The Flap of a Butterfly's Wings

As Anger Embraces Me

    Aizawa was not in the mood for this fuckery.

    It was his day off for christ sake! He should be in bed with his loving husband, but no. He just had to get a text at two in the goddamn morning from a random stranger asking for backup. This could be a prank for all that he knows. His instinct, however, told him it was real, and he never went against his instincts.

    So here he was running across rooftops to the location the rando sent him. Right as he arrived at the destination he saw a masked figure in a purple sweatshirt come out of a door into a small alleyway. Not too long after was Stain. A vigilante that had been gaining popularity among the heroes and police. Then came out a dozen or so kids. They all made it out of the alleyway into the main street, lit with barely working lampposts. Shouta didn't waste a second more and wrapped the short vigilante wearing this kitsune mask in his scarf.

    "Woah there. I'm on your side," The vigilante said. Sounding like a kid. He broke free from his scarf from a knife, which was a surprise for Aizawa. To be able to break free from his scarf there was a very specific cutting technique that needed to be done. How on Earth did that kid know the technique?

    "Come on, Hato. We need to go," Stain called out.

    His name was Hato and he was working with a very well-known vigilante. Aizawa could already feel a migraine coming on.

One month later...

Izuku's in the same place where they had rescued those prisoners a month ago. He doesn't know why he's here again. Izuku knew nothing would be inside, but he was curious. So he shifted by the throng of people returning to work from lunch hour and entered the alleyway. He was alone with no one to back him up -Stain was doing whatever he does when they're not being vigilantes-, so if something did happen, he would be in a sticky situation.

He opened the door just a crack to peek inside- and what did they say?

Curiosity killed the cat.

His eyes widened to see All For One and... Tomura. Tomura was on the ground hugging his knees, looking smaller than he ever has. AFO was smiling down at him with a glint of proudness in his eyes. Laying in the middle of them was a pile of ash.

Izuku could barely contain the gasp etched in his throat. Fear trickled into his veins at the sight, but so did anger. At seeing his friend looking so vulnerable.

"You have done well, Tomura. Now the evidence of our little failed experiment will be erased. You should be proud of yourself," All For One says as Tomura shakes.

"Why did I have to kill the man? He wouldn't have said anything. He'd be too afraid," Tomura's voice was so vulnerable and nothing like it was at the Arena. What had Hisashi done to him?

"You should know better than to question me, boy. Soon you will be thanking me for training you and taking you under my wing."

Izuku wanted to run in and hug Tomura with all his might. Run. Run. Run. He felt horrible for having a tiny part of him want to run away. He wasn't ready to face AFO yet- his father. He still has nightmares of the monster (he has nightmares every night. Exhaustion has etched itself into his very soul). Even right now his knees are shaking like mini earthquakes. He felt so weak watching the two of him. Izuku hated feeling weak.

But he was always weak. Always afraid.

When Izuku awoke from his self-deprecation they were gone. Not a trace of them left besides the pile of ash. He cursed himself. Izuku should have been more aware. He was lucky to even be alive right now. If AFO caught him while he was spacing out then it would be game over.