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Resurrection of a Dead Heart

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Today, Tomura;





“T̶̨̡̢̡͇̭̪̼̠̝̤̙̹̹͎͔͈̯̘̫̣̳͓͍̹̼̼̞͚̪̜̝̖̤̳̈́̔̃̍̌͛͛͛͛̒̂̔̓͌̏̅̀̈́͛͆̋͋̽̒̎̈́̓̑͘͘̕͘͝͝͠͠ͅO̶̧̡̞̭̖̞̥̙̜͕̙̘͖̗͙̘̲̫̞͓̠̪̲̳̭̥͔͖̍̂̇́̄̍̃̔͋̓́̋̔͑͆̏͊̀́̊̄̋̓̒̈́͊̚͜ͅḾ̵̛̛̦̖͕̹̻̪͙̱͉͕̯̻͇̪̖̭͈̪̬̞͔̰̱͌̐͒̿̄̄̓̈́̆̍̉̍̓̍̎̊̽̑́̉͑͆͐̃͊̃͘͝͝͠͠͠ͅU̴̧̡̢̨̱̭̜͚̙͈̹̤̜͕̠͖̩̤̭͔̹̹̰͖͇̝̻̯͍͐̏̆͑̈́̾̽̊̍̐̿́̿͌͌̾̃̌͆̈̒̐̍̓͘͝͝͠͠R̷̨̻̼̙̲̐̆̐̈͗͂͊͗͋̌͛́͆̑̍̒̍̾̈́̅̏̋͐̓̈́̃͆͘̕̚͝͝͝A̴̧̢̡̢͎̦̳͙̹̫̝͔̤̤̮͕̩̣͉̫͙̭̟̜̖̱͇͖̼͓̘̥̗̣͗͂̈̾̄̈́̂̏͐̅͒͛̌̐̌̑̈́̕̕̕͘̚͝ͅ ̸̨̨̛̛̞͙͕̖̠͓̱̹̥̹̙̳̰̥͔̜̳̱̤̝͔̻̦̂̊̌̇̄̌͋̒͑͊̅̇̓́͊̑̓͆͒̀̕͘͘͝͝͠T̷̨̨̨̨̨̨̛̙̙̜̥͉̪͈̤͈͙̫̯͈͈͔̥̪̟̻̥̪̈̀͆͊̌̋͑̽͛̉͒̾͛̀̌̊̔̐̄̊̈́̚͘͝͝Ó̷̧̡͖͖̼̮͔̝̗̚Ṁ̸̛̲͎̘̹̗̥͈̙̥͎̌́̐̓̊͐͋͑́̂̌̊̓̈́̆͆͑̐͒̃̀̈́̈̿͛̄̕̚͝Ų̸̧͇̪̟͙̱̻̟̻͚̥͉̭̣͙̣̲̫͇̰̩̗̮̺̼̼͈̻̣̦̆͋̓̀͊̂̉͂͌̔̽̄͐͑̉̉Ȓ̵̢̨̻̞̖͖͔̝̺̐͠ͅA̵̛̛͇͓̾͗̅͂̿̐̎̂͊͋͑̎̅̊̄̊͋́̑̃̐̓͗̊̈̕͝͠͝͠ ̵̨̡̨̡̡̢̧̼͎͉̼͇͉͔̜̹͓̗̲̟͓̮̼̤͋̿͊̓̊̊̈̅̍͊̑͒̉̐̈T̶͈̥̹̹̤̜̝̦͔̅́̾̈́̅͆̿͘͠Ờ̶̢̲͓̫̠͉̟̹͇͂̑͐̆͂̓͗̏̚͝M̴̨̨̡̡̢̧̞̱̜͇͈̱̦͎͔͎̼̟͈͈̝̫̹̰̹̪͇͖̠͕̅̈͌̾̆͋͊̌̓̈̎̈́̅̍͛́̏͗̚̚͘ͅͅͅU̷̧̨̡͈̟̯͖̻̖͍̯͚͈͉̿̂͊͗͑͘̚R̴̨̢͙̘͉̳̗͍͇͉̳̝̳͖̩̮̲͈̞̦̰̆͜ͅA̸̢̗̥̰͎̺̞̫̮͕̮̠̘̠̫͓̠͙̲̪̹̟͚̩̋̿͗̍͆̐̔̂̾͋̃̏̐̇̓͑̄̽͂̓͒͘͘͘̚̚ͅͅ ̴̡̛̛̰͈͚̠͉͓̜̟̝̞̯͚̪̘̜̙̺̬̩͚̮͍͎̖̥̖̤̹̮̞͖̳̤͕͗̒͊̑̎͐̔̽̏̈́̄̑̉͊͗̅̑̾̕͜͝͠ͅṪ̵̢͖̠̖̮̬̱̯̫̰̟̭̰̯͉̼̘̘̥͈͓̘͕̗͉̞̖̹̲̲̝̗̻̥͗̆͂͐̆̊͒͌̈́̓̑̈́̊̎̈́̾̆̒̓̎̓̃̀̈́̌̎̂̇̏̐͆̕̕͠Ơ̷̡̡̧͖̬̰͍̻̠͕̮͖̩̘͙̳͉͍̺͍̻̦̞̖͔̫̠͔̗̦͎̟̦͑̊̒̈́̃̄̒̓̄̋̑͛̇͊̑͋̾̽̎̓̔̔͗̆̉̚͜͝͝͠M̷̜̖̩͒̏͋̃͐̾͂́͐̆̏͘̚̚͠͝͝͝͝Ư̵͓̫̞̺͚͙̗̝͕͍͓͍͇͙͓̱͈̝̞̥̘͚̭̼̎̂̔̑̓̄̿͒R̸̜̬̟̈́͒̋̀̽̔̚̚͠Å̸̧̨̨̗͚̤̹͖̭̗̣̹̪̖̤͈̳̭̖̠̞͎͈̹̠͉̼̤̻̲̟̙̲̣͍̝̣̊̈́̆͐̏̿̑̓͒̒̆̊̐̒̊̑̋͋̑̂̏̽̆͐̚͘͝͝͝ͅ.̸̹̫̱͓̃̽̆̽̆̐̑͐̈̉͋̈́̄̃́͌̈́̆̋̿͌̉̏͒̽͘͘͘͝͠͝͠.̵̧̧̧̨̜̺̞̪͇̥̫̖͖̳̰̦̦̲̞̣̦̤̜̯͔͎͎̗͆̃̄͆́̓͛̂̇̂̓͛̕͜͜͠͠.̸̨̛̠͎̹̯̩̖͉͎̮͖̮̺̞̞̖̭̝̪̱̻̤̳̓̀̅̒̽̾̌͜͝”





