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AUTOPSY REPORT
Autopsy performed on a ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ SHIGARAKI TOMURA and an ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ : NINTH WIELDER
From the anatomic findings I ascribe the death to :
- ATROPHY IN THE MUSCLES
- LOSS OF DREAMS
- INTERNAL CONFLICTS RELATING TO THE CORPSE OF A CHILD
- INTERNAL CONFLICTS RELATING TO THE CORPSE OF A CHILD
- BLEEDING INSIDE THE HEART
- BLOOD LOSS
- DEHYDRATION
- STARVATION
Anatomical Summary:
- Loss of external figure of hope [READ: MASTER ALL FOR ONE, FRIEND IIDA TENYA] resulting in ;
- The deaths of a ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ SHIGARAKI TOMURA
- The “ death ” of a previously known MIDORIYA IZUKU
- MIDORIYA IZUKU : NINTH WIELDER is covered in a rust colour [It remains unknown whether this was BLOOD or DIRT, though most s peculation says that it were a mix of both ]
- ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ SHIGARAKI TOMURA moved as though in a NEW BODY
- They both had the same BONE DEEP WEARINESS prevalent in their EYES
Report :
External Description :
The weather is dark out, sky covered in hues of grey clouds. Shigaraki walks through the rubble of the city, alone. It feels strange for him to be out of that cave. It feels strange for him to be without the League of Villains. The sense of dread deep inside his rib cage feels strange, too. It tells him that he has two options. Go back to the cave, to All for One, and be healed. Or die out here. In the rain. With none of his friends there to be with him.
Izuku feels disconnected from the world around him. Besides the persistent buzz in his ears, everything, to him, is silent. He feels only slightly dazed. Maybe he’s still in denial from Iida’s death. Maybe he’s still reeling from his moms dead body. It’s probably a mix of the two. He doesn’t know what to do. He wants to go back to UA. He doesn’t know if he can. No, he knows that he can’t. It’s too dangerous. He killed their class representative. One of his first ever best friends. He can’t go back. Can’t.
While still staring at the ground, something happens. Danger Sense triggers, a sharp and grating sound striking through his head. And then—
Internal Examination:
Head:
The two of them are in the air before Izuku himself realizes what he’s seen, his body reacting on impulse. A sinking feeling nestled inside of his chest, and he can do nothing more but stare weakly ahead through the rain.
Shigaraki Tomura.
“Stay on guard, Ninth.” Says Shimura suddenly. It doesn’t help rid him off the feeling of disbelief.
He knew, somewhat, that this would happen. Of course he knew. That's the whole purpose of his being out here alone. Because Midoriya Izuku is the current and ninth wielder of One For All. The quirk which has been cultivated over the years to end All For One once and for all. Now, this extends out to more than just him, but Shigaraki, too. One way or another.
It only makes sense to meet him. It's better to have it happen now, and here, all things considered. But he's still acutely aware of Iidas now dried blood—even if he hasn't, or refuses, to acknowledge it. How could he?—which stains his once white gloves. Iida's pale and unmoving face, covered in red, still looks at him through the insides of his eyelids.
All the same, he croaks out: “Shigaraki.”
Across from him, held frozen in the air by Black Whip, the villain in question stares straight into Izuku's own eyes.
Neck:
“You. I didn't expect to see you here.” His voice is more gravelly than when they last talked, which almost seems impossible, considering the last time he had heard Shigaraki’s voice was when he was fresh out of a lab, one month early.
“Be careful.” The Second says. “We don't know what he's planning.”
Izuku doesn't say anything in return, offering only a hum. His body has only just started to brim with the power of One For All, but even then, he isn't sure if that can kick his spirit back into motion.
“You know, I wouldn't fight you if I didn't have to,” Shigaraki says, squirming only slightly in Black Whips hold. “But you’re annoying. Like an insect.”
“If you weren't so hellbent on destroying everything, I wouldn't fight you, either. We don't have to.”
“Yeah, well, that's my dream. Aren't you heroes meant to support those?”
“The dreams that heroes support aren't the ones that kill and hurt thousands. ”
Shigaraki snarls. “Yeah.” He says it so easily, but with a bitterness that Izuku can feel even some meters away. That's the last word Shigaraki says before he raises his hand, Rivet Stab flying directly towards Izuku.
He dodges to the side, having felt it with Danger Sense. The pit in his stomach grows deeper still. This is it. This is it. Is this it?
But with how fast and continuously Shigaraki keeps rushing him, there's no time to think. He's moving on instinct with Danger Sense, and in that time, he goes over everything he knows.
