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They weren’t able to capture the exact thing master wanted, but he would have to do.
He won’t be good to use as a team member. They know that already.
However, he does make a good hostage and a representation of how pathetic Yuuei really is.
Fragile and soft tears, a delicate face, silky hair. This pawn should be a model, not someone who is meant to represent strength. Who could look at him and think of safety? No wonder Yuuei chose him, it shows how much they cannot be relied on by society.
Pathetic cries for help can be heard from the boy and it is an ungodly sound, so duct tape is used to cover his mouth. If left long enough, hopefully he can form an unsightly scar, ruining his only chance at ever having a good thing going for him.
Weak.
The boy is not as much as a moron as first thought, however, as he attempts to use his navel laser quirk to light up a signal. If there were civilians round here, he may have escaped. Lucky them, though, there’s nobody here. Even in the shadows of the city, the lights are not bright enough to be seen. He damages himself more and more as he asks to be released to no avail.
Muffles of a foreign language are the only things that can be heard. Fortunately, it is not audible enough for anyone to understand him.
Eventually, they make it back to their headquarters. Ironically, a drink is needed after having to deal with a blonde brat for a while.
“This is what you brought back? Pathetic.”
“You are missing out the potential here, master. He does not seem to be close to the others, so it will be unlikely for a rescue operation from the students. There may also be a weak hero rescue. It's perfect bait -- it’ll show the biggest flaw in the hero society.”
Blondie looks as if he’s about to throw up, so the duct tape is ripped off. A wound is indeed left on his face, which will most likely scar. The sight of vomit and tearing of skin is oddly pleasing. He is spat on and the others enjoy looking down on him, watching his reactions closely.
“As much as this is not what I asked for, your ability to adapt has improved, Tomura. You still have a lot to do to mature, though.”
The screen turns off, leaving the white noise static to play on an infinite loop, waiting and waiting for the next thing to break the void of voice-
“This boy! I think he sings! Can you sing for me?” chimes in Toga.
He refuses, shaking his head as he stays silent, a wavering frown dawned on his face. The boy is terrified.
And they love it.
Toga threatens him with a knife so close to his neck, one wrong movement could cause injury. He breathes heavily, trying to push out the pure terror that clouds his mind.
“Did you not hear me?”, she taunts. “I said, sing for me .”
Knowing his life depends on it, he reluctantly agrees. For anyone else, death might be preferable, but he does not want to be seen giving up. How cute.
A microphone is shoved into his face and it is recording. He knows he can’t fuck this up.
A beautiful yet tragic voice can be heard coming from his soul, as he sings full of emotion (mostly fear). He sounds so powerful yet so so weak. The sound of losing. The sound of defeat. It suits him.
The voice is eventually stopped again and the recording is sent off to All For One.
The sound of giving up is now immortalised, thanks to the angel-like voice given up by Aoyama Yuuga.