title says it all
i don't usually take requests unless i genuinely really like them and have the motivation to write them, so expect most of these to be my own ideas
this is prob gonna be mostly bnha and jjba lol
LOL SORRY I LOVE WRITING ANGST anyways based off this
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yall havin a field trip to the land of feels LMAOO get ready xoxo i dont think it was as intense as the last one tho..?//
TW: major character death, shigaraki ugly cries, the whole LOV is sad/disappointed lol
Word count: 505 (IM GOING BACK TO 5O5 IF IT'S A SEVEN HOUR FLIGHT OR A FORTY-FIVE MINUTE DRIV-)
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"You were supposed to stop me!" The villain, Tomura Shigaraki, cried, cradling the lifeless hero's body. Shōta Aizawa lay there unresponsive and it wasn't like Tomura's frantic shaking and sobbing was doing any good. "You were supposed to save the day! You had everything you needed to bring me down! So why," He choked, his voice raspy with emotion, "Why am I still here? What went wrong?" His voice trembled as tears fell down onto the man below. "Please, wake up! I can't do this alone, I can't. . ."
His head fell down onto Shōta's chest, gripping the fabric of his bloody hero outfit as he sobbed into the shirt, his shoulders shaking with such fervor that it had started to hurt him a bit.
"Please come back, wake up, please, I can't do this without you, Shōta-"
Not too far away from the site, the rest of the League watched as their almighty boss crumbled, pulled down by the emotional shackles of the curse of love.
"So what do we do now?" A certain blonde asked quietly. She awkwardly stood there, knife in hand but lowered to her side. She was uncharacteristically solemn. "Tch, bastard had it coming anyways. Villains and heroes aren't supposed to be involved, he knows this." Dabi didn't say any more than that and began retreating back to the base, more than annoyed at the sight. Now they would have heroes on their asses for days, weeks, or maybe even months.
Kurogiri didn't say anything. It's not that he didn't have words to say, just that he didn't want to be the one to say them. As much as he wanted to comfort the young man, Dabi was right. They all knew he was right.
What felt like hours passed although it had only been a few minutes. Those minutes were filled with mostly silence besides for Tomura's weeping over Shōta's body. The heroes and cops would be there soon and they knew they had to leave. Kurogiri mumbled something towards Compress, and after some hesitation, Compress made his way over to Tomura. "Hey, we have to g-"
"No, I don't want to."
Compress stared at him before letting out a heavy sigh. He wrapped his arms around Tomura's, making sure to restrain him, and practically dragged him to the others.
"No! I want to stay here, let me go!" He kicked and screamed and cried, but Compress didn't let go. He continued to tightly hold onto Tomura until they were all warped back to the base. Tomura headed straight for whatever alcohol they had, body still shaking and shuddering from the sobs, grabbed a few bottles, and went to lock himself in his room.
Compress went somewhere outside but not too far. Dabi was probably gone to some other bar. Toga sat on a stool and quietly fiddled with her knife. Spinner sat next to her, looking down and tracing small circles into the wood of the bar counter. Kurogiri watched from behind the counter in silence.
Oh, what tragedy. _______________________________________
