Thump-thump, thump-thump

Is this what people do when they're going to die? A note of some kind?

Thump-thump, thump-thump

Dancing through the crowd and avoiding the piercing stares, Kaminari ran to his final destination, vermillion droplets trailing behind his hastened steps. Fingering the note in his pocket, he continued the long dash to his former school.

He could hear the League of Villains watching him from the streets, their other informants prepared to bring him back after his confession. Nearly ramming into another concerned bystander, he sidestepped and looked at one of his final obstacles.

Shigaraki held a hand to his neck, flakes of red and white attaching to his fingernails as he casually approached the teen, "This is it, hmm?"

Giving no response, the electric user eyed the gate that would lead him to freedom or death.

"Go ahead, betray the league and suffer the consequences," his fingers cracked loudly, "see what happens when you lose both of your 'families'."

Kaminari's vision waned, his world tilting as his escape wounds caught up with the adrenaline. Clear tears replaced the tracks of their predecessors and he limped past the adult, preparing for another run to his final destination. And with a paper heavier than his breaths, he finished his trek to U.A., the world accepting his identification for the last time.

Thump-thump-thump

I deserved it all. Every scratch, bruise, and broken bone - maybe this will make me less of a villain than I already am. Maybe I can die a hero.

Thump-thump-thump

Rivers of anguish dripped down his face, sun-kissed skin cursed with the reddened agony that came with. Violet pain surrounded his eye, the golden pools of emotion flooding through his facade. His smile was as broken as the fissures of dried blood that crossed his arm. Reaching one of the teachers' desks - who was it again? - he placed the stained note down. Aizawa looked over his student, questions left unanswered: where have you been? Why weren't you in class? What happened? Who did this? Leaning closer to Toshinori, his voice cracked as he whispered his last words, "I'm the traitor."

The gangly teacher's eyes widened, his mind doing all it could to fully understand the simple confession and Aizawa stood, a mass of teachers shouting different questions, some similar to his own. The teen made no sound, only a smile as he fell back, nobody there to pick up the pieces.

Thump

I guess the only thing I can do is say sorry. What else is there? I'm a villain and nothing more. A monster who hurt more people than I can count. Can I fix this? Or will I just be another bad-guy with regret?
Guess I'll never find out, I'll be dead.

Th-

Why can I still hear? It's annoying. Maybe I'm in hell. I deserved it, I guess.

-eep, beep, beep, beep-

I thought it was over, I guess not.