Shigaraki lunged at the UA student, and the villains slowly began forming an arc behind him. A normal hero would be scared because there appeared to be a fuming army of villains with bloodlust seeping out of their pores.

The broken, quirkless person just twisted his head in his arms to make eye contact with the bluenette. His eyes were so dull, Shigaraki almost faltered.

But then Izuku whispered something that made Shigaraki try to stop his body's momentum towards the UA student. "Kill me."

Shigaraki's eyes went wide and he tried to change his weight so that he fell out of momentum or at least slowed down. But all was for naught, and all five of his fingers came in contact with the boy's head of hair.

Everyone at the bar sucked in a breath. Even though they have seen their leader disintegrate a person, it never fails to make their stomachs twist. Some quirks, no matter how much you are around them...always just seem unnatural.

"Huh?" Compress was the first to voice concern at the boy not turning into dust beneath their shoes. The man knew showbiz, not this voodoo magic crap.

Shigaraki removed his right hand from the boy's green curls, wrapping his left hand around the right wrist, he stared down his palm.

It didn't work, I didn't kill him.

For a split second Tomura lost it and lunged once more, grabbing the glass of leftover alcohol. It disintegrated after seconds of being touched. Phew. His quirk was not gone.

"Aww why isn't Deku bleeding yet?" Toga asked, bouncing from one leg to the other. She was practically vibrating with excess energy.

"Why isn't my quirk working on you?" Questioned a suspicious Shigaraki. He was both annoyed and angry now.

Izuku broke eye contact with the older bluenette and put his face further into his arms. "I have no quirk."

"So? That explains literally nothing." Bellowed Dabi.

It took a moment of silence before Midoriya sat up and turned his seat around so he was facing the army of villains. "I have no quirk."

"Yes you do, we saw you use it multiple times. No you don't, we haven't seen anything!" Twice jeered.

"It's gone." Izuku said, sliding off the stool and leaning down to grab Toga's old knife that ended up under the counter when he flicked it off trajectory. He traced the blade with the tip of his finger. Nothing happened.

"Ha! Then you can't be a hero--" A chorus of laughter followed the observation. Even the villains knew he was useless without a quirk.

Midoriya knew it too. But he wasn't ready to accept the finale yet.

Instead he brought the knife, blade down, in front of his torso. He turned to his left, looking directly at a lustful Toga. "Do you want to see blood?" The voice he used was very soft, as if he was asking a child if they were okay. But his words confused the villains.

Hero's...can't kill, right?

It's against morals....right?

This kid is a hero in training but he just doesn't have a quirk at the...

The Eight Precepts.... Developed a drug...

This kid was shot, he was the one on the news! Shigaraki was fidgety. He didn't know how to react.

This bratty kid was the one who got shot, so his quirk was permanently gone. Yet his quirk wasn't working on him.

Would...any quirk work on the kid?

"Yes yes yes! Deku I want to see blood! I want to see your blood! You would look so pretty in blood! Red red red! Red bright blood! Red and green! Red blood on Deku!" She busied herself with jumping around.

A few league members took a step back from the slight showdown the two highschoolers were having.

But Shigaraki was fascinated.

This hero is in their base and acts totally changed. He would be a great accessory to their group if he knew that quirkless people were no more than dirt to heros. He just needed to be shown the heros in their true forms.

Quirkest. Freaks.

Shigaraki smiled again, laughing psychologically. Izuku glanced at him before turning fully to Toga.

"I want to see red too." He whispered. Suddenly he jammed the knife deep into his abdomen. A couple of villains screamed, unnerved and surprised by the action.

Shigaraki stilled.

Just as suddenly as it began, Izuku twisted it out of his gut and spun on his heel, chucking the blade at Kurogiri. It happened so fast that no one knew what happened.

Midoriya's breathing was shallow, he was angry, and bloodlust spewed from his small, bony figure.

The league ripped their eyes off the panting teen, seeing that the knife severed through the metal neck piece of Kurogiri

That neckpiece was the only important part of Kurogiri that should never be severed because it was the one part that still made the nomu human. All for One couldn't turn him completely or else the body would have no functioning connection to the world. The Nomu would have died. But now...blood poured out of the metal piece.

No one doubted it, Kurogiri was killed on impact. That was a sad fact.

And no one knew how to feel. First Big Sis Mange, then Kurogiri. Any one of them could be next.

