a slight burn on the tip of his nose, but nothing too major. Tooru stared at him, complete apathy on his face, as the anger slowly faded. "You… you provoked me. Why?" Toshinori asked as Tooru smirked.
"Because. I felt like it. I wanted to see what you'd do, because I'm prepping you for something that I don't think you're ready to hear, Toshinori," Tooru replied, waving the papers around. "You see, during our first meeting, I wasn't exactly truthful with you. Not fully, anyway. A man has to have his secrets, after all. But this…. I can't keep this a secret anymore."
Chiyo frowned. "I still can't believe you…. Why would you do that? Don't you know the dangers of….that? What would've happened if something bad happened? Would you have taken responsibility for it?" Chiyo questioned, which made Toshinori slightly concerned.
"Recovery Girl, with all due respect, you don't know what you're talking about. There was a reason why I took that risk because I never thought anything would come out of it," Tooru replied, sighing. "I was wrong, and something did come out of it. Taboo as it might have been, it was what we both wanted at the time because we were curious. She knew I knew, but we didn't care. She needed to let some steam off, and I allowed it. Simple as simple does," Tooru rebuttled, before looking to Toshinori, who was now thoroughly confused.
"I… don't think I follow, Dr. Tomioka. What do you mean?" Toshinori asked as Tooru closed his eyes, and sharply inhaled, before exhaling. When he opened his eyes again, his expression was stone cold, lacking anything that resembled emotion, as he straightened himself out, sitting with both of his hands in his lap.
"Before you and Nana ever met, Nana had a child. This child's name was Kotaru. She forsake him and gave him away to protect him from All For One. No one knew who his father was, the only three people who knew were the father, Nana, and Sorahiko. Until today," Tooru replied, as Toshinori nodded.
"Yes, I knew that much. I've always wanted to meet the man because I wanted to learn more about Nana before I met her as my sensei. Why, have you figured out who it was?" Toshinori asked.
He was not prepared to hear the answer.
"You're looking at him."
Silence. And it was deafening. Toshinori stared at Tooru, as the man slowly placed the picture of Tomura Shigaraki on the table, next to it was a bunch of terms he didn't understand. However, there was one thing that he saw that made the already pained silence worse than what it already was about. There were two names on that piece of paper. And both names he recognized. One as the villain that attacked the USJ, and the other….
Due to its relation to his master.
"Tomura Shigaraki…. Is Tenko Shimura? My masters… Grandson?" Toshinori asked as Tooru nodded.
"I don't know how he became Tomura Shigaraki, but I'm pretty sure it has to do with you-know-who," Tooru said, cupping his chin. "I have reason to believe that it was his plan to reveal this information to you when you re-encountered one another. It was only by a stroke of luck that I had Tomura as a patient today. It was how I got his DNA to run the blood tests."
"And you didn't call the police? Dr. Tomioka, he's a villain! You should've—"
"And risked my chance at proving my theory right?" Tooru interrupted Chiyo, before clearing his throat. "The moment I laid eyes on that man, when I saw the news reports… something in me recognized him. From somewhere. I got…excited. I thought that my son survived by having a child of his own, but I couldn't tell with that hand on his face. But when I saw his face… without the hand. I saw the resemblance to my son… to Nana…. The hair was strange, but I had to confirm if I was right or not. I took a sample of his blood, sent him on his way, and did a matching test for Tenko Shimura, who had been born in The Musutafu National Hospital—my Hospital, and I never knew! So… when the DNA matched…. I knew I had to tell you, Toshinori…." Tooru said, slumping in his chair.
"And if my other theory is right… then I think I know how it got to that point. It also fits his modus operandi. He has the patience of a tiger, waiting for its prey to line up just right," Tooru continued, as he steepled his fingers. "The way I see it… I think he knew that Nana and I had a child. He planned to use him against us, somehow. But when he couldn't find him, he killed Nana, further driving us apart. I'm fairly certain he didn't know who I was, because if he did, All For One wouldn't have lived after his fight with Nana."
