Layers Of Suffering (Tokoyami BNHA)

Family

Author's Note: Some update of my artwork on Tokoyami and Dark Shadow. ^^

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~Midoriya~

Midoriya knew what the class was doing and why they did it. As Recovery Girl had mentioned, Tokoyami's injuries were physically returning to him... Well, not physically per se. Tokoyami wasn't in any danger.

However, these injuries did actually happen to Tokoyami, which is the saddening part.

Midoriya did notice the bruise marks on Tokoyami necks, though it was hard to spot as his neck was usually covered by his red choker.

He felt his heart sank as he saw them. He couldn't even begin to imagine his friend being physically broken.

The slashing revealing itself on Tokoyami's arms were the cause of it.

It was when everyone thought...

Tokoyami's suffering shouldn't go unnoticed.

Turning away had the same effect as ignoring the bruises of an abused child pleading for your help.

Just because you didn't see it, doesn't mean it didn't happen.

The same goes for...

Tokoyami's demise.

How could this happen... How could I have lost a friend? One for all?

What joke.

Tokoyami's gone forever...

...

No, Tokoyami's soul is still here.

Because of dark shadow.

It wasn't a surprise to Midoriya now that they were brothers.

As Tokoyami had mentioned, Dark Shadow had crystals within him as well, Tokoyami had limited time.

And the class isn't going to waste time ignoring Tokoyami's sufferings.

However...

No one was prepared. No one can be prepared.

The knife wound moved... It forced its way in and pushed upwards towards Tokoyami's bird face. It pushed...

And it pulled... Skin... Eyes... Beak... Teeth... Tounge.

It was more graphic than any villain attacks and more realistic than any horror films.

It was too much, even for a full-grown adult.

It stung Midoriya's innocent mind.

His vision blurred, then went white...

Then black.

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~Hawks~

Ugh...

Hawks could only felt pain... Guilt.

His throat was sore from acidic substance mixed with bile. He had puked twice into a metal trash can.

Hawks closed his eyes, but the memory was still clear.

It played more grotesquely in his mind, more violently and exaggerated. However, Hawks stopped trying to hide from it.

Coward.

He told himself and finally opened his eyes.

The illusions faded away. The room seemed deserted.