REMEMBER US

chapter 2

The class sat diminished from the news they had received the previous day. Aizawa was leaning over his desk, rubbing his face trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. Hizashi rubbed circles over his husband's back while trying to hide his own tears. The gloomy aura of the room left the students feeling more depressed than they already did. In truth, no one knew what to say. The situation was confusing and devastating. Nezu decided he shouldn't keep attributing to the silence and spoke.

"I have come to the conclusion that we should tell-" Nezu was interrupted by the 1-A door slamming open, revealing a very angry purnette.

The class's eyes were immediately drawn to the loud noise. Shinso huffed for a second then began glaring at the group. His eyes spewed hatred at every student he could blame.

"Shinso?? What are you doing here?? Don't you have-" Aizawa began, only to be silenced by his child.

Shinso paid no attention to his father and faced the class, his brain too angry to deal with anyone else," This is your fault!"

Ochaco gripped her desk," How dare you? How dare you storm in here and accuse us?! We were their friends and classmates! How are we at fault?! We worried every day, trying our hardest to learn and become more sturdy in hopes of finding them! What do you know? Please inform me, I'd like to know!"

"Oh! I have to be a part of the course to know what's going on. That's the most bullshit thing I have ever heard. You are a disgrace of a class. You honestly didn't notice what was happening?"

"Please, tell us! Tell the class what you've learned," Ochaco hissed.

"Who do you know who they went to? Me! I heard about everything! Do you know how much trauma they had? Huh? No, cause they never talked to you about their shit."

"I...I well..-"

"That's, right I heard it all. Everything! I knew more about how they felt than anyone here. Don't test me!"

The class began looking around at one another; Guilt, agony, and genuine pain filling each of their faces. Shinso flared his nostrils as he caught his breath for an added moment.

"And the "Bakusquad," oh don't get me started. You guys were supposed to be Katsuki's friends. The only two who seemed to care were Mina and Denki! Why did everyone else just assume he was okay! Kat wanted to end his life so badly and, he tried! Because no one could see past his facade of an angry monster! What the fuck is wrong with you all? How could you do that to him? He only made it so far because of people feeding his ego and recognizing his quirk. I've never seen anyone cry like that before! Do you know how hard it must have been for him continually to not break down? He kept wishing someone would try to come in; the only person who tried was Mina! It wasn't his fault he couldn't express emotions! It wasn't his fault that every time he tried, his passions would get invalidated! I hope you all are fucking proud of yourselves! You should really get an award for best fucking class of all time!"

The immense errors of the class became relevant at the moment. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as Shinso left. The purnette knew a bomb was about to explode. Abruptly the class erupted into chaos.

"What did you do? Tell me! What happened to my brothers that you caused!" Mina angrily yelled at Ochaco.

"i..ugh..you see..we...-"

"WHAT? Spit it out!"

"We....."

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Several hooded beings entered the room, all cautiously finding their seats. The room was pitch black except for one candle that sat in the middle of the round table. The leader stood, causing the room to silence itself.

"Our plan was put in action yesterday at midnight; They were discovered and are now staying at the closest hospital. Our program is going accordingly. The test subjects are reacting just as planned. They have completely forgotten who they are. They're fully under our control so, we just have to wait. To victory, boys!"

The room burst out with celebratory shouts and laughter. One person sat silently in the corner, their inner thoughts unreadable.

Now we wait for the heroes' move..and it's game over. I WIN"

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Shigaraki turned the corner of the hall, cautiously making his way toward his Master's door. The blunette knocked before opening the door.

"Um, Master, may I talk with you?" Shigaraki asked as he made his way into the room.

The faceless man turned in his office chair, his arms made their way onto the desk in front of him. Shigaraki shook as he began approaching the desk.

"Yes, my child. What do you need?" The man asked, his voice loud and deep.

Shigaraki jumped at the loudness of his father figure's voice. The blunette would never do well with loud noises. Shigaraki placed his palms on the edge of the desk to hold himself up as his legs shook.

Shigaraki began telling his Master about the plan he had formated. The approving nods and gestures gave the male hope and, he felt accomplished. His design was good enough for his Masters's approval Shigaraki was ecstatic.

"Interesting. That may work, Shigaraki."

"Am I allowed to try, Master?"

"Yes, you may. I trust you can do this alone or with a team you can build."

"Yes, sir! I can do it by myself!"

Shigaraki began to exit the room, his plan stuck in his mind. The male anxiously played with his artist's gloves as he reached the door.

Shigaraki's Master's voice stopped him from leaving right away," And Shigaraki..Do. Not. Mess. This. Up. Am I understood?"

Shigaraki stood still for a while before departing the room altogether. I won't disappoint you, Master. My plan will prevail.

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Izuku looked up from his spot, which was in Katsuki's chest," Kat, I don't trust them."

Katsuki looked down into the greenette's eyes as he lovingly stroked Izuku's side. The small human in his arms held a serious expression. Katsuki hummed and looked back up at the tv.

"I don't trust them either. Especially All Might."

"We need to get out of here."

"Yeah, and the sooner, the better."

Izuku hummed and made himself comfortable in Katsuki's chest once more. Katsuki rested his head atop Izuku's hair, relaxing with the only person he had left of their three-month life.

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