It wasn't long after I watched the video that I was reminded of what I had promised Asahi so long ago. I was walking to a rendezvous point after getting information for the League when I ran into a crowd of people. On a regular day, I would've walked on by, but the scene in front of the crowd was too interesting to pass by. The road and surrounding buildings were up in flames. Standing in the middle was this figure of dark green liquid. I looked closer to see a face trapped in the sludge. Only his eyes and ash blonde hair were poking out. It was sad to see a person in such a position. Helpless and unable to do anything. But it wasn't my place to step in with the plentiful amount of heroes that could do something. At least three. A shame they weren't doing anything though.

Suddenly, a boy—still in his school uniform—ran from the crowd and out into the road. He just ran. I couldn't tear my eyes away at this point. As the sludge villain went to attack, the boy threw his backpack at him and ended up hitting the villain in the eye. That one move allowed the ash blonde to move his face out of the villain so he could breathe. The schoolboy then started to claw at the sludge villain to assumably free his friend. Is was desperate and obviously not planned at all. The villain is literally liquid. Why not try to actually reach in and grab your friend instead of clawing at the outside? I don't understand people sometimes.

"My legs just started moving!" The schoolboy said. "Kacchan, I couldn't just stand there and watch you die." Of course he didn't have a plan! He wasn't planning on running head-first into the fight. He just did, without even thinking. He didn't pay attention to the fact that both of them could die. He didn't care. From where I stood, I believed that he would've rather died out there with his friend than stand by and watch. That kid deserves to become a hero. That was when I walked away. I didn't want to see them die. It's sad that a lot of the time, society's true heroes die before they can even become the heroes they were meant to be. Asahi was one of those. I just didn't want to see another Asahi die.

That's when a thought crossed my mind. Asahi had wanted to become a hero. And I had promised him something. I'm the kind of person that keeps their promises; I take them very seriously. I promised him that, when I got my Quirk, I would protect him as a hero. Now, I was avenging him as a villain. That wasn't what I had promised. As I continued my trek to the rendezvous point, I heard a loud noise coming from the area the villain was in and looked back to see a tornado there. A TORNADO? I suppose a hero came to help. Good.

That was the first time I had thought about escaping from the League. And it would not be the last.

Then, it came time for the USJ attack. I didn't do much when I was there. But that day changed me forever. Watching all of those kids fight for their lives for the sake of becoming heroes. And they won. I had to ask myself why I wasn't fighting. If these kids could be outnumbered five to one, and still come out standing, then what was stopping me from at least trying. My real purpose at the USJ was to survey, learn, and slow down All Might. In the end, I only did two of those things. I was given two knives and returned with neither one bloodied. I just couldn't do it. Not to someone who was just trying to save his student's lives.

I didn't do very much to help the students, though. I did Switch a few of them away from Kurogiri's warp gate, but that was pretty much it. I didn't hurt anyone that day, but I did get a nasty scar from one of Snipe's bullets in the back of my right calf. It healed pretty fine in the end with no permanent damage except for a nice scar that would forever remind me of that day.

It would also remind me of Shigaraki's outburst. He wasn't very mad at the fact we lost, he was mad I didn't do anything.

"I gave you one job." He said. Shigaraki's one of those silent-but-angry people. The quieter he gets, the madder he is. At that moment, he was hissing in my ear with a barely audible whisper and four fingers wrapped tightly around my forearm. "One little job. Stick a few knives in All Might to make it easier to defeat him. And you came back with a little bullet wound and clean knives. Don't disappoint me again." He shoved my arm away and walked off, leaving me frozen in place. Just one more reason I wanted to get out of there.

I attempted to escape three times between then and the training camp raid. Two times I hardly even got out the door before Kurogiri noticed me. The third was the latest one and the most hopeful. I got a couple of blocks before being taken back. That was when we had recruited Mr. Compress, and it wasn't hard for him to sneak up on me and use his Quirk. There had been other "attempts" but they were just hopes. Times when I thought no one was looking but realized there was no hope.

My hospital door slid open and snapped me from my past. I looked to see the same nurse that had brought me the textbook with a tray of food in hand. I looked longingly at the food and keep watching as she laid it on the table that was over my bed.

As soon as her hand left the tray, I said "Itadakimasu," grabbed the chopsticks, and dug in. There were noodles, fruit, a sort of salad, this wonderful tasting fish, and white rice. I grabbed the bowl of rice and ate a bit from that before moving to the noodles and fish. It was so good.

"Careful, if you eat too fast you could get sick." The nurse warned but chuckled a bit as she saw me wolf down the meal. I could've sworn my eyes were watering.

"It's delicious!" I said with a semi-full mouth. I knew it was rude but I hoped she could accept it just this once. I finished all of the food very quickly. My stomach was full to the brim with goodness.

"Gochisousamadeshita," I said after finishing. The nurse toon the food and told me to press the nurse button if my stomach felt bad or anything like that. Then, she left and I was set to read. The nice break for dinner pushed my memories of the League out of my thoughts.

I enjoyed the wave of relaxation that came with the reading. I flipped to a section about the cardiovascular system and skimmed through. Taking in each page to store for a later time inside my head. I made it about six pages before there was another interruption.

I heard a knock outside and looked up to see a woman in flowery blouse and jeans. It wasn't very formal but I didn't mind. When the only clothes you have seen for the entire day are hospital scrubs, you can't really complain about fashion choices. Her hair was a dark maroon with a bit of a pale complexion to compliment it. Two locks of hair on the side of her head were pulled back to reveal her freckles and maroon eyes. She was a quite beautiful lady and was probably in her mid-thirties.

She came over and sat by my hospital bed in the chair Tsukauchi had sat in. "Hi, Asuga. I'm here with child services." That one last sentence made my gut wrench. This was the conversation I was dreading.

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Ooh! More history! I love writing about that stuff! If you're wondering what "Itadakimasu" and "gochisousamadeshita" are, they're words used in Japan before and after a meal. "Itadakimasu" is probably one you've heard and it's most closely translated to "Thank you for the food" or "Let's eat." "Gochisousamadeshita" is a little less known but also closely translatable to "Thank you for the food" (but not "Let's eat). Just a side note: some Japanese people put their hands together in praying motion when saying these which Asuga tends to do, but she was very excited about the food since it was her first real dinner in six years (She did have breakfast and lunch but those weren't as exciting so I decided not to keep them in the chapter).

Peace!