Body cavities:
There is no back up coming.
The league might be anywhere here, waiting to ambush.
There's no time to think.
You have to keep anyone and everyone from getting hurt again.
This is it.
“Why?” It's all he can think to say, gritting it out as he slams his fist into Shigaraki’s arms. Only fifty percent.
“You wouldnt understand,” Shigaraki growls in return. Decay. Dodge. “I almost feel bad you're involved in this. But I don't. Your choice that you won't give up, and you’ll die for it.”
Shigaraki grazes Izuku's arm, just for a second, and the skin on his arm begins to rot. Still, he kicks at his ribcage in return, using that as stabilization to put space between them. There's only a moment to breathe before he's rocketing back to Shigaraki with Float.
Wyoming Smash. Block. Fall back. Hit. Punch. Kick. Decay. Dodge.
No one else can get hurt is the only thought going through Midoriya Izuku's mind.
Rivet stab. Dodge. Detroit smash. Black Whip. Bite.
“I can't wait to send you and the rest of your fucking hero friends to–”
I want to save that little boy.
“You don't know anything about what heroes really do!” Izuku says, breathing heavy as he swings his arm again. “Shigaraki, your dream of destroying it all, was there no other way ?”
“Other way?! What, are you trying to pity me now? Just shut it!”
Shigaraki's on Izuku again, so close that he notices the skin on Shigaraki's arms look like it's melting off the fat and muscle. “I'm not trying to pity you. But– All this bloodshed! You hurt so many people, people that I care about!”
Don’t let his full hand touch you, thinks Izuku.
“I'm not going to throw the ones I care about away from some damned strangers! I'm not like you disgusting heroes!” He spits. “My dad used to say that, you know. You hurt those that love you for people you don't even know.”
“So you decide to hurt everyone? Everyone, even those who had no involvement in your life at all?!”
Danger Sense triggers, and he manages to duck out of the way of an oncoming hand, just barely. Izuku's becoming sloppier. So is Shigaraki. Both of them know it. The fight continues regardless.
Heart:
“Ninth, make sure you're keeping your heart in check. Don't go overboard by mistake, just because you're angry.” Banjo, the fifth, reminds him
This is it. No one else can get hurt.
Sometimes the only way to save someone is to kill them.
Nails scratch some of the skin off of Izuku's forearms. He is bleeding. Hissing, a metal sole swings into Shigaraki’s elbow with a crunch. Unfortunately, he regenerates, even if the shape of his arm is still a little off. The fight is messy. There's blood and sweat and dirt coating both of them.
Impact after impact, wind surges away from them. Izuku’s sure someone has seen the fight. He wonders if heroes will show up. He knows that he has to end this before then.
He punches Shigaraki as hard as he can right in the shoulder. His skin is going purple. The bones have started to break. Regardless, he does it again.
“I don't care about the system that doesn't give a shit about me, or any of my friends!”
“That doesn't–”
“You don't understand. I almost pity—you. This entire system is rotten . It's infested with germs. Disgusting. I'm going to tear it down. It abandoned me, so stop acting so damn righteous!”
He swings a left, and Izuku met him halfway. Which one is on defense and which one is offense has been thrown away, now. All that's left is a brawl between walking corpses.
“Abandoned?”
This is it.
“Yeah. Just like..thousands of other kids out there who grow up to be like me,” Something in Shigaraki’s eyes festers. The hatred grows ever deeper. “A villain. Just another—evil doer, huh?”
A knee meets the underside of his jaw, and Shigaraki’s head flies backwards with the force of it. He reaches out a blind hand, grasping and scratching and yanking at the meat of Izuku's cheek in retaliation. His forehead slams into Shigaraki’s chin. Izuku swings the back of his foot into Shigaraki's back. Shigaraki bites the skin on his broken arm. Blood splits between the purple surface. He yanks it out.
Izuku thinks back, briefly, to what he had said to Shimura. I want to save that little boy. Then to what Gran Torino said to him. Sometimes the only way to save someone is to kill them.
“Even All Might, the ‘symbol of peace’, solved his—problems by punching right through them! So what? You’re just—gonna kill us all? Swipe us all—under the rug?!” As Shigaraki yells, blood begins to come out of his mouth. Izuku feels dizzy and tired. He's running on fumes that he doesn't have. The skin and muscle on Shigaraki’s arm continues to fall off.
“They pretend to—be so powerful, but then just ignore everyone you hurt! And then these damn heroes act like they can do no wrong. I said it before, none of them…understand, and that’s why heroes and—villains exist!”
