His Transparent Angel (An Ojitoru Story)

Part 2

A/N: I thought no one would want to be bothered with anymore chapters until after Boxing Day. Hope you all had a Good Christmas! Here's the next part!

And then she appeared.

Actually, since her gloves and shoes were absent (clearly discarded earlier), she hadn't 'appeared', but he knew she was there. Was she there tailing Shigaraki? Was she waiting for backup? Was she setting up an ambush? Or were his worst fears concerning her and the villains finally confirmed?

"You shouldn't have come here Ojiro." Her voice sounded cold, accusing, threatening. Nothing like the voice of the Hagakure he thought he knew. He didn't need to see her face to guess what must be going through her mind right now. Frustration. Panic. Anger. Shame? No. He knew better now. He finally knew exactly what was happening here and (though accepting it broke his heart) he was finally 'seeing' the real Toru Hagakure. But he still had to ask. "Why?" his voice came as cold and accusing as hers, looking to where he was sure her eyes must be with a steely glint in his own. He knew he should be readying his body for a surprise assault but first he HAD to hear her answer. He needed to understand.

"Why what?" she now asked putting on an aire of indifference. "Why use Aoyama as a scapegoat? Why fake being friends with those would-be heroes? Why let you think I actually liked you?" Yes! He thought, her last words, cutting the deepest. But he still needed a straight answer. "Why The League of Villains? Shigaraki? The Meta Liberation Front? All for One? What did they offer you that we couldn't? When did you decide to become their puppet? When did manipulating people become so easy to you? Because that's not the real you Hagakure, I know it!", "What do you know about the real me?" Rising hot anger started breaking through her aire of cool indifference. "What could you possibly know about what it was like growing up as me?", "I know well enough.." he replied back loudly, feeling his own anger rising over the unfairness of the whole situation. He knew it was dangerous to lose your cool in a warzone but he could barely contain it. "Have you already forgotten what you said to me that night? What you showed me? Or was that all a lie too?"

A/N: Sorry this chapter is a bit short but I couldn't think of anything more to write for this specific scene. The following chapters will be longer. Stay tuned!