Ohmytheon notes: Okay, so the first half of this chapter is kind of a recap of the last chapter, but from a different POV. Most people know by now how much I love Aizawa. A big part of this fic is that Touya isn't always the most reliable of narrators, which is why it is important that we (the readers) are able to view him from someone else's perspective. Someone like Aizawa is able to pick up on things that Touya keeps from others and himself, both intentionally and unintentionally. Touya's used to playing close to the vest. He's opening up slowly to the other students and U.A. staff, along with us. Also, I just really love writing Touya from other people's POVs. It's interesting compared to how he views himself. The song for this chapter is "Savages" by Marina and the Diamonds.

Humans aren't gonna behave
As we think we always should
Yeah, we can be bad as we can be good

It was Toshinori's class, but Aizawa had decided to watch over it today. They had talked about it earlier when Nezu and Aizawa had explained the situation and both of them had agreed that it would be for the best. This would be the first time that Touya used his quirk - the first time he was allowed to use it - and they had no idea how it would turn out. If something went south, Aizawa knew that he would be able to put an end to things quickly with his quirk. Toshinori had never seen Dabi in action before and would be at a disadvantage. However, the goal was to avoid needing to get involved.

Considering Touya's quirk, Aizawa was...intrigued. Many of the kids at U.A. casually used their quirks even outside of class, but he had noticed that Touya hadn't so far. Maybe it had to do with coming off as less threatening. His blue flames were a signature of Dabi for these kids and he was trying to distance himself from his future self as much as possible. In class, he was mild and quiet. He let the others talk over and guide him, although wariness never left his eyes. It was like he was soaking everything in while staying under the radar to avoid attention. If this was how he'd been before, it was no wonder that they'd missed him. He was good at not standing out.

As long as he didn't use his quirk.

Something else was bothering Aizawa though. The first time he had talked with Touya, confronting him about who he was and what he knew, he had been wearing quirk inhibitor braces that let off a warning sound if the wearer tried to use their quirk. They'd gone off, but it was clear to Aizawa that he hadn't wanted to attack him. It was almost like he hadn't been aware of his quirk at all. Then there had been the confrontation with Endeavor. Aizawa had readied himself to erase any attempted use of quirks, even Endeavor's, but then Touya didn't even try to defend himself. He'd even flinched away from his father's flames.

What was it that Touya had said during that interview? "There's a flaw in my design."

Had he meant with his quirk? With him? He'd called himself a mistake. This was before he'd turned into a villain. What exactly had he meant?

To be honest, Aizawa hadn't expected Touya to open up completely right away even though U.A. was going out on a huge limb for him. If there was one thing clear about him, it was that he trusted no one. Shouto's memories of him were good but contradicted a lot of what they could glean from Touya's school records and what they knew about Dabi. It sounded a lot like a big brother doing what he could to shield his little brother from the truth and there was a shame set in Touya's shoulders that didn't entirely come from finding out he'd become a villain.

There was a disconnect between the Touya's behavior and the truth and Aizawa had a feeling that it had something to do with his quirk. Between the records of his quirk injuries, his hiding his lineage to attend U.A. as a General Studies student, and the power that Aizawa had experienced firsthand at the U.A. Training Camp, something was wrong. This hero class would be the first step to figuring that out.

That was if the entire building wasn't blown to bits.

Aizawa stayed in the background by himself to watch as the teams and fights were randomly chosen. The dismay had been obvious on Toshinori's face when he realized that Touya's team had been picked to fight Bakugou's. It was only because he was hidden in the dark that Aizawa put a hand on his face and inwardly groaned. Now they knew how this was going to end: not well.

A nasty grin had cut itself across Bakugou's face and he'd tightened his hands into fists. This was what he'd been waiting for. His partner, Sato, sighed in acceptance. Kaminari, who had been paired with Touya, cringed and then muttered something under his breath that had Sero patting him on the back. All Touya did was roll his eyes up to the ceiling and shake his head, as if questioning the choices of a higher power. Todoroki glanced at his brother questioningly, but said nothing when Touya walked by and pat him on the shoulder.

Now the two teams were in position and there was nowhere else to run. Toshinori had an earpiece that linked him with the other students while everyone was left to only watch, which seemed to frustrate Todoroki, who stood off to the side with his arms crossed. Aizawa had gotten fairly skilled at lipreading during his time as an underground pro hero and watched the screens carefully in order to figure out their plans. He had to be one step ahead of him if them was going to keep Bakugou or Touya from doing any serious damage. Hopefully, they would stick to the lesson, but there was always the chance of error when combining such powerful quirks.