Shigaraki charges again, a fist on both sides of Izuku's head. Izuku punches him square in the nose. Neither of them are blocking or dodging anymore. They've started to think so slowly that they only dodge once they've already been hit.
“So that’s where your dream comes from? Because you were left behind?”
“Not just me. But…all of my comrades in the league, too. Almost—every villain out there, I assure you.” More blood is spilling out of his mouth. He is pausing between words. It sounds like he's struggling to breathe.
Respiratory system:
Dog eat Dog. Ghost eat Ghost. They're both the same, in a way. Abandoned masters. Abandoned dreams. They are fighting each other. Why?
Izuku misses a left. Shigaraki reaches out to grab him. That misses, too.
Shigaraki punches Izuku in the stomach, but he narrowly avoids being decayed. Izuku slams his fist into Shigaraki’s throat.
Maybe in a different world, a kinder, better one, they wouldn’t be in a fight to the death. In a kinder one, a distant one far away, maybe, just maybe they could’ve been friends.
But not this one.
“And what are heroes meant to do, then, Shigaraki?”
Kick. Rivet Stab. Block. Punch. Black Whip. Hit. Danger Sense. Decay. Move. Scratch. Bite. Bruise. Cut. Survive.
“I don’t give a damn anymore! That’s why—I’ll just destroy it all! Everyone here, this whole ideology, it’s fucking unsalvageable!”
Izuku blocks his hand that was aiming right for the deep gash on his cheek. He kicked him in the place right below his ribs, right above his stomach. And just like that, Shigaraki Tomura goes limp.
A second passes. Two seconds. Three.
There are no sounds except from the rain and their ragged breathing. Shigaraki makes no movements. His breath turns shallow. Izuku stays unmoving, an arms length away from Shigaraki. The rain around them seems to slow. Everything around them seems to slow outside of their bubble in the air. High above the world, Izuku, at this moment, has no thoughts. All he can do is stare at Shigaraki's body, wrecked with bruises and cuts. At some point, the regeneration seems to have slowed. Distantly, Izuku notes that he is in pain. He does not register it.
“...Shigaraki?”
Silence.
Shigaraki coughs more blood.
“What.”
Izuku feels a bit manic. “Are we…done? Is this–” He pauses, mind full of cotton. His arms are aching. “What now?”
“I don't know,” Shigaraki mumbles. More of his left arm—which is little more than a mess of flesh and meat and bone by now—falls to the ground beneath them.
They are silent for another few moments.
“You're a hero. A good guy. And I'm a bad guy.”
“...”
“But we're kind of similar. Aren't we?”
“...I-I don’t…We could be.”
Silence.
The rain continues to fall. Shigaraki's breathing continues to get more and more shallow.
Silence.
Shigaraki coughs blood.
“Midoriya Izuku…I don't like you,” He says. “But I—need you to do—something. For me.”
Izuku doesn't respond.
“Tell Spinner that—that I, Shigaraki Tomura…fought to destroy. You. Everything. Until the very end,” Izuku blinks. He stays quiet. “We're enemies, I know. But can you—do that for me, hero?”
Silence.
Izuku nods, numb. “Yeah. I can. I will. I'll– I'll try, Shigaraki.”
“Can you tell him that I loved the league?”
“Yeah. I will.”
“Thanks, hero.”
.
.
…Silence.
Shigaraki Tomura does not breathe.
Liver:
He does not cough.
He does not say anything else.
He does not move.
.
He does not breathe.
.
Izuku waits.
Shigaraki does not breathe.
Izuku continues to wait. He feels numb. The world around him is timeless.
Shigaraki Tomura Does Not Breathe.
Izuku wonders, perhaps as some sort of last grasp at hope, that maybe this isn't real. Maybe Shigaraki is still alive. Maybe he's just using this as a tactic to touch the ground. But Izuku knows, no matter how hard he tries to ignore the realisation and understanding that Shigaraki is Dead.
Another second passes. Izuku feels his quirks start to give out on him from exhaustion. Over exertion too, maybe. He lowers them to the ground, stumbling as his feet meet the grey rocks that used to be houses.
Izuku just…breaks.
He stares at the lifeless corpse of Shigaraki and feels something in him crumble and collapse. Is it him hitting the ground or is that in his mind? He doesn't know.
Iida's blood still stains his clothes. Shigaraki's blood stains his clothes. His own blood stains his clothes.
His mother, his dear, sweet, amazing mother, who raised him alone ever since he was a child, is a corpse. Because of him, because he couldn’t protect her.
