The sound of skin scraping across the ground and the sound of fighting and explosions outside of the thick barrier of fleshy fingers seemed distant at that moment. War, the one they’re facing— been facing. A pale hand gripped your throat tightly, holding your weak body up with no effort. Tomura made sure to keep a finger lifted. Your hands dug into his wrist, but it didn’t faze him at all; it was a weak attempt at fighting back, really.

”You’re all pathetic worms in my way of One For All. If I kill that explosive brat it should knock the sense out of Midoriya and make him rampage.”

He was referring to Bakugo. The grip around your neck tightened further.

”You seemed important to the boy too.”

The fingers from his other arm kept going, growing, and the sounds outside didn’t stop. Tomura’s body didn’t stop growing. Long white locks flowed down his shoulders, some hiding parts of his face. His crimson eyes were sharp, piercing through your half-lidded ones. The right side of his face was scarred, now the skin a dull purplish-red with the eye pure white. It seemed like he was staring into your soul. All For Ones voice made him pissed, because he wouldn’t stop talking in his mind.

Your ear piece had the voice of your concerned teacher, Aizawa, who was far, outside of the coffin-turned-UA. However, you were too dazed to hear his words.

Tomura just… stared. Straight into your eyes for several long, antagonizing moments.

”I’ll keep you. Your Quirk is useful. And I really don’t feel like killing you to get it.”

A hole opened in the fleshy fingers, to reveal another small space like the one you two were in, the walls the same fingers. He threw you into it, watching as you hit the wall and fall to the ground.