shoot.

tomura decayed the wrong mall, the one he meant to get was full of people - this one was only with you - exploring the place. he knew for a second his league was looking for him, so he made no attempt to move, there was breaks of light pushing its way into the air pocket, there was enough to light the entire pocket up.

outside, you could hear the media talking about an old mall finally collapsing in on itself, it would only be a few hours before you and tomura were found - the good path for you would be the cops finding you, the bad path is the league finding tomura.

he sat opposite to you, not caring if you were injured or not. you were about to try and say something.

"don't. we aren't friends." he snapped, practically slapping you with his voice.