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Depersonalization, when one feels disconnected from oneself or their environment. That's a word I seem to repeat often these days. I can't shake the feeling that something is off, that some vital piece of my life isn't right. But I guess that's how all villains feel. Nothing new in my world.
I sit at the bar, watching Kurogiri as he methodically cleans the freshly washed glasses, his movements mechanical, precise. I take a sip from the cup in front of me, and a grimace immediately distorts my face.
"Damn. What the hell is this?" I ask, struggling to keep down the bitter liquid.
"Peach schnapps," Kurogiri replies in his usual monotone, not even glancing up. "It's Tomura's favorite."
"Well, it's awful. Throw it out," I say, pouring the drink into the sink and refilling my glass with water, chugging it in an attempt to wash the taste away.
"You know I can't do that, Ms. Wasure. You know how the boss will get," he says, unfazed.
I roll my eyes, not so much at Kurogiri's refusal but because he's right. Tomura would be pissed if we tossed something he liked, even if the rest of us hated it. Then again, that's just human nature. I watch Kurogiri in silence. There's something about the quiet moments with him that I've always found comforting. Maybe it's the familiarity of it all. Maybe it's the consistency, the way he's always taken care of Tomura, and by extension, the League. That's our unspoken duty. Kurogiri protects him, and my role was simple. I take care of him in whatever way he needs whether that be to comfort him, help with missions, keep him entertained and make sure no one ever hurts him.
I'm like a hired big sister, not that I have much choice. Villains usually don't have much family. We find that within each other. I'm not complaining, I enjoy his company, I'm just glad to not be related to a brat like Tomura anyway. Though, it's not all bad. He doesn't treat me horribly.
At least not most days. I don't know many big sisters that allow their younger siblings to overpower them, but that's just how it works out for us. Though most times I just feel like a hired nanny.
As far back as I can remember, it's always been the three of us. There are one or two that come and go but for the most part it's just us three that stay consistent. I don't know how I became a villain, or why. All I know is that this is my life now, and I can't change it.
Suddenly, my heart jumps at the sound of something slamming against the wall of Tomura's bedroom. It's a regular occurrence, but the sudden noise still makes me flinch. I groan, knowing what's coming, and drag myself towards his room. Opening the door, I find a shattered controller on the floor where the noise came from.
Tomura is sitting cross-legged in front of the TV, his back hunched, hands twitching in frustration.
I kneel beside him, placing a hand gently on his shoulder. "What happened?"
His response catches me off guard. It's not the sharp, irritated tone I expect, but a soft, almost broken voice. "What do you think?"
"Your team lost again?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
He nods, his face turned away from me. I sigh. This is routine by now, Tomura's tantrums over the smallest things. But my job isn't to scold him. It's to comfort him, even when the reasons feel ridiculous.
I settle down beside him, quiet, letting him fume. This is what I do. It's not glamorous, it's not heroic, but it's my reality.
I stay kneeling beside Tomura, letting the silence stretch out between us. His shoulders are tense beneath my hand, the anger still radiating from him, but he doesn't pull away. I've learned by now that he doesn't want words when he's like this. He just wants someone close by, even if he'd never admit it.
The room is dim, illuminated only by the glow of the TV screen, casting harsh shadows on the walls. The game over screen mocks him, frozen in place. I glance at the shattered controller, its jagged pieces reflecting the light. That controller is probably the fifth one he's destroyed this month.
"You really need to stop breaking these things, Tomura," I say softly, attempting to keep the mood light. "We're running out of spares."
He doesn't respond, just keeps staring at the TV. His fingers twitch in his lap, the subtle motion betraying the simmering rage he's trying to contain. It's hard for him, I know that much. He's always on the edge of something, anger, despair, power. Always teetering on the line between being in control and losing it completely.
"I just-" he finally speaks, his voice low. "I just don't get it. How do they win so easily? I've trained, I've practiced, and it's still never enough."
He's not just talking about the game anymore.
I feel a twinge of something close to sympathy as I watch him, even if he wouldn't want that from me. Tomura's frustrations run deep, beyond the surface, beyond the petty loss of a game. It's the world that beats him down. The unfairness of it all. He's never had it easy, and no matter how much power he amasses, it's never enough to fill that void.
I know that feeling.
"Maybe it's not about winning all the time," I say carefully, shifting slightly to sit beside him on the floor, knees drawn up to my chest. "Maybe it's just about... keeping going."
His red eyes flicker toward me, narrowing slightly. "What are you, a motivational speaker now?"
A dry laugh escapes me before I can stop it. "Hardly. But breaking controllers and sulking every time things don't go your way? That's not helping either."
He grunts in response, but I can tell he's listening, even if he doesn't want to admit it. His gaze falls back to the TV screen, the blue light casting sharp lines across his gaunt face. His lips part, as if he's about to say something more, but he stays quiet.
In a way, I get him. We're both stuck in a life we didn't really choose. I've been by his side long enough to understand the weight he carries, the burden of being expected to be something greater than he feels he can be. It's crushing sometimes.
"I'm going out for a smoke," I say after a while, rising to my feet and stretching. "You should take a break from this for a bit. Clear your head."
He doesn't answer, but I know he's heard me. I leave the room, feeling his gaze follow me until I close the door behind me.
The cold air hits me as I step outside, the dim light from the bar's back entrance casting a pale glow across the alleyway. The familiar chill of the night wraps around me, biting at my skin. I pull a cigarette from my pocket, lighting it with a flick of the lighter. The first inhale sends a calming rush through me.
This is the part of the night I like, the quiet, the solitude. A rare moment to myself where the chaos of the League and Tomura's unpredictable mood swings fade into the background. I stare up at the sky, the stars barely visible through the haze of city lights.