Shigaraki froze in shock, a hero...killed?

He looked back to the kid, who was staring at the corpse with dead eyes. How ironic. Then the boy surveyed the room with calculating green eyes.

The boy was quirkless, causing the number zero to be worth more than him.

But that was only recently....this looks as if the boy has been quirkless his whole life. The leader couldn't figure Izuku Midoriya out. This whole situation was annoying.

And why the heck can he not have a quirk and also be immune to Shigaraki's? That just made no sense whatsoever to the bluenette.

He analyzed the boy, the greenettes weak, bone-thin arms. No muscle was on the boy, he looked sickly. His eyes were sunken into his head, making them look bigger if not for them to be half closed from obvious mental trauma. His skin tone had a slightly grey hue, like he hadn't gone outside in months. His hair was both mild and matted. This boy had been through the wringer.

That is not a hero, Shigaraki finalized.

"I'm here to simply end this." He killed Kurogiri, the escape plan....

He isn't going to give us to the Police...he is offering no option of escape.

Shigaraki's eyes widened, the teen was going to kill them all.

He opened his mouth to warn the rest of the League--but he was too late.

Midoriya had studied the villains in his head. He had come up with a plan during the week after he woke up.

He needed to take the quirks best for escaping out first. It upset him that he had settled on killing the bartender first, afterall Midoriya always seemed to have a nagging feeling in his head that Kurogiri was someone else. Kurogiri seemed to be forced into the role he played and now it was just second nature. But he had to make sure All Might lived. Eri needed a future, a happy future. And these villains were going to try and take her to make the drugs in the future, Midoriya just knew it. Eri deserved more.

If All Might followed Nighteye's opinion on the next successor, Mirio would have to fight All For One...and Izuku knew that the odds were horrible. He didn't want Mirio to lose his quirk or die. Mirio worked too hard to be a hero.

So after killing Kurogiri, he scanned for his next target. A quirk that wouldn't hurt him or touch him might yet might be mentally disorienting.

He lunged across the room towards a shell-shocked Twice who was clutching his head. He was in the corner but after seeing Kurogiri dying, the split-adult had staggered forward and was in a crouch.

Midoriya came up onto the villain and hugged him, pulling said villain to his chest. He rubbed the black and white mask with his hand, trying to soothe the sobbing, mumbling man.

"It's ok, you're okay. I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry." A tear escaped Midoriya's eye as he apologized to the villain. "You went through so much, I hope you are able to learn what loyal friends and family are. I hope they're always there for you when you need them. I'm so sorry, I'm--I hope you feel freed soon." Izuku leaned forward and kissed the top of the mask. "You deserved better." He said, another tear shedding. Faster than the eye can see, the teens hands moved down to Twice's head and shoulder.

He pushed Twice's head to the left, into his own chest, and the opposite shoulder to the right. Within a second, Twice was dead, neck snapped.

Midoriya got up, easing the body leaning partially on his chest to the ground gently.

A knife swished through the air next to him, almost skimming his ear. Toga was hysterically screaming. A shrill sound that signified a mental breakdown no one should ever be subjected to.

The League was now further into shock, Dabi more so because it was as if he was seeing his family falling down like flies causing his emotional state to decline. Compress was trying to hold himself together. He had known that when he entered villany people would die, so he tried to keep himself from becoming attached. However he was never expecting this. His face was changing emotions by the second, slowly attempting to register the past few minutes. Spinner was in agony, his buddy Twice, who had been his best friend since they joined, along with Mange, were both dead. Spinner was furious, his fists balled as he made his way to the teenager who was near Toga now.

Izuku looked into the sad depth of Toga's yellow eyes. She tried to throw all her knives at him, but they just bounced off the boy's skin. She began throwing more and more, eventually emptying her whole stash of extra knives as well.

She was laughing while tears ran down her face.

"YOU KILLED TWICE! HE'S DEAD NOW!" She broke off in a bitter, psychotic laughter. "YOU KNOW HOW SWEET HE WAS, HE CONSTANTLY MADE EVERYONE LAUGH AND EVEN TOOK CARE OF US WHEN WE WERE SICK! HE TOOK CARE OF SPINNER AND I, HE WAS LEARNING THAT EVERYTHING WAS--EVERYTHING WAS GETTING BETTER! HE WAS BETTER, HE COULD TAKE HIS MASK OFF FOR UP TO THIRTY MINUTES WITHOUT FEELING SICK! HE WAS LEARNING THAT HE WAS HUMAN! AND--AND YOU JUST--" She sniveled, her fingers loosening around her last knife. "You just killed him." She broke into sobs, Midoriya took this chance to get closer to the fellow high schooler.

