In the midst of his inner turmoil, Aoyama found himself standing alone on a deserted street, the dim glow of streetlights casting long shadows across the pavement. His heart weighed heavy with the burden of his secret, the weight of which threatened to crush him under its relentless pressure.
As he walked, his steps slow and deliberate, his mind raced with conflicting thoughts and emotions. On one hand, he felt a deep sense of loyalty to his classmates and a desire to protect them from harm. But on the other hand, the fear of exposure gnawed at him, casting doubt upon his every action and decision.
Lost in his thoughts, Aoyama barely noticed the figure that approached him from the shadows until they were standing right in front of himβa silhouette cloaked in darkness, their features obscured by the veil of night.
"Hello, Aoyama," A voice spoke, low and insidious, sending a chill down his spine. *
Aoyama's breath caught in his throat as he recognized the voice, a cold knot of fear tightening in the pit of his stomach.
"Shigaraki..." he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper.
The figure stepped forward, emerging from the shadows to reveal the sinister grin of Tomura Shigaraki, leader of the League of Villains.
"You've been keeping quite the secret, haven't you?"
he taunted, his eyes gleaming with malice.
Aoyama felt a surge of panic grip him as he realized the gravity of the situation.
"Please," he pleaded, his voice trembling with desperation. "I didn't mean toβ"
But before he could finish his sentence, Shigaraki raised a hand, silencing him with a wave of his fingers.
"No need to explain,"
he said dismissively, a cruel smirk playing on his lips.
"I already know everything."
With a sinking feeling in his heart, Aoyama realized that he had been discovered, his carefully guarded secret laid bare before the eyes of his greatest enemy.