There's a certain peace in this life, even with all the madness. Maybe it's because I've stopped caring about what's "right" or "normal." Once you've accepted the fact that you're a villain, that you're never going to have a happy ending, there's a strange kind of freedom in that. No expectations. No pressure to be anything more than what you are.
I exhale, watching the smoke drift up toward the sky.
The door creaks behind me, and I turn to see Kurogiri stepping outside. He doesn't say anything, just stands next to me, his towering form a shadow in the dim light. I pull another cigarette from my pocket and offer it to him.
He glances down at it for a brief moment before shaking his head. "No, thank you."
I shrug, not surprised. "Didn't think you'd take it," I say, slipping the unlit cigarette back into my jacket pocket.
"I try to avoid things that cloud the mind," he responds calmly, his voice low and steady as always. "Especially in times like these."
"Times like these, huh?" I mutter, taking another drag. The smoke lingers in the air between us. "Yeah, well, sometimes it helps me forget all the crap we deal with."
"Tomura will calm down," he says after a moment, his voice low and even.
"I know," I reply, taking another drag. "He always does."
Kurogiri exhales into the cool night air, his glowing eyes briefly catching the light as he turns to look at me. "And you? Are you calm?"
I glance at him, surprised by the question. It's not often anyone asks about me. I'm just the support, the background player in this grand scheme. But Kurogiri's eyes are steady, as if he's genuinely waiting for an answer.
"I'm always calm," I lie, the words leaving my lips before I can stop them.
He says nothing, just nods slightly, as if he knows better but won't push it.
We stand there in silence for a while, the sounds of the city distant, the occasional car passing by. This moment is fleeting, like all the others, but for now, it's enough.
"You do realize that you're not technically obligated to babysit him?" Kurogiri finally says.
I roll my eyes, "Yeah, well, someone has to. After all, it's the only reason I'm here"
I take one last drag before stubbing the cigarette out on the ground. Tomorrow, the cycle will start again. But tonight, at least, I can pretend it isn't so bad.
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Edit:Should I make this fic 2nd Povs instead? (You, You're, Yours)
Wasure - Japanese, stemmed from the word Wasureta which means:
Forgotten or to forget
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Chapter 2: Where did you come from?
Notes:
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I lay awake next to Tomura, his arm draped heavily over me. It wasn't affection, . It was more like two people finding comfort in one another. Nights like this, his grip was tight, as if I'd vanish the moment he let go. In sleep, his face softened, the frustration and anger that usually twisted his expression fading into something fragile. Vulnerable.
I stared at the cracked ceiling, the room was too quiet except for the sound of his steady breathing. The weight of his arm pinned me down. I try to piece together fragments of my life before all of this, before the League, before the villainy. But it's like grasping at smoke. Nothing solid. Nothing I can hold on to. What led me here? Why can't I remember? Was my childhood really so bad? And where are my parents now? Who are they?
Every villain has a story. A tragedy. A breaking point that sent them spiraling down this path. But, I feel like I just woke up here one day, and it's been this way ever since.
I shifted beneath Tomura's arm, slowly prying myself free. He stirred, his brow twitching for a second, but he didn't wake. I watch him for a moment, then slip out of the room, letting the door click softly behind me.
The bar area is dimly lit, and I'm surprised to find Kurogiri seated there, his figure still and composed as always. His eyes glow faintly in the dark, watching the glass in front of him as though deep in thought.
"Can't sleep?" I ask, my voice breaking the quiet as I approach and take the seat next to him.
He grunts softly, acknowledging my presence. "It seems sleep is eluding both of us tonight."
I chuckle lightly, more out of habit than humor. "I guess so."
For a while, we just sit there, the silence stretching between us. It's comfortable in a way. Kurogiri's presence has always had a calming effect on me, something I've never fully understood, like we've known each other forever, though I know that's impossible. And yet... it feels real. Almost like family.
I glance at him, wondering, not for the first time, how he came to be a part of all this. He's always been here, as far as I know, but I've never asked about his past. Now, in the quiet of the night, the curiosity nags at me.
"Hey, Kurogiri..." I start, my voice hesitant. "How did you... end up here? You know, as a villain?"
He turns his head slightly toward me, the glow of his eyes flickering as if considering my question. For a moment, I think he might brush me off, but then he speaks, his voice low and measured.
"As far back as I can remember," he begins, "I've always been a protector. I exist to serve Tomura and carry out the will of the boss, All For One."
His words hang in the air, and I can't help but frown. That's not exactly an answer. It's more like a declaration of his role, his purpose. But what about before that? Was there ever a time when he wasn't the shadow guarding Tomura?
"I know you were around before me," I say quietly, my fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of the counter. "But how long? How far back does it go? Don't you remember... anything else?"
Kurogiri is silent for a long time, and I wonder if I've overstepped. But then he answers, his voice softer than before. "No. My past, if I had one, is not something I can recall. All I know is that my life has been tied to Tomura's and All For One's goals. There is no 'before' for me. Only the now."
I feel a strange pang in my chest at his words. It's unsettling, hearing someone speak so matter-of-factly about having no history, no origin. It mirrors the gnawing emptiness inside me, this feeling that I'm missing something important, that my own story began in the middle of a chapter, and I never got to read the first part.
"I get that," I say, my voice quieter now. "I... feel the same way, sometimes. Like I don't know where I came from, or why I'm here. It's like one day I woke up, and this was my life. And no matter how hard I try, I can't remember what came before."
Kurogiri turns to look at me fully now, and though his face is hidden, I can feel his gaze weighing on me. "Perhaps, then, we are alike in that sense," he says, not unkindly. "We are shaped by the roles we play now, not by the past we cannot recall."
