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Breaking Point[Tomura]

Trigger warnings are: Death, Mental Breakdown, Blood and throwing things. 

The fight had ended, the villains started retreating through a purple warp portal. Everyone was tired, bruised, bloody, and someone(Deku) had at least one broken bone. The smell of blood and sweat stained the area. Many not able to stand as they were waiting to be rushed to hospitals.

"Come" the blue haired villain had called. Immediately the villains that were alive or able to move had rushed to follow the command of their leader. All eager to leave anyways as they were beaten down by the heroes.

 Soon most had already gone through the portal, Shigaraki being the only one standing at the entrance making sure his favorite followers(friends) had gotten through safely. Though he would never admit it, he counted his favorites(friends) and would take note of which of them needed the most care and wether they were all there. He wouldn't leave without all of them if he could help it. He truly cared about those specific followers(friends). 

This time was no different, as the villains walked through the warp gate one after one he kept an eye out for his friends. He pointed them out in his mind.

'Knife crazy'

'Weird lizard mutant'

'Tophat'

'Scarface'

'Big sis'

He ticked them off in his head one by one. Oh thank god my frie- favorites are all here. He thought to himself about to travel through the portal. Wait he stops pausing right by the entrance one foot inside. Where's two face? I thought I- wait no I don't remember counting him. He pops himself inside the portal making sure it didn't yet close behind him. Ready to call for Twice the second someone told him where he was.

"Have any of you seen two fa- twice?" He called. The others all shook there heads and Himiko stood up looking at him sadly, tears forming in her normally blood crazed eyes.

"I did, he was in the battlefield and- well he was... it's not pretty... his mask was burned off during the fight and then he-he started breaking down, he couldn't fight properly and I couldn't help him I-I was useless." She breaks off in an ugly sob her normally happy crazy attitude turned sad, guilty, and angry. She falls back in her chair putting her hands in her face and letting the salty tears run down her chin.

"H-he *hiccup* was killed by the spiky blonde. He was blown up a-and I just watched as one of my best friends died in front of me, the other so called heroes were keeping me busy." She says spitting out the word heroes like it was ash on her tongue.

Shigaraki could feel his eyes tearing up. He had suspected the worst but for it to have happened. It broke him more. He looked around the group of villains to see that even Dabi was crying. The tears trickling down his cheeks.

"OUT" he yelled, furiously pointing towards the exit. The others startled freezing and then looking up at their furious seeming leader. "NOW"

They all quickly ran out shoving each other around to get out first. Shigaraki walks forward quickly pressing a hidden button on the wall that opened a door to his room the portal now long closed behind him ran into his second bedroom and immediately started throwing and shoving things around. Shattering his lamp and tearing apart his journals.

20 minutes later he was sitting on his bed his room around him torn apart stuffing ripped out of things, heads pulled of his childhood toys. Piles of ash and dust surrounded his bed the only remains of his now destroyed gaming console and papers and just random things in his room. Shattered glass was spread around the room just ready to stab anyone that would interpret the crying blue haired male.

He sat on his bed crying. Salty tears ran down his cheeks and into his mouth the mixing with the bile taste in his throat from the guilt and sadness that sat inside him. His face and cheeks were wet with tears and even drool came out of his mouth as he fell forwards grabbing at the sheets and smothering his face into them. Tears stained his sheets from him sobbing into them.

Again, it happened again. I can't believe I lost another freind. He-he was an amazing friend and person. The only thing wrong with him wasn't his fault. Those so called heroes have killed than a "villain" he thinks to himself as the tears run down into the sheets.

"AHHH FUCK THE SO CALLED HEROES!!" he screamed sitting up and digging his fingers into his scalp trying to distract from the pain of another loss. Then he lets go his old habits kicking in as he scratched furiously at his neck till it bled. The stinging sensation of his nails picking and scratching at the already torn skin on his neck. When he pulled his hands away his own blood stained his fingers partly form the blood on his neck and partly for: the fact he had chewed his nails till they dripped crimson red liquid. he grabbed at the sheets beside him trying to balance himself before falling onto his bed laying on his back.

The ruby red blood dripped from his neck down to his sheets mixing with the already drying tears as he covered his face with almost as bloody hands and fingers. "I'm sorry I couldn't help you Jin. You had more heart than any of those self proclaimed heroes." He stayed there for a while simply wallowing in sadness and guilt. a he didn't know how long, he didn't care. After a while he had been vaguely aware of someone entering the room and tending to his no longer bleeding wounds as he stared blankly at his ceiling.

"Kurogiri?" He whispered turning towards the black mist that resembles a man sitting next to him the sadness having already starting giving way to a new emotion, one that the boy was much more familiar with. Anger.

"Yes Tomura?"

"I'm going to kill them. All of those stupid fake "heroes"."

That's the end! Thank you for reading and don't forget to vote the story if you enjoyed!! It actually helps me as a Wattpad Author!!

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