"Maybe" | Denki Kaminari [COMPLETED]

Chapter Seven: Emotions

"Everything I said is still true," I said, panic rising closer and closer to the surface. How did he figure out who I am so quickly?

"Yes, but now I know your strategies," Shigaraki said. "You've lost your advantage."

I lept out from behind the rock and launched myself in his direction. I aimed a kick at his face, but he dodged easily.

"You're so predictable," he spat. "Even after seven years, you stay the same. This world needs change whether you want it or not."

"Maybe you're right, but the world doesn't need the kind of change you want," I said, creating a dozen or so daggers of water from my stores. I threw them in Shigaraki's direction, but only a few of them scratched his skin. The others landed harmlessly on the ground and left small puddles.

"You aren't a long-distance fighter, but you're scared to get anywhere near me," he said. "We'll be here all day at this rate."

"Good." Then the heroes can take you down.

As I moved to create another weapon, I was hit hard from somewhere behind me. Nomu. I skidded and landed in front of Shigaraki. I tried to create something with which to defend myself, only to find my stores were completely depleted.

"You've run out of weapons, haven't you?" He laughed dryly. "The pro heroes really aren't coming, your quirk is useless, and you don't have the strength or training to use your other quirk."

My other quirk.

Aside from water manipulation, I had received my father's quirk: emotion manipulation. It gives me the ability to transfer and temporarily mute or enhance emotions. Since it isn't a flashy quirk, I hadn't had much practice or training. The only thing I'd done before the USJ attack was mute a few of my own emotions and sometimes influence others' emotions slightly.

My father had been able to take negative emotions and transfer them to himself, then transfer them to his enemies. I had never practiced that, but with my life on the line, people depending on me, and one of the people I hated most in the world about to kill me, some instinct finally kicked in.

I channeled every bit of fear and hopelessness out of my own mind and into Shigaraki's, leaving me emotionless but effectively stopping him in his tracks.

"I'm going to fail," Shigaraki whispered in realization. "I'm going to be caught, captured, and killed."

I just stared blankly at him, even as Denki lead me away from the battle between All Might and the Nomu. I felt nothing as the heroes narrowly defeated the villains and us students were taken back to the school. I didn't care.

"Are you okay?" Denki asked on our way home from school.

"No," I said flatly.

"What's wrong?"

I would have laughed (after the events of the day, he was worried about me? The irony), but I didn't feel happy. "It's a long story."

Denki frowned as I unlocked the door to my apartment, turned on the lights, and sat down with my back against the bed's footboard since the furniture was covered in school work and papers. He sat across from me after setting his backpack on the floor.

"Okay," he said, "what is going on?"

"Until today, I was a spy for the League of Villains," I said simply.

"That is not what I expected," Denki said. "Start at the beginning."

"When I was seven years old, my parents died," I started. "They were both villains, although they never told me. The League of Villains took me in and trained me to use my water manipulation quirk and to be like them. I was to be my parents' replacement.