Told you I would get the next chapter on right away!
This chapter as triggering topics so please don't read if you can't handle it or you know you will feel uncomfortable
TW: attempt suicide, crying, drugs
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Recap: And at the end of it all, there he sat. On the floor of the kitchen where he lost everything, voice burnt out, heart broken and surrounded by the remains of his destroyed home.
Nothing left.
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Shigaraki had went back to the league about two days after all that happened. He's tried texting and calling Shota the whole time, but it doesn't even show he's read them. He really fucked up, didn't he? If he would have said nothing, things wouldn't be like this and they would be how they used to be.

Truth be told, he didn't like being alone. In fact he hates it! But here he was, back at the hideout, in his room, alone. He wanted to cry, but he has no more tears to shed. He wanted to scream, but his voice is too horsed to get anything out. He scratched his neck aggressively, thinking over everything over, and over, and over again. His acraching only got worse when he realized how pathetic he looked in from of a fucking hero. He kept scratching, maybe if he got deep enough his throat wouldn't feel so closed shut, and he can go up and ask anyone for help. But the more he thought about it, the more he decided against it. They others already have their own mental problems, placing his problems to them would just make they spiral further into this hell.

He lets out a choked out sob and looks at his phone. His eyes widen when he see that Shota was typing. Maybe they can just forget it all happened? Maybe he had a bad day and needed him? The thought quickly left his head when the typing bubble goes away for a few moments then the message that breaks him even more that he already is popped up.

"Maybe we should quit this before we get any more attached to each other."

Tomura read over the message over a few time then reply's with a simple.

"Okay."

Shigaraki choked on his own sobs again and stands up wiping his tears away from his face. He needed to get out of this building. He grabs "father" and puts him over his face and puts on his red jacket, and rushed out of his room. He was just letting his feet lead the way. But he doesn't go downstairs to leave. He goes up more stairs until he's at the roof of the building. He saw Dabi there smoking and shrugs. He walks over the the ledge, next to him and lets the wind pass through his hair.

"You good boss?" Dabi finally speaks up from the silence the stood there for about 5 minutes. Shigaraki nods and looks at his hand, "that smells like ass." He said and Dabi only laughs.

"It's weed mop head, it doesn't exactly smell the greatest." Dabi said and hands him the drug. "You seem like you need this." He said then pulled out another one he had for himself.

Shigaraki sighs and takes a drag or the blunt. After inhaling he blows the smoke out. He looks down at the ground and watches all the hero's and citizens walking in the side walks.

After about 20 minutes of smoking and watching everyone, he felt like he was floating. He thought that he could just walk off and not fall at all. He doesn't try it until he was sure of himself he could.

It's funny what drugs can do to you, right? You will feel so good and think you can alway be safe, and nothing was wrong. Then you do the reckless. You do what your thoughts tell you to do when your sober.

Shigaraki looks at where Dabi was and saw he was leaving to go back inside. He looks back down and lifts his leg and leaned forward. He was going to fly. Just like how he hoped that would be one of the cool quirks he would get, as a kid. He was so sure he can. The wind blowing in his hair helped him relax as he finally falls off.

His hair flys in front of his face as he falls. He knew he wasn't flying but at least he was finally getting away from the cruel world. Then he felt two arms grab him. He was still in the air so he knew who it was that was holding him. He hear hawks voice lecturing him, suddenly making him pissed off.

He wanted to let it all be over. He wanted to be comforted by the wind in his ears. He didn't even realize he was crying. His eye twitched as he was brought down to the ground.

Hawk wouldn't let him go though. He looks up at him with a glare and struggle in his hold, until he saw the League standing around him. This is overwhelming. He can't stand all the stair he was getting by everyone. They were all talking but Shigaraki could care less. He just wanted to never come low from this high.

Everyone started walking and Shigaraki looked at them confused. He say Dabi looking pretty upset. Since win is he ever upset? He's always cocky around us.

Shigaraki closed his eyes and layer his head back. He didn't care what's going on. He can leave that to the future him to deal with. He relaxes in Hawks arms and Hawks stops walking. He was hearing new voices now. Some of panic and distress, others of just demand. The moment he hears familiar voices, he opens his eyes.

Everything was blurry at first but his eyes land on the person he wanted to see last. Panic grew over him as he looked around and saw he was at the police department.

Now he wanted to fight back, his struggle in Hawks hold and yelled at him to let go of him. The League looks at him and try's to tell him to calm down.

"I'm sorry shigs." He hears Hawks say then hits a pressure point, making him black out.
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