Without even being able to hear, it was obvious that Bakugou's plan was to attack first and hard. He didn't want to give Touya a chance to fight back. In the beginning, this would've been a lot more difficult for him. It still was since his emotions were running high. He had a habit of overdoing his quirk when he was like this, which would work against him in this lesson where restraint was key. Aizawa saw the exact moment when Sato pointed that out and Bakugou snapped at him.

It was different on the screen that showed Touya and Kaminari. The former was crouched down, examining the area with a sharp gaze. While his face remained as indifferent as usual, there was something brighter about his eyes now, how they moved from building to building, like he was making a mental map. The moment he started talking and turned to face Kaminari, his eyes dimmed, turning him back into the teenager who didn't care about what was going on. It was a subtle but remarkable change. Kaminari immediately relaxed once he came to the conclusion that Touya wasn't a threat, at least not right now.

Without hearing them, it was harder to tell what their strategy was. Aizawa could remember how powerful and hot Dabi's flames had been when he'd unleashed his quirk as clear as day. It had nearly taken him out. Touya would not be able to go to such lengths in order to defeat Bakugou. If he wanted to win, he would have to be clever. He might've had some training with Endeavor, but it might not stack up compared to the training that Bakugou had been put through so far.

Had Aizawa been in Touya's shoes, he would do what he could to force Bakugou into a corner. It would infuriate him and likely cause him to lash out. Fire was a good quirk to do that with. Touya could use his flames to keep Bakugou at bay, seeing as how Bakugou needed to be close in order to maximize personal damage without causing a lot of collateral damage. Force him to explode and he would take himself down.

That was, of course, as long as Touya had control over his quirk. The injuries in his school records and Recovery Girl's memories suggested otherwise. He was sixteen though and, with a father like Endeavor, he should've been able to control it just as well as these kids. So why did Kaminari look so confused on the screen whereas Touya was intense and anxious?

As soon as the buzzer sounded, both teams started to move. All the students in the class pressed closer to the screens as if they'd be able to see better. Standing in front of them, Toshinori watched attentively, like any good teacher, but there was concern in the way he held his shoulders. Aizawa had half a mind to go down there, but he wouldn't be able to see exactly what was going on without them seeing him. He stood next to the door, ready to run in at the first sign of serious trouble, but for now, all he could do was...have a little faith.

He had to trust that Bakugou wouldn't go too far over the line. Over the past year, he'd learned that there were certain things that heroes didn't do and had been forced to edit himself. This was an unprecedented situation, of course, but he could tell the difference between right and wrong. Aizawa also had to trust Touya on some level, which was admittedly more difficult. So far, he seemed intent on staying out of trouble, no matter how many times it found him, but there was always a chance that he was hiding more than Aizawa knew.

Touya came off as a good kid, but this had been the start of him becoming a villain. There was darkness planted in him that he either wasn't fully aware of or was keeping a secret.

"Are they just gonna hide the whole time?" Kirishima asked.

Indeed, it did look as if that was Touya and Kaminari's plan. They'd picked out a building and then went their separate ways, the former racing up the stairs to the second floor while the latter stayed on the first level. Once they found positions that allowed them a good view of what was around them, they readied themselves and waited. Had they gone with a plan to run out the clock? They couldn't hope to entirely avoid a confrontation. That wasn't the point of the lesson. Kaminari would know that and Bakugou wouldn't let them. Besides, as much as Touya hid in class, Aizawa had a feeling that he was more clever than that.

"Bakugou is not going to be happy if they do that," Ashido said. "I hope he doesn't get mad at Kaminari."

"Nah," Sero replied, "he knows that it's not Kaminari's fault that he was paired with...Touya."

Todoroki eyed the pair briefly before returning his gaze to the screens. It was only the second full day. The U.A. staff had known that it would take time for even the friendliest students to get used to this. It would've been better if they had been able to hold off on doing a lesson like this until later, but they couldn't afford to hold the class back so close to the end of the year. It wouldn't be fair to them. They were also making it a point to not treat Touya any differently from the others and changing the lesson to tailor him would no doubt irritate and humiliate him.

Kirishima pressed his hands together. "Uh oh."