When he said that, Tooru's eyes became devoid of… everything. It was almost the same effect that he noticed Kira had whenever she got deadly serious about something. Toshinori saw it during her fight with Izuku at the end of The Sports Festival, and Ida's and Mrs. Midoriya's funeral.
"That aside," Tooru continued, clearing his throat as he faced Toshinori. "I don't know how he did it exactly, but Tenko should've been Quirkless. From what I've gathered, Tenko's mother was Quirkless, as was Kotaru. Tenko should not have his Decay Quirk. My theory is that, through some means, All For One gave Tenko a Quirk. How that's linked to Kotaru's death, I don't know… nor do I know the exact timeline of events, or whether or not I'm right, and that All For One gave him a Quirk. But I plan to find out." When Tooru finished, he huffed, rolling his neck side to side, before standing up. "That's all I wished to share with you, Toshinori. I have to return to my hospital. Have a good day."
Toshinori wasn't given the chance to speak to Tooru, to question him further, as the man was already gone by the time he got the first word out of his mouth. Toshinori faltered, and a part of him wished to pursue the man, but when he remembered the other facet of his Quirk, he stopped, sighed, and bit the inside of his lip.
He had so many questions for Tooru. So many things that he wished to ask the man about Nana, and what she was like before she met him. Why exactly they had decided to do something Taboo? But, he knew that he wouldn't get those answers. At least, not right now.
Chiyo frowned, and stood up, taking the papers with her. "I'll go take a deeper look into these papers. The meeting is in a half-n-hour,"
"Do you believe him, Shuzenji-san? Or, is he lying?" Toshinori asked as Chiyo glanced at the blond pro hero. Her frown deepened, as she looked at the papers. Her eyes narrowed, before closing, as the old lady sighed.
"I have no reason to doubt Dr. Tomioka. I can't be certain, not until I do tests of my own, without a biased perspective. You could ask Sorahiko, but I doubt he'd want to speak of it. It might dredge up old wounds…." As Chiyo said that, she exited the room at a meandering pace, leaving Toshinori all by himself to contemplate Tooru's words.
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Yoshihara sat in her dorm room, face buried in the final volume of Demon Slayer. The blonde had yet to leave her dorm room, because as far as she was concerned, for as much as she cared about her class, even if it was to a small degree, the last thing she wanted to deal with was the staring. There was still a stigma in the class regarding what she did to her biological mother, even if that aspect wasn't known.
The tune had changed. It went from "how dare you kill that innocent woman" to "you should've let the law handle it, and called for backup." It made her deeply uncomfortable, mainly because they knew nothing of what that wretch did to her. Not that she'd ever tell them, of course. She didn't trust them. Not with that kind of personal information.
Izuku had said that keeping secrets was only going to harm her reputation with the class. To that, she said that everyone had their secrets, be they embarrassing or traumatic. And as much as she wanted to mend that reputation with everyone, so that she didn't feel like the oddball, telling everyone that her mother, for the lack of a better word, prostituted her to older men as a four-year-old and that she actively tried to have her killed on numerous occasions.
Hell, she hadn't even told Izuku about that. Just thinking about it… it made her feel disgusted with herself. Even if she had no control over what her mother did to her, it made her want to curl up into a ball and die.
Flipping one page to the next, Yoshihara was going to continue to read her manga, when there was a knock at the door. Closing the book, she placed it on her bed, hopped up, and stood at the door. "Who is it?"
"It's Kujo. I made pancakes, a bunch too. They're for when everyone finally funnels in. I think Todoroki, Bakugo, myself, Izuku, you, and Uraraka are the only ones here right now, and they're having breakfast now. People are still funnelling in, but it's taking forever. I made just enough for every classmate to have two, so if you want some, you better take them before they all get eaten," Josefumi's voice came from the other side of the door, making the blond pinch the bridge of her nose.