has figured out that his quirk can be activated through his feet. ‘Amazing’ Tomura thinks ‘That trash bag turned to dust.’ Tomura covers a gasp from his mouth. ‘I can get out with this. I can save myself.’

 

He has to be careful not to alert his father that he’s found out a way to use his quirk while his hands are taped. So while cleaning the house he specifically taped his pinky toe on both feet so that he wouldn’t activate it while walking, cleaning up the trash bag dust. He is surprised that he hasn’t turned the floor to dust before he realized that he could use his quirk with his feet. He also figures that his hands need all 5 fingers on an object if that's how his feet work too.

 

But with this newfound knowledge, Tomura began to plan his escape for freedom. While his father was sleeping, he would break out of his cuffs by removing the tape on his pinky toe and releasing his hands. Then he would run. Tomura would never come back. This new knowledge sparked something that was previously dead inside him. Anger.

 

Tomura is angry. He doesn’t want to itch. He doesn’t want bruises or pain. He doesn’t want the scars on his back to increase. But what Tomura wants is to grab father by the face and watch his body turn to dust. He would save himself, no hero required! Then Father would never hurt anyone ever again. But yet something cold settled in Tomura, what would he do after? He can't feed himself. He has no money. Maybe he would need to find a hero after all?

 

Tomura decides that he needs more planning. Just one more week. Then he’s gone. That's all he has to do. Survive one more week and then he will be free. What's one more week? His father hasn’t talked to the scary men in a while. He still has time. Tomura gets back to cleaning the house carefully and using his taped hands with precision someone shouldn’t have. Practice makes perfect after all. He decides to sneak some food while working, not enough for Father to notice, just a small cracker that's broken at the bottom of the box. Tomura returns to his room when he hears the car pull up.

 

Tomura doesn’t get a week. He overhears that night that his father sold him. Eight Precepts of Death is what his father’s contact said. He doesn’t know who they are, but they don’t sound good. Tomura doesn’t want someone new to hurt him. Tomura doesn’t want to go with these people. He decides that he should start moving to leave now. He can’t stay here anymore. Tomura carefully contorts his thin body and manages to get his feet near his face. He bites the tape that's on his toes and pulls.

