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"Quick, set the temperature to 42 degrees Celsius! Heat that shit!"
Running away from the girls in their class were the boys with Izuku being kidnapped like a log under Kaminari's and Kirishima's left arms. They were ahead of their fellow classmates enough to get into the boy's changing room and out of the grasp of the girls.
"Strip'em!"
The costume on Izuku's back flew off if him into the laundry hampers in record speed. Even Midoriya couldn't make sense of where he was fast enough before he got whisked away to another location.
"Rinse, lather, repeat!"
With one last triumphant slam dunk of the stunned Izuku into the hot water baths, the entire male population of class 1-A were all neck deep into the water and letting themselves be spirited off to paradise. They soaked up the soothing heat as Bakugou himself lagged behind to properly wash himself at the showers before joining his friends in the bath. In his usual gruff manner, he warned the rest of the young men there that nothing has changed after his one on one with Izuku. Nobody though Aill of the boy as they knew he was just a bit bashful for being so emotionally vulnerable in front of everybody.
After the baths, the dorm were all graced with the smells of something delicious cooking in the kitchen. Entering the commons, the students all saw Nakamura with a napping Eri in one of his arms. He lost none of his productivity, even with a sleeping child he was humming her favorite lullaby to.
Some were far too exhausted for their own good while others were starving for a delicious hot meal after the day they had to go through. Dinner was served quickly enough with crawfish paella as the primary dish.
Their savory meal greatly helped to quell the hunger that overcame the students. Haru gave everyone their space as he went upstairs to put Eri to bed in her room.
A quiet tension came over the group after Haru left them on their own. Given what had happened earlier, a lot of them felt conflicted in whether or not it should even be brought up in the first place. Shoto, in his usual blunt manner, spoke up first about what they saw a while ago back at the UA entrance.
"I've never seen Haru-San that angry before. You think he's okay?"
All the students were somewhat thankful for Shoto's lack of tact when it came to conversation. Now things can start to move forward in what they felt was an important topic.
"Yeah! I mean, isn't he usually? A guy that manly surely has his moments. He'll be back to Norman in no time, right guys?"
Kirishima greatly admired the man for the lessons in life he gained from Haru being in his life. Even Mina agreed with her middle school friend regarding Nakamura's emotional state, thinking that time would be the best thing for the man.
"I dunno, guys. I can't think of any other situation where someone I know pulled a gun in front of a grown like that."
"All he did was shoot it up into the air! Nobody got hurt; so that has to count for something, right?"
"Still, he said some pretty intense stuff back there. Are we sure that we can just leave him and hope that he'll be just fine?"
This discussion certainly had its finer points to be acknowledged. More than the act of firing a gun into the air, which in it of itself was pretty bad; the things he said after he buried the weapon into the concrete unveiled some serious anger issues. A few of the students were aware that the man could be extremely vindictive under the right circumstances, though what Nakamura said felt rather personal to him.
Midoriya once acknowledged his father figures flaws once upon a time. He told Haru he would accept these negative aspects as well as the positive ones when he asked for Nakamura's help in his time of need. To actually see so much rage be contained into one person…
Perhaps he needed to better himself in trying to get to know Haru. The past year or so has been nothing but a litany of hints that were pointing to Izuku being a bit negligent of the man who taught him almost everything he knows in being a man.
While the rest of the table were starting to veer of the original subject of conversation, Midoriya was feeling curious as to where All Might was at the moment. He ran away from the man and left the retired hero lying on the ground in the rain. Izuku could still see the look of despair on All Might's face as the teen heartlessly abandoned a man who was a near and dear mentor in his life.
There was a subtle prickling sensation on the back of his neck as Izuku realized someone was looking at him from behind. His quirk wasn't the source of the sensation, so turning around seemed to be a safe enough bet for Izuku to take. He jumped in his seat to see his mentor out in the nighttime rain with both arms on the window like a homeless child seeking shelter from the cold.
He was let in to then offer his apology to Midoriya in front of the other students. In his usual All Might fashion, he acknowledged the lack of help he offered his pupil for the past few weeks.
Izuku did his best to clear the air in saying that he never contacted the former hero in the first place, so it wasn't fair for All Might to think he was the one being negligent when he never had a chance to interact with Midoriya in the first place. These two managed to reconcile well enough as they finally spoke earnestly to one another for the first time in a long while. The others were watching on in silent admiration for the tender moment when Nakamura was seen exiting the building out the corner of Jiro's eye. She pointed out the retreating dorm mother to the others as Izuku started to follow Haru outside.
It had been All Might who managed to get the man walking through the rain to stop long enough.
"Haru!"
Hearing his fellow mentor use his first name so informally commanded the need for Nakamura's attention. Turning to face the others still being sheltered from the rain, the young students were at a loss for words regarding the expression they saw on their caretaker's face.
"What is it? Is everything alright?"
On Haru's face was an expression that could only be described by one word.
Unreadable.
Usually, Haru would wear his heart on his sleeve whenever he was here at UA as the student's dorm mother. If he was happy or sad, anybody looking in his general direction could tell with just one glance. This expression felt like nothing they've seen on Nakamura in the past. Such a neutral expression with nothing but a polite smile to add some minimal expression left the man completely unreadable.
