Toga's POV
I stumbled out of my room, still tired and looked at the men sat at the bar. "Oi crazy, get over here," the blue haired one named Shigaraki called to me. "You got any blood yesterday?" He asked. "Mhm. I got Ochako Uraraka's blood," I answered relatively proud of myself. "You only got one person's blood? You had one job!" He shouted at me. "At least I got something out of it" I replied, my previous pride destroyed. "One person isn't enough Toga. How many people were with her?" He asked me. "Well there was her and a frog girl she called Tsu," I said back. "Are you kidding? There was TWO people Toga! You are a trained killer for god's sake! God damn it Toga!" He screamed slamming his fist on the table. I flinched, stepping back a bit. My whole body tensed as Shiggy stood and walked towards me. "Why the hell didn't you get the frog girl's blood," he questioned about 2 feet away from me. "Well uh- Uraraka pinned me before I could," I answered, shaking as he gradually inched closer to me. "You were pinned? Oh my god you useless, insane brat. How on earth did she pin you?" He was clearly very pissed. I swallowed my fear and said "she was more skilled then I expected, I didn't know she knew martial arts." Shigaraki grabbed me by my neck with a single finger lifted and spoke almost calmly, "You are a close combat villain. You didn't expect a hero to use martial arts against you? Your so damn useless!" I tried to move back but I couldn't go anywhere. He slightly lifted me off of the ground and I grabbed the hand he had around my neck. The other men in the room simply stared, knowing they couldn't do anything against him. The finger Shiggy had left up landed on my neck and began to disintegrate the skin on my neck. I yelped and tried to kick and pull his hand away but I couldn't get him off of me. He didn't let go until I landed a kick in his stomach. He dropped me and I immediately crawled away from him as he doubled over in pain. My breath was shallow and I found it almost impossible to actually breathe. My back was pressed against the wall and I shook as Shiggy stood upright again. He looked at me for a second before turning back to the bar and returning to his seat. "Go to bed," he said not looking at me. I ran to my room as fast as I could and sat on my bed, not wanting to press anything against the fresh injury. I gently pressed my hand against my neck and saw my palm covered in the crimson liquid I typically adored. There was no way I was staying here.
