The Truth Of Heroes

Forgiveness

   Briskly, I stomped through the halls.

    Aizawa wouldn’t let me participate in the Sports Festival because he deemed my quirk unstable, my mental state rocky, and my body frail.

     Therefore it was too dangerous to be put in the competition.

    Huffing I crossed my arms and glared at the ground rushing under my feet. 
   
    ‘Asshole…’

    Not that Aizawa was necessarily wrong.

   After my breakdown during the USJ incident, my sudden revelation that I was living my life to the wrong philosophy, and acknowledging my surprising reliance on Katsuki’s presence…

   I haven’t exactly been at the top of my game.

    Not to mention Stain was getting restless.

    He’s blown past impatience now, and I know if I keep playing this game he’ll kill me far sooner than he originally planned.

    Stain called me earlier, told me not to participate in the festival.

    Something about wanting to see more of the school, not someone he already knows.

   Which brings me back to Aizawa. 

    ‘Asshole!’

    I growled and turned a corner sharply.

   How can I stop Stain when Aizawa is basically enforcing his commands?

   If that wasn’t enough, Aziawa certainly hasn’t given up on interrogating me about Shigaraki.

    I know he knows I know things.

   The question is, what does he think I know?

   Who does he think I am?

   A villain?

   A spy?

   A victim?

    I suppose…he wouldn’t be wrong with any of those titles. 

   I am a villain, working with Stain.

   Letting him take me on his little missions.

    Showing me how to stalk, how to instruct fear, how to gain intel.

    The only thing he hasn't taught me is how to kill.

    For some reason, that fact alone evokes a deranged feeling of gratefulness.

    That he never took that from me.

   If nothing else, I can thank him for that.

   I am a spy.

   Stain sent me into UA to gather intel and feed it back to him.

   So that’s what I did.

   I told him about the school, about the teachers, about the students.

    Nevermind the fact that everything I said caused Stain to strike me down. Caused his energy to spike and his preachings to grow sharp. 

    I am a victim. Cowering under Stain’s boot. Clawing at the soil as he throws me in the grave I dug. Choking on dirt as he shovels me in, piling my sins until they’re all anyone can see.

    I can’t go back, not anymore.

   There’s no way out of this.

   The only thing I can do is speed up the process.