Clearly, no one knew what to say with the lack of emotional context necessary for them to formulate something for Nakamura. All Might fell back to let the kids fight this battle. Whatever they wanted to say has to come from them alone.
"Is everything alright?"
Getting straight to the point was the best that Izuku could do in the situation. The answer to his question, however, put everyone back at square one within the context of the conversation.
"Of course. Why wouldn't they be? Is everything okay for you guys?"
Even the way he responded was the typical selfless deflection of focus that one uses to turn the questions back onto the one who asked. Now the ball was knocked back into the student's court.
"... Haru-san?"
"Yeah? What's up, kiddo?"
A moment of tense contemplation took over before Midoriya clenched his fists before asking the most important question on his mind. Taking a page out of Todoroki's book, Izuku proceeded to put his concerns out into the open.
"Would you ever lie to me? Ever?"
Tensions rose for the others who couldn't find it within themselves to give these two their space. Many of them were personally involved with this one man for much of their lives, if not to a very signifigant degree due to the importance of his presence in their lives. Much of Izuku's questions regarding his father were now out of sincere worry for his well-being. As Midoriya found more support to help him through his journey, he felt his mentor become increasingly alienated the more progress he made down his path.
Watching Haru take on such an aggressive mob by himself filled everyone with worry. They knew him to be incredibly strong in both willpower and skill as someone who was quirkless in a world filled with superhuman abilities. What they wanted for this man was for him to be safe and happy.
It dawned on everyone present that they wanted to help Nakamura, for once. His countless labors of love went unrewarded with only their verbal thanks being offered in return for his hard work.
"Of course I wouldn't lie to you. Don't be silly."
The smile on his face wasn't the smile they knew. A practiced expression like the one on his face felt wrong in so many ways.
"It's late. Get some rest and we'll see each other later. I have something important to do right now."
Not knowing why he felt so scared, Izuku felt himself react to the sight of Haru walking away from him into the night while being poured upon by the incessant rain.
"Da-"
A firm hand grabbed Izuku's shoulder before he could properly call out to the figure now disappearing into the dark rainfall. Looking up at All Might, Midoriya saw one of his mentors shake their head at Izuku's attempt to stop Nakamura from leaving. The teen gave the older man a look that asked why he would stop Izuku from calling out to his father. Only the last hint of Nakamura's figure could be seen before it vanished into the thickening rainfall and nighttime darkness.
"... You may not understand it now, young Midoriya, but there are some things that must be done alone when you become a man."
Hearing such a callous response felt wrong to the youth who heard the former hero speak. He didn't talk to them as All Might the hero, but as the man he was.
"Sometimes things aren't meant to be tackled with those who you share a bond with. Sometimes, the only thing you can do to overcome certain challenges are to take them on by yourself."
Everything Izuku heard All Might said was exactly the opposite of what he learned from his friends. Now he was just supposed to just let someone he loved walk their path of pain on their own? By the time Izuku turned his eyes back to the downpour occurring, Haru had already dissapeared from eyeshot. It filled the boy and the rest of the students with a bitter feeling that made them all feel sick to their stomach.
They could only hope that Haru wouldn't catch a cold for how underprepared he was with only the leather jacket being the singular protective thermal wear he took with him into the rain.
Tartaurus Prison
Pulling into the prison in the late hours of the evening was a black exotic sports car. The security gates allowed the vehicle to enter without the need to go through checks or personnel inspections. In fact, the occupant just exited their vehicle in front of the main entrance and tossed his keys to one of the officers who approached the man first. The other officers all tasked to stand to attention for this one person all stood in unison to honor the arrival of their organization leader.
Trailing rain water as he entered the main entrance, nobody but the receptionist and Tautarus staff were present to bow to Nakamura while he approached the woman at the front desk.
"He's ready for you in cell W-5e."
Without speaking, Haru went through the open door to his right with armed escorts guiding the man to his destination. These men knew better than to act out of conduct with the one who ruled the entity that controlled the ESD with an indestructible fist. Guiding him to the appropriate unit, the officers all stood next to one another next to the entrance of the cell that currently had a unique prisoner currently being detained within its confines.
The massive armored gate unsealed itself to allow the man who wanted to speak to the prisoner to enter.
Coming out of his anesthesia, All for One felt a deep sense of dread for what awaited him when he fully regained consciousness. For the past few months, the only times he was awake were only to be that one person's chew toy. Being woken up only led to him being mortally wounded in all sorts of horrific ways at the hands of Bloodsoaked.
Only the knowledge that his new vessel awaited him outside of these prison walls kept the man's mind clear enough to weather the insanity he almost felt himself break against after weeks of being in this hell.
Waking up in his wheelchair with his life support stabilizing him, the room looked incredibly larger than the usual cell he was used to being killed in over and over in. Ceilings as tall as a sports arena towered above him with the edges of the space escaping his peripheral vision. It had been such a large space that there was no echo due to the astinine size this room afforded. Stood in front of All for One was a person he didn't recognize in the least.
