absolution.

rising dawn.

cws: final control room and prison death flashbacks, broken finger mention, not much besides those i think

this is just retelling canon events with tommy + a streak of actual Lore because i havent been able to update in a bit but now i can atm :))

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"You sure I can stay here?" Chewing the side of his cheek, Tommy observes where he stands in Izuku's room. All Might posters coat the walls and merchandise fill the shelves, and in any other situation Tommy would've laughed. The area is dark save for the covered window and Izuku's lamp that shines down on an innocent envelope with U.A.'s wax seal, the faint shadow of a disk-shaped item in it (weird way to send a letter, but this entire server was weird), something so small that holds the weight of Izuku's life in it. Its the results from the exam — Toshinori hasn't said shit about what Izuku got, so Tommy's fucking valid for worrying. The exam participant himself nods, tugging the blond further in while gently closing the door with his mother outside.

Tommy grimaces and hunches his shoulders, a sharp pang of trepidation seeping into his mind. He looks around again, the walls doing their fucking enclosure around him again. The dark (obsidian seems like a void as they step into the place that Eret has brought them, a few chests and a singular button placed inside. Their clothes are ripped and stitches litter the larger tears, hastily sewed. They are weak.

They should've known to run. Should've ran when the pistons shifted, should've ran when Eret smiled as if he were at a funeral saying his final goodbye, should've -- should've --

"It was never meant to be."

And Dream is there, watching him through the pinpricks of his mask with a streak of mania, chest heaving after each breath, fingers twitching, the crushed potato in his hand bloody and decimated. The pain is so minimal compared to the fear that claws at his mind and tells him to fucking run. Tells him to strangle the bastard, tells him to rip that stupid mask off, tells him to show that man he's a fucking mortal like everyone else.

But he can't move. Can't breathe, really, as his mind shuts down and his eye pulses with phantom pains.

The obsidian stained crimson is so, so cold compared to the glacial temperature of his skin.)

"Tommy?" Izuku pinches Tommy with a tentative look, "C-Can you hear me?" The blond teen yelps, glaring at the other with as much anger as he could without the terror seeping into his eyes. He speaks, shoving that tremor down that threatens to make him garner sympathy and fucking pity, "I can hear perfectly fine. What the fuck do you want, bitch?"

"You were doing that thing again," he shrugs, unlatching his window and leaving it open.

"What thing?"

"W-Where you're out of it." He turns his lights on, the room bathed in it causing Tommy to squawk at the sudden change in lighting. As the older teen rubs his eyes and mutters curses, Izuku pokes his head out of the room and murmurs something to his mom, whom Tommy can now hear her footsteps fade. Izuku lets the door stay open. *

"You're out of it, bitch," Tommy claims, his shoulders sagging just the slightest.

Izuku shakes his head. "Nevermind. Sit down."

"But what about Inko?" Tommy protests, eyeing the two chairs near the desk. The anxiety gnaws at his skin. "She's your mom and I'm just some dickhead who helped you."

"T's probably gonna be the one to tell us the results. He's probably working there, seeing as there are more sightings of him near U.A." Izuku sits on his seat and looks down, murmuring, " Plus, I hold his quirk.** Mom... She doesn't know about T's secret. Or that we're even in contact with him. I — you wouldn't even know had you not been actively assisting me. T wouldn't be able to stay in his form for longer when you were there as the months went by, and you initially thought it was his quirk drawback and not from a wound. I also may need the comfort..." For when it's revealed I failed, is left unsaid.