Izuku takes in a ragged breath, and sobs. He wants his mom. He wants her to be alive. He wants All Might. He wants class 1-A. He wants everything to go back to how it used to be. His chest hurts, his legs hurt, his arms hurt, his head hurts. Everything just hurts. He wants everything to go back to how it used to be.
But it won't. Not anymore. It won't. It can't.
With a hand that he barely feels anymore, one covered in blood and dirt and cuts and bruises and purple skin, one made of broken bones, he pulls out his communicator. The one that connects him to Endeavor and All Might and Hawks and Best Jeanist and all the heroes he used to admire from afar, but now, now, now he stands sixteen years old and cold and alone and covered in his own blood and the blood of his friends and his enemy, his friend who was sixteen, too, his enemy who was twenty two. His head is aching and he shoves all of those thoughts away into a tiny box and pushes it out of the forefront of his mind. Izuku doesn't know if he feels nothing or everything.
“Deku?” Endeavour's voice crackles across the line. “We haven't heard from you in a while. Are you alright?”
Spleen:
Is he alright ? How does he even begin to answer that? Is he alright? How about they ask that to Iida? One of his very first best friends, that Izuku himself killed? How about they ask that to Shigaraki, who died at twenty two? Who died in the cold with none of his friends there for him? Who died abandoned by the hero system meant to save people? How about they ask that to his mother? To his mom? Who died alone and searching for him, because he wasn’t strong enough to defeat All For One and Shigaraki when he should’ve?
“Yeah,” Izuku croaks instead of voicing any of that. “Shigaraki Tomura is dead.”
A few beats of quiet. “What?”
“He's dead,” He repeats, before explaining, “I…ran into him. We fought.” The ' he lost ' remains unsaid.
“And you didn't call for backup!?”
“He, uhm. Got me by surprise.”
“...Okay. We're on our way. Stay hidden. Make sure none of the league members can ambush you. How injured are you?”
“Uh, kind of badly.”
“Can you stand?”
“Yes. For now.”
Best Jeanist says something in the background, but Izuku can't make it out. Endeavour continues speaking. “Stay on the line. Don't hang up, just in case something happens.”
“Okay.” The adrenaline is starting to wear off. He looks down. To put it simply, this may be the most injured he's ever been, which is kind of saying something. Some of his skin is coming off, revealing the muscle underneath. That must've been from the few times Shigaraki managed to graze him and use decay. More of him is rotted than he thought it'd be. Besides that, his arms are both purple, though his right one is more tattered and destroyed than the left, which he's using to hold the communicator. Izuku sits on a piece of concrete.
The rain has started coming down harder. He senses the other vestiges' presence, though he's too out of it to tell who it is. They say nothing. Around him, the world feels blurred. All of his senses feel almost dulled.
“Do you see any other villains around?”
“No,” Danger Sense hasn't triggered at all since the fight ended. “If any were here, they probably would've attacked by now.”
“Listen, Deku,” Hawks is the one talking now. “We're going to bring you back to UA. Recovery girl will heal you, and we'll figure out what to do from there, okay? Don't worry for now, we're going to handle it. Just stay on the line and make sure you're safe until we get there.”
“But, All For One—”
“Even he would have trouble getting into the campus as it is now, trust me. And he wouldn't have Shigaraki there with him, either. We'll sneak you in so the people there don't know, we won't make a big deal out of it. They won't know.”
“We can't lie to them.” Why is he arguing still? He feels tired. Exhausted. At least this is helping keep him awake, though.
“Right now, no matter what you or they say, you need rest, and to be healed. If that doesn't happen, you'll have no chance against good old All For One anyway.”
“...Okay.”
Endocrine system:
MIDORIYA IZUKU is found by the heroes not much later. He is SILENT. He says NOTHING. The little hero is now covered in DRIED BLOOD. {Note: Officials are uncertain as to who, specifically, the blood belongs to. It appears like too much for only the boy alone.}
HAWKS approaches. Almost warily, like one approaches a wounded animal.
HAWKS: “Deku?”
MIDORIYA IZUKU: (Hums, quiet. Does not move his eyes from where they stare at ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ’s body . )
HAWKS: “We have someone en route to… take care of that.” [They don’t, but BEST JEANIST is typing away furiously at his phone. They have someone en route now, at least.] “We have to get you back to UA.”
NINTH WIELDER: “…All For One. It’s dangerous.”
HAWKS: “We already talked about this over the phone. Look, I know you want to protect them, but you can’t do that in this condition.” (He gestures to the NINTH WIELDER’s wounds.)
BEST JEANIST: “Even the strongest denim can become unusable in the wrong conditions.”
HAWKS: “We’re just gonna get’cha healed first, ‘kay? We’ll figure out what to do next. But we can’t stay here.”
