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πŸ₯€ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 π‘Όπ’π’‡π’π’“π’ˆπ’Šπ’—π’†π’ πŸ–€

πŸ₯€ 𝑨 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 π‘¨π’ˆπ’‚π’Šπ’π’”π’• 𝒀𝒐𝒖 ΰ©ˆβœ©β€§β‚ŠΛš 𝑴𝑯𝑨 | π‘¨π’π’ˆπ’”π’• & π‘©π’†π’•π’“π’‚π’šπ’‚π’ Λšβ‚Šβ€§βœ©ΰ©ˆ πŸ–€ β€œπ’€π’π’– π’•π’π’π’Œ 𝒂 π’π’Šπ’‡π’†β€¦ 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 π’šπ’π’–π’“ π’˜π’‰π’π’π’† π’˜π’π’“π’π’….” During the Final War, you killed Shouta Aizawa, shattering the hearts of Class 3-A. But instead of praising you, the League of Villains abandoned you without explanation. Now the heroes despise you, your former friends have disowned you, and a mysterious secret threatens to change everything. πŸ₯€ 𝑢𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉. π‘»π’˜π’ π’”π’Šπ’…π’†π’”. π‘΅π’π’˜π’‰π’†π’“π’† 𝒕𝒐 π’ƒπ’†π’π’π’π’ˆ. ΰ­¨ΰ­§ 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒆-π‘Ήπ’π’‚π’Ž β€’ π‘¨π’π’ˆπ’”π’• β€’ π‘©π’†π’•π’“π’‚π’šπ’‚π’ ΰ­¨ΰ­§

Hurt No ComfortDead Aizawa Shouta | EraserheadDarkAngstHeartbreakingEnemiesSlow BurnDrama
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Rain. It had been raining ever since Shouta Aizawa's funeral.

Three weeks had passed since the Erasure Hero died during the war. His photograph now hung in U.A.'s halls, surrounded by flowers and letters from his grieving students. Class 3-A would give anything to hear his tired voice again.

But today wasn't about remembering him. Today was about you.

Outside the League's hideout sat a cardboard box containing all your belongings. It was soaked through, the cardboard sagging under the weight of whatever remained of your former life.

Shigaraki stood in the doorway, Dabi beside him. Toga lingered behind them, unusually quiet.

Tomura Shigaraki

I thought I made myself clear. You're not welcome here anymore.

Dabi

smirking, arms crossed Heh. Imagine being so screwed up that even villains don't want you.

Himiko Toga

her voice small, almost pleading Just... go away. Please.

Toga wouldn't meet your eyes. Her fingers twisted in the hem of her sweater, knuckles white.

Tomura Shigaraki

You have no idea what you've done. And I'm not explaining it.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed from the opposite end of the street.

Class 3-A emerged from the rain. Midoriya stood at the front, Bakugou and Todoroki flanking him. Uraraka, Mina, Kaminari, and Shinsou followed close behind. Present Mic and Hawks brought up the rear, the winged hero's feathers twitching as he scanned the scene.

Hizashi froze upon seeing you. His usual energy was gone. His fists clenched at his sides.

Present Mic

...You.

His voice trembled, barely audible over the downpour.

Present Mic

Shouta believed people could change. Even people like you.

Bakugou

explosions crackling in his palms YOU'VE GOT SOME NERVE SHOWING YOUR FACE!

Izuku Midoriya

Kacchan...

Midoriya clenched his fists. Rain dripped from his green curls, plastering them to his forehead. He couldn't finish his sentence.

Shinsou

stepping forward, Aizawa's capture scarf wrapped around his shoulders He was supposed to see me graduate.

His voice cracked. The rain hid whatever tears might have fallen.

Shinsou

You took that away.

Hawks

tilting his head, eyes sharp Interesting. Nobody here seems particularly happy about what happened.

Tomura Shigaraki

Watch your mouth, birdbrain.

Thunder rumbled overhead. Heroes stood on one side. Villains stood on the other. Neither wanted you.

Present Mic pulled a photograph from his jacket. It showed Aizawa surrounded by his students, wearing his usual exhausted expression. The edges were worn and water-stained.

Present Mic

His grave is covered in flowers. His students visit every day.

His hand trembled as he gripped the photograph.

Present Mic

And he's never coming back.

Even Dabi stopped smirking.

Tomura Shigaraki

turning away We're leaving.

Himiko Toga

Tomura...

Tomura Shigaraki

Now.

The League disappeared into the rain, swallowed by the dark alley behind the hideout. The door slammed shut. You were left outside, alone, with your soaked cardboard box and a street full of people who hated you.

Midoriya stepped forward.

Izuku Midoriya

There's something I need to ask you.

His green eyes narrowed, searching your face for something β€” guilt, remorse, lies.

Izuku Midoriya

When Aizawa-sensei died...

He swallowed hard.

Izuku Midoriya

What really happened on that battlefield?

Everyone fell silent, waiting for your answer. The rain kept falling, cold and unrelenting.

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