The Poisonous Feather // MHA x DSMP

Fight or flight

It was easy to figure things out and know that none of this was supposed to plan. Tommy didn't have to even spare his teacher a glance to know that he tried to keep his cool and get ready for a chaos that was about to start, but the shaking hands told otherwise. Not because he was scared of the villains, but because he was certain he wouldn't be able to take on all of this villains alone. And yet he wasn't going to risk the safety of his students, preferring to keep them somewhere safe instead of sending them to fight.
Along with Thirteen, he would have to hold them off as long as possible, hoping that All Might who was supposed to be already there would show up. And yeah, it was a little scary to think that he would have to face so many villains with unknown quirks to him almost all alone. But it wasn't the first time, he fought many villains in his life. Maybe not so many at once, but it still counted.
He did prepare himself, capturing weapon ready to be thrown in his hand as his eyes glowed red.
He was low on his knees, hairs flying in the air as his face turned into one with no emotions left.

And delisted not being on the best terms right now, Tommy couldn't help but worry. Worry that Aizawa would get hurt and then he would feel awful because the last time they spoke it was during an argument. And as much as he hated admitting that he was also to blame, he would let go of his pride and do it. Because too many people got hurt by his stupidity already. They lost everything they ever cared about, because Tommy decided to fuck up. They died, because he couldn't let go of the past.
And now another people were about to get hurt and even if it wasn't entirely his fault and he had nothing to do with it, he still blamed himself.

And while he was stuck in his head, he failed to notice purple smoke surrounding both him and his classmates. When he was brought back to the reality by someone's scream, it was already too late. He was sucked in a purple smoke, feeling dizzy for a moment before he found himself somewhere unfamiliar. And even worse, alone.
He knew the others also got teleported somewhere, but God knows where. For now, he had to figure things out. He could only pray that Aizawa was alright.

With wings tucked tightly to his chest, he looked around cautiously. He was in a tall building from what he could see, probably 10th floor or something. It was empty, with some holes in the floor and the ceiling, letting a little light in. His eyes intentionally locked onto the window that wasn't too far away but unfortunately for him ,it was blicked with sone type of concrete or whatever shit it was. Either way, he had no chance of getting out this way.
So instead, he chose the safer way but also scarier. Slowly, he made his way towards the set of stairs and set on foot on them. Seconds passed before he was able to place another foot on the stairs. And when all he heard was silence, he started walking down the stairs. He was forced to jump a little when there was a step missing or something was blocking his way but he did not find any more obstacles. And as much as he tried calming down his racing heart from both the fear and adrenaline, he ignored the way he seemed to sprint down the stairs. The sound of his footsteps echoed through the halls, sometimes accompied by a sound of something rolling down the stairs that Tommy oh so desperately tried to ignore.
All the rooms looked the same, halls grey with some old painting that he could barely make something out of. He was deadly sure this building didn't look like this before, it was genuinely creepy.

And by the time he reached half of the building, he was out of breath. Normally, he would push himself and continue his escape but if he would have to fight, he needed his energy. So he took a small break, deciding to wander around and look through the rooms in hope of finding anything useful.
With that, he pushed the first doors opened and walked in. Dust picked up with the little wind he let in, swirling around him as he went further inside. His eyes almost imidiatelly trailed off to look at the huge painting that was in the center of the room. He moved close, squinting his eyes to take a better look. There were five people, each of them wearing black or grey clothes. Their faces seemed to be blurred by someone way earlier, only their smiled visible. Even then, it made Tommy feel uneasy to the point where he looked away and searched for something more. And there indeed was something more.
A small chest, or box alike stood in the corner covered by a piece of cloth. His head titled to the side, carefully walking towards it.