ENDEAVOR: “Hawks is right. You have severe wounds, and we have no idea when you’ve last eaten. All Might says you’ve been slowing down less and less. That is no way for a hero to take care of themselves. In the long run, you will wear out.”
HAWKS: “Plus! The defensive system at UA is no joke. I swear, All For One himself would have trouble dealing with it.”
BEST JEANIST: “For the time being, it would certainly be best to come with us.”
NINTH WIELDER: “Fine, but…I don’t want to worry any of the citizens taking refuge there.”
ENDEAVOR: “We have a way to get you in without them knowing, if that’s what you need to convince you. But we don’t have time to argue about this out here in the open. Villains could be anywhere.”
The NINTH WIELDER perks up at this, if only a little.
NINTH WIELDER: “…You’re right. Let’s go.” (He moves slowly, with a few pained grunts as he walks. His face stays blank, eyes downcast and dark.)
Musculoskeletal system:
Spinner rushes through the rubble. He climbs around the walls, side stepping broken concrete as he runs. The last time he saw Shigaraki, while helping him escape the cave All For One had been keeping him in, he did not look good. His left arm had been a mess, and he was barely talking, and Spinner is afraid.
Being a villain, you’re not really meant to say stuff like that. He knows this. And, before, he never really felt scared. He lived abused, and then he lived for no reason; Nothing but apathy. When he joined the league, he didn’t really have any big expectations or anything. Just follow in Stain’s footsteps.
Stain was the first time he had ever really felt hope. Been inspired. Truthfully, he thought that it would stay that way.
It didn’t, though. The longer he spent with the league, the longer he spent with Shigaraki, the longer that idea was proved wrong.
Stain had inspired him, yes. But Shigaraki saved him. All of them. He was their leader. He was their hero. He is their hero.
So right now, when Shigaraki is alone and in pain, he wants to help him. He needs to help him. Give back to him even a little bit of what Shigaraki has done for Spinner. So he’s rushing. Really rushing.
And then he sees green. Dirtied by mud, but he recognizes that costume. He’s seen it plenty of times but now. Bad. Bad, real bad. Does he go in running? Where is Shigaraki? Why is Deku just standing there? Where is Shigaraki? Is he okay? Is he not here? Was the location the tracker gave him wrong? Did he drop the communicator? That would explain why Shigaraki hadn’t been answering. He has to leave, then, okay. Get away without Deku noticing. He can do that.
But then… he notices red. Smearing the grey concrete. By Deku’s feet. He gets curious. Just a look, just for a second—
White hair. Red cape. Pale, unhealthy skin.
Spinner knows that hair. That cape. He’s seen that skin for months. Every day. Every day for months. He peaks out from behind the building he was standing near. The face that stares into the sky with glassy, far away eyes is one he knows. One that he memorized.
Around him, the world falls apart.
He is staring at Shigaraki’s dead body.
Medical Report
Death was caused by:
Immediate cause:
Internal conflicts
Due to:
Death of a child dear to the victim
Hospital report
Case # 25-8268
Date April ▇▇▇▇▇
Deceased: Shigaraki Tomura
Age: 22
Hospital#: ED#2751
Shigaraki Tomura was pronounced dead on ▇▇▇▇▇▇ at ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ hospital
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Case # 25-8268
Date April ▇▇▇▇▇▇
Deceased: Midoriya Izuku
Age: 17
Hospital#: ED#2751
Midoriya Izuku was pronounced dead on ▇▇▇▇▇▇ at ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ hospital
Case report:
Informant: ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
Incident
The decedent is 22 years old, with a reported history and crime and hatred towards the hero system.
He was last known to be alive in shambling out of the cave where the league of villains and All For One was hiding as Shigaraki recovered from the hero assault. When found by the heroes and Spinner, he was dead next to Midoriya Izuku.
He appeared weakened in the hours and fight bringing his death. Officials theorize this is because of the fact he was not completed. Although the reason his left arm had atrophied so far remains unclear.
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The decedent is 16 years old with a reported history of wanting to be a hero and dreaming of saving others.
He was last known to be alive before his call to All Might, hysterically claiming his mother was dead. Officials are unsure if his death was then, at Iida’s death, or even possibly at Shigaraki’s death.
He appeared to be dazed when the heroes arrived. After being in the UA hospital for about three hours, major wounds healed by Recovery Girl and having been fed, he disappeared. Heroes are unsure where he went, though there is a rumour that class 1A received a note from him regarding his whereabouts and future plans, although this has not been yet verified. As of right now, he is still missing.