If I were in My Hero Academia- Redo

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It's day two of being trapped in the league of villains hideout. So far, nothing has happened, nobody has physically harmed me, and Hawks has not come to drop off my shit. Shigaraki disintegrated my phone while I was attempting to sleep on that rock. I mean mattress. With no blanket or pillows or sheets or anything. I might borrow (steal) one of toga's blankets and borrow (steal) a pillow or three. I have no contact with the outside world. I have had a headache and stomachache for five hours now.
"So let me get this straight. You don't have a real kitchen?" I ask.
"No, we usually eat things that don't need to be cooked. Like cereal" Shigaraki answered.
"Pop tart?"
"What's a pop tart?"
I gasp.
"No pop tarts?"
"I'm confused, what's a pop tart?"
"You don't deserve to know, Crusty man"
He gets up and sits on the couch, turning on the news.
I don't get how people can watch the news like it's a lifetime movie. Serial killer documentaries are better.
"Hey Aria, come here" Cayden calls from upstairs.
I put my water bottle down mid sip and go upstairs.
"Which room are you in"
"Yours"
I walk over to the door, opening it.
"Do you have another body for me to hide? Because I would appreciate it if I could not do that. And I also would like a blanket because it is December.
"I'll see. And no, it's not another body"
"Then what is it"
"Well Shigaraki said you've been kind of annoying lately and he says that when he held you captive and he... y'know, like did stuff to you"
"No. You are not gonna stab me, you are not gonna shoot me"
"Not that, maybe like torture you in an okay way?"
"No way of torture is okay!"
"Too bad"
"What're you gonna do to me in an 'okay way' of torture? Pinch me?"
"I don't know yet"
"You don't know? Shigaraki could come up with something in a heartbeat"
"Don't compare me to him"
"Well I just did, and I plan on doing it again"
He stood up, then walked out of the room.
"That was awkward" I whispered to myself.
Maybe I should look inside the dresser. After all, I don't think a dead body could fit in those compartments.
I stand up, my balance thrown off from the withdrawals of not having pain relief.
Opening the drawers, I find clothes. Clothes that look to have belonged to someone maybe two or three years younger than me. Pink and purple clothes were about fifty percent of the shades. But they looked as if they would fit me.
I shoo away spiders occasionally, taking out the clothes that appear to look like they would fit me.
Two sweaters, one was a creamy yellow colour, the other was a pale green.
A pair of jeans, blue, of course.
Three shirts, one pale blue with white flowers, the other one a deep dark purple, and the other one being... I don't know... Is it- Oh, saffron green.
The withdrawals are really taking effect on me I suppose. I guess I'm just not feeling the pain. Yet. I hope.
And then of course, all of those items including the clothes I came in.
Black sweater, oversized because Aizawa doesn't know if American sizing is the same as Japanese sizing. It isn't.
Jeans. Just jeans.
My shoes. The only pair of shoes I own that barely fit me anymore.
Like I said. Sizing is different.
In US shoe sizing, I'm a size 5.
In Japanese shoe sizing, I'm 22.
Why do I know this useless information? I don't know, don't ask me.
What else is in this room? Not looking in the closet again. Ever again. Maybe I can go steal a pillow or something from Toga.
I make my way to the door, but stop midway.
"I can escape now"
I turn around, looking at the window near the bed. Smiling, I rush back to the window, trying to open it. The hinges are rusted shut, it doesn't open.
"What are you doing?" I hear from behind me.
I turn around.
"Nothing" I quickly say.
Of course, Cayden was standing in the  doorway.
"Really? Because it looked like you were trying to escape"
"Nope"
"Then what were you doing with the window?"
"I am salad fingers I like the feeling of rust against my salad fingers"
"Who?"
"Ooh you brought me a blanket"
"Don't change the subject, Aria"
"Sorry"
"But I did, because it is December"
"Thanks"
He set the blanket on the bed.
"You're welcome"
"Wait"
"What?"
"I dont feel so good"
"It's from the withdrawals. You'll Be fine sooner or later"
"I don't think it's from the withdrawals"
"It has to be. It's the most plausible answer"
"Cayden"
"What"
"My scars are starting to open again, it's not withdrawals"
"It could be"
"You're completely ignoring the fact that I'm actively bleeding out"
"And? I get that we were friends, that doesn't mean I have to care anymore"
"Unbe-fuckin'-levible" I say, sarcastic. "You know what you are? An ass"
"So that's how we're gonna do this, huh?''
"Wait, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please!"
He started laughing maniacally, he pulled a switchblade out of his pocket.
"Ah, recognize this?"
"The- how the hell did you get that? I thought the police had that!"
"Nope"
"We can talk this out, please"
"The memories are just flooding in!"
"Cayden!"
"I'm not listening to a word you're saying!"
"And why is that!?"
"Because you're a hypocritical bitch, Aria"
"How the hell am I hypocritical?"
"You said you weren't scared of anything anymore, now that you're immortal. But I just watched you plead for your itty bitty non-knowing medical knowing life!"
"What the hell"
"What? No words left to speak?"
"I really don't feel up to this, just do what you need to do"
"Well you don't need to be leaving here anytime soon, do you?"
"Yeah, I'm all over the news. So are you"
"And only one of us are getting out of here alive"
"What?"
"Goodnight"
"NOT MY GOOD LEG FU-"

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