He slowly wrapped his hand around hers and took the knife from her grip before she could drop it. He wrapped his arms around the teen, pulling her to his body. He patted her back and rubbed circles into her back and between her shoulder blades.

His mother used to rub him there when he had long, painful days and just couldn't help but erupt into tears.

He whispered into her ear. "He didn't deserve this life, and neither do you. You deserve love, and to be loved. You didn't get that growing up, and being a villian didn't feed your desire to feel wanted. You are not a killer, Toga. You are a kid who wants to feel the loving embrace of someone. You are a kid who just needed a hug and a warm place to stay. You deserve that, and much more. You're the epitome of beauty, others just need to see it. And they were blind, but I'm not. I see you, and you deserve so much more than what was given to you. I'm so sorry for this, but hopefully you'll be happier now." Slowly he used one hand to push the teen closer to himself and cradled her head against his chest.

He used the knife to position it and find her fatal spot. He sucked in a breath, apologizing one last time before quickly stabbing her vial organs. She died a few seconds after the impact and fell limp in his arms. A small sob escaped the boy as he pulled the knife out and slowly led the bloody teen so she softly landed on the flooring.

Suddenly he was knocked out of his crouched stance and rolling on the ground. They stopped rolling on the ground, and Midoriya looked up to see Spinner pushing his body to the ground. Midoriya was running out of strength, if his adrenaline faded then he would be done for. He looked up to the fuming eyes of the reptile.

Midoriya flinched, a horde of memories at war in his mind.

"You killed my family." Growled Spinner in a loathing tone. "You are no hero." Spinner brought his hand to Midoriya's throat, causing the boy to not be able to fill his lungs. Spinner was choking the boy.

Midoriya's vision was going in and out, but he raised his left hand--his free hand--to the side of Spinner's face.

"You...," he wheezed, "de...served to...be...accept...ed." The boy was turning purple, the oxygen just barely out of his gasp was taunting him. "I...hope yo...you are able...to fe...el at home...soon." Midoriya pushed out the last of his words as his vision faded once again.

Spinner, thoroughly shocked by the heartfelt sentences, loosened his grip on the teens neck. He blinked and his anger turned into confusion.

Why was he...choking a kid? This was just a kid! This kid didn't deserve anything either. But he killed Twice and Toga? The kid has to be a...

This kid is...

...A villain too?

Spinner was shocked by his thoughts.

Afterall, he himself was a villain. He had killed a surplus of people along with the League. Heck, they had even made a game out of it.

But this just felt different.... The kid didn't seem like a villain while doing this. In fact he seemed genuine.

Did he say things like this to Toga and Twice too before he killed them? Spinner hadn't heard the boy's whispers to the other two but he wouldn't doubt it.

"I'm...so..rry."

It was in such a feeble voice that Spinner doubted he heard it at all. He snapped out of his thoughts and looked into the green eyes.

He paused, loosening his hands even more, now only slightly pressing into the boy's throat. But before he could back up, he felt a pain searing through his chest.

His vision blurred but he saw a lot of red.

Is that....blood?

He staggered back, falling off the boy and onto the ground. But the teen caught him. The reptile could see the strain in the boy's young features. It was hurting him too--seeing them all die.

Spinner realized this a little too late.

Looking back, he realized a lot of things too late, and he missed his parents. He wants to go back and hug them one more time. But sadly he knows his time has come, like their's did years ago.

Midoriya made sure Spinner was on the ground and still before putting his forehead on the villain's. It was oddly intimate the way the teen understood Spinner's perspective.

The boy, still panting and muscles burning, spoke softly to the reptile. "You definitely...deserve to be love...loved... and cherished...because...you deserve to be...accepted...as you are..."

Spinner smiled at the teenagers words, It's exactly what I needed to hear...from a hero...

Slowly Spinner lost consciousness and fell into a dark sleep.

Midoriya turned to the remaining three villains with tears running down his eyes. They stared back at him.

Dabi looked close to breaking, his intrusive thoughts amplifying, telling him that he should have done better, been more powerful, saved them.