I stare down at my hands, resting on the counter. I've always been aware that Kurogiri came before me, but it never occurred to me how little I knew about him. It's strange, really. We live in the same world, fight for the same cause, but it's like we're all fragments, pieces of a puzzle with no clear picture.
And yet, despite the mystery of who he really is, Kurogiri has always felt like an anchor in this chaotic life. A steady presence. A family member who's always been there, though I can't remember when or how it started. It's almost as if he was always meant to be in my life. There's a certain comfort in that, even if it doesn't make sense.
"Do you ever wonder?" I ask, my voice soft, almost a whisper. "What life would've been like if you weren't... this?"
Kurogiri doesn't answer immediately. When he does, his tone is thoughtful, almost distant. "Wondering about what could have been is... not something I indulge in. My existence is for Tomura's protection and the League's success. Any other path is irrelevant."
His words settle like a weight on my chest. I can't tell if it's comforting or sad, but either way, it's the truth. We've all given up something to be where we are now, whether by choice or by force.
I take another breath, leaning back slightly. "Maybe you're right. Maybe we're both stuck in the now, and nothing else matters. But..." I hesitate, unsure if I want to admit this, even to Kurogiri. "It just feels like something's missing, you know?"
He regards me for a moment, the soft hum of the bar's neon sign buzzing faintly in the background. "Perhaps that feeling is what keeps us moving forward. The need to fill that void, even if we never can."
I nod, though I'm not sure if I fully believe that. The void feels too vast, too consuming. But still, his words offer some strange solace. Maybe we don't need to remember. Maybe we just need to keep going.
"I've found it's best not to dwell on the past or what might have been, Ms. Wasure," Kurogiri says.
I chuckle, not so much at his advice, but at his unyielding formality. He's the only one who calls me by my last name, though I've never minded.
"You know," I say with a teasing grin, "you don't have to be so formal all the time. Maybe try a T-shirt for once."
Kurogiri hums thoughtfully, the sound low and composed. "I'll take that into consideration, Ms. Wasure." Despite no mouth to see in his swirling mist, I swear I can sense the hint of a smirk hidden in his words.
Kurogiri rises from his seat, his form towering over mine, but his presence remains calm, steady. "You should rest," he says, his voice gentle. "Tomorrow will bring its own challenges."
"Call me Y/V/N?" I say, more of a request than a question.
"Maybe one day."
I shake my head in response, holding back the chuckle threatening to escape.
I watch as he walks toward the door, his silhouette fading into the dim light of the hallway. As he disappears, I can't shake the feeling that Kurogiri is more than just a protector. He's always been more. His presence feels too familiar, too close, like an unspoken bond that stretches beyond memory.
I sit there for a while longer, alone with my thoughts.
Maybe we are stuck in the now. But at least we're not alone in it.
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Y/V/N= Your villain name
Wasure is her last name but the first name is whatever you'd like!OMG I can't believe second chapter is already done! Sorry for it being such a short one I'm honestly writing this late, I cant sleep due to the hurricane passing.
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Chapter 3: What are we doing?
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The room feels heavy with tension as Tomura sits across from me, his posture rigid, hands fidgeting. There's a barely contained excitement in his eyes, one I've grown all too familiar with. He leans forward, a sly grin curling on his lips.
"We're going after UA," Tomura announces, his voice steady but brimming with malice.
I blink, caught off guard. "UA? The high school?"
Tomura's grin widens. "We're not just hitting a school. We're going after All Might."
My heart skips a beat. All Might. The symbol of peace. A man even villains fear. "All Might? You're serious?"
"Dead serious," he replies, relishing the weight of his words. "We're going to kill him."
I shift in my seat, trying to digest this. "And how are the three of us supposed to do that?" I ask, eyeing Tomura and Kurogiri.
Tomura chuckles. "You think it's just the three of us?" He shakes his head. "No, we have more. A lot more."
My frown deepens. "More? How many?"
"Over a hundred," he says casually, like it's no big deal. "Villains from all over, ready to help take down UA and All Might."
"A hundred?" I echo, stunned. "And they're all on board with this?"
Tomura waves me off, as if I'm missing the point. "They don't need convincing. Chaos breeds followers, Y/V/N. All they need is a little push."
I sit back, still trying to wrap my head around it. "But... why UA? Why attack there, of all places?"
Tomura's grin shifts into something more calculating. "Because All Might will be there."
I stare at him, confused. "Why would he be there?"
His eyes gleam with something dangerous. "Haven't you heard? UA's got a new teacher. Plus we've got someone on the inside. Someone who's been feeding us information."
"What?" My stomach tightens. "Someone inside UA?"
Tomura nods, clearly enjoying the revelation. "They've given us everything we need, schedules, plans. They know exactly where All Might will be, and it's at the USJ, for a training exercise."
I blink in disbelief. "You're saying you have a mole inside UA?"
Tomura's eyes narrow slightly, his voice dropping. "That's exactly what I'm saying."
I glance at Kurogiri, hoping for some kind of explanation, but his face remains impassive as always.
"So, who is it?" I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.
Tomura's grin fades, replaced by a sharp edge in his tone. "That's none of your concern."
I don't press further. The last thing I need is to piss him off, especially now. But the fact that someone at UA has been feeding him information... it leaves me with a gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I shift gears, focusing on the immediate concern. "When is this happening?"
"Soon," Tomura answers, his grin returning. "Very soon. We've got a narrow window; though All Might is UA's newest teacher and he'll be there a while, this training exercise is our best chance to catch him off guard. The USJ is isolated enough that we can warp in without anyone noticing, at least not until it's too late."