Pancakes. That had been her favourite food. Otoshi used to make some for her every morning when she was still working at the club. When she didn't eat anything that day, Otoshi always made sure to feed her before her shift began, and he did so with pancakes.
Her stomach growled, betraying her want to stay in her room. Damn her humanly need for food. Sighing, Yoshihara opened the door and stepped out, closing the door behind her. Josefumi smirked, only to get a slap to the face and a grumble from the blonde, which made the teen laugh. "What? Did I interrupt something?"
"Nothing important," Yoshihara responded, walking down the hallway and toward the stairs. Her dorm room was on the second "floor" of dorms, hers being the third room to the left of the staircase. She was apparently across the hall from Uraraka. The only reason why she knew that was that she heard her bring her suitcase up the stairs, along with her voice, and her speaking to her parents over the phone about something.
"Ah, so you were reading. Midoriya told me you get grumpy if you're ever interrupted reading something, yeah?" Josefumi asked, only to receive a grunt in response, only making that stupid smirk on his face widen. "Yeah, I'm right."
The rest of the walk to the kitchen was a silent one, as the blonde grabbed a plate from the cupboard, two pancakes, put a little small, thin thing of butter on the top, and some syrup, grabbed a knife and fork, placed it on the plate, and walked to the dining table. There was an empty seat next to Izuku, so she sat next to him, just as he was close to finishing his breakfast.
"Oh! Kira, you're out of your room!" Uraraka said, smiling at her as the blonde gave her a casual wave.
"Good morning," Yoshihara said in reply, before cutting into her pancakes, and taking a bite. She looked over to Todoroki, who was taking a sip out of a glass of orange juice. The two-toned-haired teen didn't seem to notice as he ate his meal, so she changed that glance to Bakugo, who was glaring at her while he ate. He was rather subtle about it, oddly enough, but not enough to where that she didn't notice it.
"So, Kira," Todoroki spoke up, gaining her attention. "I wanted to ask something…. If you don't mind, that is."
In response to that, Yoshihara shrugged, swallowing, before clearing her throat. "I'll answer depending on the question. If, I can answer, that is," Yoshihara replied as Shoto nodded.
"Right. It has something to do with the villain that you killed," Todoroki stated, causing the mood at the table to drop considerably. Yoshihara scowled but prompted him to continue. "I've watched the clip over and over again, and while it doesn't particularly make sense to me, from what I could discern from watching the video over and over again, is that… the villain in question looks almost exactly like you, perhaps if you exclude the long hair. Otherwise, it's almost as if you're fighting a future version of yourself," Todoroki continued, as Yoshihara could hear her heart beating in her chest. "All that to say…. Were you perhaps related to the villain?"
All eyes were on her, and it made her extremely uncomfortable. In fact, if she hadn't known better, and with how her heart was picking up the pace, she was practically on the verge of having a panic attack. Uraraka and Izuku both looked at her, and while they knew a portion of the truth, it wasn't relevant to the conversation. And… Ida wasn't here. If he was, he would've told everyone about how uncomfortable the topic made her.
Of course, she could just say no, and lie that there was no connection to herself and that whore that birthed her. But, at the same time, it just felt… wrong to lie. Maybe it was Izuku's goody-two-shoes ness rubbing off on her the more she was around him, or maybe it was something else. But as of late, she found lying to be a difficult task.
Inhaling sharply as a means to calm herself, Yoshihara debated with herself as to whether or not, to tell the truth. If she told the truth, then that might make things worse. Whatever skewed look that Shoto had on her, or whatever hesitant friendship she had with Uraraka—because she knew that the brunette had developed some sort of fear of her, and seemed to be hesitant to even approach her on things, or talk to her at all—might as well be shattered.
Then again, that fear could've been completely unfounded, because the villain, her mother, tried to kill her, so perhaps nothing would change, and she was letting her paranoia get the better of her.
