Broken Hearts and Twisted Minds

Chapter 7|| Class President

(A/N: I felt really bad covering Katsuki's face with Hitoshi's, but we gotta do it for the story as he's the student whom replaced Bakugou, I'll explain later in the book how he actually got into 1A.)

"Did you get the files?" A rather annoyed voice spat from the deserted bar. He was sat on a stool, his decaying fingers scratched anxiously at his neck. Kurogiri chucked a handful of files onto to the bar, he couldn't see the smirk hidden underneath the hand covering Shigaraki's face. "Is this all of them?" He asked. Making sure that he had the whole class who was next to use the U.S.J building, he didn't want to annoy his master. He wouldn't reck there plans, at least not for some girl that his rival was promised, to do all their master's biding.

"I don't understand why I'm here? I don't get any spot in your shitty plans, so what's the point?" Katsuki spat at the two, clearly he thought it was a waste of his time, but he would keep in check none the less.

"Katsuki, you're here because the master ordered it so, however we explained to him about our plans... you could get in the way..." the shadow man hesitated and chose his next words wisely. "Because of a 'certain' distraction." He let out a long sigh when he saw how the ash blonde boy's face hadn't changed.

"So you're saying she got in? That's fan-fucking-tastic! But she won't interfere, promise. I won't try and see her, or anything." Shigaraki scoffed at his master's other apprentice.

"You said that last time she happened to be in the area four years ago, and where did that get you?" Shigaraki mocked the ash blonde boy, and Katsuki couldn't help but snarl at the older boy.

The two were on edge, the tension was so thick that it could have been cut with a knife. The shadow man cleared his throat and had asked the two boys to calm down, this then caused Katsuki to stomp off in anger.

"Look at him, he's like a spoiled brat! Master has been too soft on him, he shouldn't be dangling the girl in front of him. Actually that's a good idea, if he were to kidnap the girl and torture her, then Katsuki might learn to obey and not throw fits." The blue haired boy rambled, Kurogiri mentally face palming. He knew the child couldn't talk, he was as much as a spoiled child, as Katsuki was.

Yet he said nothing, he continued polishing glasses and sighed. He hoped for the boy's sake that their masters plan would prevail soon, the crimson eyed boy was becoming impatient.

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It had been a few days since the whole thing went down with Shinsou and Kirishima kept talking to Izumi, he wanted to keep her smiling and happy as he had told her the day after the red head found the dark haired girl on the floor crying like the absolute mess she was. He kept making sure she was okay, he didn't know the whole story, but he knew that Shinsou had an uncomfortable situation with the girl.

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Kirishima was walking from the changing room, he wanted to see if he could find Midoriya as she didn't go back to class. Uraraka had explained that the freckled girl had said she had to do something, so Kirishima thought it wouldn't hurt anyone if he went to find the short girl.

He then heard a few small sobs and he ran to the source and what he saw broke his heart. He saw Izumi sat on the floor, hugging her legs in comfort. Tears were streaming down her freckled cheeks. The red head then bent down to her height and placed a hand on her shoulder. She seemed to wince when he made the contact and it broke his heart even more.

"Midoriya, you okay?" He whispered and she shook her head. Kirishima then gestured a hug. Any normal crying person would normally launch themselves, but Izumi didn't, as if she didn't understand the gesture. So he wrapped his arms around her in comfort instead. Kirishima felt Izumi wince was more, as though this was alien to her. "Hey if it's 'cuz you lost, don't sweat it, I'm sure you'll do great next time." The red head spoke softly, his hand making circles in comfort on her back, whilst she sobbed into his shoulder.