My eyes narrow. "And you're sure it's the right place, the right time?"
"I told you, we've got inside information. It's legit," Tomura says with a confident nod. "Kurogiri will warp the villains into position, we'll separate the pros from the students, and once they're isolated... All Might is ours."
Kurogiri steps forward, speaking for the first time since the meeting started. "The coordination will be crucial, but everything is in place. The villains will arrive precisely when they're needed."
The pieces are falling into place. A hundred villains, an informant, All Might in their sights... it's bold, audacious even. But there's a certain logic in it. The USJ's isolated location makes it a strategic choice, and All Might's presence makes it the perfect target.
Still, doubt nags at me. I lean forward slightly, trying to read Tomura. "You really think this is enough to take down All Might?"
Tomura's grin widens into something darker, more unsettling. "With the right plan, he's as good as dead. This time I have a good team unlike those idiots I play with. We've waited long enough, and now it's time to show the world what happens when you stand in our way."
I glance at Kurogiri again, looking for any sign of concern, but his calm demeanor is unshaken. As always, he seems certain of his role in the chaos, and that certainty is oddly comforting. I don't know how long Kurogiri has been doing this, but it feels like he's been by Tomura's side forever.
As I let the weight of the plan settle in, I ask, "And what happens if something goes wrong?"
Tomura's gaze sharpens, his voice cold. "It won't."
But in the pit of my stomach, that gnawing unease remains. They're confident, sure. But this is All Might we're talking about. Taking him down won't be easy. It's a risk, a huge one. But at this point, there's no turning back.
I glance over at Tomura, who's already gone back to scheming in his mind, plotting the details of the attack. He's always so sure of himself, so certain. I wish I could share that confidence. But as the plan unfolds, I can't help but wonder what will happen if things go wrong.
Kurogiri's calm demeanor settles me, though. Despite everything, I trust him. He's always been there for Tomura, and for me.
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Hey loves!Another short chapter sorry for all the dialogue! I PROMISE Aizawa is introduced next chapter, I might post it tonight or tomorrow tho...
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Chapter 4: What's this feeling?
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Chapter 4!!! 10/11/24 this one took me the longest I hope everyone enjoys! It is kinda long apologies in advance thought it'd make up for the last two short chapter.
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The atmosphere in the hideout was thick with anticipation as the plan for the attack on U.A. began to take shape. I stood at the edge of the dimly lit room, watching Tomura as he paced back and forth, his sharp features illuminated by the flickering lights overhead. Kurogiri moved around the space, his calm presence a stark contrast to Tomura’s restless energy.
“Are you ready for this?” Tomura asked, his voice low and intense, cutting through the tension in the air.
I nodded, though I felt a knot of unease twisting in my stomach. “I’ve been waiting for this moment.” My words were steady, but inside, I was a storm of conflicting emotions. This was it.
“Good,” he replied, a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes. “We have the element of surprise, and with the Nomu on our side, we’ll take them down before they even see us coming.”
“Nomu?” I asked, curiosity piqued. I had heard whispers of these creatures, but this was my first real mention of them. “What do you mean?”
Tomura gestured toward a shadowed corner of the room. “Come on, I’ll show you.”
As we approached, my heart raced with both excitement and trepidation. There, lurking in the dim light, was the towering figure of a Nomu, a grotesque fusion of flesh and machinery, its avian features looming menacingly. The massive bird creature shifted slightly, and I could feel the raw power radiating from it.
“This is one of our most formidable weapons,” Tomura said, his voice dripping with pride. “It’s designed to take down heroes, specifically, All Might. This one is particularly strong.”
I stared at the creature, my breath catching in my throat. It was awe-inspiring and terrifying all at once. I had never seen anything like it before, and the thought of fighting alongside it sent a thrill coursing through my veins.
“It’s impressive,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. The air felt charged with energy, and I could sense the thrill of battle brewing just beneath the surface.
“Impressive is an understatement,” Tomura replied, a grin breaking across his face. “It’s our ticket to proving that we’re a force to be reckoned with.”
Kurogiri stepped forward, his gaze fixed on the Nomu. “Listen closely,” he said, his voice calm yet commanding. “I’ll create diversions and block any escape routes. If anyone tries to get out, I’ll teleport them to different areas to keep the heroes occupied. You and Tomura will remain at the front lines, watching everything unfold. If something goes wrong, you use your quirks to respond immediately.”
Tomura nodded, his expression serious. “Nomu is the main event. Our primary target is All Might, but we’ll also have the other villains acting as distractions, keeping the students and other heroes busy.”
“Got it,” I said, feeling a surge of determination. I had come too far to back down now. “Sounds simple enough,” I added, though a part of me was still unsure. The weight of the unknown loomed heavy, but there was no turning back.
As we prepared to leave, I caught a glimpse of Tomura’s face, the fire of his ambition igniting something within me. For the first time, I felt a connection, an electric pull that drew me closer to him. But just as quickly as it came, it vanished, leaving me more confused than before.
“Ready?” Tomura asked, his voice steady, eyes locked onto mine.
“Ready,” I replied, though my heart raced with apprehension.
I glanced back at Kurogiri, who offered a nod of encouragement. His presence was grounding, a reminder that I wasn’t alone in this fight. Kurogiri began to form a portal, the swirling darkness coalescing into a gateway that promised chaos on the other side. I could feel the anticipation crackling in the air, ready to ignite into chaos as we prepared to step into the fray.
As the swirling portal closed behind us, I stepped into the chaotic arena of the USJ. The air was thick with tension, and the acrid scent of smoke filled my lungs. I stood by Tomura’s side, my heart pounding in sync with the chaos unfolding around us.
