If I were in My Hero Academia- Redo

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8:30 PM

"Aria! Aria! You forgot to open your present!" Mina says as I walk out of my dorm. "Come on, you forgot to open it!"
"I'll take it with me, I have another Christmas party at 10"
"First off, it's 8:30, second, at 10 PM?"
"Yeah"
/
I'm currently walking to the address I partially forgot. I remember the street name, and I'm guessing it's one of the apartments. As I'm walking to the apartment or whatever, I see a group of people smoking crack. Good for them. I also see many prople caroling in their school outfits. Good for them too. In their warm clothes and boots. I'm in a jacket and torn up still bloody converse. In their pockets, they probably have some jingle bells or ringatingtings. I have my duramorph and a switchblade I've meant to give back to Cayden. Never gave it back to him.
I approached an apartment, it looks like it's about to fall over, so that must be it. I walk inside and theres not a front dessk, just an elevator. The elevator buttons say names.
1- Izutumaki
2- Haita
3- Kashikika
5- Han
Where the fuck did four go
6- Tomura
There we go.
I press the six, I'm shooken by the elevator and it rockets up to the sixth floor, where there's one door. Tomura.
/
I knock on the door, expecting any of the four of them to open the door. Instead, the door swings open slower than a horror film and I feel a gut wrenching pain in my head.
I take the cap off my duramorph and pop a pill.  Nobody can stop me here.
I walk inside the apartment, shutting the door behind me.
Nobody's here anyways. It doesn't matter. I walk around looking at all the crazy shit in this single room. Then the next room, and the next. There's a mattress on the floor in the corner of the living room, with two pillows and a blanket. There's another matress on the opposite side of the room. It's a shitty and messy place. Maybe I can clean up a little before they come back. They left just so I could come here for what? The manners on them.
Tsk tsk tsk.
I look around for a trash can, seeing that there's one with nothing in it, I grab it and start picking random shit up and throwing it away, not knowing if it has value or not.
Even though they may have value, it was trash to another person. Before I know it, the room already looks better, except for the blotched black substance on the carpet. Probably blood, but I won't guess.
I look under the kitchen sink, it brings back memories of what happened at the old hideout. Bad, horrible, horrendous memories. I find a bottle of bleach and a scrubber. They have the necessary products to clean it up themselves, yet they don't.
I pour some on the stain and the putrid smell or bleach, the spicy sourness burning my nose. I use the scrubber to loosen the stain, the blood seems to evaporate and the stain is gone within seconds.
That wasn't blood, was it?
I hear laughing from behind me, I turn around and toga is standing right there, in front of me.
"What're you doing here?" She asks. "shouldn't you be with your family? Oh yeah, that's right, you don't have one"
I scoff, and put the bleach on the kitchen table.
"You do realize that you don't have a family either, nor does anyone else that lives here"
I say, she seems to also scoff.
"You're just being mean. It's Christmas, cheer up!"
"I was cheerful when I wasn't here."
"Well cayden and shithead 'll be here soon, they're waiting to talk to you about a plan"
She walks away, humming the melody to a song. My head hurts just from that experience. I open the bottle and take one more pill. Just one more. I won't take any more today, it's already my third one.
I grab the bleach from the kitchen table and put it back under the sink.
What else is there to do here?
I guess I could clean up a little. But of course, I don't want to clean.
I realize I still have the gift in my bag that I also forgot I had. It's not that big of a gift, not like it cares. Even though there's no indentation of who addressed it to me, I have a few ideas. Taking out the gift, and unwrapping it, I can see that it's a box about the size of my fist plus half of my forearm. I wonder what it could be. I open the box, seeing that there's two things.
One, a pair of black earrings. Nobody knows I have my ears pierced.
Two, a blue knitted cardigan. This is the best Christmas ever.
The door opens, Cayden and Shigaraki walk in.
"You bitch, you're going to die!" Cayden yells while Shigaraki holds him back. "I'm going to make sure you wish you were never born!"
"Woah, what the fuck happened?" I ask, directing it at Shigaraki, but Cayden himself answers.
"You're being tracked, dumbass!"
"No I'm not, what the fuck?"
"You're being tracked, there's a tracker in your jacket!"
"No, there isn't"
"Yes there is!"
Shigaraki let's go of Cayden, shutting the door.
He walks over to me, grabbing my arm.
"You're being tracked, listen to me."
I look at him.