Exhaling, Yoshihara came to her choice. "The villain who broke into my house, and attempted to kill me, was related to me. She was my mother," Yoshihara said, making Uraraka drop her fork.
"What!? I-I mean…. W-What kind of mother would try to kill their own child?!" Uraraka exclaimed, as Yoshihara bit back the urge to say something that'd blow the lid off of the kettle.
"An abusive one. That's what," Josefumi spat, crossing his arms as he glanced at Yoshihara, who had to blink a few times in response to Josefumi's claim. "Let me guess, I'm right? I mean, I kind of figured, what with what I know…. But still…. Fuck, I should've known…."
A hand sat firm on her shoulder. It was Izuku, and he looked concerned. "Do you… want to talk about it?"
If this had been like any of the Manga she had read, and if that was how her life was supposed to be like, then perhaps, in an alternate timeline, she would've metaphorically speaking, spilled the beans right then and there.
But, that was not what she was like. She wasn't comfortable saying everything right then and there. She wasn't comfortable with more than one person knowing her deepest, darkest secrets. It embarrassed her. It humiliated her. It hurt her to even think about it, much less say it.
She only cried a few times in her life.
Most of those times were when she reflected on her past, or in the past.
She hated it. Hated it more than anything.
She could feel her breathing get more erratic. She could hear that all-to-familiar ringing in her ears, again.
She needed to go.
She needed to run.
She needed to hide.
The final straw that broke the camel's back was when she felt something—tears—stream down her face, she immediately wiped at her eyes, stood up from the table and retreated to her room, despite Izuku calling out to her.
She wanted to be alone.
No one was allowed to see her like that. She hated appearing vulnerable. And so, to avoid being looked upon like that, she ran to her room, and slammed her door shut behind her…
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Bakugo was never one to really care about others around him. Hell, he called everyone else extras, weak, or inferior to him. That piece of shit Deku being one of those people. He'd be the first to admit that he's said unsavoury things in the past, and, yeah, he was haunted by some of the things that resulted from it, but if there was one thing that Bakugo couldn't stand even remotely, it was people playing the victim.
When he saw Kira run off crying, and with Deku chasing after her like a scared and lost puppy, he felt the innate urge to call her out for her bullshit. She was abused? Who cares! She was a fucking murderer. Doesn't matter what happened to her in the past, or what excuse she came up with that excused her behaviour. Killing someone, even a villain, wasn't the right answer.
It sounded hypocritical coming from him, the guy who shouted die from the top of his lungs when he released a full-powered explosion, but it was meant moreso as an intimidation thing than him actually telling someone to die. And yes, he constantly looked back on the day when he, in every way but blunt, told Deku to kill himself, and yes, he hated himself for saying that—especially now that he looked back on it after what happened to Auntie Inko.
So, yeah, call him a hypocrite for saying that, but he was right, and he damn well knew it. So, when he scoffed, spat out a "whatever" took his plate and readied to leave, he wasn't expecting round-face of all people to look at him as if he had triggered a landmine.
"What do you mean "Whatever"? How can you just say that?" Uraraka asked though it sounded more like a demand. Narrowing his eyes, Bakugo stared at round-face and frowned.
"What? It's not like it's true, yeah? It's a "maybe" right? Honestly, even if it is the truth, I don't give a shit. Not my problem, won't ever be my problem," Bakugo replied, trying to leave again, only for round-face to grab him by the shoulder, and forcibly turn him around.
Who the fuck did she think she was?
"What the hell, Bakugo! If it is true, then maybe you should show at least some sympathy!" Uraraka stated, only to earn a scowl from the blond bomber.