Villains swarmed the training facility. The sight of the Hero known as Eraserhead, Who had jumped into the fight. Fighting fiercely against the onslaught, drew my gaze like a moth to a flame. He moved with purpose, his yellow goggles glinting in the dim light as he expertly captured villains with his scarf.
“Stay close,” Tomura murmured, his eyes fixed on the Erasure Hero as he strategized his next move.
I nodded, channeling my energy into small blasts, ready to assist Tomura. With every pulse of power, I felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through me.
As the battle raged, I took a moment to observe Eraserhead’s fight. He was like a whirlwind, his quirk effortlessly erasing the powers of those he faced, throwing villains aside as if they were nothing. Each time he took down an enemy, I felt a strange sense of admiration and an unexplainable familiarity.
“Keep your focus,” Tomura said, breaking my concentration.
“I am,” I insisted, though my thoughts were divided between the chaos and the hero I barely recognized.
Suddenly, a loud roar echoed through the arena, and my attention snapped back to Tomura as he directed the Nomu toward the Erasure Hero. The creature lumbered forward, its massive frame imposing and terrifying.
The Erasure Hero turned, his gaze locking onto the Nomu, and for a brief moment, his eyes flickered toward me. I saw something shift within him. In that instant, I felt a jolt of energy pass between us, something I couldn't quite place. But I shook it off. My priority was clear: I had to stay by Tomura's side.
“Now!” Tomura commanded, and I instinctively placed my hand on the ground, taking advantage of the moment of distraction from the hero, channeling all my energy into one concentrated blast. The air crackled around me as I released the surge, sending it directly toward the Erasure Hero, leaving slight pain coursing up my arms.
A strange feeling overwhelmed me as soon as I sent the blast,regret, almost for a moment. “Erasure!” I find myself calling out, but it was too late.
The blast connected with him, sending him crashing to the ground, disoriented. Tomura grinned, his excitement palpable as he watched the chaos unfold.
“Perfect!” he exclaimed, and though I felt a surge of satisfaction, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Nomu surged forward, ready to capitalize on Erasure’s moment of vulnerability, but I kept my focus on Tomura, ready to support him.
I felt the thrill of the fight coursing through me, drowning out any sense of uncertainty. I had my orders, and as long as I followed Tomura, I knew exactly what to do.
“Stay with me!” Tomura urged, pulling me back into the fray as I prepared for the next wave of chaos.
The tension in the air thickened as the Nomu charged toward Eraserhead. Tomura’s excitement was contagious, but I kept my focus sharp. We were here to destroy All Might, and with Nomu on our side, we would do just that. The hero was only a stepping stone.
As the Nomu unleashed its raw strength, Eraser barely had time to react. His quirk, which allowed him to neutralize others' powers, had been the primary defense so far, but it was useless against Nomu's brute force. Each strike landed with a sickening crunch, Eraserhead began to falter under the weight of the relentless onslaught. His scarf, once used to capture villains with precision, now whipped through the air desperately as he struggled to stay in the fight.
I stood at Tomura’s side, watching it all unfold. There was something about the hero that drew my attention, his movements, his determination. But I pushed the feeling aside, focusing on the mission. The Nomu was overpowering him, and soon, he would be nothing more than another casualty of our attack.
I heard a blast and looked around, noticing the students scattered across different sections of the USJ. Kurogiri had warped them into separate areas, each one using their quirks to fight back against the villains that had been unleashed upon them. I noticed a blond boy who seems to be creating explosions inside a building, what I presume to be his quirk. He and the other U.A. students were, launching a counterattack against the villains who had scattered across the USJ.
“They’re fighting back,” I murmured, noting how the students, despite their fear, were pushing forward.
Tomura clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Useless. They won’t stop what’s coming.”
As more students appeared, I could see their teamwork beginning to take effect. The blonde, with his fiery explosions, a duel-haired boy, freezing entire sections of an area, were proving to be formidable opponents, even for the villains we had brought with us as distractions. Despite their best efforts, the chaos around us raged on.
“Damn brats!” Tomura growled, irritation flashing across his face. “They’re pests.”
“They're strong,” I said, observing their tenacity. “But not strong enough to stop us.”
I followed Tomura’s gaze as he shifted his focus back to Erasure, who was now on the ground. His face was battered, his movements no more, yet he continued to try. The resolve in his eyes was something I couldn’t ignore.
Three students lay in the water beside us, their wide eyes fixated on their teacher being brutally crushed by Nomu's massive, unrelenting strength. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and blood, and for a moment, the entire scene seemed to freeze, the sound of bones cracking reverberating through the chaos.
I saw Tomura’s gaze shift from the broken form of their teacher to the terrified faces of the students, his lips curling into a twisted grin. His eyes were filled with malicious glee, an almost childlike amusement as he watched their fear grow.
"Look at them," he muttered, barely loud enough for me to hear. "They're so scared, so... helpless."
I followed his gaze, my heart pounding as I took in the scene. The students’ expressions, pure horror, grief, and disbelief, sent an unexpected pang through my chest. They couldn’t do anything but watch, just like me. And yet, unlike them, I wasn’t here to save anyone. I was on the other side of this battle, standing beside the person responsible for their suffering.
Tomura’s fingers twitched eagerly. He took a small step forward, his eyes locked on the students now. He was ready to make his move, to push them even further into despair.
One of the students, a girl with frog-like features, stood defensively in front of her peers. Tomura’s smile grew wider as he set his sights on her, his hand extending outward, fingers itching to disintegrate.
"Let’s see how they handle this," he hissed, launching toward her. In an instant, his hand came down to grab the girl’s face, aiming to turn her to dust right in front of the others.
