#indomitable will

Little Fujiki :3

(the actual kitten in the pic is called wisp btw i immediately thought of him bc he also has some incredible meows for a small kitty)

Not to sound dramatic or anything, but I would take a bullet for Wisp.

Chapter 4: Lost and Found

Summary: Tomura continues his escort missions, defies the laws of life and death to make sure he's there for *all* his friends, and brings the story full circle.

Excerpt:

Swallowing hard, Tomura knelt in front of Mon and gently took her face in his hands. “Mon-chan, I need to break a rule,” he whispered. Her ears pricked up. “I think the broadcast is a little behind, so I died already, but I need to go to before I died.” His throat tightened, his fingers prickling as his quirk stirred in reaction to his sudden spike in adrenaline. “Not far, just a few minutes. I need to be there for Dabi. He’s so fucking stubborn! If he dies without someone there, I know he'll do something stupid! I don't know what happens to people who die and refuse to leave, but I bet it’s not good. Dabi as a vengeful ghost isn't something anyone wants. So, I'm going to try.” He smiled crookedly and rubbed behind her ears. “I don’t know who runs this crazy afterlife business, but I doubt they’ll be happy with me. That’s just fine. I’m a villain, breaking rules is kinda my thing, but you’re just Mon-chan. I’m not even sure why I’m explaining this to you.” That was a lie, and Tomura knew it. He was explaining to delay his trip, to spend a little bit longer with his dog, just in case he got on God’s or Buddha's or Whoever’s actual shit list with the stunt he was about to pull. 

Giving her one last hug, he stood up. “Mon, go home.” He pointed to the waiting door. Mon whined, her ears pinning back. “Go home,” he repeated sternly. Still whining, little stub of a tail tucked, Mon reluctantly went to the door, paused one last time to see if Tomura would change his mind, then nudged the door open and went inside. 

Letting out the breath he’d been holding, Tomura turned and headed down the hall, his black coat flapping out behind him. He reached out as he walked, running his fingers along the wall, letting Decay out. His quirk couldn’t touch this world anymore, but he imagined it eating away what it could touch. He could picture it perfectly, Decay destroying this hall, destroying any barriers that got in front of him, letting him walk wherever he wanted. 

The world around him went black. Not black as in behind his eyelids or the times he’d been locked in a pitch dark room for training. This black was… empty. A weird sort of hungry empty that ate up every other sensation. There was nothing to hear, no echo of his footsteps or the sound of his own breathing. He couldn’t feel anything either, not the clothes on his skin or the beat of his heart, not even the feel of the floor beneath his feet. He’s not even sure he’s still walking. No sound, no sight, no sensation… except a sudden and overwhelming sense of being watched that exploded out of nowhere.

Tomura fell to his knees, or thought he did, suddenly hyperventilating. The back of his neck prickled, and he expected to feel teeth sink into the tender skin. It was like every nightmare where he ran from something invisible and deadly, but his body refused to cooperate and he woke up just before it caught him— only this time,  he refused to wake up.

“Let me be there,” he whispered. And he could hear himself. The sound made him jump, and the way each word fell from his lips like it was weighted was almost as terrifying as whatever was watching him. Swallowing, he forced himself back to his feet, and kept walking as he spoke, “I failed them all. I let them die when I should’ve saved them. I can’t undo that, but let me be there for this at least! Please!”

He struggled forward a few more feet, then the feeling of eyes on him vanished.  There was a nearly audible snap! and he tripped… and fell into a frozen wasteland. 

The switch from literal nothing to this was painful, a complete sensory overload, and Tomura had to spend a moment coming back to himself. When he could finally think like a human again and not a small, scared animal, he looked around. 

This is a true demonstration of humans indomitable will to survive