The anger. It was deep inside of him, nearly hidden by the mask he wore. You could feel it emanating out of him. His bright crimson eyes, seething with anger, with hurt, peeking out from between grey fingers. He had you cornered, pushed against the wall of the bar in which he and his colleagues usually spent time planning villainy.

You were used to his childish tantrums, but this one was different. Even when he was angry with you in the past, he would never place more than three fingers on you. He was scared - no, terrified - to hurt the one person that he felt made his life have meaning. This time, four of his fingers gripped your throat, his middle growing ever closer to touching the skin on your neck. Once that happened, it was over. His quirk was deadly, but he was always careful with you.

His breathing was harsh. Your (e/c) orbs had filled to the brim with tears. You opened your mouth to speak, but could not even muster out a single word before his rough, scratchy voice seemed to erupt from nowhere to speak to you first, finally breaking the silence. "Now, now, (y/n). Why do you look so scared?" The corners of his mouth could be seen turning up into that sadistic smile he had, even underneath the mask. "I thought we had shared quite the connection. But you - you have been such a damn pain recently, and today you have thrown me over the edge. You shouldn't be scared - I'm just making things easier for both of us."

The man behind the bar glanced in your direction. He was the only other person around, and he watched on, cleaning the shot glasses that lay on the counter. He was neatly dressed, as always, and you stared into the yellow abyss of his eyes, begging him for help.

Finally, he spoke up. "Shigaraki Tomura," he began. "It is not my place to ask. However, I must know - what has happened to cause you to be in such a hurry to get rid of her?" He placed the newly cleaned shot glass underneath the bar and hung up the towel he had used to clean it. Shigaraki froze, as if now even angrier to have to recall what you had done to him. He looked over at Kurogiri behind the bar, but before he could speak he was given one final piece of advice from his colleague. "I will not get in your way when you are like this. I just ask that you think things through." The mist-man turned away from the action, rendering you helpless once again.

Though he was gazing in the opposite direction for the moment, you dared not to move. He hadn't restrained your hands, but you knew that one wrong move and you would be crumbling under the hands of someone you had previously looked up to. Kurogiri's words echoed in your head. "What has happened…. To cause you to…. Be in such a hurry…. To get rid of her…." What had happened? You stared at the man who held your life in his fingertips, trying to remember where you went wrong.

Three Months Earlier

"The prestigious school that turned out many heroes: U.A. High School. Enrolled in their Hero course, I continue to run towards my dream, standing up to any difficulties and saving people with a smile… in order to become the greatest hero!"

"(Y/n)!" The voice of your mother interrupted the introduction to the show you were currently binge-watching. "Hurry up and get down here! This food isn't going to eat itself!" You could smell the food she had prepared for you from your room, and your stomach rumbled. You had just started a new episode, but the smell of bacon and eggs emanating from the kitchen was too much to resist. You let out a deep sigh, closed your laptop, and exited your room.

"You know, (y/n)," your mother continued once you had joined her in the kitchen, "today is the first day of Summer vacation." You nodded, grabbing a plate to load up your breakfast. "I figured it's been a while since the last time we did anything together during your break." You sat across the table from her, looking into her dark eyes as your took a bite of the scrambled eggs she had made. You raised one eyebrow at her, wondering just what she was getting at. "I figured that maybe… we could take a trip to Japan together? What do you say?"

Your (e/c) orbs widened ever so slightly at this statement. You gulped down the eggs that resided in your mouth, in disbelief as what your mother had said. The two of you had been alone for the last eight years, ever since your father had passed away from lung cancer. Since then, you had not taken any trips together. She has even mostly kept to herself, pushing you away. She has tried to make it up to you lately, and it was evident to you that she wanted to get closer to you again. This would be the first time ever leaving the country for you, and it seemed to be the ideal place in your mind. "Where were you thinking?"

"Well," she spoke in between bites of her own breakfast, "I was thinking I would let you decide where we go in Japan. I know you're really interested in those Japanese cartoons, and so I figured you might have more of an idea of what to do or where to go than I would." Your mother smiled nervously at you, scratching at the back of her neck. It was obvious to you that she had considered this idea for a while, and was looking for your approval.

You grinned at her. You had just recently watched an episode of your newest obsession which revolved around Hōsu city. It was depicted as a smaller town, and that seemed perfect for you. You and your mother were not fans of big crowds, so Tokyo was out of the question. "I think I have an idea." She looked at you with a twinkle in her eyes. "What if we went to Hōsu? It's not a very big place, but still will have a lot of culture that we can enjoy."

"That sounds perfect! I don't know where in Japan that is, but as long as we can get a flight in, it should be wonderful! I'm so glad you like the idea, (y/n)." She paused and briefly glanced at her plate of half-eaten breakfast. "I know it's been hard on both of us since your father passed. I've kept to myself most of these years, and it has been very hard to break free from that. I think this is just what we need to restore our bond." She held a fork in her hand, running it gently around the plate to distract herself from the thoughts of your father that plagued her. "What do you say we try to get a flight tonight?"

"I think tonight would be awesome! We have plenty of time to make arrangements and get packed." You stood up from the table, grabbing your empty plate. Excitement was all over your face. "I'll look into it right now! Mom, I think this is going to be so fun!" She let out a sigh of relief, curving one side of her face into another weak smile. She was elated that her idea for vacation went over so well with you, but she couldn't shake a strange feeling that lingered over her during your conversation. Something did not feel right, but in that moment, she had no idea why. She was happy to have pleased you, but she would soon realize that her feelings were valid.

It's been a long time since I've written anything. Please let me know what you all think in the comments! I will return with more chapters soon.