But before he could touch her, something changed. Tomura’s fingers hovered inches from the girl’s skin, unable to unleash their destructive power. His eyes darted to the teacher, still pinned under the Nomu, his body limp and broken, yet somehow... still fighting.
"He... he erased my quirk," Tomura muttered in disbelief, stepping back, his eyes wide with shock. "Even after all that… he’s still going."
For a brief moment, there was something akin to respect in Tomura’s voice. His lips curled upward, and with a grin, he let out a low, almost admiring whisper: “You really are so cool, Eraserhead.”
I felt a wave of confusion wash over me. The Erasure Hero was barely holding on, his body was beyond broken, yet he refused to let his enemies win. Even now, after enduring so much, he protected those students, putting his life on the line.
Tomura’s admiration was fleeting, though, as his expression quickly darkened. He snapped his fingers, signaling Nomu to finish the job. The creature raised its arm, ready to bring it down on the hero’s skull. I braced myself, watching as the moment hung in the air like a knife poised to strike. Then, I noticed something strange, All Might’s absence.
The realization hit Tomura just as quickly. “Where is he?” he snapped, his voice rising in frustration. “All Might should’ve been here by now!”
Kurogiri appeared at Tomura’s side, calm but serious. “One of the students escaped. The heroes will arrive soon.”
I could feel Tomura's anger boil over. “No... it can’t be. It’s not game over yet!”
Before we could react further, a rush of wind tore through the air, followed by a blur of motion. Suddenly, a voice thundered above the chaos: “I am here!”
All Might. His towering figure stood at the center of the USJ, his presence alone causing the villains to hesitate. He was larger than life, the beacon of hope that everyone, students and heroes alike, had been waiting for.
Tomura’s face twisted into a manic grin. “Finally.”
“All Might!” one of the students yelled, hope rekindled in their voices.
All Might surveyed the battlefield, his sharp gaze taking in the destruction we had caused. He was calm, confident, even though the situation looked grim. He turned to the injured hero laying limp, his expression hardened but showed regret, as he saw the state his colleague was in, but then, with a single motion, his gaze fell on us.
“It’s over,” Tomura hissed, eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Nomu! Kill him!”
Without hesitation, the creature known as Nomu surged toward All Might, its monstrous form moving faster than its bulk suggested. The clash between them was immediate and explosive. All Might met Nomu's attack head-on, his massive fists slamming into the creature with such force that the ground trembled beneath them. Yet, despite the sheer power of All Might’s punches, the Nomu didn’t falter. It absorbed each blow with ease, regenerating instantly.
“Just as planned,” Tomura muttered under his breath, his excitement growing with each passing second. “Nomu was designed to take everything All Might can dish out.”
I watched as All Might continued to throw punch after punch, his signature moves seemingly useless against Nomu. The realization was dawning on everyone, the Symbol of Peace was struggling. The students watched in horror, their belief in their hero wavering for the first time.
“He can’t win, can he?” I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them.
Tomura turned to me, his grin wide and unsettling. “No. He can’t. Nomu will kill him, and then we’ll show the world that All Might is nothing more than a relic of a broken age.”
But just as those words left Tomura’s mouth, All Might let out a battle cry. His body tensed, and his expression became fierce. He planted his feet and, in an instant, unleashed an overwhelming barrage of punches, faster, harder than before. The Nomu, though powerful, began to stagger under the sheer force of the attack. All Might wasn’t giving up.
I could feel the energy in the air shift. The students, sensing the change, ready to step in
“That’s... impossible,” Tomura snarled, his hands clenched into fists. “Nomu was made to kill him!”
All Might let out a final, deafening roar as he delivered a crushing blow to Nomu, sending it flying across the arena. The creature’s body crashed into the wall, creating a crater in the concrete. It didn’t get up.
The silence that followed was deafening. For a moment, no one moved. The villains that were still conscious stared in disbelief, while the students that remained looked in relief and victory. All Might stood tall, his chest heaving, but there was a faint smile on his face, a smile that said he had won.
“No!” Tomura screamed, his hands flying to his neck as he scratched at his skin in frustration. “This can’t be happening! This wasn’t supposed to happen!”
Kurogiri beside him, his voice steady. “We must retreat, Tomura. We’ve lost this battle.”
"They're here," was all I could manage to say as the atmosphere shifted, the other heroes had arrived.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Tomura looked as though he wanted to tear everything apart, I know that look. Tomura began to charge in a fit of rage, his arm extended. Gunshots rang out across the battlefield, and I turned just in time to see Tomura stumble, a spray of blood trailing from his arm. Panic surged through me as I saw the source, Snipe, the pro hero with deadly aim, was closing in on us, his gun raised and ready to fire again.
“Tomura!” I cried out, instinctively moving closer to him as he gripped his bleeding arm, his face contorted in pain and frustration. The wild glee he had shown moments before was gone, replaced with a desperate fury.
“Damn it!” Tomura hissed, his eyes darting around as he tried to calculate his next move. His usually composed demeanor was cracking under the pressure, and I could feel my own panic rising in response. We had to get out of here.
Kurogiri began to form a portal, and I hesitated for a split second, looking back at the battle-scarred arena. The mission was a failure. We stepped through the swirling darkness, as I dragged Tomura’s body I cast one last glance at the battlefield. I couldn’t help but look towards the Erasure Hero, battered and broken, who was being carried away by the students. I looked down, Tomura’s blood still stained the ground where we had stood. The portal closed.
And just like that, we were gone.
