It's so noisy tonight. A cold gust of wind blew into the face of annoyance, making them scowl even further, brows furrowing. "Why the hell is it so goddamn windy tonight? There was barely even any wind yesterday. And to top it off, it was raining the time we were setting up earlier. And why in the fuck is it so cold?" They were upset. Highly upset. This type of weather always made them feel…nostalgic, for the lack of a better word, about things they would much rather prefer to forget even if it meant the possibility of losing the small amount of good memories that came with the bad ones for good. They hated the way it made them feel on the inside.
"You sure do have a lot more complaints than you usually do. Can't you just shut up? I don't think your brows can furrow any further, dude. I mean, I know you have a natural scowling bitch face, but come on." They let out a low chuckle, walking with a little pep in their step.
"How about you shut—" They both came to an abrupt stop at the sound of footsteps running in the distance and the whispering of a voice.
"Yoru, what can you see and hear?"
Yoru's voice was low and quiet and it sounded like mere whispers as he spoke in a hushed tone. "He's talking to someone on the phone while he runs. The shadows are calling now… Yudoku, it's time."
The man named Yoru was leaning against the cold metal door that led them down from the top of the building they were on. Yudoku let out a huff as she pushed herself off of the rail she was leaning over.
"Shall we go then? I'm cold as shit and I'm bored." Yudoku was walking towards the edge of the building when Yoru opened his eyes to watch her. "How do you plan on killing him? Should we rip out his eyes or no?" Yoru pulled out a sword from the shadow to his left, slowly walking over to the edge as he prepared to leap.
During some time earlier, they had both been running and jumping from the top of buildings to another to get to the one they were on now. They had to get everything into place and wait for the cue to act. It was so late into the night when they first left out, which was around ten or eleven when they first left, and now it's around two in the morning.
"Better yet, how's bout we sew his eyes shut after we rip 'em out and then his mouth after we place the note in there?" Yudoku suggested while jumping down from the high, dusty building top. She was feeling quite lucky at the moment, though her world seemed dull. She landed on the ground with a huff and Yoru landed next not long after.
"Suit yourself. Just don't be too messy. I really don't want to clean up after you again…"
"Aw come on, it was just that one time. I was gonna clean up afterwards. I just needed to take a nap, I swear!"
Yoru scoffed and started walking ahead as he pulled out a sharp dagger, playing with the tip of it. "Yeah, right. Whatever…"
Yudoku skipped along as she too pulled out a sharp dagger, humming an eerie tune quietly to herself while with a sinister smile plastered onto her round face.
They walked through many different alleyways for about five minutes before coming to a stop behind a rundown building. Yudoku pulled out a mask that covered the bottom of her face only. The mask was an indigo color and curved upwards, going behind her ears, forming two bat like ears.
Yoru put on a mask that covered the top of his face, stopping a little past his nose. The mask resembled a wolf, its silver color shining in the night. He also wore a black mask on his mouth that only came up to the lower half of his nose, hiding his whole face as a result.
They stood still for a moment, backs pressed up against the cold, wet brick wall of the building they were hiding behind. All was quiet aside from the sound of rain hitting the ground. The air was cold as dark blue eyes stared into the gloomy night, ignoring the black, hooded eyes full of lust for blood as they awaited for the signal.
Yoru put one hand on the wall behind him before activating his quirk. He looked back to Yudoku and stared at her for a few seconds before saying, "It's the signal. Go." Yoru was soon gone from his position next to Yudoku seconds after he delved into the shadows that were cast upon the molding walls, pulling out a sword made from a shadow.
Yudoku's grin fell, having been replaced by a look of indifference. She looked at her companion and watched as he began walking behind their target, keeping some distance between them. She watched as he grabbed them by the neck with a shadow's hand to begin dragging them over to where she stood, pinning them against the wall she was leaning against.
Yudoku turned her head to look the angry man in his eyes, watching as he tried to struggle against the shadow's hold. "How unfortunate for this guy. It would seem luck isn't quite on his side." She put her right hand on his shoulder and watched as he began to struggle less.
The man's fear began to override his anger, petrifying him. He tried to start screaming, which Yoru noticed instantly. "Hey, Yudoku, remember how you suggested sewing his eyes and mouth shut earlier?"
Yudoku smiled at him. "Yeah, I do. Shall I get to it then?' She tilted her head to the right and stared the man pinned against the wall right in the eyes. "Yeah, sure. I'll carve him open so they can come put the bomb in him." Yoru held his sword up ready to strike when all of a sudden a loud noise could be heard to their left, causing him to let out a sigh. "It seems they've started doing their part of the plan now. They're already here." Yoru looked at the man that he had trapped, watching as his tears began to fall. "Let's just hurry and get this over with."
