Uraraka's POV
I heard Toga yelp as the pack condensed more and more. I tried harder to get through but it didn't work. I heard a disgustingly loud pop and Toga scream at the top of her lungs. The scream was blood curdling. The pack spread out a bit letting me get to Toga. She was sat on the floor pushed against the wall, holding her shoulder, crying and whimpering. Jirou was stood just above her with an uncharacteristically evil smile. I shoved her aside earning a "What the hell? Why are you defending her?" that I chose to ignore. I grabbed Toga's wrist and looked her in the eye. She had tears streaming down her face and running down her neck. She wrapped her arm around me and dragged me close. Her tears drenched my shoulder. The arm she didn't have around me was limp and seemed weirdly out of place. The pop must've been her arm dislocating. Gunhead had taught me to relocate my own arm so the only thing I had to do now was apply that to her. I rested my hand on her arm causing her to whimper a little louder. "Sorry Toga," I muttered to her before pushing her arm back into its socket. She let out a loud screech before calming down a lot more. The crowd behind us watched with either fear of the villain before them or utter shock at the whole situation. Jirou, who had been sat staring, stood up and shoved me down. "What the hell is wrong with you? She is a villain. She wasn't meant to come back, she knows that. If she didn't want to get hurt she should of done what she was told." Jirou wasn't happy which is surprising since she is normally really chilled and calm. "She hasn't had a home since she left. She has been on the street after a particularly traumatic experience. She wasn't able to shower for days! Yeah she had food and water but that isn't enough. She came back for help not harm, she doesn't even have her knives damn it! She didn't even provoke you and you all attacked her," I shouted, not at full volume but loud, and stood up to face her as best I could. Jirou's sturdy expression wavered and she fell back into a relaxed position. The more she thought about it, the more sympathetic her face became. Toga shifted uncomfortably, still unable to escape.
