A Trip To The Past | BNHA

Chapter 1 - Being Watched

The middle of the night, around 2 in the morning. Houses and buildings lacked any light, and people were sound asleep in the assumed safety of their homes. The streets dark and empty, the only light coming from the street lamps. A cold breeze went through the air, quiet but enough to make one shiver.

The silence of this quiet night was soon interrupted by a strong gust of wind, it seemingly picking up out of nowhere. The trees shook and trembled in the ground, lights that were on flickered and screamed. The wind was loud and screaming, covering the entirety of Japan. It was like a moment of terror, like nature itself was scared.

But as soon as it came, it left. The wind dying down and resting, lights went back to normal, and the trees were as unmoving as ever. It was like that incident never happened, Japan was calm again, and all was at peace. It had lasted a mere moment, maybe five seconds. Maybe nature was just being weird that night.

It was talked about in the news for barely even a moment, hardly covered at all. The theory was that it was just a quirk. Someone had lost control. Not too odd, really, nothing to worry about in reality. As long as no harm was meant, why worry? That's what almost everyone thought anyway, besides a few conspiracy theorists. But why listen to them? Why listen to people who are convinced a strong gust of wind is hiding something? It's insanity.

It was light now, the sun was shining and Japan was acting like everything was normal, since it was. The streets were busy, and people were talking, chatting, and trying to get where they had to be. It was all so normal. It was still everyday life. But if it was, why did Shigaraki feel so watched? Like someone was constantly watching him, their eyes never leaving his body. It started when he left the bar, he needed fresh air after all, and it wasn't like he would be recognized. But now he's not so sure.

It was fine for awhile, at first, it was just a normal walk. He passed by shops, occasionally taking a look inside. He bought himself some food and ate it as he walked. The sun was bright and cheerful, and it was genuinely a lovely day out. It was nice. But then he walked by a building. It was random. It held no significant value for him. He genuinely had no idea what it was even for. It was for something, probably offices for something, but he didn't care for what. Until he felt the pair of eyes on him. He wasn't even standing out that much, a simple pair of black jeans and a black hoodie, with his hood over his head, but so many people had similar attire, so why him?

Shigaraki tried to reason, paranoia? He was a criminal, no matter the ranking. Maybe he was just worried he would be caught. Perhaps he had been, perhaps they had seen his face and recognized it? Stress was also an option. Talking with thugs like himself and trying to be their leader wasn't a simple task. All reasonable assumptions, and they all made his mind more relaxed. He could handle a person easily, and for the other two, he just needed to calm down, rest even.

Then again, Shigaraki was calm when he had felt the eyes. He didn't feel stressed, and his head had been lowered to the ground, bangs covering his face the entire time. His face wasn't entirely known either. It was practically impossible for him to be recognized. With the League, he had been quite calm. Sure, there were a few annoying people, like Dabi, but other than that, he faced no real challenges. He was confident even. So why did the feeling of being watched start to appear? Why did it not leave, even for a moment?

Shigaraki made his walk longer, originally planning on being gone for an hour, turned into three hours. No matter where he went, the feeling never left. He tried seeing if he could see anyone staring at him at multiple points, but he never saw anyone. Sure, people walked by him, maybe even glanced at him. But this feeling was constant. It never took a break. His hand lifted to his neck maybe an hour ago, and he had been scratching non-stop since. It was pissing him off, not scaring him, angering him. He couldn't risk going back to the base, which would be exposing their hideout to a potential stranger.

Shigaraki walked into an alleyway, pushing his back up against the wall. He regretted not bringing his phone, and then again, it wouldn't have done much. Kurogiri didn't have a phone, not like he could use one, and he didn't have any of the League's numbers, which he was sorely regretting not asking for sooner. He had been planning on getting their numbers, but it wasn't urgent, so he postponed it. He was regretting that now, this feeling wasn't leaving, and Kurogiri couldn't pick him up.

He eventually took a deep breath, a much needed one. Maybe he was being over-dramatic. There was no reason for him to be watched. He didn't stand out. His quirk was strong, and he could handle himself and a potential person. He nodded to himself, yeah, just over-dramatic. He spent the past two hours worrying over nothing, just letting paranoia get to him. He ran a hand through his shaggy pale blue hair. He decided to head back to the base. That was the best option. Go back and ignore the feeling. A constant feeling of being watched for over two hours was excessive, and it likely meant nothing.

Shigaraki pushed his back off the wall, turning and walking out the alleyway. He looked around a bit before walking in the direction of the bar, ignoring the truly never-ending feeling of being watched. He would probably be questioned for being gone for so long, but it wasn't like he cared. He could be gone for however long he liked, as long as nothing bad happened to him, no one cared. Then again, if something bad happened to him, no one could bat an eye. They were villain's, they didn't care for anyone but themselves and that was a fact.

Shigaraki reached the bar, opening the door and having it shut behind him, his crimson eyes half-lidded and bored as Toga approached him, asking him why he had gone missing. But he didn't answer her. He had no obligation to, after all.

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On a rooftop from across the bar stood a hooded figure, watching Tomura Shigaraki walk into the building. The figure stood unmoving, motionless. Their eyes emotionless and uncaring. They seemed more annoyed at the world around them, like the world had committed heinous actions against them.

A pair of crimson red eyes narrowed at the building before them and turned their head slightly, pure white hair poking out from behind the hood. The pair of eyes never leaving the building Tomura Shigaraki walked into, watching the familiar bar closely.