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Notes:
QUIRK:Energy Siphon, allows her to absorb the ambient energy of those around her, storing it to unleash powerful blasts or enhance her abilities. However, the more energy she uses, the greater the physical and mental toll, large blasts leave her exhausted, and pushing too far risks injury or incapacitation. She can also sense the energy signatures and "emotions" of others, which can be overwhelming in crowded areas, and may lead to sensory overload.
While her quirk is powerful, its dependency on external sources and the strain it puts on her body keeps her from becoming too overpowered.Finally he's here!!!
Heads up loves, I might be going back to once a week like originally planned since it'll be easier now that class is starting up again next week maybe twice a week.
Also I still cant figure out what's going on with my notes so if u see a second authors note at the end ignore it!
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Chapter 5: Why Does It Matter?
Notes:
It's so late T^T I had so much to do today... Tho I'm so excited for this chapter and next >^
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Chapter Text
It had been a few weeks since the USJ, the league was all over the news. I took a slow drag from the cigarette, the smoke curling lazily in the air as I tried to steady my thoughts. The ache from earlier was still there, gnawing at the edges of my mind. I couldn't shake it, the feeling of familiarity when I saw him, the way his eyes had locked onto mine for that brief, agonizing moment. I exhaled, forcing myself to focus on the present. Though something about him had lodged itself in my thoughts ever since the attack, and I couldn’t shake it.
I exhaled, watching the smoke dissolve, wishing the uneasy feeling in my chest would disappear with it. But no matter how much I smoked, the nagging sensation remained. I crushed the cigarette against the ashtray beside me, leaning back in my seat. The room was dimly lit, with Tomura standing across from me, eyes glued to the TV screen.
The sports festival.
His focus was unsettling, like he was dissecting every movement on the screen.I leaned forward slightly, curiosity getting the better of me. The flickering images of UA students flashed across the screen. Each one of them is striving, pushing their limits to be the best. It wasn’t the event itself that had caught my attention, but the way Tomura watched it. His red eyes narrowed, fingers curling into fists as names and faces appeared. in front of me, loud and energetic, the perfect contrast to the eerie silence that filled the room. I hadn’t been paying attention until now, but Tomura had been watching for a while.
He wasn't just watching. He was studying them.
I frowned, glancing at him from the corner of my eye. His red eyes followed every movement, every fight, analyzing every student on the field.
"Why are you watching this?"I asked, nodding toward the screen. “Why are you watching the sports festival?”
Tomura didn’t look away from the screen. "That kid," he muttered, his eyes narrowing, pointing lazily at the green-haired boy in the arena. "His power... It feels like All Might."
I blinked, taken aback. He’d said the same thing back at USJ, but I hadn’t thought much of it then. Just another of Tomura’s wild theories. "Why does it matter?"
He finally tore his gaze from the screen, his expression cold. "Because he could be All Might’s successor. And if he is, I need to stop him before he becomes a threat."
I raised an eyebrow. “Successor?”
He nodded slowly. “If he is... that brat inherited All Might’s power. That makes him a threat. Someone I need to stop.”
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, glancing back at the screen. The students kept fighting, oblivious to the fact that someone like Tomura was watching, planning. The students were still competing in the first round, their names flashing in bold letters across the screen as Present Mic’s voice echoed in the background. I could hear his familiar, upbeat tone, but it wasn’t him that caught my attention.
“Let’s see if our students-in-training can handle this obstacle course, Eraserhead!”
My heart stopped. That name …his name.
The camera panned briefly to the announcer’s booth, showing him sitting there, silent as ever, wrapped in bandages from head to toe. His face was mostly obscured, but I didn’t need to see it to recognize him. Eraserhead.
A wave of guilt hit me so hard it almost made me gasp. I had done that. The injuries, the bandages, it was because of me. I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms, trying to steady my breathing. What was wrong with me? Why did this bother me so much?
I was a villain. This was my life.. My job was to serve Tomura, to follow orders. I couldn’t afford to question it, and yet...
I stole a glance at Tomura. He was still focused on the screen, unaware of my internal struggle. Still recovering from his own injuries, he seemed more determined than ever to bring down UA, to destroy the heroes. And I was just a tool to help him do it.
So why did hearing his voice make me feel like everything I was doing was wrong?
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Notes:
After these chapters the story really takes off! (Can't wait!)
I'm so tired...Good night ~(≖-≖ ~)
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Chapter 6: Why can't I move on?
Notes:
Hey everyone,
Before we get to the story, I just wanted to take a moment to acknowledge the loss of someone who meant a lot to so many of us. The news of Liam Payne's death is devastating. Today officially marks a week. Even though Some may not have known him personally, his presence, talent, and impact shaped our lives in ways. It’s okay to feel sad, hurt, or even lost during this time. Grief doesn’t require personal closeness, when someone becomes an inspiration or brings joy into your world, their absence leaves a real void.
If any of you need a place to talk, vent, or just reflect, I’m here. You’re not alone in how you feel. It’s okay to mourn, to process this in your own way, and to remember that loss like this affects everyone differently. This is a devastating moment, but we can find comfort in knowing we’re not alone in our emotions.
Take care of yourselves, and feel free to reach out if you need anything.
With love,
Ash <3
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It had been weeks since the USJ attack, yet something about that girl had lodged itself in my mind. I only caught a glimpse of her, a flash of her face in the chaos, but that split second was enough to distract me, enough to make me lose focus. And I paid for that mistake. The Nomu almost finished me off because I let my guard down.
I shouldn’t be thinking about this. She wasn’t anyone important. Or at least, she shouldn’t have been.
The girl looked so much like someone I once knew. Someone from a different life. But it wasn’t her, there were differences. Her hair was darker, her demeanor colder. And she had a quirk. That alone made it impossible. Y/N never had a quirk. She was quirkless. But the girl I saw at USJ wielded energy blasts with deadly precision.
