Revelation

8 July: Visit To Hell

"Are you joking? I thought you'd be dead by now. Or given up." Isamu Suzuki complains you step into the blinding white room.

Another year, another visit.

"Well boohoo," you murmur, rolling your eyes as you sit down on the armchair opposite him. "Thought you would have died by now, old man. How's prison life treating you? From the looks of it, not great. Hey, wanna bet to see who dies first? Winner gets bragging points and a one-way trip to hell. You look like the kind of guy who'd die the next day, honestly. You should consider pulling the plug, if you know what I mean. Hold your breath and count to a thousand. End your misery, you know?"

The haggard man blinks at you.

Running a hand through your hair, you slump down on the chair.

"I need...I need sleep."

A nasty smirk curls onto Isamu's lips. "Finally getting worn down, hm? And from the looks of it, little blondie cracklefire has left your side too."

"He's gonna get Zuku killed." You muse. "I wanna stop it, but at the same time, I don't really. Once Izuku sets his mind on something—"

"He never wavers," The villain finishes impatiently. "Yeah, yeah, you've used me as your therapist way too many times. Don't you have one back at your prestigious school? Just because I'm tied down here, doesn't mean I want to listen to your hormonal problems. You fuck up my life 7 years ago. I ain't giving you shit."

"Well, you threw mine into the 4th dimension." You grumble. "You reap what you sow, and then some."

"I still have my brother fighting for his life out there," Isamu says, and at that moment, even strapped down and crusty in a white suit he doesn't own, he looks a little more...human. "Yeah, that's right. Your glitter sparkles hero society have holes in big blabber mouth security guards." The villain hums. "You've had trouble tracking him down, right?"

In the truth of the matter, you didn't know much. After apprehending Isamu's brother from the attack last year, you'd handed him off to the police for questioning. With school and internships, you'd barely paid attention to it when he went missing again. Apparently, Chisuke Suzuki snuck out using his Quirk, and by the time backup had arrived, there was simply a blood bath and three stacks of officers.

When they woke up, all officers were chronically depressed.

Chisuke's Quirk was the erasure of one emotion from a victim. Or at least, that's what it was last year. You should probably check the files more.

"My brother's Quirk is more powerful than mine, and he knows how to get by," Isamu says proudly. "At least if I hold on, I know he'll be out there, waiting for me."

His words slip a small pin to your heart, specifically and thoughtfully chosen. It hurt more than you thought, but you couldn't let him drag you down now.

"What, no snarky feedback?" His eyes are blue, cold, hard and searching. "Never thought there'd come the day."

A twig breaks. A tree falls. The camel's back snaps in two.

"Is that what you want?" You explode, slamming a hand on the glass. Everything is hot, from your fingertips to your toes. "Me to give you a speech about how even though I royally fucked up, Izuku will find a way to regain his memories through the skin of his teeth because he's Deku? Heroes give up too, god dammit! And maybe I deserve it, alright? What? What do you want to hear, asshole?"

You back down to the safety of your chair and heave a breath. "I need..." You whisper, shaking your head, "to give up properly."

Isamu barks out a laugh. "7 years and finally, something interesting. Nah, keep going. I've waited too long for this."