Yuki

3. LOV

He jumped off his rock and backed away. He looked up at Aizawa who was busy with Midoria. He couldn't speak. He couldn't warn Aizawa. A girl who looked around the rest of the students age with messy twin buns and a school girl outfit was behind him.

His heel caught on a rock behind him. He stumbled back. Shigaraki leaned over him. "Get away from me." He whispered, his voice shaking slightly. Shigarakis hand came close to his face. His other hand was behind his back. A pro hero tried to approach him. "Stay back or I'll kill him." Shigaraki said, his voice was high and scratchy.

Two of his fingers traced Jackson's jawline. He turned his face and examined it from every angle. "You look familiar. Do I know you?" He questioned. Jackson shook his head. He slowly released thin vines to cover the ground behind him. He raised them slowly, right before he could grab Shigaraki, he caught one of the vines with his hand. He did cry out this time, biting the vine off again.

"WEAK!" Shigaraki exclaimed. "You're weak, Jackson Alastor!"

He shook his head. He crawled backwards and stood up. "Some nerve you got kid." Shigaraki growled. Jackson successfully hit him across the face with a thorn covered vine. He tried to cast more thorny vines but could only manage 2. He wrapped them around Shigaraki, pinning his arms above his head. He left his vines covering him and went to help other students and heros. He used more thorns to incapacitate the school girl and soon stood off to the side, thorns sprouting from every inch of his palm.

Suddenly, he felt alot more slack on one. Then another. He caught a glimpse of a black puddle under his last vine prison before it too closed on itself. He pulled his vines in. The thorns stung and ripped at his flesh. He looked at his hands. They were covered in blood. It dripped down his arms and off his elbows. He felt his consciousness fading away, and he collapsed.

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When he opened his eyes, he wasn't at UA. He was in some dingy bar, tied to a chair in the corner. He pulled on his restraints and tried to activate his quirk. White hot pain blistered up his arms. His vision became blurry with tears. He threw his head back and the tears cleared. He looked down at his hands, they were bandaged but still bloody. He studied the bar more closely. There was a small TV mounted in the corner. He looked at the bar. There was a tall person. It didn't look human. It's skin was like a window into the galaxy. Full of swirling colors and stars. It's eyes were large and bright yellow and slanted.

"Hey! Athhole!" He yelled through his mouth coverings. It didn't sound like anything distinguishable, the gag inside his mouth prevented him from saying anything that sounded like actual words and the one that covered the lover half of his face muffled most noise he could make. Still, the person looked over. It set the glass it was cleaning down. "Fuck are you?" He asked, his voice horribly muffled.

"Don't talk." the thing told him. Jackson furrowed his eyebrows. "How are your wounds?" The thing stepped forward. Jackson tried to move away although he was still bound to the chair. It grabbed his hand and examined his palm. He winced. "Thtop it, let go of me." He muttered, attempting to jerk his arm back.  The thing shook its head. It ran a long, whispy finger over his bandages and left the room. Seconds later, Shigaraki stepped in, followed by 3 others.

Shigaraki scratched his neck as if it helped to not instantly attack him. The schoolgirl stepped up to him and started examining him. "I wonder what your blood tastes like..." She said, dragging a finger over his chest. Her eyes were yellow and wide. He shook his head at her. "Toga," a smooth male voice said. "Step back."

Toga whined "But Dabi, he looks so delicious." but did as he said. Jackson stared at the guy. He had spiky hair, like Bakugo, except his was black. His skin was burnt and purple and stapled on in some places. He had on a large coat. The galaxy man stepped between Toga and Dabi.

"Kurogiri, move!" Shigaraki exclaimed, attempting to push him out of the way. His arm went right through Kurogiri, but he still moved. He went back behind the bar and continued cleaning glasses. Shigaraki stepped forward and fell to his knees. Jackson furrowed his brow again. Shigaraki placed his hands on Jackson's thighs, with one finger up, as to not kill him.

"Listen to me Alastor, you're going to cooperate with us or I'll kill you. You're going going go back to the school every morning and return here every night. Make sure no one follows you. You will teach until your palms heal, then Toga will take your place and we will have no use for you. Understand?"

Jackson nodded.

"Good. If you tell anyone about this, you're dead."

He narrowed his eyes. "At do I tell vem?" He asked through the gags. Shigaraki shook his head and untied them.

"What do I tell them?" He repeated.

Dabi responded. "You're gonna tell them that we kidnapped you. You were super drugged and don't remember much. We dumped you on a street and you took a bus home." He stepped next to his chair. 

Jackson scowled. He shoved down the urge to vomit. He hated them. Using his dead friend as intimidation.

He spat on Dabi's face. "Fuck you asshole." Dabi opened his mouth to retort but Shigaraki put a finger on his shoulder. "He's no use to us or the boss if you kill him Dabi."

Dabi sighed and grabbed the gags. Jackson protested and pulled on his restraints. Twice stepped forward, Shigaraki stopped him.

"He'll wear himself out." He whispered.