Shigaraki hummed a mocking tune and his shoes scuffed the ground as he approached the beaten and bloody Eraserhead. "You really are something, huh? Too bad you have to die."
He opened his mouth to tell the students to "RUN! Stay away from the plaza! You're too young to die so go!" but the beast gripped his head again and he could only start the first word before the gray of the ground rushed to meet him.
'I'm sorry, 'Zashi. I promised to be there until the end, but I couldn't. I love you. love you so damn mu--'
After Shouta died at the hands of the noumu during the USJ attack, Hizashi took his late husband's place as 1-A's homeroom teacher. He wasn't sure if he could do it, but he could sure as hell try for his sake.
It wasn't fair. Izuku knew that life was never fair, but his teacher murdered within a month of knowing him? The only teacher that ever showed any care for him? That crossed the line even for life. And he sure as hell wasn't going to let life get away with it. Hell no.
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