Tomura Shigaraki

Aster could barely hear.

Lights were flashing and people were yelling. I'm going to die if I don't do something! She thought frantically to herself. Focus. Don't mess your wording up.

Aster took a deep breath in. She could taste the blood running down her throat. I command myself not to be able to die from this. My cuts, broken bones, and blood may all stay but I will not die. She breathed out and the pain left her. She attempted to open her eyes.

Aster saw her new friend watching from the sidewalk as heroes surrounded her. She gave a violent shiver; the bad side of her quirk had finally hit her. Aster began to cough horribly. She could feel the blood running down her entire body.

"Oh my god!" Somebody yelled. They sounded distant. "Get a medic!"

"Who's going to catch the villain?" Someone else asked, Aster could feel at least four eyes on her.

"Hey," the first person yelled. "You on the sidewalk! Can you take her to the hospital?"

Takuro pulled his hood farther over his head. He nodded silently and looked at Aster's body on the ground. It was quite sickening. Her legs were broken, that was easy to see. One was snapped backward. Her arms weren't doing so well either. Her arms had to have been shattered. 

Her torso was what he was worried about. The car's front rammed her chest while the tires ran over her limbs. It was a bloody mess.

He looked closer at her. Aster's shirt was ripped at the bottom and exposed her tire-marked stomach. The heroes had left in pursuit of the villain. Now he had to bring her to the hospital.

"D-Don't," Aster attempted to speak. "Worry." She looked up at his shocked face. "I'm fine." She smiled and closed her eyes. She didn't feel any pain. Her quirk helped with that.

"You are a bloody, gory mess." He snapped back, sounding more harsh than he meant to. "Can you even walk?" Aster remained silent. After a moment, she tried to stand. Takuro was shocked to see no sign of pain come from her as she used her broken body off the ground.

"See?" She asked him. She stared defiantly into his eyes. Though she didn't feel any pain, her broken bones restricted her from sharp movements. She looked down at her legs. Gross. She winced.

She was so focused on not puking that she didn't notice Takuro walking up to her. He was in front of her before she noticed.

"Hey-" Aster began to protest as Takuro lifted her. He propped her legs on one of his arms while her back rested on his other arm.

"Shut up and let me take you to the medics," Takuro said. Her large green eyes stared up at him with shock. Blood ran down her forehead and onto her chin. It dripped onto Takuro's hoodie.

After a long walk, the two finally arrived at the hospital. 

As they walked in the doors, Takuro asked Aster to put a mask on his face.

"What? Why?" Aster asked. Nobody was sick in the lobby.

"Just do it!" He snapped. She was taken aback by the anger in his tone. What was that bad? She grabbed a white mask from one of the mask dispensers and slipped it onto his face.

"Thanks," He mumbled. He walked up, Aster still in his arms, to the front desk.

"Oh my god!" The receptionist screamed upon looking at her. "I'll get a doctor right away!" She hurried away and left the two alone in the lobby. Takuro carefully lowered her into one of the plush chairs.

"The doctor will come by and help you soon," He promised. "I have to go." He turned and walked through the door, briefly glancing back at the blood-soaked girl behind him.

Aster was now all by herself in the hospital lobby. She looked up at the TV for entertainment. 

Aster froze.

The news continued to play. The realization suddenly dawned on Aster. She felt sick, but also curious. Takuro. The man who chatted with her, helped her to the hospital, and set her gently on a chair to wait for help...was a villain. And not just any villain, he was the real deal.

Tomura Shigaraki.