Enter: The villain (Momojirou)

Part 2

"Can you give us any information on Creati?" "Any thing you want to say about Creati?" "Do you know Creati?" "How are you and Creati associated?" "Why do you think Creati saved you?"

Jiro covered her ears and sped up her walking pace, trying to get to her studio as soon as possible. The press has been swarming her since Creati saved her, asking questions she doesn't want to answer. She just wants to go to therapy, her studio, and home.

She arrived and walked in, swiftly closing the door behind her; watching as the reporters and photographers still tried to ask her questions and banged on the glass expecting some sort of response. She flipped a switch and watched as the doors darken and turned around hearing laughter from the common room.

She walked in slowly, exhausted from how her week has been. Surprisingly she still had energy after almost a week of constant nightmares keeping her awake at night. A man died in front of her, that's not something you can just...brush off.

She hasn't slept, she's barley eaten, she mainly just filled up on water and went about her day. She would lay awake at night just staring at the ceiling until she fell asleep and was inevitably woken up soon after by another nightmare. The cycle left her with dark bags under her eyes and a pounding headache. Not to mention to dizziness that came with it.

She looked around, her vision strained to stay focused on the room. Ki, oak, and Chui sitting in different chairs in the room taking turns trying to throw cheese balls into each other's mouth, a mess on the floor. She cleared her throat and looked at her team, all of them stopping to look at her in shock until oak threw his cheese ball and hit Ki in the head.

"You look like shit." "YOU'RE ALIVE!" She winced from the noise and looked back at Ki scowling. She rubbed her temples and nodded walking to the mini fridge they had in the corner, grabbing a bottle of water and closing the fridge. She looked at the assortment of bottles on top of the fridge and grabbed the ibuprofen and opened it seeing only a few pills left.

She closed her eyes and groaned as she earned back, bending at the knees before standing back up and taking 800 milligrams. She opened the water bottle and swallowed the pills with some of the water and closing the bottle. She looked back at her team all staring at her concerned.

Ki stood and walked over to Jiro, placing their hand on her shoulder to turn her to look at them. There was a heavy silence in the air one that non of her team dared to disturb seeing exactly what Jiro had become. She slapped their hand away and started to walk away to her writing room, just wanting to get some work done.

"We need more ibuprofen. And go home if you want, I'm not finishing this song today." She said dragging herself into the room, her bones feeling heavy and brittle, as well as just weak.

The room was darker, not just in lighting but in color scheme as well. The walls where black lined with something soft and fuzzy, leading to the purple roof. The floor was checkered much like her dorm in UA and had a solid black leather couch on one end, a wood table in front of it.

Her foot steps echoed through the room, even though the walls absorbed sound they didn't seem to be working at all. It echoed in her skull as she moved, bouncing in and out but never actually stopping or staying still, continuously banging and pounding into her ears.

The couch was inviting at least, not so noisy but not exactly comfortable. It was supposed to help keep her awake whenever she was writing but today? Today it seemed like heaven to sit on, her head feeling like a bowling ball and the pounding starting to dim ever so slightly and the pain melting away as her head met the couch.

...

"Stop, STOP!" It was already to late, Bakugo let go of her hand and started to fall, his bloodied body going limp as the air tried to fight his dissent. He fell until he could no longer be seen, Kaminari trying to reach him to no avail, his waist the only think keeping him up.