Tomura’s thoughts start to go haywire, ‘why, why, why, why?  IT WON’T COME OFF!!’ he flails his leg a bit harder and it comes off taking some of his skin with him. His feet burn from the tape but he doesn't have time to celebrate. He moves his foot to his hand, wincing in pain when his back and hips disagree with him. Tears for the first time in almost a year come to his eyes before spilling over. He's freaking out.

 

Tomura bites off a cry of pain when he gets all his toes on the tape around his hands. It’s weaker for sure. But it decays it enough to wiggle his fingers and his fingers do the rest.

 

Tomura’s mind screams in delight when his hands are free, he stretches his sore arms and makes for his window quietly. With his pinkies up he turns back and starts packing a small backpack that was hidden under his bed. He takes clean clothing he hasn't seen in a year. He rips off the rags that were attached to his body and changes out of the dirty filth he has been wearing for months. He's wearing a black shirt and grey shorts. He doesn’t know where he's going but anywhere is better than here. Anywhere is better than whatever the Eight Precepts of Death are. Just as Tomura opens the small window and slides out into the street, pinkies never touching an object, with difficulty of course. His father bursts into the room and lets out a scream.

 

Tomura runs faster than his legs should be capable. He will not be caught by that man. He will not go back to the bug pit. His head hurts as he runs, but he begins to chant the name that causes himself to feel better.





