/Bonjour. I am here for the third time. This story is not really gaining much traction- however this is fine. I will be more willing to get it to end sooner than dragging it out. lmfao. Anyways- we are in chapter three of this book now. A little shaking- kinda. I was expecting to no even reach chapter two- but I am somehow still inspired enough to write. See you in the next chapter if there is one.
All of the students and the fellows that came there after stayed until the day was over. Enji stood away from most of the others. Grieving- in his own way. Something that people already thought was not going to happen. Inko sits down on the grass that rested directly over her own sons grave- hugging his tombstone as she cried out all of her aches and pains with the concrete memorial.
Beru and Ganma Asui were both sitting near their daughters grave with a fire-fly jar in their hand. Tsuyu liked to watch the fireflies outside on their lawn when she was a tadpole. Their son and other daughter couldn't come to the site that day- so they just went over to a relatives house.
Iida's Mother and brother both showed up late- because Tensei was being pushed around in a wheelchair. He probably would be for the rest of his life.
Tensei stared at the gravestone of his brother- and felt himself scowl in anger. Not at his fallen sibling, but at the world. He already almost died. Getting attacked by that damn Hero Killer Stain left him without his free movement. Getting attacked by this mysterious villain lead to a violent, terrifying ending.
"It's not fair..." Tensei grit his teeth as he looks down at the grave again. "It's not fucking fair..." He slammed his fist down on the arm of his wheelchair. "Life is never fair.. but this... it shouldn't have happened." The growls out. "I am supposed to die before my own younger sibling is! I am supposed to leave and watch my younger brother pass away in peace in his sleep. Like all people who lived out their lives should!"
The shouting nearly fell on deaf ears. Everyone was still lost in their own thoughts.
One of the most depressing sights, though- was Inko. Ever since she got there- she hadn't stopped sobbing. She was all alone now. Her husband had left a long time ago- and her son had been dead. No matter how long of a time passed- she couldn't stop her winding thoughts.
"I wand to be just like All Might when I grow up!"
"I'm so sorry, Izuku..."
"Mom... I love you. Even though I can't stay here as regularly as I want to. Because of a villain attack, we will have to move into the dorms..."
"It's okay... don't forget to come and visit me... okay?"
"I promise."
Memories often felt like a sense of mockery when you lost the ones you love. Your brain is taunting you... saying that you will never be able to do those things again. No matter how much they want to.
The BakuSquad were all sitting together behind a couple of the graves, talking to each other as they shared a drink of some kind. Something that was brought along with them- seeing as they got permission to spend the whole day there.
Aizawa sat on the pavement- watching all of his students pay respect to their fallen classmates. He only sights, and brings his knees closer to his chest as he frowns to himself. More and more guilt was filling his mind, and he hated it.
It was just so easy to blame himself. He should have done something more, even if he didn't have the ability to use his quirk. He should have done more to keep them safe because he is the adult. Should have- could have-would have. It was all just a self-initiated blame-game. An addicting game with twisted rules.
"Are you okay..? I mean.. I know you aren't- but I just wanted to ask..." there was a gentle hand on his shoulder. Toshinori stood there, looking down at the younger teacher as he sat down next to him.
The blonde, almost skeleton-like man mimicked the others sitting position- looking over to the graves of the students once more. He was disappointed. Mainly in himself- more than anything.
He had let Inko down in keeping her son safe. He couldn't go into battle because he couldn't use his already dwindling quirk- and because of a forcefield.
"Problem Children- it's time to go back to the dorms. Make sure to grab all of your things." The dark haired man called out over to his students who look at him. Most of them seeming to show signs of distaste. None of them wanted to leave. Not yet.
"Sensei.. can't we have.. just... 10 more minutes?" Jirou asked the man as she stood up, brushing some of the grass off of her pants.
The dark haired man gave up- and nodded, calling Nezu with a small sigh.
"Nezu, we will be staying here late again today. Can you make sure that some teachers are waiting by the gates until we get there?" He questioned into the phone. "Mhm- yeah. I got it. Yeah. Thank you." he hung up the phone right afterward.
During the 10 minutes of wait-time, Ochako's parents came and sat near the grieving teacher, followed by Inko- and the Asui couple. All of the adults talked among each other. Mostly trying to tell the heroes that they didn't blame them for the death of their children.
No matter how easy it would be to attempt blaming them. To get the pain, and anger out on someone. Anyone that could take it. They had to accept that it wasn't his fault. Coming to that concluding far before the bushy-haired man ever would.
An alarm goes off on Aizawa's phone, and the man grumbled, standing up. "Problem children.. we really need to go now. You all got 10 more minutes. We can come back again in a few days.. alright?"
All of the students silently nodded, before standing up, and walking with each other to line up. Katsuki taking up the back as he kicks the grass in subtle anger.
With little word to each other- the students, adults and teachers left the graveyard. Leaving their gifts at the graves of their friends. The silence of the sunset was somewhat calming. It had stopped raining a while ago- at least.
The class separates from everyone but their sensei, following him to the dorm building with no objection.
Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.
((To be continued))