Tomorrow All for One will call him back for the final time, with a firm hand on his shoulder and his life over his head he'll crawl back to the villains.
His class will look at him with betrayal, hurt, and rage. They will chase him, they will try to pin him down and they'll yell and hate him.
Tomorrow this small thing of joy, these friendships, this school will all come to an end.
But tonight he is here. Alive in the tense air of war but alive nonetheless. Alive with his classmates and teachers, eating dinner with them one last time, playing cards as Kirishima and Kaminari try to lighten the mood.
He'll kiss Midoriya on the cheeks and insist the blushing boy that he's only welcoming him back home like the French do.
He'll be pushed more towards the back eventually; comfortable with the students that aren't the center of attention all the time. People won't assume him, they never do.
They won't notice as he glances at Hakagure's floating gloves with understanding of why they're shaking and why she isn't around for long. They won't notice as tears prick his eyes.
And he's okay with that. Slipping away into the background before cutting this life off completely tomorrow, after this rainy cool night, with the moon rising over a dark broken city, and wind pushing through the civilians huddled around campus.
Maybe he'll run a bath much to hot and break down, he'll wish for someone to hear his cries...to help him...to save him. Then when he accepts his final fate with clarity; eventually dragging himself out of the tub, tying his nightgown around his sore waist.
A completing gaze through the balcony one last time; staring into the stars, with himself no longer amongst them.
After all he's a filthy villain.