They had seen it before Touya did. He'd turned his back to look out the window, putting himself in a vulnerable position. Bakugou wasn't known for being quiet, but he could do sneak attacks just as well as anyone. Touya must have heard the explosion because he dodged at the last second, quicker than Midoriya had the first time that Bakugou had used this strategy. When he rolled onto his feet again, he looked ready to attack. Aizawa straightened up. Toshinori clenched the mic tighter. Everyone else leaned forward, excited and nervous to see what would happen next, ready to see a massive amount of fireworks.

Except there weren't any. Bakugou was relentless in his attacks whereas Touya did just enough to block them. He caught a leg in the middle that clearly knocked the air out of him, but instead of lashing out, he said something that infuriated Bakugou and made him lash out. He used his explosions to power his punches, but Touya still didn't use his quirk to defend himself. Using his forearms and palms must've hurt. He didn't flinch though. Sweat dripped down his face, more than Aizawa thought typical. It was like he was restraining Bakugou and himself.

Todoroki grit his teeth. "Why isn't he using his quirk to defend himself?"

"It...looks like he's doing it on purpose," Midoriya pointed out thoughtfully, as if to himself.

"That's crazy!" Uraraka exclaimed. "There's no way he can win against Bakugou without it."

Midoriya held his chin in one hand while he pressed the other down on the control panel and leaned even closer to the screen focused on Touya. He'd just taken a direct hit from Bakugou with his palm that had left his arm shaking and shoved him backwards. Of course this would pique Midoriya's interest. He'd tried to fight Bakugou without using his quirk too and that had been almost a year ago. Bakugou had gotten much stronger since then. His reason had been that he couldn't control his quirk and could only use it at a hundred percent, to the point where it hurt himself and destroyed everything around him.

"No one's even paying attention to Kaminari and Sato," Yaoyorozu said, pointing at the screen depicting their fight. The more sweets that Sato consumed to make himself stronger in order to attack Kaminari, the more damage he caused. Meanwhile, it was more difficult for Kaminari to control the direction of his electric shocks, but one that he was able to pass harmlessly through the ground struck Sato.

Yaoyorozu had a point. Touya was drawing Bakugou's attention, causing him to act out and forget everything else. The more frustrated he became over not getting what he wanted, the more damage he created on accident. It was the best possible outcome for Touya's team, even if it meant Touya taking the brunt of Bakugou's wrath, which had been unavoidable anyways.

"Oh wow, he's running away!" Sero yelled excitedly.

Everyone jumped when Bakugou launched himself forward and crashed into Touya. A few of the students cringed when Touya's foot caught on the ground and the two of them were sent spiralling out of control. He crashed on the ground hard and rolled around while Bakugou managed to steady himself with his quirk. The painful landing didn't allow Touya any time to dodge another attack. Bakugou was on him with an explosion that would singe his eyebrows off.

The burst of blue fire that Touya shoved from his palm made nearly everyone gasp and some of them jump back. Even Aizawa tensed. The flames had taken up the entire screen, blocking everything from sight, but when they receded, they saw that Bakugou had managed to avoid getting hit too much by jumping back. A handful of students, notably the ones closer to Bakugou, relaxed, but Todoroki didn't and neither did Toshinori.

The fight wasn't over yet. In fact, the true one had just begun.

This time, when Bakugou attacked him, Touya countered with his flames. It forced Bakugou to keep a distance or fight through the fire. The blue flames were able to cut through the explosions. Instead of looking stronger for defending himself with his quirk though, he looked worse, his face pale except for his red cheeks as even more sweat covered his face. He looked feverish.

A wince went through the class when Bakugou managed a direct hit. Most would have screamed in pain after getting hit like that, but Touya bit his tongue. He'd probably experienced much worse while training with Endeavor. In fact, this was probably similar to what he'd gone through before coming to U.A., considering how strong and knowledgeable Todoroki had been upon being accepted. It had been obvious that Todoroki had had quirk training before coming here. Touya clearly had some, but not nearly as much.

What the hell did you do to these kids, Endeavor? Aizawa wondered. He was incredibly hard on his students to the point where it shocked some people, but this didn't feel right.

He glanced at the clock, noting that time was almost up, and turned back to the screen right when Touya was hit by an explosion and fell back while countering with his own fire. It was too much though, far too much, a huge escalation from what he'd been throwing out earlier.

Uraraka gasped, bringing her hands to her mouth. "He's really hurt!"

