https://archiveofourown.org/works/15589824/chapters/36195216
Tomura squinted at the figure through the dust. Why the hell was the little brat still standing. âNoumuâŠâ he growled anger rising and furious itching burning across his skin. âI told you to kill them, so KILL THEM!â
The mindless hulking monster that Sensei had promised him would obey every word did not move. Instead it glance at him, a trembling shriek echoing out of its disgusting beak. âDo it.â Tomura repeated, putting as much force into as he could. The mess of quirks and bioengineering, the things designed to crush All Might, to feel no pain and have no fear, took a single step forward before faltering, balking backwards with a warbling caw.Â
He could fear Kurogiriâs confusion at his side, and Tomura gaped at the monster that seemed afraid of the little Hero-kun. He whipped his attention back to the cloud of dust, squinting at the boy that stood within it.Â
âNeâŠâ drawled the small form once again, something so incredibly wrong about the soft voice, even as the sand caught in Tomuraâs eyes and burned them.
The dust settled, and against his will, Shigaraki stumbled a few steps back at the terrifying intimidation. He seemed smaller, thin, bony wists poking out of the decaying sleeves of a ripped up gakuran. Blood dripped down his arms and off his chin, staining thin mangled limbs and glistening gristely in the light of the black flames that flickered off the boy. His neck lolled slightly, thin and bleeding, wrapped in bandages that whipped about in a phantom wind that rose suddenly, full of the whistling and howling of voices Shigaraki couldnât fully grasp. A gust blew past pulling up the side of his gakuran, revealing a torso malformed and bashed in, a deeply bruised arm hanging uselessly, twisted grotesquely as if by some sever impact.
Blood dribbled out from grinning teeth as grin eyes glinted at him. âDid you think I would let you hurt anybody else?âÂ
Tomura couldnât stop the hysterical fear that rose up in him as he tripped backward, falling over. âN-NOUMU!â He shrieked, hand trembling against his will, itching nearly unbearable. âKill him!â
âI think that youâre too late for that.â The boy giggled early, shadows growing darker. The grin that looked painful stretched only further. âBesides, Death doesnât like me enough to keep me.â
The whistling wind picked up, buffeting Tomura back down as he tried to stand. The boy tilted his head, listening to the wind, the howls of agony. âIt liked Mon though. And Hannah-chan, didnât it?â The boyâs eyes welled with glowing tears, disturbing grin still stretch wide, as Tomuraâs hairs raised. Panic bubbing beneath shaky hands that dug into the earth but didnât disintegrate anything for once. âShe was so youngâŠâ he murmured, grin relaxing just slightly. The boyâs eyes raised to Tomura, growing more viscous, crazed and glinting like the exposed bone poking through his kneecap. âBut sheâs not the only one you killed, was she, Tenko-kun?â He stepped closer, and Shigaraki stumbled to his feet, intent on running.Â
But the boy was in front of him, and he found himself face to face with the bloodcurdling smile as he tried to jerk backward but found his limbs restrained in echoes of dark lightning. The boy leaned in close, whispering conspiratively. âAnd you know what⊠theyâre angry, Tenko-kun. Very angry⊠and I think theyâd love to tear you apart.â The grin grew further deranged as blood dripped down and sizzled against Tomuraâs skin, disappearing. Frost crackled and spread from where the shadowed lightning flickered over Tomura. He shivered âCanât you hear them?â
Tomura trembled as he was dropped to the ground. The gale rushed around them, buffeting their clothes and sweeping up shadow and dust, Tomura clenched his hands to his ears, digging into his skin until it bled.Â
 âCANâT YOU HEAR US??â screamed the wind, as the boy swept his arm toward their surroundings, grinning hysterically.Â
