Kacchan didn't come round that night.

Or the night after that.

And it was his fault.

Everything was his fault.

He just made everyone sad or miserable.

Or put them in danger.

There was no point in even trying to sleep, he knew he wouldn't be able to so he simply sat out on the balcony staring at his phone.

Even Touya wasn't replying to him.

Throwing the device back into the room he groaned, slumping onto his back against the wooden planks and scrubbing a hand down his face.

What was the point?

Touya should have been the one with all this, I mean, what was he even doing with it? Nothing. He was just a waste of space that drained the life out of everyone he came into contact with.

Seemed they were starting to realise that too.

Kacchan certainly had.

Maybe he did decide to ask Kirishima out and that's where he was.

The thought made him smile.

He wanted Kacchan to be happy; he deserved it after everything that had happened because of him. Being locked up in the facility for a whole week, fucking beaten half to death and periodically starved, yeah what a great deal, well worth having a new addition to the family, eh?

"You need to learn to keep your mouth shut, pet! But don't worry; we'll soon beat that right out of you."

"Why did you sell us out you piece of shit?!"

"Wow apparently they let villains in now!"

"You shouldn't be here!"

'You're nothing; you better do well to remember that, pet…'

'Pet reckons himself a hero, does he? Not with a quirk like yours. If you're not imprisoned before you're twenty it'll be a miracle…'

"What's the matter, pet?"

"I'm pretty sure you wouldn't try anything given how you immediately reverted back to the old pet the second you caught sight of me.

"I saw you in the sports festival, pretty villainous stuff."

"This one knows his place in the dirt at least; muzzled and obedient."

"SHUT UP!" He shouted, hands scratching at his ears, unshed tears in his eyes.

"Hey, pet."

Hitoshi's eyes widened in fear as Tomura appeared across the balcony.

His breathing halted as he backed away, scurrying to his feet, back hitting the railing.

"Get away from me…"

"Well that's no way to greet an old friend is it, pet? I thought we taught you better manners than that?"

"Get away from me!" He charged his tormentor, knocking him to the ground before following with a round of punches, each one sending Shigaraki's head slamming against the wooden planks.

Footsteps approached. He turned to see…

Takahashi.

"Are you not behaving again, pet? You know what happens when you don't behave. We're just going to have to give you a treatment to calm you down now aren't we?"

Hitoshi frantically shook his head as he backed away.

"NO I WON'T LET YOU TAKE ME!"

He slammed a punch across the doctor's face who countered seconds later by grabbing him round the waist.

"Calm down, pet."

"GET OFF ME!"

He fought the hands trying to hold him down as he lashed out.

"PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T TAKE ME THERE!"

Takahashi managed to overpower him, flipping him to his front and using his body weight to keep him against the wooden planks, pulling his arms behind him.

"NO! GET OFF ME!" He bucked against the hold, throwing his head back and striking Takahashi's nose causing the doctor to cry out, his grip disappearing.

Seeing his chance he scrambled to his feet. He needed an escape route but he was three floors up.

The choice between being taken back there and potentially dying from the fall seemed like a no brainer.

Taking a breath he rushed towards the railing, jumping up onto it before allowing himself to fall…

"NO!"

His shoulder popped from the socket and a few seconds later he felt the snap of his wrist from the jarred motion of someone grabbing him.

He dangled in the air as he looked up to see Tomura grinning down.

Gasping he raised his other hand, clawing at the grip trying to dislodge it.

"STOP!" Tomura's voice shouted in response. "You're gonna' fall!"

He sounded concerned.

That wasn't right.

Tomura wouldn't.

"Toshi please…" The voice begged.

Hitoshi gasped.

'Toshi'

Breathing heavily he looked up to see…

A very bloody and beat up Kacchan looking terrified.

"Kacchan?" His small voice whimpered.

There was a groan before he noticed Shouta. The erasure hero assisted his brother in pulling him over the balcony.

"Guh…" Kacchan groaned, slumping down on the wooden planks of the balcony, wincing in pain.

Frantic footsteps approached before a pyjama-clad Nemuri appeared, Hizashi looking ill behind her.

He looked up at her.

"It's going to be okay."

She blew the powder into his face…

And everything went black.