𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘕𝘌𝘙𝘚 •𝐭. 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚•

Cliffhanger

Warning: This chapter contains violence

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All of the villains that had been called upon for the mission stood over the camp beneath them. Shigaraki stood before them, reminding them of their purpose and the plan. (Y/n) stood between Dabi and Himiko, feeling a rush of adrenaline pumping through his veins. His part was simple: he had a section near the top of the mountain they were standing upon to keep people from escaping. Essentially, he probably would end up doing nearly nothing. And then, Dabi would give a signal over the radio when the student had been secured, or an emergency retreat signal if things went wrong somehow. But it was unlikely things would go wrong. This was something the League had been planning for a long time. It would be a breakthrough.

When Shigaraki called for the hunt to begin, everybody scattered to their positions. (Y/n) pulled up his mask and hood, jogging up the mountain a bit to get an even clearer view of the chaos beneath. He was given a pair of binoculars and a sword. Not that he particularly knew how to use the sword, but it was stupid to be in the face of danger with nothing to protect himself. Being quirkless was not the best trait when it came to villainy. Both for himself and for the rest of the villains. He would have to undergo some extra training on his own time to learn to use swords or guns, but he couldn't be bothered to motivate himself. He could put up a fight as long as he wasn't on the frontlines.

He watched chaos begin to unfold at the campsite below him, a smile on his lips. A part of him hoped that the villains would somehow kill Midoriya in the process. As if he predicted it, he heard a loud crash below him. Looking down, he saw the large villain Muscular eyeing Midoriya with intent to destroy. "What are the chances he has any control over his quirk?" He wondered aloud. "Almost feel bad for him. Kid's got no chance," he analyzed. Then, he laughed at his own thoughts. How ridiculous, feeling bad for that pathetic piece of bullshit? It was almost hilarious!

The next however many minutes or hours were extremely boring. (Y/n) was trying to pay attention to his own assignment, but kept getting distracted watching Midoriya struggle beneath Muscular. It was free entertainment, and he had nothing better to do. That was until a rustle that sounded too loud to be the wind reached (Y/n)'s ears. He turned his head, his eyes scanning the area. The wind picked up, blowing his hood off and messing up his hair. The bushes and trees blew leaves around, creating a symphony of sounds. He watched the area a little longer, until he eventually concluded that it must have just been the wind. His eyes trailed back to the fight below and he pulled his hood up again.

Fast footsteps caught (Y/n)'s attention, and he whipped around, sword drawn. His eyes caught Kyouka's, and he hesitated. His hesitation cost him everything. Her hands grabbed onto his hoodie, and she pushed. He only realized what was happening when he was falling backwards. His left hand grabbed the edge of the plateau, the sword falling from his right hand, and he looked up at her. His hood fell again, and Kyouka stood over him staring.

"I can explain..." He started. Kyouka choked down a sob and shook her head.

"Go to Hell. People are going to die. You told them, didn't you? Because I trusted you. People are going to die because of you. What happened to dreaming of heroism?" (Y/n) scoffed at her words.

"I gave up on that so long ago. This is where I'm meant to be. This is what's right. And so what? Everybody dies eventually. Maybe some deserve it and some don't, but even the ones who don't will die regardless. We will all either die with our sins or our sins will kill us. We have the choice of which it will be." Kyouka continued to shake her head.

"Are you even listening to yourself?? You make no sense. You're sick, (Y/n). Your fake ass father doesn't give you an excuse to kill innocent people... You deserve to be in prison for that, as does anyone," she explained.