https://archiveofourown.org/works/15589824/chapters/36195216
Tomura squinted at the figure through the dust. Why the hell was the little brat still standing. “Noumu…” he growled anger rising and furious itching burning across his skin. “I told you to kill them, so KILL THEM!”
The mindless hulking monster that Sensei had promised him would obey every word did not move. Instead it glance at him, a trembling shriek echoing out of its disgusting beak. “Do it.” Tomura repeated, putting as much force into as he could. The mess of quirks and bioengineering, the things designed to crush All Might, to feel no pain and have no fear, took a single step forward before faltering, balking backwards with a warbling caw.Â
He could fear Kurogiri’s confusion at his side, and Tomura gaped at the monster that seemed afraid of the little Hero-kun. He whipped his attention back to the cloud of dust, squinting at the boy that stood within it.Â
“Ne…” drawled the small form once again, something so incredibly wrong about the soft voice, even as the sand caught in Tomura’s eyes and burned them.
The dust settled, and against his will, Shigaraki stumbled a few steps back at the terrifying intimidation. He seemed smaller, thin, bony wists poking out of the decaying sleeves of a ripped up gakuran. Blood dripped down his arms and off his chin, staining thin mangled limbs and glistening gristely in the light of the black flames that flickered off the boy. His neck lolled slightly, thin and bleeding, wrapped in bandages that whipped about in a phantom wind that rose suddenly, full of the whistling and howling of voices Shigaraki couldn’t fully grasp. A gust blew past pulling up the side of his gakuran, revealing a torso malformed and bashed in, a deeply bruised arm hanging uselessly, twisted grotesquely as if by some sever impact.
Blood dribbled out from grinning teeth as grin eyes glinted at him. “Did you think I would let you hurt anybody else?”Â
Tomura couldn’t stop the hysterical fear that rose up in him as he tripped backward, falling over. “N-NOUMU!” He shrieked, hand trembling against his will, itching nearly unbearable. “Kill him!”
“I think that you’re too late for that.” The boy giggled early, shadows growing darker. The grin that looked painful stretched only further. “Besides, Death doesn’t like me enough to keep me.”
The whistling wind picked up, buffeting Tomura back down as he tried to stand. The boy tilted his head, listening to the wind, the howls of agony. “It liked Mon though. And Hannah-chan, didn’t it?” The boy’s eyes welled with glowing tears, disturbing grin still stretch wide, as Tomura’s hairs raised. Panic bubbing beneath shaky hands that dug into the earth but didn’t disintegrate anything for once. “She was so young…” he murmured, grin relaxing just slightly. The boy’s eyes raised to Tomura, growing more viscous, crazed and glinting like the exposed bone poking through his kneecap. “But she’s not the only one you killed, was she, Tenko-kun?” He stepped closer, and Shigaraki stumbled to his feet, intent on running.Â
But the boy was in front of him, and he found himself face to face with the bloodcurdling smile as he tried to jerk backward but found his limbs restrained in echoes of dark lightning. The boy leaned in close, whispering conspiratively. “And you know what… they’re angry, Tenko-kun. Very angry… and I think they’d love to tear you apart.” The grin grew further deranged as blood dripped down and sizzled against Tomura’s skin, disappearing. Frost crackled and spread from where the shadowed lightning flickered over Tomura. He shivered “Can’t you hear them?”
Tomura trembled as he was dropped to the ground. The gale rushed around them, buffeting their clothes and sweeping up shadow and dust, Tomura clenched his hands to his ears, digging into his skin until it bled.Â
 “CAN’T YOU HEAR US??” screamed the wind, as the boy swept his arm toward their surroundings, grinning hysterically.Â