"Why the fuck do I need to give a rat's ass about what happened to a murderer in their childhood? Who cares if she was beaten as a kid? I don't, and since I don't care, I'm not going to show any sympathy, especially to some lowlife scumbag, who should be rotting in prison for killing someone! Doesn't matter if they're a villain or not, or what crime they committed. A murderer's a murderer. They can never be a hero. Accident or otherwise. The law is the fucking law, it's there for a reason," Bakugo spat back, which made round-face flinch.
Why would she flinch? Whatever. Bakugo didn't care why she flinched.
So, for a third time, he tried to leave. For a third time, round face stopped him. This was really starting to get annoying. "That's rich, coming from you. Mister "I scream die at the top of my lungs" when you attack someone! You peg me as the type of guy who'd aimlessly attack any random villain with a full-powered attack right off the hop! Just like what happened with Deku during the battle trial! If there's anyone here who should be saying anything about breaking the laws of being a hero or breaking the laws in general, it sure as hell shouldn't be you!"
Bakugo grit his teeth. "Well, at least I didn't kill someone. And yeah, I fucked up during the battle trial. No shit sherlock. Do you want a gold medal? I haven't done it since then, yeah? Every other time we have one of those, I don't do that. I'm not some stiff-necked dipshit who doesn't learn from their mistakes! And if we're bringing up the battle trial, that psychopath did way worse to ears than I did to Deku. So don't even go there!" Bakugo spat back, feeling his anger rising.
"But—"
"But fucking nothing! She's a horrible person trying to be the good guy! She's a murderer, and I wouldn't doubt for a second if it came out that she's killed other people before!" Bakugo interrupted, glaring daggers at Uraraka. "You're biased because you're her friend. But I'm not. And what I'm saying is the fucking truth. That damned psychopath killed the villain. Abusive parent or not, she could've done something else, but killing her was not the fucking answer. And besides, that might not even be true! So why the fuck should I care about something that might not be true in the first place!"
"Oi, lay off, will you?" Buzz-cut called out to him, which made Bakugo look at buzz-cut, as the purple-haired teen glared at him. "That's too far, Bakugo. What the hell man?"
His right eye twitched. "Too far? Too far! What's too far? Me pointing out the fucking obvious? Or you idiots not even noticing it because you look at her with rose-tinted glasses! And besides, you're one to speak, buzz-cut! You'd know what it's like to kill a villain. Didn't you kill one at the USJ? So of course you'd side with her!"
"That's not what I meant, jackass, and you fucking know it!" Buzz-cut snapped back, as Bakugo scoffed, gritting his teeth. "You can't just say shit like that, Bakugo. That kind of talk has consequences."
"Oh, really? What are you gonna do, punch me?" Bakugo spat, as Josefumi sneered.
"Oh, trust me, I could do so much worse. Ever want to know what it's like to have the water in your body forcibly ripped from you?" Josefumi spat back, as Bakugo went to tackle Josefumi, only for something to punch him under the chin and send him and his dishes crashing into a wall. Shoto, at this point, stood up and got between the two.
"Enough. I'm sorry I asked…." Shoto stated, looking around the room. "Tell Kira that when you see her next. I should've saved that question for when I encountered her privately," Todoroki continued, before taking his dishes and half-eaten pancakes and walking away. When he did, Josefumi stared down at Bakugo and glared at him.
"For the record, asshole, I've known Kira for way longer than you have. I've been by her side long enough to know that she's not some psychopathic serial killer. Sociopath? Maybe, I don't know for sure, that's a possibility. But, she has never, and will never kill someone for shits and giggles. And, from what I do know from what she's been willing to tell me, is that she's lived a horrible life up to this point. I'm sure she's had to do things that she probably doesn't want to admit to. I know for a fact that she had to have been abused because I lived in the same town as her when I was a kid. I saw her when she was younger, wearing rags and covered in bruises and god knows what else underneath those clothes. I knew I recognized her from somewhere, but I just couldn't place what."
