M/n couldn't stay long, he knew that much. With his old friends muttering ideas and plans, M/n's mind was hurdling with endless creation. He twiddled his fingers on a metal screw, captured on a thought. When Bashira reached out to obtain his attention, M/n flinched away— heart racing. His eyes shone with a feral gleam, and the nail in between his finger tips was clenched so hard it drew blood.
Bashira backed up a few steps, wanting to ignore the subject, and continued on her mission.

"So you're safe now," Her voice showed all her emotions. Frightened, at least that's what M/n was hearing.

M/n rolled his eyes, head suddenly pounding with tense pressure. He stood from the broken chair he had claimed, and every voice inside his brilliant mind was screaming at him to leave. So he was going to. But he had to make it subtle. He pretended to stretch, he noticed the feel of the room. Something was up, and he had a feeling it involved him.

With his heightened hearing, he faintly heard the creeping of a door, but all his old friends occupied the room with him. A trap.

He slowly moved towards the back door before quickly opening it and sprinting out. He heard shouts and footsteps trying to keep up with him. He wasn't sure why he even tried running. There was nowhere for him to go. All the villains were gone, and everyone he knew was searching desperately for him. So lost in thought, he failed to notice the upcoming figure that stuck quickly behind him. When the impact from behind came crashing into him, he choked. Strong arms wrapped around his torso tore the wind out of his lungs, tumbling towards the forest floor, M/n gritted his teeth and attempted to knock off the larger person.  His eyes were covered with a thick cloth that blinded him from seeing any conflict around him,  and his hands were bound behind his back in an instant. Feeling the vile rise in the back of his throat, M/n gagged in reflex.

"Young M/n. How are you?'

Everything around him was spinning, and  the adrenaline coursing through his blood pumped fluently. He could feel everything moving with or without eyesight,  he's been properly trained to adapt to unfamiliar situations.

M/n growled harshly in response, only receiving a booming laugh in response. 

"I'll take that as a 'good'. How about you Midoriya?"

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IM SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING IN LIKE 5 EVER