He should have listened to Endeavor. He should have trained harder. He should have...he should have--he should have just done something dangit!

Compress looked conflicted as he stared at the dead bodies on the floor. All had relatively quick deaths...the little hero wasn't going to make them suffer, but heros don't kill. He tapped on his mask in a nervous manner and began mumbling, walking around and dissociating. He wasn't attached to these members...yet he knew everything about them. Their flaws, their fears, their origins and their names. He knew them and they knew him.

Was the show over now that they're gone?

Compress was shaking.

Shigaraki looked around the base. As the leader he felt worthless. But he needed to preserve the last two members of the League the best he could. He needed to help them survive.

He needed them so gosh darn much.

They can't die too.

So he lunged, hands out towards the UA student, but said student merely sidestepped and Shigaraki went tumbling and rolled over on the ground. He ended up stirring the dirt on the ground into a cloud, causing him to enter a coughing fit.

It was Toga's turn to clean the main rooms tomorrow.

He tried to not think about everything, but it was hard hearing the sobs and heaving breaths of the last two members.

He heard the footsteps between all three and was reminded of his homelife...his family...his sister...

Shigaraki entered his mind and watched as the flashbacks turned his mind to mush.

Midoriya slowly advanced towards Compress, trying to make sure he doesn't startle the masked villain. Once the teen was less than six feet away, the villain's head snapped over to meet dead, green, sad eyes.

"No! No! Don't come near me!" Shreaked the magician, waving his hands. After the war in his mind he said, "You--you monster! The show is over! Over! It's over." He sneered at the teen.

Izuku heard the pain and sincerity in Compress's voice, so he knew that even though the adult was in shock and unable to get away from his showbiz attitude--which was a coping mechanism for Compress to refer to in stressful and traumatizing situations--that his words had a deeper meaning.

Midoriya pauses his pursuit, an emotion much like diluted despair enveloped his features. This stop allowed for the distressed villain to begin running towards the boy.

"THE SHOW STOPPED BECAUSE YOU KILLED THE MAIN CHARACTERS!! THEY'RE GONE NOW BECAUSE OF YOU!"

Noticing the fast pace of the villian, and the lack of weapon, Izuku braced himself so he wouldn't fall and opened his arms wide. Compress was confused, though kept his momentum going and jumped onto the boy.

His emotions bubbled up and he had no plan besides killing the teen that took everything from him, for the final time.

But many things happened. One being that the two people collided, and the second being that Midoriya did not fall.

In fact it was closer in accuracy to say that Compress was being captured into a deadly hug. Compress squirmed, now that he had run into this blindly, he wanted to get far far away, thus trying to push away from the murderer.

"I don't--stop touching me--no, let go!"

But Izuku just held the masked villain close and eventually said villain stopped struggling.

"Compress..." Whispered the teen through a strangled voice.

When Spinner choked him, it must have damaged his vocal chords. He definitely shouldn't be talking, so now he had to limit his words so he could make sure the rest of the League understood.

"Just...just kill me now. The show is over."

Slowly, one of Midoriya's hands moved up to greet the back of Compress's mask. He unhooked it, causing it to fall. The man tensed. He felt like his act was falling apart.

And it was.

"Compress..." Midoriya pulled away slightly too make sure they looked into each other's eyes.

"You need to realize...that your self--worth is...more than the character...you play." Midoriya has to take small breaths in between every few words, and his voice was gravelly but understandable.

Compress began to cry, so Izuku moved a hand to caress his face, his thumb wiping the tears from the magician's cheeks.

"The show you produce...is amazing...but you are worth more...than it, no matter...what. And you...don't need to be a magician to have...people accept you as you are... you deserve to be able to love yourself..." Midoriya's voice cracked. "I'm...sorry for not hugging you sooner."

Compress molded into the embrace, wrapping his arms around the teenager.

There was screaming and sobbing in the background but in the moment, Midoriya was focused on Compress and only Compress.

"Let me say their names...then I'll be ready." Said Compress in a shaky voice. He knew that nothing would bring his loved ones back. He knew his mental mask was cracking, he knew he eventually had to put his showbiz coping mechanism away and eventually face his trauma head on. But he didn't know it would all end so abruptly. He had so many regrets. So many. But he doesn't regret growing attached, so he wants to share their names--no he needs to share their names.

