Setting The Little Bird Free (Denki angst)

Little Bird Flying Free

The Arrest of the 'parents'

"Let go of me" the woman named Maria shrieked whilst being dragged into the police car. It's pretty kind of colour blue and red... like a disco or party.... but not as nice. Alex had been detained already, he hard tried to fight back but was promptly taken care off. Originally there wasn't enough evidence other than a suicide note but they soon got hold off more when other previous children came forward. Turing my head I notice a homeless looking man, Aizawa he's talking to another person, an officer. I walk closer to hear what they were talking about,

"thank you for letting us know... I do hope everyone is okay... you know at UA... with the whole scenario..." the officer sorely spoke, "i- I'm sorry that it took a death to stop them". Aizawa just nodded, he didn't look like he wanted to be here.

He took a deep breath "It's been tough for the students... but their doing okay-ish for the scenario given". I notice the off-ness in him, something I've rarely seen, but it was normal though but for some reason looked foreign in his normally tired face.

The aftermath

The dorms weren't the same not since the death. No where near. Especially the Bakusquad, the once cheerful squad now opposite whatever they once were.

Bakugou just randomly started crying and wouldn't talk, he just sat there crying. Izuku said it was normal, but he hasn't moved only ever fidgeting with the cube. I'm worried about him he won't eat, sleep, drink just sit there not even yell. maybe I should- no I can't he won't.

Kirishima had random outburst anywhere anytime. Not chill ones like Bakugou did but ones with fire behind the eyes, more fierce than ever possible to imagine. But every time one would walk by you could hear muffled sobs coming, but no one dared to enter. he doesn't want to be seen like that.

Mina became odd, she never let go of the pink alien plushie, once Momo tried to take it to be washed because it was stained. Instead of giving it to her Mina punched Momo, before bursting into tears apologising over and over again. Even after that she never let her have it. guess she likes it.

Sero, never was around anymore. Taking every waking minute he could away from UA, away from the memories. People used to look up when they saw hero in training go around the city, look up with hope... but that hope has faded... faded into sadness. You can find him everywhere but no where. it's pointless.

Aizawa was never seen, never there, always gone. The other teachers tried everything, the only person even allowed in was mic, but even with all his reasoning nothing changed, not a bit of food eaten, not a sip of water, not a wink of sleep. He just sat there staring at the class photo, tear staining his cheeks. helpful isn't it. The tears kept flowing every night, but never when other could hear, he just never glanced at the letter again. remind his to much huh?

The class tried their best, but what can you do when no one wants to function. It wasn't uncommon for breakdowns, people used to stop and care, but now they just let them cry. It gets worse, why does no one want to help?

why is it that when you need them there gone? why are there words stung together to be called 'advice' yet the usefulness of it is none? why do people exist without the purpose or living?

The Memorial

Walking beside it just bought sadness. The once people littered land now none dear trod on the soil. The windows that shone light in now sealed with blinds, the bottom classrooms now shut, roofs access cut off. The photo of a smiling boy sat up against the wall, covered in flowers, yellow in colour, size, shape all varying but now the once happiest colour full of sorrow and despair. why do people always think things have to change after someone died? The effects rippled, now in every city one photo stood. The happiest smile, faked but a boy so lonely yet he spread joy around, leaving yellow is his trail. The photos covered in flowers, gifts, why give stuff to someone who would never use it? someone they never knew?

Into the grave

Above the grave stood a statue, the same smiling face that stood in every city, the funeral was terrible so much sadness yet so publicised. The grave now an attraction of sorrow, the ones that visited it the most, a old couple. Not for crying, or for reflecting but to sit. They cleaned off the junk around, the statue. And just sat on the grass in front, 2 am they should be coming now. They did, many who saw questioned why? but I knew, they had a child, like him but taken away for reason still unknown. She was never given the grave she deserved and they saw every bit of her in him. why wants so special about it? the just died the same way?. The woman placed down a big stone, the size of a novel roughly, laying it carefully at the base of the statue. I walk over closer to see it better.

"many die the same way but they live different lives each with their own difficulty, greater for some than others, but those ones the die young not of disease, accidents or another's doing but theirs always have one thing in common help was never offered. A hand that could save their life was never given."

did she know my question, I stare back at the couple. Their hands intertwined resting between them, the smiles were warm, warm as his, but more full of something, adoration? welcoming? no... ugh what is it? A feeling unbeknownst to the one that they sat before, they never shed a visible tear or reeked of sadness or loneliness. But how he'd want the grave to be a symbol not of sadness but welcoming with open arms for a safe loving place to escape from reality.