Kiyoshi stands upon the mound, a bead of sweat running down his temple. He doesn't move to flick it away; it would only be a distraction.

He winds up and lets fly a curveball. The stitches blur across the face of the ball as it sways inside and curves back around to cross the plate.

The batter swings, but only cuts through air. The ball sinks into the catcher's glove.

The stands erupt in cheers, and Kiyoshi leaps from the pitching mound to be greeted by his teammates. They circle around him, shouting in joy and pounding him on the back. Adrenaline continues to pour through Kiyoshi, and he exclaims that there's to be a party at his place.

Because he won. They won. The college nationals. All he has to go is up from here.

The team trickles back through the dugout and into the changing rooms where the coach talks their ears off with a long speech. But joy courses through them all and keeps their spirits high.

When he dismisses them for the night, Kiyoshi changes quickly and heads out to his car. He dials his parents, hoping to celebrate with them.

But his phone falls from his hand. His movements turn sluggish to the point he can no longer move a foot forward. The distant lights of the parking lot flicker as if moving in slow motion.

A blue light encapsulates him, and he is snatched up into a small marble in nimble fingers.

"Shigaraki will be pleased," the masked man says, leering down at Kiyoshi's frozen form.

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Kiyoshi can't take it anymore. His body was taken from him. His mind was ripped away. All he has left—what he fought so hard to resist being taken—is a tiny scrap of soul. And now he fears that fighting so hard was a mistake.

He is forced to watch this body rip and tear and destroy everything in its path. He retains no control over it, yet he remains aware of it all.

The wailing voices of countless other souls howl miserably at all times. There is no rest, no reprieve.

He wishes the heroes would stop retreating. There is no life left in here anymore. They don't have to fear killing this abomination. At least then Kiyoshi and the other souls will be free.

But no, they must continue thundering forward, destroying every life they come across.

Kiyoshi has nothing to be thankful for in this situation, but he continues to pray that his family remains out of sight. Because the monster will make no exceptions for him. Even as it gazes down at those with fear in their eyes, should Kiyoshi feel love fill whatever is left of him, it would make no difference. He can't bear to think of cutting short his parent's lives or eliminating his little sibling's chance at a future.

So he continues to pray.

Nobody I love...nobody I love...