This cannot be the end quite yet.

Death was inevitable, yes. And this kid was going to kill all of them, Compress knew it, but he seemed to be healing them as well. He had seen Midoriya's mouth moving when embracing all the other members, but he had just assumed the teen was taunting them. Looking back, the kid was helping free them from their last regrets and fears.

So he wanted to give the boy their names.

It won't change anything, but it will ease Compress's conscious.

"Twice is--was Jin Bubaigawara." He said, turning his head so he could talk comfortably to the teen's ear. "Spinner was Shuichi Iguchi.... Toga's full name was Himiko Toga. Dabi's name is Touya Todoroki..." There was a pause after Compress felt Midoriya shift. The kid knew something but now wasn't the time to ask. "Kurogiri was Oboro Shiraumo and Shigaraki is Tenko Shimura."

There was a silence between the two. The only sounds were the others in the background. Midoriya needed to hurry, he could see the blue flames erupting from the fire user, who had yet to break from his flashbacks and toxic thoughts.

Compress tried to pull away yet again but Izuku held firm. After a deep breath, Izuku began speaking once again. "You said the cast...yet forgot to mention the main character's real name." He said smoothly.

Compress chuckled dryly, laughing, "I guess I forgot." He pulled away from Izuku, who watched him go for what the UA student assumed to be the final act.

Compress spun around, striking a pose and making marbles in-between his fingers as he fanned them out. Midoriya smiled.

"I am the main character, and my name is Atsuhiro Sako!" He bowed down and Izuku, understanding the importance of allowing Compress to maintain the main character title, bagan clapping.

It was a sweet moment.

Compress got up and looked around. Half the room was filled with smoke from Dabi being aflame. He pointed to the corner and looked the dead eyed boy in the face. "The fire extinguisher is over there. Use it when you speak to Dabi, so the place doesn't burn to oblivion."

Midorya nodded, thanking Atsuhiro.

"No, thank you Midoriya." Compress replied with an echoing voice, "Now for my final act, It must be on my terms! The scene is the last afterall, so it must be special!" Compress moved to the right, closer to Dabi's flames. Green eyes widened at the villian and reached out to grab him but it was too late. Compress had slipped into the flames and the smell of burning flesh intensified.

Though he was ninety percent sure Compress had died, the teen ran over to the fire extinguisher to put out the flames. He didn't want the bodies to get hurt, their souls didn't deserve that.

Izuku sprayed the small fires that had sprouted here and there. He made his way towards the source of the screams, Dabi was sitting on the ground, hands over his ears and curled up in a fetal position. Scorch marks littered the ground around him from his flames.

Midoriya slowly walked towards the flammable adult.

"Dabi...can I...touch you?" Midoriya weezed. His throat had taken a lot of damage, but he needed to finish this so he pushed through the pain.

However Dabi gave no response. He just repeatedly rocked back and forth. After a few more tries, Midoriya gave in and decided to pull the fumbling adult up to the best of his abilities and hug the poor victim.

Dabi started shaking and hitting Midoriya. He pounded on the teens back with his fists and tried to push away. After a minute of failed attempts, he started using his quirk to get away but Midoriya was persistent.

After a few more minutes of failed quirk usage, the villain just fell limp and continued shaking. Izuku began using one hand to rub the back of Dabi's head.

Eventually, after being soothed enough, Dabi's sobs turned into sniffles and he regained full consciousness. The flashbacks were over. And he was still being hugged.

"Better?" Izuku hoarsely whispered.

Dabi looked at the teen, teal eyes into green ones. Both so broken. Both so different.

Dabi nodded, too tired and traumatized to talk.

There was silence as the events settled in. "...you killed them...."

Izuku slightly stiffened at the sad voice but then resumed rubbing the villain's head. Not once had he let go of the one armed hug. Dabi's head was laying on Midoriya's chest as the older began to disassociate.

A strangled voice, "Why?"

"Because...they deserv--deserved...better." Midoriya knows what he is doing, and he knows that these people are victims of a cruel world. And he knows that they have more in common than he would like to admit. And he knows that they are all close. And he won't lie to them.

Silence seems like a common denominator recently.

Ectoplasm would be proud with the math pun.

"You deserve...better too." Izuku pushed out. Breathing was getting slightly harder. He shouldn't talk much more.

Dabi stiffened. "I don't deserve anything. I'm a villain."

