The Class That Cried Werewolf

42 - Transition Point

-3rd Person POV-

It had been a few days since All Might and Midnight visited Izuku's apartment, and the memory of that visit lingered in his thoughts long after the heroes had left. Their presence had been a source of comfort, but the weight of their words seemed to hang in the air, echoing in their minds even now. Just as heavy was the haunting memory of what he had seen on the news—an image that he couldn't seem to shake, no matter how hard he tried.

Tatsuya had been safe and sound, but in that horrifying moment, he had become unrecognizable. A deep unease overshadowed the relief at his survival, the image of him killing Perdix replaying in Izuku's mind like a bad dream he couldn't wake up from.

The news clip showed the villain surrounded by heroes and law enforcement, cornered like a dangerous animal. Izuku was almost certain that Perdix was a villain, but that certainty did little to ease the knot of anxiety tightening in his chest. The ferocity in Tatsuya's eyes, the way he held the man by the throat with an unrelenting grip, was terrifying to the broccoli boy.

It was as if the wolf boy had become someone else entirely—someone driven by a rage they had never seen in him before. Watching him like that, transformed into something primal and unyielding, was a sight Izuku couldn't forget. The chill that ran down his spine each time he replayed the scene in his mind was a stark reminder of how deeply unsettling it had been.

Many people argue that no one deserves to die and that taking a life, even in the name of justice, is a line that shouldn't be crossed. But Tatsuya had spoken of it more than once—his belief that some crimes were beyond forgiveness, that there were evils in the world that could only be met with finality. The existence of the death penalty was a grim reminder of that belief.

Yet, as much as he tried to understand, Izuku struggled with the memory of Tatsuya holding Perdix's life in his hands. The predatory look in his eyes haunted him, far worse than any anger he had shown during their time together. To keep his mind from spiraling into fear, Izuku busied himself with packing Tatsuya's things, each item a small distraction from that terrible image—a way to avoid confronting the fear it stirred within him. And he couldn't even begin to imagine what was running through his classmates' heads.

But today, Izuku's focus was on something new. On the very edge of U.A.'s campus, about a five-minute walk from the main school, stood Heights Alliance, a newly constructed student dormitory. The building was impressive, especially considering it had been built in just three days—a feat of engineering and urgency that spoke volumes about the school's dedication to the students' safety.

As Izuku stood there, looking up at the towering structure, a mix of emotions swirled within him. This was his new home—a place where the students would start the next chapter of their lives, away from the familiarity of his old routine. Around him, the other students seemed to share the same sense of awe, their gazes fixed on the towering structure before them, each of them contemplating what lay ahead.

"Given everything that has happened, I'm glad we were able to bring Class A together," Aizawa said, his voice steady as he stood before them, a silent pillar of resilience amidst the turmoil they had all endured. His eyes softened slightly as he looked at them, a rare moment of vulnerability from their usually stoic teacher.

Except for one... The thought came unbidden, a pang of sadness twisting in Izuku's chest as he thought about Tatsuya.

His absence was a void that none of the students could ignore, a glaring reminder of the events that had shattered the fragile sense of normality they once had. Even as Izuku stood there with his classmates, the weight of Tatsuya's missing presence hung over them, unspoken but evident.