˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥┆Every single friday night in the city of Musutafu, there is a truce between the League of Villians and the teachers at UA. During these peaceful friday nights, the leagues base doubles as an actual bar exclusively for heroes. Will these F...
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He vaguely remembers talking to Kayama and Yamada about something menial while the kids messed on behind the bar. It was a good night, he thinks, one of the best in a while. It really is such a shame it ended with him inhaling a mouth full of concrete dust.
After the explosion, his memory gets foggy. The explosion itself though, very clear, almost too clear. Clear to the point where T̷͍̟̿ȩ̷͎̓͗̃n̷̼͙̄̕k̴͚̥͒o̴̳̜͌͑́ thinks it'll haunt his nightmares. Everything had been so normal and then it just hadn't. Sensei was there, he caused the bang. God, it was such a lethal show of power; he doesn't think anyone aside from himself and the league survived it.
Initially he had been knocked out, a stray chunk of wall clocking right in the back of the head shooting a piercing stab of pain into his eyes until his vision darkened. A small part of him wished his eyes stayed closed but no, consciousness gracefully returned to him with the added bonus of a searing headache.
The sight wasn't pretty. There was alot of red. Dust mixed with the metallic scent of blood creating a noxious scent that almost pushed the v̴̘̋i̷̟̔l̸̺̿l̵͔͑a̷̼̓i̴̲̋n̵̫͒?̵̯̅ right back into the inky void again. His heroes were splayed across the damged wooden floor all in various states of wellbeing varying from: shit to sickeningly shit.
It was this sight that made T̷͍̟̿ȩ̷͎̓͗̃n̷̼͙̄̕k̴͚̥͒o̴̳̜͌͑́ really associate the happy-go-lucky adults and kids he'd gotten to know with real heroes, trained to act in a split second in order to protect others. It was so obvious from the way Aizawa leapt in front of Yamada who tried to reach their son; he didn't make it. No, Hitoshi had cradled by Monoma while Kaminari lurched for Yamada's hand. Izuku Midoriya finally reached Bakugo's hand as they sank against the wall, fingers intertwined. Fuzzily, he could make out Dabi's shaking hands hovering above Todoroki while the remains of the ice chunk the halfa put up for protection melted away.
Kayama, Vlad and Thirteen had tried to reach the kids too. They also failed. The League was shell shocked and rightly so, this scene was something out of a horror movie; such a stark change from the earlier atmosphere of family like gatherings. He could see Sensei just hovering outside of the massive hole he created in T̷͍̟̿ȩ̷͎̓͗̃n̷̼͙̄̕k̴͚̥͒o̴̳̜͌͑́'s bar. The man looked proud, like he just succeeded at clay pidgeon shooting for the first time; thats all his friends were though, right? Clay Pigeons.
"Tomura." Sensei had said, gracefully floating down to the wooden floor, taking big, urgent strides toward T̷͍̟̿ȩ̷͎̓͗̃n̷̼͙̄̕k̴͚̥͒o̴̳̜͌͑́. "Are you finished playing now, my boy?" And that really said it all, didn't it? He didn't fool, Sensei all those weeks ago: Sensei had fooled him because Sensei knows everything, Sensei knew everything. The v̴̘̋i̷̟̔l̸̺̿l̵͔͑a̷̼̓i̴̲̋n̵̫͒?̵̯̅ was frozen, only able to swallow his own saliva thickly. He didn't mean to lead his heroes down the garden path, or maybe he subconsciously did.