Touya did look like he was in bad shape now, but strangely, it wasn't where Bakugou's explosions had hit him. He was holding onto his right arm, the one that he had been mostly using his quirk with. On the screen below them, Kaminari dodged a hit from Sato, who hit a pillar instead, which caused the building to rumble. Sato landed a left hook, but was shocked by Kaminari the second he made contact. It was large enough to distract both Bakugou and Touya above them, a look of realization crossing the former's face.

They had not only known that Bakugou would go after Touya no matter what; they'd counted on it and planned on running the clock down as much as possible.

Midoriya slammed his other hand down on the control panel. "Kacchan's going for an AP Shot!"

At the same time, Touya reared his left arm back and wild blue flames covered it, like he was building up power before shooting it off.

Aizawa heard Toshinori saying his name, but he was already halfway down the stairs. He burst through the door to the outside and was running across the street when a large explosion rattled the ground and blue and orange fire exploded out of building in front of him, causing half the windows on the second floor to shatter. As a body was thrown out the window next to the alley, Aizawa jumped and used one half of his scarves to pull himself onto a fire escape while the other half wrapped around the body. He tugged hard and was nearly jerked off the fire escape, holding on with only one hand, but he managed to keep them from hitting the ground.

Only then did Aizawa stop to see who had been thrown out the window. It was Touya. He hung limply in the scarves, his head hanging back so that his hair was just barely grazing the ground and his arms pressed to his sides. With his eyes closed and his lips parted, it was clear that he was unconscious. He must have blacked out when his and Bakugou's quirks had crashed together or when he'd been knocked out the window. His face was relatively unmarked, all things considered. He must've been able to shield his face with his right arm.

Coughing from inside the building brought Aizawa's eyes upward. Bakugou staggered into view through the broken window, coughing into one hand and waving away smoke with the other. "Is he alive? Is that asshole alive?" He coughed again and then leaned over to look down. When he saw Touya, wrapped in Aizawa's scarves inches from the ground and out of it but breathing, he stared down for a moment with a strange look on his face before he seemed to realize what he was doing and scowled viciously. "That idiot. With a burst of fire like that against my AP Shot, he could've gotten himself killed."

Aizawa let Touya's body gently rest on the ground and then dropped down into the alley. Kaminari and Sato came running out just in time to watch as his scarves returned to him. When he'd pictured getting involved in this fight, it had been with his quirk, but there hadn't been any time.

Kaminari skidded to a halt and hissed through his teeth as he ran his fingers through his hair. "Oh, man, oh man, I knew shit had gone south when I heard that explosion." He took a step towards Touya and then halted, either of his own accord or because Bakugou had stepped outside with them. "Is he okay?"

"Yes, just unconscious," Aizawa confirmed. It was nothing Recovery Girl couldn't fix. That wasn't going to be fun for anyone involved. She would be furious with them for landing Touya back in her care, especially considering the nature of his file.

Satisfied with the answer, Kaminari turned to Bakugou. "Are you okay?"

"Of course I am," Bakugou snapped. "Why the hell wouldn't I be?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe because that was a massive as hell explosion and it looks like you're wearing a sleeveless athletic uniform with burn holes in it?" Kaminari retorted. As Bakugou gave himself a lookover and grumbled under his breath in irritation, Aizawa looked him over. It looked exactly like that. He'd used his arms to shield himself as well; the sleeves were mostly gone and his arms were red and there were black patches where fire had briefly caught and he'd patted it down. He'd have to go to Recovery Girl as well. It wouldn't be pretty.

"Aizawa!" Turning around, he saw Toshinori heading towards them, faster than normal. Skeletal and weak as he may look, he was stronger and capable of more than he appeared. Maybe he couldn't run for as long, but that wouldn't stop him from rushing out to check on one of his students. Behind him were the bots with the stretcher that would take Touya to Recovery Girl. "How is it?"

"Worse than it looks," Aizawa said.

Toshinori nodded his head. "You three, back to the control room."

Sato and Kaminari nodded their heads and left with the latter glancing back at Touya and then Bakugou before vanishing through the door. It was hard to tell what he was thinking. On one hand, Bakugou was one of his closest friends and he'd been in the remedial classroom at the U.A. Training Camp when Dabi's second clone had attacked them. On the other hand, he had been Touya's partner today and, depending on what their conversation had been about, probably knew a little more about him than some of the others. Only Toshinori knew. They would have to speak about it later.

