The Truth Of Heroes

Sizzle

    After Katsuki's rejection, I pulled away from all thoughts of him.

   I didn't go near him and if I could help it I would remove myself from his presence entirely.

    I couldn't stand to be in the same room as him.

    Sometimes he would look at me, calculating, but then he would huff and turn away.

     Deku, now with more free time, has tried to get me to hang out outside of class with his friends.

    I would always refuse the invitations, unable to stomach his lying words.

    Not wanting to know about his wonderful friends that love and respect him.

   Stain would use it against me. 

   After the day out with the others, Stain had interrogated me about Katsuki.

     Even though Katsuki cut me deep, his name often causing pain in my chest, I couldn't tell Stain the truth.

    So instead, I told him Katsuki and I used to date and that Katsuki was angry at the mistakes I made in the relationship.

    Stain didn't push anymore, maybe because he knew I wouldn't tell him the truth.

    Or maybe because it didn't matter.

    Katsuki was on Stain’s radar, there was no going back.

   No dismissing the notion.

   Katsuki would never escape Stain’s notice.
 
   Now, as class 1-A reported to the USJ training ground, taught by pro-hero Thirteen, a sweet-sounding woman that wore a large puffy astronaut suit and bright yellow shoes.

    She had an energy that sucked everything in, tight and spiraling just like her quirk Blackhole.

    I chose to stay in the back with the classmates that never formed any concrete friend circles.

   These kids were different from me, they could float in and out of social circles naturally.

   Friends but not bound to each other.

    That wasn't me.

    I had loyalties to Deku and Katsuki.

    To Kirishima and Iida.

   But none of that mattered now.

    Now Stain was impatient.

   His energy cackling and gangly. 

    "It’s important to know how to deal with natural disasters just as much as it is to know how to defeat villains. Today you'll be learning the proper way to deal with these situations." Thirteen said, pointing around to the many disaster reenactments. 

    "What is that?" Someone asked cautiously, pointing just down below the grand entrance.

    Glancing over my eyes flew wide open, blinking rapidly as I gave a disbelieving bug-eyed stare.

     A purple mist billowed out from below, out of the fog came a hundred criminals, their smiles sharp and their laughs arrogant. 

    "We are the League of Villains!" Someone called out, voice scratchy and pretentious.

    I knew that voice. 

     "Shigaraki," I whispered, my breathing accelerating. 

    "We're under attack!" Thirteen screamed out and prepared for battle.