Buzz-cut paused, then clenched his hand into a fist. "And, to a degree, you're right. It doesn't excuse her behaviour. It doesn't excuse the fact that she killed someone. No one here is saying that it does. You're missing the point entirely. Show some fucking empathy. You don't know what she's been through to have her come out the way she did. Maybe there's a perfectly reasonable explanation. Kinda like how you're a self-aggrandizing prick, who thinks their at the top of the world. There's probably a good reason for why you are the way you are," Buzz-cut said, making Bakugo snarl. "And judging by your reaction, you don't like it when people call you out on your bullshit. You have no high ground to stand on. So quit trying to be high and mighty about shit. Besides. The villain tried to kill her first. She had every right to defend herself how she saw fit. The same thing applies to me, and, will apply to you."
Bakugo scoffed, slowly standing up from the place he had been slammed into, and brushing himself off. He wasn't here to be lectured. And so, after sending one more anger-filled glare buzz-cut's way, the blond bomber stormed off to his room to get some peace and quiet. He wasn't even trying to get into an argument, nor was he trying to even start a conversation.
This whole thing was stupid, he thought. The conversation was pointless. No one was going to change his stance on things, no matter what they say to him. His first day living in the U.A. Dormitory was sure off to a great start. Already getting into a fight with that stupid rich Joestar bastard.
And all of that over some stupid, under-the-breath comment. God, it was like everyone just wanted to get on his bad side. He had every right to call her out on her bullshit. And he didn't miss the point. The point was that they were feeling bad for a murderer! Why couldn't they see that?
As far as he was concerned, that fucking psychopath could never be a hero. Not in a million years. Besides, it was hers and buzz-cut's fault that Ida and Auntie Inko were dead. He knew it was their enemies that put his family and classmate in harm's way and look where it got them? 6 feet under with no identity of who their killer was.
To make matters worse, he knew that buzzcut knew something, and wasn't telling anyone about it. He could see it in his eyes at the funeral, that he knew who did it, or at the very least, knew who the killer worked with.
"Fuck'em. I'll find out myself. I'll find who killed Ida…. I might not have liked the guy, but he didn't deserve to die, and when I find them, I'll make'em pay!" Bakugo thought, frowning, as he entered his room.
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Izuku stood outside Yoshihara's dorm room door. He had been standing there for what felt like hours. He had no idea why Yoshihara ran off. Maybe it was too much for her? But, if that was the case, why? They were there for her, so why didn't she want that? Better yet, why did she feel the need to run away? What could've sparked that reaction? Was it because Josefumi said something? Was it because he had said something?
He didn't stick around to find out what happened after Yoshihara ran off to her room. But, he did see that Todoroki looked as if he felt bad. Maybe not in the face, but in body language. The entire time he had been sitting straight, but when the whole discussion happened, he seemed slumped over. Like he had been deflated.
But that wasn't what he was focusing on. He was focusing on the fact that Yoshihara ran away. Which made no sense to him. Yoshihara had heard worse and probably seen worse. So why would she feel the need to run away from something that didn't paint her in a bad light?
Unless… there was something he wasn't understanding.
"Yoshihara. Can I come in?" Izuku asked, placing a hand on the door handle. He waited for a response but got none. "Yoshihara? Are you there?" Izuku continued, pushing down on the door handle. The door was unlocked, and so, he let himself in. What he saw made his heart jump with concern. The blonde was sitting on the bed, arms wrapped up against her legs, which were curled into her body. Her head was buried in her legs, and… it sounded like she was crying.
Crying…. Yoshihara was crying…..
Slowly, he sat next to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Yoshihara? Are you… okay?" Izuku asked as the door closed on its own—scratch that, it was probably because of Killer Queen.
"That's a stupid question, Izuku…." Yoshihara mumbled from between her legs, glancing over at him. "In case you haven't noticed, I was… seconds away from having a panic attack. That's why I ran…." Yoshihara responded, slowly uncurling herself from being balled up.
