Kacchan left me. He turned tail and ran. Again. That coward. Doesn't he know about me? Doesn't he care?? That jerk. Eraser Head is still here, using his quirk on me for some reason, and trying to pry out information. No more Mr Nice Guy now, huh?
"How do you know my student? What is your quirk? How old are are you? What is your real name? How long have you been with the league of villains? What did Bakugo mean when he said he saw you die?" Thisan does not shut up, does he?
"I will only answer to Kacchan, thank you. I don't really care about you as much as I do Kacchan, so... Not worth it, y'know? Although, it is quite the honor to be captured by you. I've looked up to you for awhile now. I know everything about you. Even the secrets you try to hide." I smiled warmly at him. "Like why you never--" he put his hand over my mouth.
"That's enough. I don't know how you know that, or what game your playing, but you will talk eventually. I can't hurt a kid, but we have other ways." Eraser Head stalked out of the room and locked the door. Like that was gonna do anything. If only these dang metal pipes would break.
I wiggles and kicked, but the pipes wouldn't budge. I doubt the L.O.V. even know I've been captured, considering I disappear for weeks on end without warning all the time, and it's only been a day so far. I'm on my own.
The chair. I'm so stupid, trying to break the pipes, it was obviously the chair!! "Just have to..." I mumble. I tip to get momentum, before kicking hard and breaking the stops wooden chair. The rusted pipes groan and the screws rattle apart, letting me completely free. I pick up one of the broken pipes and walk towards the door.
Seems like they've had a shift change, because Midnight was now outside the door with headphones in. The idiot. That's why she didn't burst through the door the second she heard the crash.
I ease open the door slowly and only large enough to slip through. I sneak up behind her hit her over the head with the pipe. She crumples like a doll, the pipe now having the slightest bit of blood on it.
"Sweet dreams, Midnight." I stalk down the hall casually with the pipe dragging behind me. It's makuthis awful screeching noise, but at least it sets the mood.
"If Kacchan wants to run so badly, then he can run away with me." I smile wickedly and turn the corner, slipping out the back under the covers of night. Kacchan should be in bed right now, at the dorms. It was almost too easy.
I shouldn't be thinking about him, but I am. He- no, it looked so convincing. I almost let myself believe it was him for a second. But that was impossible. No way, no how. That imposter was NOT my Deku. My Deku would never have become a villain. My Deku never would have started calling me 'love.' and most importantly, my Deku was dead.
Wait-- when did I start calling him my Deku?
Nevermind, it doesn't matter. What matters is that I should be asleep, not being tormented by a creature that's wearing my old friend's face.
I roll over and close my eyes, trying to ignore the ominous feeling that was growing by the second. It was nothing, just a weird day. Nothing bad is going to happen. The pros will deal with that thing. All I need to do is sleep.
I thought I was dreaming when I heard the door open.