It’s not her.
And yet, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
“Let’s see if these students can handle this obstacle course, Eraserhead!”
Hizashi’s voice echoed through the stadium, snapping me back to the present. I blinked and refocused my eyes on the arena. The Sports Festival had already started, and my students were making their moves. This was where my focus needed to be.
“Yo, Shota.”
Hizashi’s voice was quieter this time, meant only for me. He leaned closer, concern softening his usual booming tone. “You’ve been off since the attack. You sure you’re alright?”
“I’m fine, Mic,” I muttered without looking his way. I adjusted in my seat, the bandages around my ribs pulling tight, a reminder of what I’d nearly lost that day. “Just in pain. Nothing more.”
Hizashi didn’t seem convinced, but he let it go. Instead, he turned back to his microphone, resuming his commentary with the kind of enthusiasm only he could bring.
“Alright, folks, here we go! Let’s see what these Kids are made of!”
The crowd roared, but the sound barely registered. My eyes followed my students as they ran through the course, but my thoughts drifted back to her. The girl from my past. The one I’d tried to forget.
She had disappeared years ago, leaving a hole in my life I never managed to fill. I buried myself in my work, in my students, because moving on wasn’t an option. Hizashi, Nemuri, and the others always encouraged me to meet new people, to move forward. But I couldn’t. Not really.
I had been stupid to believe she might still be out there.
My fists clenched beneath the bandages, and I winced at the dull ache in my hands. The girl from USJ couldn’t have been Y/N. I knew that. It was impossible. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.
Her face, the way she moved, it felt familiar. But it wasn’t her. It couldn’t be her.
I let my guard down once, and it almost cost me my life. I wouldn’t make that mistake again.
“Shota, seriously,” Hizashi said, cutting through the noise around us. “You’ve been staring off into space more than usual. Are you sure you’re good?”
“I said I’m fine, Mic.” I shot him a quick look, sharp enough to end the conversation. “It’s just the pain. I don't need your worry.”
Hizashi held my gaze for a moment, his expression unreadable, but eventually nodded. He knew me too well to believe my excuses, but I didn’t have the energy to explain what was really bothering me. How could I tell him that the past I’d tried so hard to bury was suddenly haunting me because of a stranger’s face?
I needed to let her go.
The girl at USJ wasn’t Y/N. She was just another villain, nothing more. Y/N would never have become that. She couldn’t have.
And yet, the feeling lingered. That gnawing sense of recognition refused to leave.
I leaned back in my seat, exhaling slowly, trying to shake the thoughts away. I had a job to do. These students needed me to guide them. I couldn’t get lost in the ghosts of my past, not now.
She’s gone, Shota. Accept it.
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Notes:
I also want to sincerely apologize for not updating on Monday, I was at a memorial and stayed till late then Yesterday I was swamped with classwork its been a stressful week T^T. 10/23/24
I'm sorry for the short chapter too...
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(its a cat this time since this is an Aizawa POV chapter)
Chapter 7: One More Round?
Notes:
AUTHORS NOTE: HAPPY HALLOWEEN MY LOVES!!!
Today's my favourite holiday I'm so excited! what is everyone dressing up as?
Today's a short (Side) chapter since I have so much to do!
I'm sorry for not posting on schedule I'll do my best to get back on that! 10/31/24
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Chapter Text
Tomura’s eyes narrow at the screen, his hands gripping the controller a little too tight. "You’re cheating."
I smirk, tilting my head to hide my amusement. "You just suck at this."
"Do not," he mutters, furiously mashing buttons as his character dies for the fifth time. The familiar defeat jingle chimes, sealing his fate once more.
"That’s what they all say." I stretch out, lounging back against the cushions as if this is just too easy. Watching him get frustrated might be the highlight of my week.
Tomura leans forward, gripping the controller like it’s the only thing keeping him from exploding. His Superman charges in again, just for me to dodge Harley Quinn, landing a devastating combo.
"Goddammit!" He snarls, smashing the buttons harder as though brute force might help.
"How about I let you take a hit?" I ask, the grin on my face widening. I know exactly how he’ll respond, but it’s fun to dangle the offer anyway.
He turns, shooting me a sharp side-eye glare. "I don’t need your pity."
"Suit yourself." I execute Harley’s ultimate attack, watching with delight as she bazookas Superman clear off the screen. "KNOCKOUT!" flashes in bold, mocking letters.
Tomura drags a hand down his face with a low groan. "This game is broken."
"Nah, you’re just trash," I tease, nudging him with my shoulder.
He tosses his controller onto the couch, arms folding as he sulks.
"One more match," he demands, voice tense. "You won’t win this time."
"You said that the last five matches," I remind him, barely containing my laughter.
He glares at me, and I swear if looks could kill, I’d be six feet under by now.
"Okay," I say with a mischievous glint in my eye. "How about this, if I win again, you have to cut your hair."
Tomura’s head jerks toward me, and I can see the slightest flicker of alarm in his expression.
"It’s getting long," I add with a grin, ruffling his unruly hair just to mess with him.
"Quit it," he grumbles, nudging me off, but I catch the faintest ghost of a smile before it disappears behind his scowl.
His eyes narrow in suspicion, but I can see the gears turning. "Fine. But if I win, you’re making dinner."
I snort. "You don’t even eat real food."
"Not the point."
"Deal."
The match countdown begins, and Tomura rolls his shoulders like this is his last chance at redemption. I settled back into the couch, fully relaxed.
For a moment, I consider letting him win, just this once.
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Notes:
Again sorry for the really short chapter and not posting on time its been a hectic week and right now I'm visiting a friend!
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