Bakugou was a little more stubborn. He watched as the bots carefully loaded Touya on the stretcher. It was even more difficult to figure out what he was thinking. He still looked mad as all get out, but Aizawa kept thinking about the look on his face when he'd first seen Touya's unconscious body. It had looked an awful lot like...fear. As if he'd been afraid he really had killed Touya or severely wounded him. Bakugou was a lot of things, but cold-hearted was not one of them, even if he did try to come off like nothing affected him.

"You'll need to see Recovery Girl once she's finished taking care of him," Toshinori told him.

"Whatever," Bakugou mumbled before he stomped away, leaving Toshinori and Aizawa alone with Touya.

Once he was through the door, Toshinori sighed and slumped his shoulders. "This is bad."

"It could have been much worse," Aizawa said mildly.

"His first real hero class and he's been blown up and thrown out a window," Toshinori pointed out with much more emphasis. "We put our students through this intense and dangerous training because their jobs as pro heroes will be even more so, but when I see them like this…"

Aizawa had a feeling that Touya wouldn't consider this moment to be as bad as others that he'd lived through, but he didn't want to bring that up with Toshinori at the moment.

Walking over to Touya, Aizawa bent down to get a closer look at him before the bots took him away. His uniform didn't suffer was many burns on the chest or legs, but his left sleeve was gone. It wasn't tattered and scorched like Bakugou's had been; it was like it been completely incinerated like Todoroki's had when he had first used his flames during the Sports Festival. It must have been from when he'd allowed the fire to crawl all the way up his arm before throwing it away from him at Bakugou. He'd only used his hand to create flames on his right.

What really caught Aizawa's attention and made him narrow his eyes were the burns on Touya's arm. Now that he was closer, he could see them much more clearly. They were much uglier than the ones on Bakugou's arms, as if he'd been holding his arm over a fire for a while. He had been in a way; his whole arm had been on fire. On his right, his skin was red, the burn continuing underneath his intact sleeve, but it wasn't as bad. His flames hadn't covered it completely.

Still, it was unusual. When Endeavor and Todoroki used their flames, they didn't suffer consequences like this. Was it a side effect of making his flames too hot? Of pushing himself too hard? Would they have to teach him to cool them down?

Even worse, these burns reminded him painfully of the even uglier ones on Dabi, which led the way to some nasty and unfortunate implications.

"He'll be okay," Aizawa said as he stood up and the bots took Touya away.

"This is the second time in three days that he's been knocked unconscious." Toshinori groaned, the sound of a tired teacher with a long day ahead of him still. "Maybe bringing him into this so quickly was a bad idea."

Aizawa slipped his hands into his pockets. "Getting into the hero course was his dream. I thought I was the one that cut those short, not you." It was still easy to rile the former number one hero up. He was so emotional. They had known this would be hard on Touya and the students, but it was proving to be difficult for the teachers as well. Yamada had admitted to struggling with knowing how to treat Touya, seeing as how he'd been against this whole thing in the beginning, and Kayama had felt guilty when she'd realized that he remembered her but she could barely recall him. "I'll speak with him when he wakes up. If he feels like this is too much, we'll figure something out."

"You don't think he will though," Toshinori said.

"Something happened to him to drive him from dreaming of becoming a hero to becoming a villain," Aizawa replied. "Maybe a lot of somethings. I think he's more determined to prove his future self wrong and somehow change it than we are." He looked up to the second floor of the building, his eyes roving over the shattered windows. "Did you see someone that was willing to give up on the screens?"

Toshinori didn't need to respond for Aizawa to know the answer. It was a resounding no . Despite his either avoidance and hesitancy to use his quirk, Touya had not been giving up. Even when he ran away, it had been a part of his strategy to win. That was what Aizawa had seen: that Touya was someone was willing to go the distance and throw everything he had into coming out on top.

So what had happened?

Or had he simply decided to carve another path there?

For some people, the idea of becoming a villain was rock bottom. Judging from the way Touya spoke of them, he certainly considered that to be the truth now. However, when Aizawa had seen him as Dabi, he'd been one of the most powerful and feared members of the League of Villains. He'd become every bit as notorious as he could have as a hero, just in a different way. It was unsettling how parallel those two paths could be at times and, in a way, Touya was on both of them.

It had been three days since he'd given Dabi the go-ahead to destroy the support equipment warehouse and they hadn't heard a word from him since.