“T̶̨̡̢̡͇̭̪̼̠̝̤̙̹̹͎͔͈̯̘̫̣̳͓͍̹̼̼̞͚̪̜̝̖̤̳̈́̔̃̍̌͛͛͛͛̒̂̔̓͌̏̅̀̈́͛͆̋͋̽̒̎̈́̓̑͘͘̕͘͝͝͠͠ͅO̶̧̡̞̭̖̞̥̙̜͕̙̘͖̗͙̘̲̫̞͓̠̪̲̳̭̥͔͖̍̂̇́̄̍̃̔͋̓́̋̔͑͆̏͊̀́̊̄̋̓̒̈́͊̚͜ͅḾ̵̛̛̦̖͕̹̻̪͙̱͉͕̯̻͇̪̖̭͈̪̬̞͔̰̱͌̐͒̿̄̄̓̈́̆̍̉̍̓̍̎̊̽̑́̉͑͆͐̃͊̃͘͝͝͠͠͠ͅU̴̧̡̢̨̱̭̜͚̙͈̹̤̜͕̠͖̩̤̭͔̹̹̰͖͇̝̻̯͍͐̏̆͑̈́̾̽̊̍̐̿́̿͌͌̾̃̌͆̈̒̐̍̓͘͝͝͠͠R̷̨̻̼̙̲̐̆̐̈͗͂͊͗͋̌͛́͆̑̍̒̍̾̈́̅̏̋͐̓̈́̃͆͘̕̚͝͝͝A̴̧̢̡̢͎̦̳͙̹̫̝͔̤̤̮͕̩̣͉̫͙̭̟̜̖̱͇͖̼͓̘̥̗̣͗͂̈̾̄̈́̂̏͐̅͒͛̌̐̌̑̈́̕̕̕͘̚͝ͅ ̸̨̨̛̛̞͙͕̖̠͓̱̹̥̹̙̳̰̥͔̜̳̱̤̝͔̻̦̂̊̌̇̄̌͋̒͑͊̅̇̓́͊̑̓͆͒̀̕͘͘͝͝͠T̷̨̨̨̨̨̨̛̙̙̜̥͉̪͈̤͈͙̫̯͈͈͔̥̪̟̻̥̪̈̀͆͊̌̋͑̽͛̉͒̾͛̀̌̊̔̐̄̊̈́̚͘͝͝Ó̷̧̡͖͖̼̮͔̝̗̚Ṁ̸̛̲͎̘̹̗̥͈̙̥͎̌́̐̓̊͐͋͑́̂̌̊̓̈́̆͆͑̐͒̃̀̈́̈̿͛̄̕̚͝Ų̸̧͇̪̟͙̱̻̟̻͚̥͉̭̣͙̣̲̫͇̰̩̗̮̺̼̼͈̻̣̦̆͋̓̀͊̂̉͂͌̔̽̄͐͑̉̉Ȓ̵̢̨̻̞̖͖͔̝̺̐͠ͅA̵̛̛͇͓̾͗̅͂̿̐̎̂͊͋͑̎̅̊̄̊͋́̑̃̐̓͗̊̈̕͝͠͝͠ ̵̨̡̨̡̡̢̧̼͎͉̼͇͉͔̜̹͓̗̲̟͓̮̼̤͋̿͊̓̊̊̈̅̍͊̑͒̉̐̈T̶͈̥̹̹̤̜̝̦͔̅́̾̈́̅͆̿͘͠Ờ̶̢̲͓̫̠͉̟̹͇͂̑͐̆͂̓͗̏̚͝M̴̨̨̡̡̢̧̞̱̜͇͈̱̦͎͔͎̼̟͈͈̝̫̹̰̹̪͇͖̠͕̅̈͌̾̆͋͊̌̓̈̎̈́̅̍͛́̏͗̚̚͘ͅͅͅU̷̧̨̡͈̟̯͖̻̖͍̯͚͈͉̿̂͊͗͑͘̚R̴̨̢͙̘͉̳̗͍͇͉̳̝̳͖̩̮̲͈̞̦̰̆͜ͅA̸̢̗̥̰͎̺̞̫̮͕̮̠̘̠̫͓̠͙̲̪̹̟͚̩̋̿͗̍͆̐̔̂̾͋̃̏̐̇̓͑̄̽͂̓͒͘͘͘̚̚ͅͅ ̴̡̛̛̰͈͚̠͉͓̜̟̝̞̯͚̪̘̜̙̺̬̩͚̮͍͎̖̥̖̤̹̮̞͖̳̤͕͗̒͊̑̎͐̔̽̏̈́̄̑̉͊͗̅̑̾̕͜͝͠ͅṪ̵̢͖̠̖̮̬̱̯̫̰̟̭̰̯͉̼̘̘̥͈͓̘͕̗͉̞̖̹̲̲̝̗̻̥͗̆͂͐̆̊͒͌̈́̓̑̈́̊̎̈́̾̆̒̓̎̓̃̀̈́̌̎̂̇̏̐͆̕̕͠Ơ̷̡̡̧͖̬̰͍̻̠͕̮͖̩̘͙̳͉͍̺͍̻̦̞̖͔̫̠͔̗̦͎̟̦͑̊̒̈́̃̄̒̓̄̋̑͛̇͊̑͋̾̽̎̓̔̔͗̆̉̚͜͝͝͠M̷̜̖̩͒̏͋̃͐̾͂́͐̆̏͘̚̚͠͝͝͝͝Ư̵͓̫̞̺͚͙̗̝͕͍͓͍͇͙͓̱͈̝̞̥̘͚̭̼̎̂̔̑̓̄̿͒R̸̜̬̟̈́͒̋̀̽̔̚̚͠Å̸̧̨̨̗͚̤̹͖̭̗̣̹̪̖̤͈̳̭̖̠̞͎͈̹̠͉̼̤̻̲̟̙̲̣͍̝̣̊̈́̆͐̏̿̑̓͒̒̆̊̐̒̊̑̋͋̑̂̏̽̆͐̚͘͝͝͝ͅ.̸̹̫̱͓̃̽̆̽̆̐̑͐̈̉͋̈́̄̃́͌̈́̆̋̿͌̉̏͒̽͘͘͘͝͠͝͠.̵̧̧̧̨̜̺̞̪͇̥̫̖͖̳̰̦̦̲̞̣̦̤̜̯͔͎͎̗͆̃̄͆́̓͛̂̇̂̓͛̕͜͜͠͠.̸̨̛̠͎̹̯̩̖͉͎̮͖̮̺̞̞̖̭̝̪̱̻̤̳̓̀̅̒̽̾̌͜͝”





It doesn’t matter how far ahead Tomura had gotten. He forgot one thing, He didn’t retape his foot, he was leaving a trail of half dust footprints for his father to follow. It was a matter of time before he felt someone hit the back of his head with something heavy. He hits the ground like a bag of bricks, his head hurts even more now. It's filled with static and he can't think straight. He rolls over to look his father in the eyes. Giving him a grin that pulls at the muscles in his face and Tomura does something he saw his father do to him. He spits on him. That sends his father into a rage. Everything was already getting blurry at this point and he thinks that it's his father that's kicking him in the stomach as he blocks out the pain.

 

Then suddenly it all stops. Tomura quickly prays that this will kill him before going unconscious.