The sound of humming was all that filled the wet, empty streets. The rain continued to fall from the night sky, but ever so gently this time. No sounds of harsh splashing left to be heard, only the sound of a boy humming a soft tune as he walked along the bloody path, stepping over the burnt parts of a dead body.
His humming stops when he finds his target laying semi-conscious under a pile of rubble. He walks over to them and looks down, watching as their eyes began to close. "Aw, we can't have you dying here like this!~" The boy nudges his incapacitated target in the head with his foot. "Now can we, Aizawa?"
The boy pulled him from under the rumble and sat him aside so he could pull the man that was lying next to him out. "Ah, it's Tsukauchi." Looking at the detective now laying on his back, he saw that he too was unconscious, blood seeping from one of his arms with some of the skin having been burnt off. Aizawa was no better, for his left arm looks to have been blown off completely.
"Well, shit… I can't do my job if you two die on me." The boy pulls out his phone and calls the ambulance, ignoring the sounds of skulls being crushed. After calling them, he takes a moment to look at what was once a small hospital.
He watches as it continues to burn, only tearing his eyes away at the sound of footsteps a few seconds later. "Do you know who did this," The boy turns his head to look over his shoulder. "Tomu?"
Tomura walked over to the boy and leaned over his shoulder, keeping his hands off of him. "No, I don't. I came to ask you that, Izu."
Izuku sighed and turned around to face Tomura. "All I know is that they seem to want to make succeeding at my job even harder." Izuku looks down at the detective and saw that something was sticking out of his coat pocket. "There's a note in his pocket, albeit it's crumpled and a little bloody." After he picked it up, he took a picture of it and sent it to Tomura's phone.
"We should get out of here. The ambulance and most likely the police are on their way here." Izuku started walking towards the way he came, and soon, Tomura started going the opposite way, heading towards a black portal. Before stepping through, he turned his head to look back over his shoulder to say, "I'll have Kurogiri take a look at that note. If the person or people that did this get in the way of our plans, I'll make sure to kill them slowly," And with a sinister smile plastered on his face, he left, leaving the green haired boy to walk the lonely streets in the night.
With a huff, he kicks the dirt and continues walking. "Could've given me a lift too y'know…"
The walls, a pale white, were blurred through his dulled, black eyes. The sound of voices muffled to healing ears. A low cough reverberated through the quiet room, causing the voices to fall silent. A man with yellow hair sat beside the hospital bed, looking at the source of the cough with wide, teary eyes.
"A-Azaiwa," The name that left the man's mouth was strained and low, which was unusual for him. "I thought…" He took a moment to try and regain his voice, as it had been cracking here and there. "You're awake? Right?."
Aizawa opened his eyes, squinting at the harsh light being cast upon him. Looking over to his right, he could see the man with yellow hair staring at him. "Hiza-" His voice is hoarse as he tries to speak. "Hizashi, what… what happened?"
Hizashi looked at him with sad eyes, taking Aizawa's right hand in his own. "Your, uh… You lost… your left arm; from the elbow down to your hand…." Clearing his throat, Hizashi continued speaking. "You've been in a coma for three days going four. I didn't think you were gonna wake up any time soon…"
Tears began to well in green eyes as Hizashi pulls Aizawa into a gentle hug so he wouldn't hurt him. "I lost an arm…?" Aizawa's voice was almost inaudible as he spoke. "Well, at least I'm awake now. You don't have to worry now." Aizawa rubbed the top of his husband's messy head. It seems he hasn't styled it since he's been in the hospital, leaving it in a messy bun.
"It's my fault. I shouldn't have made you go out! Please, forgive me… I'm sorry, Aizawa." The tears began to flow as he couldn't hold them back any longer, sobbing on his shoulder.
Aizawa pulled back from the hug and held Hizashi in place, looking him in the eyes. In a stern voice, he tells him, "Don't you start with this. None of this is your fault and I have no reason to hold this against you." With a sigh, he adds. "I'm the one that decided to go take a look at the sound of the noise. So if anything, it all falls on me; there's no reason for you to be sorry."
Hizashi sniffles and grips Aizawa's shoulder tightly. And without another word spoken, he pulls him back into another hug, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. "And besides, I like it more when you're oh so obnoxiously loud. It isn't like you to be so quiet." Aizawa lets a small smirk rest on his face after saying that.
"Oh, shut up! You'll regret saying that, y'know!" Hizashi lets out a small laugh, color and life coming back into him.