Shigaraki was more than irritated. Dabi had proven himself to be a reliable member of the League of Villains, but he had a mind of his own as well and went off the rail at times. He'd gotten better at working on a team (something that all villains could stand to work on), but he still had that loner mentality too. Powerful as he was, he could be as unpredictable as his quirk and had been from the start.

It was times like these when he cursed the fact that Dabi was so damn hard-headed. Shigaraki knew that he should've sent someone else with him, but Dabi had been adamant that he could do it on his own. "Why send two people to do a one-man job?" he'd pointed out in that bored drawl of his. It was like he only had two modes: zero or one-hundred. They'd met each other at the latter and hadn't killed each other yet. Back then, Kurogiri had considered that enough of a success to vouch for him.

Originally, the plan had been to send Twice and Spinner to take care of the warehouse, but Dabi had been the one to come up with the idea to strike the heroes in the support department and had wanted to be the one to go. Considering the nature of his quirk, he had a more personal stake in it. He knew what it was like to need the technology that helped a hero.

Getting that bit of information out of Dabi had been almost as painful as getting shot at the USJ and Shigaraki didn't believe that he had been fully honest. Only Giran, who had come up with the Vanguard's villain costumes and equipment, knew the truth, but Shigaraki hadn't attempted to pry it out of him. Dabi hiding things from them was nothing new, seeing as how that wasn't even his real name. He'd tell them when he was ready.

In the end, Shigaraki had agreed and sent Dabi to destroy the warehouse. He'd left with an almost gleeful grin on his face, waving and telling them to keep a close eye on the news. It would be flashy; that was for sure. With those blue flames, he had begun to leave his mark everywhere. It was good for the League. His quirk was much more destructive than most people's and he could get the job done faster.

So where the hell was that asshole?

"Has anyone heard from Dabi recently?" Shigaraki demanded as he walked into the room.

Toga was sitting upside down on the couch, her knees hooked over the back while her head dangled where her feet should've been. "I sent him a bunch of messages and he never responded." She casually twirled a knife in her fingers and began to straighten out her nails with it. "That's not like him! He usually at least tells me to shut up."

"Actually, I checked yesterday and he left his phone in his room," Mr. Compress pointed out from his seat. "You know we're not to take them on missions."

Huffing to herself, Toga lifted her legs and slid them to the side, rotating herself back upright. "What if I want to get someone's number?" she mumbled to herself, as if the fact that she would most likely be trying to attack or kill whoever she came across during a mission didn't put a damper on her getting a person's number.

"So he hasn't been back since he attacked the warehouse," Shigaraki said.

"Which we know he did," Spinner added. "We saw it on the news. Man, those flames were massive!"

"There was no mention of his capture," Mr. Compress supplied, thoughtfully stroking his chin. His favored mask was resting next to him at the moment. He'd gotten more comfortable not wearing them all the time. "They would have said something if he had been. Dabi is of some notoriety."

And heroes couldn't help but brag about their accomplishments. If Dabi had been captured, they would've blasted it all over the news in an attempt to shake up the League.

"Should we look for him?" Twice asked emphatically. "What if he abandoned us?"

Shigaraki shook his head. "He wouldn't just leave ."

That was one thing that he was certain about. As much as they sometimes got close to coming to blows with each other and despite how aloof he came off, Shigaraki trusted Dabi. He was committed to their cause. He had his own reasons, of course, not that he would tell them beyond wanting to continue Stain's legacy. He'd grown into his position in the League though. Made it his own. He wouldn't fulfill his mission, one that he had come up with and volunteered for, and then just vanish off the face of the earth. There were things that he still had to do - things he wanted to accomplish and destroy.

Dabi wouldn't just leave them.

But his disappearance brought up a lot of questions and none of them were good. They needed to get to the bottom of this. Dabi was an important member of the League. He had to be found.

Mistystarshine notes: So we went with the option that went best with the narrative flow, but I will admit, there was serious discussion of putting the end scene at the top just so it would come off as: "Where the hell is Dabi?" *Gilligan cut to Touya being blasted out of a window*

I loved working on this chapter, but don't have much to say about it because all of my good insightful stuff is spoiler-ridden or might make things too obvious. I'll get wordy later on though! Promise! To make it up to you, here are some of my highlight comments from when we were editing the chapter:

- "tfw shigaraki fucking tomura shows more genuine care for his people than endeavor does for his children"
- When All Might groans about Ryouta getting knocked unconscious twice in less than a week: *insert izuku flashback montage*