The Poisonous Feather // MHA x DSMP

Relatives

Avians obtained a useful ability to move around without making the slightest noise, which Tommy often used for his advantage. After all in a war you were either silent or dead and kill or be killed. Tommy liked to believe that this didn't include him, for the most part. He was still alive (not counting the three time she was killed) and he barely killed anyone (maybe Jack, Dream and few others). But he was no villain nor a hero. He was somewhere in between and it was up for people if they wanted to see him as the first or second option. He didn't really care, as long as he wasn't blamed for something he didn't do or punished for it.
Back to being silent, Tommy could easily sneak up on someone and if nothing betrayed his position, it was fairly easy for him to get rid of someone without them even noticing him.

And he used that ability this time too, when he noticed Midoriya sitting alone in the empty classroom with a book in front of him and his notebook in hand. There was something he wanted to ask the kid, hence why he looked for him in the first place. He didn't even have to try hard, because it seemed like that Midoriya Kid was too busy reading the book to notice anyone around him. And Tommy took it as his opportunity, silently slipping inside the room and towards the occupied desk. He run his hand through his blond hair, pulling it back a little to provent them from falling over his eye again. It was about time he actually cut his hair and even if he tried to recall the last time he did it, there was an empty memory in his head.
He watched his every step, listening to every little squeak that the floor made and carefully moving forward. Blue eyes locking on the kid who suddenly shifted in his seat but didn't do anything more and just wrote something down in his notebook. Taking a second, Tommy unnoticed slipped to the right and easily made his way around Midoriya. Seconds later, he stood tall behind his chair and looked at the notebook.
It was half filled, details about a hero Tommy didn't quite recognize. He barely recognized any Heroes anyway.

He cocked his hwad to the side like a curious puppy, eyes scanning the page from top to bottom.

"What hero is this?" He asked suddenly, is voice ringing loudly in the quiet room.

Midoryia jumped up, dropping the notebook on the table in shock. His eyes darted towards Tommy's figure, who now leaned over the table and took a closer look at the words written down. A pout appeared on his face, nose scrunching and eyes easily taking in what they could before taking his attention back to Midoriya who looked at him with widened eyes.

"What? 'S something on my face?" He asked, eyebrows raising softly.

Midoryia shook his head and a hand landed where his heart would be, a soft breath escaping his parter lips.

"Y-you scared me a little there. I didn't hear someone coming inside" the greenete said, before offering Tommy a small smile. "And to a-answer your question, it's Snipe. He came along with other Pro Heroes during the USJ attack, I'm surprised you didn't see him tho." Midoryia mumbled to himself.

Tommy only chuckled, using his hands to pull himself up and sit on the desk behind him. With his legs swinging like a little kid, he propped his chin on his hands.

"Well, I was kinda knocked out, you know? It was hard to see anything when you're body started to shut down" Maybe Tommy didn't need to say that, because Midoriya's face said it all.

Pure guilt. And sadness, too.

"Ah, I'm sorry! I forgot you got hurt! I'm really really sorry-!"

Tommy rolled his eyes and took the notebook in his hands to look through it. All, while Midoryia still rambled on and on. It wasn't annoying persay, Tommy also often found himself rambling on about everything he could when he was younger. Now however he preferred to say a few words and not risk being punished. Dream hated when Tommy said too much, said it was too annoying and distracting. But he would get angry of he talked too little, too. It was during exile when Tommy learned how to read people's faces to know when they were annoyed by his endless talking and when they were actually listening. It helped him avoid punishments more than he would like to.