"But…. Why?" Izuku asked as Yoshihara gave him an incredulous glance.
"Are you dense, or just stupid?" Yoshihara questioned as Izuku shrugged, retracting his arms as he placed his hands in his lap.
"I don't know, you tell me?" Izuku responded as the greenette sighed. "Look, no one was going to judge you, I—"
"You mean like how they already do, Izuku?" Yoshihara interrupted, sneering in the other direction of the room, sniffling as she wiped at her eyes. "It's all they ever talk about when they're around me. It's always that stupid thing I did…. All I did was defend myself. It's not like I was the one who initiated the fight. I mean, for fucksake I was going out for lunch, and then she jumped me for no reason. She fucking shot me in the stomach… then she beat me to near death, so, of course, I was going to kill her. What sane person wouldn't? Anyone in my position would've done what I did, or at least tried!" The blonde ranted, gripping the sides of the bedsheet.
"I'm so sick and fucking tired of being belittled about defending myself. Why can't any of them see that?! All they focused on is the part where I killed that stupid whore! Not the part where I was fucking shot and beaten to near death! Suddenly that cunt's the victim, and I—"
"Yoshihara!" Izuku cut her off, turning her to face him. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, and it made the boy wince. Yoshihara's breath hitched, and then, the did something that he hadn't expected. She buried her face in his chest, latching onto him as if he were her final lifeline, and sobbed. Izuku slowly embraced her, unaware of what to do next.
This was the first time he had ever seen her this upset. And… a part of him saw it as a slightly good thing. Not because he liked seeing her cry, but because it showed that she was healing. It showed to him that, perhaps, her sociopathy wasn't a permanent thing. That she'd slowly regain her emotions over time.
But, that wasn't what he was supposed to be doing. He wasn't supposed to be taking note of her slowly regaining her emotions. He was supposed to be comforting her. And comfort her he did, rubbing her back and mumbling to her to let it all out. She didn't seem to care, all she did was cry, and cry, and cry, and cry, until the crying stopped, and was replaced by incoherent mumbling.
After a while, she lifted herself from his chest, and looked away from him, shame on her face. "I-I'm sorry…. I shouldn't have done that…. I… I—"
"No, Yoshihara," Izuku interrupted, placing a firm hand on her shoulder. "You have every right to cry. You were frustrated, angry, and upset. You're allowed to show emotion, you don't have to hide behind a wall because you'd think It'd make me uncomfortable. I mean, look who you're talking to, for Pete's sake!" Izuku said, his tone joking, drawing a small chuckle from Yoshihara.
"Yeah, I guess you're right…." Yoshihara replied, rubbing her left arm. They sat in silence for a little bit, but before long, Izuku spoke up.
"So… do you want to talk about it? Or…?" Izuku asked as Yoshihara shook her head.
"No. I'm not… comfortable talking about it. I don't want to dredge up old memories…. Just know that… it was bad. And… that if it wasn't for some random villain that bitch pulled off the side of the road, I wouldn't be here right now…." Yoshihara replied as Izuku blinked.
"A… villain saved you? Not a hero, or the police?" Izuku asked as Yoshihara bit her lip. He noticed that she seemed to clam up after that, which only made him more suspicious. But, he backed off. "Well… I guess it goes to show that even those who're considered pure evil have a shred of good in them…." Izuku said, reclining against the wall near the bed.
Then, out of nowhere, Yoshihara leaned into him, and kissed him, before backing away. His cheeks flushed red, and the blonde smiled. It was a silent thank you, which he was glad for. Just before Izuku could say anything, there were a quick series of knocks on the door, before a head of purple hair peaked itself in, and Josefumi peered into the room.
"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Josefumi asked, looking at Yoshihara and Izuku with a smirk. "If I am, I can leave, otherwise, I wanted to see how my cousin's doing, you know, after running off and all that jazz," Josefumi said as Izuku laughed anxiously. From Josefumi's perspective, Yoshihara was mere inches away from Izuku's personal bubble, and with his cheeks being red, to the other Joestar, it seemed as if something was happening.