"No...you deserve...everything be...cause you're...human. You...were born so...you are worth...being treated as...a human."

There was a silence until small sobs escaped Dabi once more. He didn't know he had needed to hear that all along. His father had abused him and turned him into a weapon to pass All Might then discarded him as if he were a broken toy when Shoto came along. He had never been treated as a human. He had never felt human.

Even with the villains he saw himself more as a weapon than a member.

But now someone understood him. Understood that he too was a human being. Even when the eldest Todoroki didn't feel human, he was seen as a human.

But now it hurts just a little more.

"But...you're gonna kill me." Dabi said, finally pushing away from the teen. Looking at Dabi, Izuku made a quick assessment.

He wasn't ready to die. He was told that he was human finally. After years upon years of feeling like an animal, the adult realized his worth. Midoriya saw Dabi wasn't ready, but also that he didn't want to stay much longer either.

A shrill scream rang out from near the left wall. Shigaraki was still reliving all his flashbacks.

Dabi snapped his head to his leader. The strong, video game obsessed leader that trained tooth and nail to control his quirk so none of the league potentially got hurt. The leader that was now in pain and suffering because of his own mind.

"Dabi..." The Todoroki snapped his head to the teen. "Go outside...and wait...we will all watch the sun... go down to...together."

Dabi, seeing the teens eyes flicker to the shaking Decay-quirked user, decided to comply and made his way to the door. He was too tired to escape, and he had a lot to think about before he decided it was time.

Midoriya immediately made his way to the bluenette. He stopped a foot or so away from the teen.

"Shigaraki..." He called softly, hoping not to startle the adult.

The adult flinched and staggered back, sobbing more.

"Shigaraki..."

A lesser flinch occurred. The shaking was slowing down.

"Can I...touch you?" Izuku asked.

"N-no! NO! I'm cursed...I'm a monster! I killed you! I'll--I'll kill you! DON'T COME NEAR ME!" Shigaraki was now pressed up against the wall. He was shaking again, spiraling into a new set of past memories.

"You...won't hurt me..." Midoriya held out his hand. "See?"

Tomura flinched at the slow moving hand, and then pushed his own hand further into his chest. He felt the need to get his cursed fingers as far away from the person in front of him as possible.

"Tomura... trust me...I'm not lying. Take...deep breaths...with me and...take my ha...hand."

After a while, Shigaraki had calmed his breathing, but his vision was still blurry.

"Take my...hand..." Whispered Izuku once more.

Slowly, hesitantly Shigaraki held out his own and hovered it above the teens. He flicked his eyes up to meet green ones, hoping to get a signal to continue. Midoriya nodded. And slowly Shigaraki pressed his hand to Izuku's. Nothing happened.

Midoriya smiled and intertwined their fingers. "See...nothing happened!" A small smile made itself prominent on the small kid's face.

Shigaraki missed this...being able to touch someone and not be afraid of killing them.

He wanted to be held in a hug again.

But Izuku stood up, pulling the other up by his hand, and hugged the slightly delusional adult.

He read Tomura's expression and obliged. Tomera sunk into the embrace easily.

Izuku took this time to tell Tomura something.

"You're...not a monster...you never were...and never...ever...will be.... You were failed...by a...cruel society...in many...many ways....You should...should've...been able to...have a good...chance be...because yo...you deserve...it." Izuku's throat was throbbing and threatening to close with the amount of trauma he has had to it.

Shigaraki seemed hesitant to believe Midoriya's words but seconds later deemed it truthful.

For someone killing the League, he seems to be actually healing their old mental scars.

Midoriya stayed in the hug until the Villain leader pulled away. Then Izuku led the frail villain to the concrete outside the bar. Dabi was sitting down, legs crossed, leaning on his hands behind him and lounging back to look at the sky in front of him. The sun was getting lower but there was still a long time until the sun actually set. Midoriya sat to Dabi's left, and Shigaraki on the other side of Midoriya.

They sat in silence watching the sun go down together.

Dabi broke from his reminiscing to watch the beautiful colors fade to thrilling stars.

Shigaraki and Midoriya held hands and eventually the leader wrapped his arms around the teen once more, wanting another long overdue hug. Midoriya, a sucker for hugs, allowed the people beside him to lean on his shoulder, hold his hand and then hug him.

Both of them held severe trauma and needed this relaxing end.