-x- Third Person POV -x-

"We've just received word from our man, Tomura Shigaraki," Kurogiri informed.

Shigaraki leaned back in his seat, foot propped up on the table. "And?"

Kurogiri walked behind the bar, picking up a rag and a glass before beginning to wash it. "'Deku defeated him and protected the civilians on the train. Our spy also informs us that, even after civilians started berating him, he refused to fight back."

Shigaraki sat upwards, stroking his chin. "So," a wicked grin grew on his face, "This means we do have a chance. The kid won't know what hit him." He let out a harsh, manic laugh before relaxing once again. "We'll just let the heroes do the work for now. I'm sure the brat's bound to get curious at some point..."

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-x- Izuku Midoriya's POV -x-

Passing the man off, I sat down, shaking. My fingers trembled as I brushed them through my hair, nodding on as another officer spoke to me. I couldn't say I was paying too much attention, though. I suppose I'd have to give some sort of statement later on.

Kirishima sat next to me, equally as shaken. "Man," he spoke quietly, "That was terrifying."

"You didn't seem as scared as someone might expect, though," I mentioned, though my voice was a low mumble.

"Well, it's not my first run-in with villains," he sighed.

I froze, turning towards him. "What?"

"Never heard of the USJ incident, then?" he asked. I shook my head. "Well, to put it simply, our class - 1A, actually - went on a field trip to the 'Unforeseen Simulation Joint,' where we were supposed to have rescue training. Before we could even finish the explanation, though, the League of Villains attacked." I felt a pang in my chest. I swear I've heard that name somewhere. "They weren't too organized - mainy some lower criminals - but they did have this guy who could create portals, one who could disintegrate everything he touched, and some mutant that could rival All Might's power."

My eyes widened. "Teleport? Disintegrate?! Rival All Might???"

Kirishima glanced down. "Yeah. The teleporting guy moved us all across the USJ, trying to kill All Might. You can't see it since his clothes cover it up, but at the USJ the disintegrating guy - Shigaraki, I think - messed up his arm. He's got a nasty scar now."
I blinked. Shigaraki. I know that name.

"Uhm...," I asked, "Who is this Shigaraki?"

"I think he's the League's leader or something? Actually," he sighed, "I think that's who was after you. He's got the blue hair and everything." He seemed a bit nervous.

He's hiding something.

"...What?" I straightened, stiff. "Why would someone like that come after me?"

Kirishima froze. "Uh... I don't know, man." He sat still for a moment. "Maybe it's because he saw you with All Might or something. He might think you're close and wants to get to you or something." I couldn't help but feel he wasn't telling the full truth, but I brushed it off.

My heart fell, though. "I don't want to put All Might in danger."

"Don't worry, man," Kirishima gave me a toothy grin. Although a bit nervous, he seemed genuine. "All Might ended up kicking them out of there. Even the guy who was supposed to be as strong as him."

I bit my lip, nodding. But you don't know about his condition.

Kirishima offered me a smile, placing his hand on my shoulder. "It's alright, man. Nobody will let anything happen to you. Heck," he laughed, "Even Aizawa-Sensei put his life on the line. The guy came in next class wrapped up in bandages. That's how you can tell he really does care," he rambled before finishing. "Anyways, my point is that all of the teachers at U.A. are like that. They won't let something bad happen on their watch."

My tension eased a bit, though I couldn't say I was exactly relaxed.

"Everyone may re-enter the train," a voice said over the intercom.

I raised my head, blinking. "Guess they finished everything up."

Kirishima nodded, and we both stood to enter. However, someone stood in front of the door, blocking us.

"Hey man," Kirishima stepped forwards, "Let us in."
The man shook his head, glaring at me. "There's no way he's coming back in here."

I furrowed my brows in confusion, and Kirishima looked almost... Angry.

"Why not?" he asked with a forceful tone.

He scowled. "You know exactly why."

"He just saved your lives!" he yelled, even making sure to look behind the man. "Is this how you treat someone who does that for you?! You should be treating him like a hero!"
Seeing that the man's mood was only dropping, I stepped forwards, placing my hand on Kirishima's shoulder. "Hey, it's okay. I can just-"

"No," Kirishima said. "This isn't cool." He turned his attention back towards the man. "Now let us in. You have no right to keep us from getting inside."

The man narrowed his eyes. "It's my right to safety. Who cares if he took that guy down?" He glared at me, jabbing his finger my way. "He was the one who brought him here!"

A lump caught in my throat. He's not wrong.

"Really, Kirishima, I'll be fine," I said, trying to get him to drop the issue. It really is my fault."
Kirishima turned towards me. "C'mon, man! Of course it's not your fault. This guy is just being an ungrateful jerk!" He shot a look towards him. "This isn't your choice to make. And it's not like he's actually done anything to you."

"Not done anything?!" someone yelled from the back, prompting another person to speak up.

"He's caused nothing but trouble!"

Kirishima gritted his teeth, harshly whispering. "He's trying his best. And you know you're not allowed to talk about that."

"Talk about what?" I asked, confused.

The original man scowled. "How you're nothing but a v-"

Suddenly Kirishima punched forwards, his fist connecting with the man's jaw. He heaved before looking down at his hand, surprised. He became red and looked up at the man. "I'm so so-"

The man held his jaw as people held him upwards to keep him from hitting the ground.

"What kind of hero are you supposed to be?!" someone spat.

"Figures someone who'd hang out with that kid would be trouble," another grumbled.

Kirishima froze. "I..."

Stepping forwards, I put my arm to the side. "Leave Kirishima alone!" I shouted over their comments, rendering them silent. I cleared my throat, lowering my voice. I could feel their eyes piercing through me. "He didn't do anything," I said. "I don't know why you hate me, but if it keeps you from hating him, do whatever you like. I won't stop you."

Kirishima reached his hand out. "Midoriya, I-"

Shaking his hand off, I shook my head. "This isn't fair. You shouldn't have to fight for me."

Kirishima's hand fell as the people inside stared. Suddenly, though, the original man straightened himself.

"So you don't remember the trouble you put everyone through?" he hissed. "Liar." Without giving me any warning, he pushed on my chest, causing me to stumble backwards and fall to the ground.

I stared up at him, lips slightly parted and furrowed my brows.

"What?" he spat, "Are you going to fight back? Show everyone just what kind of person you really are?"

You could end this so easily.

Heaving, I forced myself upwards.

It wouldn't take much.

"Midoriya, what are you doing?" Kirishima asked, concerned.

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Sighing, I brushed my hands on my pants.

After a moment, I connected eyes with the man. "I told you I wouldn't stop you. Go ahead. Kick me to the ground. I won't fight back."

Kirishima's eyes widened. "Midoriya..."

"Because," I narrowed my eyes, "Heroes are there to protect those in need - not to fight innocents."

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mIDORIYA MY BOY

YOU ARE SO SWEET

A SMOL, SMOL CINNAMON ROLL

;,)

*wipes away tears*

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