Yoshihara quickly proved him wrong, leaning away from Izuku, and standing up. "Not at the moment. If we were, I would've had Killer Queen knock you out," Yoshihara said as Izuku cleared his throat.
"So… I take it you're feeling better now, Yoshihara?" Izuku asked as Yoshihara nodded.
"Yes, I'm better now. But… I want to be alone now. So… both of you, shoo, get out of here," Yoshihara said as Izuku and Josefumi took the cue, and left the room. When the door closed behind them, Josefumi looked over to Izuku and smiled.
"Thank you for going to her, by the way. Did she tell you anything?" Josefumi asked as Izuku shook his head in the negative.
"No," Izuku started, as he began to walk away, and headed for the stairs. Josefumi followed after him, as he continued. "Besides, it's not my place to say anything. If she wants to tell you about it, she will. I'm not going to betray her trust…." Izuku continued as the two made it to the first floor/foyer.
Josefumi shrugged. "You know, you from a month ago would've folded and spilt the beans. What changed?"
Izuku smirked. "I'm pretty sure you know what changed. I became a lot more confident in myself, and it's thanks to you guys. Among other things," the green-haired boy said, frowning, his tone turning slightly more sorrowful. Josefumi placed a hand on his shoulder and nodded. The two silently entered the foyer, just as a few more of their classmates filtered into the building.
xxXXxxXXxx
Kyoka Jirou sat in the room of one of Musutafu's many hotels, strumming on her father's guitar. It was one of her father's most prized possessions, and it meant a lot to her. Namely, because it was the last thing that she had of her father. And, with what little inheritance money she had after their deaths, instead of buying an apartment with it, she decided that living in a hotel for a while and travelling around Musutafu would've been a better idea.
Why, exactly? Because that was what her Uncle, Johnathon Kujo suggested. He had called her the night she had decided to leave U.A. and heroics behind. Don't get her wrong, she wanted to be a hero, but… with so much happening, and with everything that happened to her, she wasn't mentally prepared to continue.
"Maybe next year," she thought, frowning as she patted the guitar strings, getting them to stop. It was getting dark out, seeing as it had been around 7:30 PM. She had spent most of the day applying for minimum-wage jobs, just so that she could afford to continue this "on-the-road" lifestyle she was suggested to live.
Why did her uncle suggest it? Simple: it seemed as if anyone who had any ties to the Joestars, in any way, was being hunted. It was why her family had been murdered, at least, that was what Johnathon had suggested to her. So, instead of remaining in one place for a prolonged period of time, moving around from hotel to hotel in the immediate area seemed to her like a smart idea.
Sighing, Kyoka reached over to the light switch and turned out the light. When she did, the room became basked in darkness. Letting out a small yawn, the teen began to undress, and switch into something more sleep-wear appropriate, rather than the tank top and jeans she had been wearing, into something like a pair of shorts and a clean tank top.
However, just as she got the first leg of her shorts on, the sound of footsteps behind her made Kyoka freeze. And then, a cold, clammy hand wrapped around her mouth, as her eyes widened. When she saw the hand's fingers, they looked sharp, like claws. A mutant Quirk, maybe? She tried to use her Quirk, but just as she had tried to, something sharp pressed into the back of her neck, which made her gasp.
"Now, now, hush little baby, don't say a word, Uncle Yangu's just making sure that I get the job done, you know? My Boss said that since you're outside of U.A.'s protection, to finish up the job before anything stupid happens! But, that's not fun, now is it? I quite like watching my prey try and thrash about! So, I wanted to see how you'd react to the bullet! Most people die, so I think it'll be pretty obvious. But, hey, if you survive, you're world's gonna be changed… forever…!"
Those were the last words she heard, until she went unconscious, and thumped onto the floor….
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