Killua was just minding his own damn business when he was suddenly he sensed something that made his blood run cold. It was Illumi's bloodlust. He recognized it instantly and let out a gasp. Alluka! She was no more than ten meters away, completely oblivious. The fuck do I do- suddenly the air went cold and he heard a whoosh. And then he was falling, coming hard down on the ground which was alarmingly only a few meters away. "WHAT THE FU-" and then he was on a nearby rooftop, completely on his feet, and unharmed. He blinked for a few seconds. "the fuck just happened?" he glanced around, then realized with panic that Alluka wasn't there. "Alluka!" he ran to the edge of the building, looking frantically down below. She's not there... she's not fucking there! Where is she? He started to hyperventilate, his hands going to his head. Illumi was there! What if he got her? Tears stung the corners of his eyes and his legs buckled beneath him, falling to his knees. "No... I can't- Alluka..." he choked out, and then he instinctively snatched a knife out of the air as it was flying at him, still hyperventilating.

Everyone thought he died. They thought they lost their half and half friend but did they? Or did they just lose that version of him? Well, it was surprising for bakugo to see todoroki again after 2 years of grief in a store the day of his death. A story where everyone thought todoroki died only to find out that he was working for the league of villains going by the name of kai elric. What will happen when todoroki remembers who he really is? With he stay with the league or become a hero all over again. #1 todobaku 26/4/2021 (THANK YOU OMG)

Gon sat alone, legs dangling off the edge of a branch. It's...all gone. A tear rolled down his cheek, yet his face didn't show a single emotion. Everything he had ever known, had been ripped out from under him. Gon had shattered, and he was still trying to regather all the pieces. But they were scattered, and he couldn't find them all. Those were lost, and he'd never get them back again. Isn't it lovely, all alone. Heart made of glass a mind of stone. He didn't remember where he'd heard those words before, but they felt true. His mind was numb. His heart was shattered and pieced back together as best as he could but it was hollow, empty. What do I do now? He didn't know, his mind couldn't supply an answer. So he lay down on a comfortable tangle of branches, and closed his eyes. Hoping that just maybe, it was all a horrible, horrible, dream.