It Started With A Question

Chapter 15

Shit! Shit! Shit!

I keep a calm face as I walk to join the rest of my class. If he gives out any information the rest of us are toast.

"What happened?" I whisper over to Tsu.

"Yes I am perfectly fine thank you for asking," she whispers back.

Oh. Tsu's awake. How did I not notice this even though I just asked her a motherfucki-

You know what? Nevermind.

"Sorry," I say because I'm a gentleman and I have some manners.

Sorta. Murdering people is kinda on my list of manners but it's not like anybody will know that.

"Well, they suspect him at the most," she nods in the boy's direction. "They don't know for sure yet. They only suspect though because of his quirk."

"Hmm," I hum as I think of what our next course of action should be.

Both of us alone could definitely take out some of the other students. Tsu could knock out Mr. Aizawa as well as a few of the police officers. I could throw the couch hard enough to crush whoever is unlucky enough to be sitting on it and possibly throw students that don't react as fast as others. If we let him out though we could get away from here and possibly grab the others.

That'd definitely be way too risky though. We need to gather as many people as we can but not too many. 20 will likely be our max number and they have to be students because adults are untrustworthy shits.

I could ask Hatsume if she has figured out how to possibly hack into the schools security system or the cameras at least. That way I don't have to be on full alert at all times. It would also help me get in and out of school grounds undetected.

"Are you okay?" Tsu lightly gestures to my hands as to not make anything too obvious. "You're twitching."

I look at my hands to see that yes, I am in fact twitching. Very much so actually. My fingers curling up tightly but not enough to make a fist and shooting out quickly, the rhythm unidentifiable while my hand would tilt heavily left or right every few seconds.

"Yeah," I say, deciding to keep what I've been doing with most of the past 16 years of my life to myself. "It's just nerves."

"You sure? You're always so calm. Almost creepily calm."

"You're calling me creepy? Don't worry I've already established that."

I really need to get out of here. It's been so long since I last killed someone with my bare hands. Not with tricks or the worry of being caught.

It's 5 PM right now (I must've taken a longer than expected nap earlier). It'll be completely dark outside by 10 and since it's a school night, a lot of people should be home by then.

Hopefully I can get out of here tonight. If not I might end up killing half the people here.

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