"I'm sorry, but I think you're speaking to the wrong person. If anything, you're being tracked from wherever you just came from!"
"As a matter of fact, we came from the dispensary a block down"
"And they let you-"
"Fake ID. Shigaraki has connections."
"Oh, of course he does"
"Let's get on with this, shall we?"
/
“What made you think it was okay to come here?! I said I would come get you!” Cayden screams at me, pacing around the room.
It appears to be his room, it's got black walls and a bed, minimally decorated. That's Cayden alright.
“you never fucking said that.” I say, trying my best to hold back tears. This is all so stupid, and for such a happy time.
“Yes, I did,” Cayden says, trying to argue.
“not what we're here to talk about” Shigaraki interrupts.
“Yeah, we'd love to talk about that, but that's a lot more important. That plan is more important than the heroes finding our location?” Cayden complains.
“shut the fuck up.” I say. “Can we just get this over with? I have so many things to do”
“so, we'd like you to join us, the league of villains, you seem like you'd be a great fit around here, with your trauma and all” “wouldn't it be lovely to take your anger out somewhere, maybe not on other people?” Cayden says, being a dumbass.
“you don't know anything about me, stop acting like you know everything about me. You don't even know how old I am!” I say.
“what?!” Shigaraki says. “you're stupid”
“Woah, calm down, it's not like you'd be killing people, that's my job, you'd be here, cleaning or whatever you do now that you have that pain problem”  Cayden says, ignoring Shigaraki.
“And how do you know about the pain problem? Did Aoyama tell you everything about me that he learned from the infamous UA high school?” I ask.
“no, I can literally see the bottle sticking out of your pocket,” Cayden says. “Anyways, all that to say, you're better off here than you are there. That is unless you take your own life, then you won't be a fit anywhere but hell”
“way to rant about how I'm going to end up in hell after saving so many people from dying, that includes you, and you still refuse to acknowledge that” I say.
“Well maybe I'd be better off without you anyways. But maybe you have to realize that maybe I don't want to acknowledge the fact that you saved me. But I wouldn't call it saving either way, I'd be calling it helping because you did not save me from anything.” Cayden says.
“I saved you from him, and you still came crawling back for more after I helped you. You still owe me ten fold”
Shigaraki gets increasingly more pissed.
“Let's all just shut up so we can talk about the terms of living here. Cayden, you can explain all of that, because I need to go plot my evilness for the paranormal liberation. I hope you guys can not fight for once” Shigaraki says.
“Don't leave me alone with him!” I yell.
He flips me off and leaves.
“So, how's your day?” Cayden asks.
“Just get over with it” I say.
“Fine, so basically there's no pets because Shigaraki gets extra dry and crusty with a cat or dog around. Even if they're hairless, it's crazy. And then you also can't go outside during the day. Unless you're wearing appropriate clothes. Which would evidently be all black”
“Is that it?”
“Yeah”
“What do you say? If it's that easy, why don't you join?”
“Because you're a dumb bitch and you can't convince me”
“And apparently you can't trust me either”
“And you wonder why that is”
“Why is it? I am genuinely confused on what it could possibly be about. Did I do something?”
“Yeah, you did. You killed ten people and blamed me for it! How could I trust anyone after that?”
“Not even Aizawa?”
“Not even fucking Aizawa. I'm sure as soon as I come back, he's going to send me to the mental hospital. There's not doubt that he thinks I'm an insane person”
“I don't blame him, you're quite crazy sometimes”
“Oh, I'm crazy?”
“Yeah, you kinda are. You killed a man”
“You killed ten men!”
“What's the difference?”
“What's ten minus one?!”
“Nine, obviously, who doesn't know what ten minus one is?”
“well that's the difference between the amount of people who died by our hands”
“Well maybe I can't just resist the urge to kill people, it's like an obsession”
“That's why you need to go to the mental health institution, not me, you're a fucking sociopath. I'm just a normal person and you killed ten people with the same weapon”
“Well I'm sorry I'm just that good!”
“and you still haven't gotten caught, not to mention you broke out of jail, and the mental hospital. You're a fucking sociopathic murderer! You don't care about anyone but yourself, and that's coming from the girl who tried to kill herself!”
“You tried to kill yourself because you couldn't handle anything! You couldn't handle this world, and you still can't! You're an asshat!”
Cayden approaches me, then turns around. He grabs my jacket and digs through the pockets.
He takes out the switchblade.