Villainous Hero

17 | The Healer

The first thing Tomura did when we arrived at the bar was call up All For One on the tv. He seemed beyond anxious about what happened tonight. He also was very pissed off.

"Stain had no right to kill that Nomu. If he hadn't, I'd have killed green-haired brat by now. It makes me so angry!" Tomura complained to the man on the other side of the tv.

"Master, you brought that man into the League knowing he would do what he did. I bet you even wanted to see me suffer." That's pretty ballsy of Tomura to call out the big boss man like that.

I scoffed at his petty whining. The audible sound caught Tomura's attention.

"Shiki, that bitch. I told her to kill that guy! Three children took him down instead. She is so useless. I should—." Tomura's rant was cut off by All For One's deep voice.

"Tomura Shigaraki. Be quiet. This is a good thing, Stain's downfall has brought your League of Villains a great ray of hope. Many people look up to the Hero Killer as a symbol, and where do you think they will look to now that he's gone? They will come flocking to you. They will want you as their new symbol."

I scowled at Tomura.
The thought of this wack job as everyone's role model creeps me out.

"You better be right about that, Master. After tonight all anyone will be talking about is my League of Villains. I will be on the front page of every newspaper!" I drowned out the rest of the conversation. Turning towards Kurogiri I sent him a weak smile.

"Can you make me some cider? It's chilly in here." I rubbed my hands together and blowing my warm breath on them.

"You're cold? The heater is on high. You'll heat up soon. I'll give you a jacket." He said sympathetically and went to do what I asked.

I cradle my throbbing wounded arm close to my body. Every move causes sharp pain. The clothing was moist from the steadily dripping blood. It made me feel wet and sticky.

A warm glass of cider was set in front of me. I smiled at my friend and gratefully sipped on it.

The tall dark man leaned over the bar counter to get closer to me. He threw a black jacket around my shoulders.

"There..this should help. By the way, your father has been acting very odd of late. Do you have any idea why this maybe?" Kurogiri spoke to me in a hushed tone.

My eyebrows raised at his suspicions. The old boss man has always been weird.

"No, he's the same crazy as he's always been." I shrugged and regretted it. My arms screamed in pain again. My head felt woozy like it is spinning on an axis.

"It's no wonder that your freezing Shiki, you've probably lost a significant amount of blood." Kurogiri quickly came around the bar to assess my wounds.

Much to my displeasure, he took off the warm jacket.

I attempted to keep my head up but it felt like my world was whirling out of control. With my head laying on the counter I rest my eyes.

"You should not have listened to Tomura, you didn't have to fight the Hero Killer. Not when you are quirkless like this." Kurogiri whispered in an upset tone.

I groaned in response. Todoroki was in danger, I had to.

I hope he is okay.

Kurogiri lifted my body off the stool and laid me on the floor.

"Tomura, Shiki is badly injured. Please go grab the first aid." Kurogiri interrupted the conversation between Tomura and All For One.

Asking Tomura for any kind of help? That's a downright crazy idea.