Chapter 2: good MOURNing

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"Dabi, Dabi! You used to have red hair?" That was the first questioned asked once all the villains- except for Shigaraki - were put into a room. Toga asked it, and the whole room seemed to go silent when she did.

The villains were all seated on chairs, sort of in a therapy circle formation, while Eraserhead watched silently from the door. There was an empty chair next to twice, and nobody wanted to look at it. Nobody told them that Shigaraki was alive, but the villains don't like to face emotions head on anyway.

Dabi shifted on the chair uncomfortably, fiddling his hands together despite the restraints on his wrists. They were already asking personal questions? Damn. He should've known better than to expect his friends to sugarcoat the topic, though.

"...mm, yeah. I dye it." He tilted his head forward and pulled at his hair to show his roots, which were starting to redden a bit. He'd have to re-dye it soon. Surely, the heroes would let him.

Himiko gasped, a small smile placed on her face. "Ooohhhh! I like both of your hair colors. You look so grumpy with black though-" her voice broke off into little giggles, which Dabi rolled his to in response.

"Is everyone alright?" Compress spoke up. His mask was off, and there stood a man in his forties, with brown hair and dark brown eyes. He only wore a mask for his whole magician persona. Still, his proper sounding voice was laced with concern.

"I'm exhausted!" Spinner shouted. He had broken a wrist from when compress fell on him, but besides that, was absolutely peachy. Y'see, the reptile man was the best at denial.

Jin, whose mask was off, scoffed. He was in so much pain without his mask, but the man also understood why it had to he taken for the time being. He clutched his head, grunting, "I'm— I'm okay tired aswell, but okaY—" he jolted upwards, exclaiming "I WANT TO DIE. IT HURTS. I AM DOING ABSOLUTELY AWFUL-"

He shut up when Toga reached over and put a hand on hus shoulder, whispering a few words of soft encouragement. Jin took a deep breath, and put his head down again.

"Sshhhh... it's okay.." the girl whispered, then turning her head to smile at Mr.Compress. "I'm great! Just a few bruises. I didn't even bleed... boring- Dabi! Dabi! Dabi! How are you?"

The artificial ravenette's arms and neck were covered in bandages— so was his stomach, but no one could see that because of the white, oversized T-shirt hanging loosely from his skinny body.

He found himself shrugging, a hand reaching up to run through his hair. "Fan-fucking-tastic." Sarcasm engulfed his tone, to no one's surprise.

Spinner reached over to pat him on the shoulder, but halted when Dabi gave him a glare. The lizard mumbled a small apology.

Suddenly, the subject changed. And for the worse.

Jin sat up again, except this time, his face twisted in pain as liquid seeped from his eyes. He was crying. "F-first... Magne— and then... now... now Shigaraki. It's... NOT FAIR! IT ISN'T!" When his voice raised, just about everyone flinched, except for toga.

At the mention of their two dead friends, everyone's moods plummeted.

The blond kept going, though. "They were ... good people. Murderers, okay, but who isn't?! They just had rough upbringings, it isn't their fault! They don't deserve to die, damnit! Why is it always the best people, why is it ... why..." his voice broke as he started to sob loudly.

Himiko started to cry aswell, completely unable to help Jin. Shigaraki was like an older brother to her, while Magne was like a big sister. And now they were both gone. It wasn't fair.

Sadness plagued the room, and everyone was crying, even dabi. He was silent though, putting his head down as tears fell from his face. He hated being sensitive ... but deep down, the league members meant alot to him. They were his family.

They were all ... family.

Aizawa quirked an eyebrow, still stunned by their closeness. Before he could say anything, his phone pinged. He pulled it from his pocket, eyes scanning the screen.

Toshinori, who's contact name was 'the heroics teacher' had sent a messgae.

'Yamada is coming to replace your shift. You're needed in the nurse's office, there's something wrong with Shigaraki. ' it said. Allmight never talked that serious.

He waited impatiently until Hizashi walked in. Aizawa looked him over and shrugged, before turning around and quickly leaving him with the group of sad villains. He'd find a way to deal with it, but Aizawa had his own matters to attend to. Shigaraki.

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The villain was strapped down into a hospital-like bed with heavy restraints. They were useless though, since almost every bone in his body was shattered. Well, HAD been shattered. Recovery girl was able to heal his skull, spine, and other bones that he NEEDED to be intact.

But there wasn't much that she could do, because he was so unhealthy, and barely had any energy wallowing around in that frail body of his. It seemed like he never slept, and barely ate.

He was basically covered in bandages from head to toes, with his heart rate being measured at all times.

It suddenly dropped, and a loud beep filled the room. Toshinori panicked, putting a hand over his mouth as he saw Recovery girl rush around to try helping him.

She used her quirk on him again, and that steadied his heart rate immediately, but it had risks. Would he ever wake up? His energy had to be completely gone.

"Is he.. alright?" Toshinori asked, worriedly looking over the boy's body.

"Shhhh!" Recovery girl snapped immediately.

Tomura groaned, his chest began to heave. He was starting to panic, even if unconscious. It escalated into screaming and whimpering soon after.

Aizawa walked in mid scream, eyes widening when he saw the boy freaking out, and the other two sitting there. Nobody knew what to do, and neither did he.

The villain's screams and cries were mainly incoherent, except for when he called for his master, or mumbled small sentences. "Stop it" for instance, was a frequent one. "I'm sorry" was another.

It was like he was having a night terror, but the heroes couldn't fix it. Not when he couldn't wake up.

Eraserhead, despite having a special hatred for this boy, pitied him. He walked over to the thrashing child, gently placing his hand on his forehead. The kid was burning up. He felt like Touya after his quirk went haywire.

But Tomura had no fire quirk, so there was a serious issue.

"I wonder what he's seeing," Toshinori commented. He was extremely worried for the boy, and desperately hoped that he would survive. Why was he screaming? What scared him so much?

"Don't treat him like a scared little child. This is a murderer," Aizawa growled out a reality check as he pulled his hand away from the boy and stepped back.

Tomura WAS just a scared little child, though. Deep down. But they didn't actually know that, at the time.

"I-I'm aware, but ... he's in so much pain. Nobody deserves that." The retired hero shook his head.

Aizawa could agree with that part, Atleast. If it were up to him, he'd have the kid get his neck snapped. There'd be way less suffering, then. Infact, the underground hero would be happy to snap his neck himself. That's what he told himself, atleast.

Tomura started to quiet down, his breathing steadying while his screams reduced to mumbles.

Incoherent, crazed mumbles.

Then something happened.

The boy's crimson, furious eyes shot open, and he was able to form a fully audible sentence. It went something like, "....Where the HELL am I?!"

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