"Shit, I'm already regretting it."
Toshinori steps inside his friend's room, taking a sit next to his bed after greeting him with a small smile. "How are feeling," He asks as he sits his basket of fruit down on the nightstand, running his hand across his face. "Tsukauchi?"
It's been some days now since he'd woken up. They just haven't released him yet. Something about might needing therapy sessions for his legs since they appeared to have taken some damage.
"I'm as good as I can be at the moment." He closes his eyes for a moment before opening them again. "I heard you'll be teaching at U.A. now."
"Ah, how'd you know? I didn't want to tell you until you got discharged." Came his reply as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.
"Hizashi came and told me before he went to Aizawa's room… Congratulations. I didn't think you'd say yes to it." Tsukauchi smiled at him, fingers twitching as he tried to put the feeling back into them.
Toshinori sighed as he shook his head and let out a small chuckle. "Of course he did."
The two spent hours talking, chatting about any to everything. It wasn't until late into the evening did Toshinori finally leave, taking an apple from the fruit basket with him. And as Tsukauchi watched him leave through the door, he began replaying the events that happened that led to him being in the hospital.
The detective mumbled under his breath as he thought. "I can't help but feel like I'm forgetting something important… But, what is it?"
Izuku looked at the note he sat on the table, contemplating as he read the note over. Dabi and Toga were out on a mission and wouldn't be back for a while. "I'll think about this later. I need to get back to training for the entrance exams.
It wasn't until he was hungry did he stop his training. After taking a quick shower, he grabbed his jacket, phone, and keys and left the house, heading to a food joint nearby. While walking, he took a chance to glance up at the sky, watching as the sun began to set, coloring the sky in an orange-pink hue.
As he continued to walk, he glared at an unnaturally skinny man with blonde hair that walked past him. Said man stopped and looked at him questioningly. Not knowing what he had done to have such hostility directed to him, he opted to ask the teen what was wrong. But before he could even open his mouth to speak, Izuku continued walking, letting a look of boredom rest on his face.
Izuku let his mind think. He doesn't remember me? Surely, I don't look that different from a year ago. "Oh, well. It doesn't matter anymore if he doesn't. It's better this way. Makes my job easier then." Izuku let out a huff as he walked into a fast food joint. Pizza it is!
Kurogiri looked at the picture Tomura held out to him on his phone. With a low sigh, he put the glass he was wiping back onto its shelf. "I'll have someone look into it. We can't have them interfering with our goal if it'll hinder us."
"Do you think Sensei would know anything about this group?"
Kurogiri was silent for a few seconds before saying with mirth dancing in his glowing eyes, "I can't say. Who am to tell?"
Tomura snarled, annoyed at his friend's-companion's answer. "Fuck you! This is why I don't like asking you shit about things like this. You and these elusive answers!"
Kurogiri chuckled before he spoke again. "Apologies, but, messing with you is quite easy. But to answer your question, no. I honestly don't know."
With a huff, Shigaraki walked up to his room. The sound of a thud was to be heard not long after the door closed. Kurogiri sighed once again as he began to start cleaning out a different glass that didn't need to be cleaned at all. He really needs to work on his temper.
Tomura had decided to play some games to calm down since he didn't want to start scratching at his neck again. Izuku would be pissed if he did it again.
While starting his game up, he took note to ask Sensei about the note some other time. Right now, he had a boss to beat.
Aizawa lay motionless in his bed as he stares up at the ceiling, blinking ever so slowly. It's eight hours since he's woken up. He'd probably guess that it's around eight something at night. Hizashi was asleep on the sofa across from his bed with Shinsou laying on the other one. He was told he'd be getting a prosthetic arm in about two months from now. Aizawa still couldn't believe it; he made it out alive… He'd thought for sure he was a goner.
Turning his head to the left to look at his husband sleeping soundly across from him, he lets a single tear roll down his face. Not long after, a broken, but quiet sob escapes his mouth as he silently cries. Be it tears of happiness or tears of overwhelmed emotions he knows not. He just knows he's grateful to still be here; to still be here with Hizashi, Shinsou, and his fluffball of a cat. Aizawa may look like a stoic bitch or may seem heartless, but it doesn't mean he isn't human; he has emotions too. And just like every other person, he cries, albeit seldom.
Soon quietening down from his burst, he gets out of his bed. There's been something on his mind and he needs to discuss it with Tsukauchi.
Hizashi had told him earlier that he was a hospital room down the hall from him, which is why he decided to speak with him now. As he walks to the detective's room, he can only hope he isn't asleep yet and that he still has the note.
