A well-hidden bar.
It was an uncanny yet familiar place.
Midoriya floated into the place unannounced, it was in shambles, completely destroyed. It was barely supporting itself, just a soft blow would do the trick.
"What happened...?" he looked around. His memory seemed so blurry, it almost felt like a dream.
They were torn and shattered, littered in plain sight. He just needed to find them and glue them together. Just like the games he would play in kindergarten.
Match the right ones and a picture will emerge. And in his case, a memory.
He walked over the debris and broken furniture scattered on the ground, he didn't know what to expect. His eyes glossed over the place, hand grazing along the counter, some of them going inside it, reminding himself that he did not belong here.
A chair.
A simple wooden chair, it looked unscathed. The odd one out among the other broken and destroyed decor. The boy went closer to inspect it, he had a feeling he had seen the chair before. And that's when it hit him.
It was the chair he sat on while chained. The chair he was kept hostage on.
Upon further inspection, it didn't look as unscathed as it seemed on the surface. The shade of black gave him the answer, Midoriya floated on top of it, almost as if he was sitting on it. The chair was on the verge of breaking like the others.
It just merely hid its vulnerability, a simple yet hard to detect difference.
Midoirya closed his eyes, imagining the scene that happened just a few days ago. There was no way it was that hard, right? He concentrated, focusing and relaxing his tense non-existing body.
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"What do you mean by that?! There's no way that's true-!"
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His voice seemed shocked, what did he hear exactly?
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"There's no way...I...I refused to believe it...! It, it can't be..."
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Now hesitance replaced the shock in his voice, whatever he had heard, he suspected the soundness of it. Just what were they talking about?
Arm crossed and face scrunched up. He could feel the answer just within his reach. His lips parted ways, he muttered the said answer softly.
"Traitor..." eyes immediately snapped open after hearing himself. "A traitor...! We have a traitor in our class?!" He couldn't believe what he was remembering. But there was no doubt, what he recalled was the truth.
There was a traitor in class 1A.
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Book filled with notes.
Ahane flipped it close as the teacher exited the classroom, the first day of UA was over. It was just as he expected, an ocean of unpleasant and curious gazes.
Feeling unbothered, he was welcomed with another tsk the moment he crossed ways with Bakugou. Ahane let out a heavy sigh, this was going to be the norm from now on.
"The hell was that sigh for?! You're really pissing me off." Bakugou retorted, glaring at him. Ahane could see the flickering explosions in the palm of his hand.
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Monachopsis || Bnha AU
Fanfiction"Y-you can see me...?" "No, of course not. You're dead." You can never foresee the unpredictable - Midoriya would've never thought he would transverse the world of death. Becoming a spirit implies unfinished business, just what awaits him at the end...