A few meters from All for One stood a man with white hair on their scalp and face. Identifying these unique features identified this person in All for One's mind as the one he stole Shigaraki from. A forgettable person who had no past or future in his eyes. A nobody worthy of none of his attention.
They were dripping wet in rain water while keeping their eyes on the floor between themselves and All for One. The infamous villain couldn't understand why this visit had someone as obscure as this individual face him.
"... here it is."
Their cryptic words went over All for One's head for a moment until the person further elaborated on what they meant to say.
"You wanted to know the person behind the mask? Here he is."
The entire world itself began to blossom open with the realization that All for One finally had the face of his tormentor memorized for his own uses. It didn't matter what he went through now; as long as he can continue to regenerate from his torture, one day will mark his inevitable escape. When that day comes…
"You know, looking at you reminds me of this little puppy I found as a child."
Only the empty silence of the room responded to the twisted villain who felt his confidence rise again at the knowledge he was now privy to.
"Such a cute little thing. I thought the world of it at first. Feeding and sheltering the small creature filled be with such joy as a child. People all around me were even complimenting me for being such a caring owner… And that's when it hit me."
Reminiscing on the memory seemed to fill the sadistic fiend with joy as he recalled what it was he did next.
"This thing was mine to do with as I pleased. Who were all these people to dictate what it was I felt with the treat,ent of my own property? I finally did as I pleased, and it was fucking heaven."
Gruesome details of abuse that were all out of selfish desires to increase his sense of self importance were shared with the silent figure that simply stood in front of the villain. Depriving food, physical torture, nothing was off the table for the sadist before he finally killed the poor animal when he finally got bored of its presence. One thing he saw that he could never forget from the creature filled the villain with joy as he looked at this person who finally decided to reveal themselves to the greatest villain known to society.
"Even that fucking thing had more than you. I have never seen such a lonely fuck like you that hasn't killed themselves yet."
As much as the villain could be seen as a being of pure cruelty; he had a way with reading people from a simple glance. He couldn't resist the sadistic call to exploit people as he usually did; not with his one ideal target serving themselves on a silver platter right in front of him like this.
"At least it thought it could feel love. You? You're even more hopeless than a fucking dog!"
The silent man who endured these cruel words took their first step towards the overconfident villain. No amount of pain inflicted onto his body could change the sheer joy he felt with the higher ground he knew was his.
"Something as lonely as you can't feel anything! I'm not even as isolated as you are, you sad fuck! How have you not killed yourself already?! Ha, I guess something as sad as you really has nothing to lose!"
These jeers didn't seem to have an effect on the man still walking with the urgency of a retiree.
"Are you really this sad?! This shit on your luck?!"
These taunts were about to reach their peak when the white haired man finally came to a stop in front of All for One in his wheelchair.
"What the fuck are you doing?! Jus-"
Stopping mid sentence, All for one started to choke up on his own words. His body suddenly couldn't move properly as the man started to speak. Haru responded with his own version of what All for One thought he had been doing to Nakamura.
"What's wrong? I should just what?"
Struggling to even speak was the villain that had been spewing venom at Nakamura. It seemed that the same venom was even more lethal for the one dishing it out in comparison.
"Oh? I'm sorry. It seems I should try to be a bit more considerate. After all…"
Seizures overtaking All for One caused a violent enough physical reaction for the villain to wriggle out of his life support and twist up in all sorts of strange ways due to his torture. The veins on his head were starting to bulge unnaturally before several of them started to burst with blood gushing out. Thrashing all around the floor was the villain previously gloating his supposed victory over his greatest enemy.
"You and I are the closest to one another in this fucked up shit. Why don't we get to know each other a bit better?"
The smile on Haru's face was twisted into something so inhumane that even All for One felt his heart drop like an overripe peach towards the earth at the sight of it.
"After all; we're already bonded in the most intimate of ways already. Why are you so scared of me?"
Another wave of nauseating agony took over All for One's already crippled body. His pain only fueled the joy Nakamura torturing this one person trapped by his means.
A single thought crossed All for One's mind as a possible reason all this pain was happening to him. The conveniently timed bouts of pain that coencided with Bloodsoaked's taunting. Feeling the sensation of his own power being used to tear him apart in ways only he knew of.
Horror overtook the villain in a single moment of realization. Although he couldn't see, he turned his head to his one true tormentor with only one question to confirm his worst fears.
"You?"
That look of hopeless anguish was what Haru needed out of All for One. This bottomless pit he felt himself plummet down suddenly felt a little less bottomless with that one expression committed to memory.
"N-n-n-no! NO! That's impossible! You can't-aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Haru was done with All for One. He had this criminal transferred to this underground cell to give the man one last fighting chance. Hearing the depraved taunts from the overconfident narcissist just made Haru go for the end of this interaction. This fuck may sicken him to his core, but he would be damned if it wasn't so much fun to see him suffer like this.
He heartlessly told his men to just stick the body into a secure cell on life support until he wanted the villain dead. Haru would eradicate All for One in the way that would torment this villain in the worst possible way conceivable. Walking away from the body, his pain felt all the more bearable with the knowledge this sick fuck would burn with him.