"Aftershocks of Grief"

The silence that had filled the common area began to dissipate as Deku took a step forward, his eyes filled with concern. "How did they die?" he asked, his voice soft but laced with a sense of urgency. I felt a lump form in my throat as I struggled to find the words. The pain and grief that had been simmering beneath the surface began to boil over, and I could feel my emotions getting the better of me. "By...the League of Villains," I managed to choke out, the words tumbling out of my mouth like a confession. As soon as the words left my lips, the room seemed to shift. The air grew thick with tension, and the faces of my friends transformed from shock and sadness to anger and outrage. Bakugo's eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched, while Todoroki's face hardened into a determined expression. Ochaco's hand was still covering her mouth, but her eyes were wide with horror. The others looked just as incensed, their faces twisted in a mixture of anger and disgust. Kirishima's eyes flashed with a fierce determination, and Kaminari's face was set in a scowl. The room seemed to vibrate with their collective outrage, and I felt like I was at the epicenter of a storm. That's when Bakugo screamed, "THEY DID WHAT!" His voice was like thunder, shaking the very foundations of the room. I flinched, my heart racing with fear. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, but the words tumbled out of my mouth like a confession. "I should have listened," I said, my voice shaking. "I should have just not told anyone about Shigaraki. He told me there would be a surprise for me. I didn't know what it was." My words were like a dam breaking, and I felt the emotions I'd been holding back flood out. I began to cry uncontrollably, my body shaking with sobs. Deku, Kirishima, Todoroki, Kaminari, Mina, and Ochaco all rushed to my side, trying to calm me down. Deku wrapped his arms around me, holding me close as I cried, while Kirishima and Todoroki stood on either side of me, their faces set in determined expressions. Mina and Ochaco were there too, their hands on my shoulders and back, trying to offer what little comfort they could. Kaminari was there as well, his face a picture of concern. As I cried, Deku gently guided me to the couch, and we all sat down together. Deku was still holding me, and the others were surrounding us, a tight circle of friends. Slowly, my sobs began to subside, and I felt a sense of calm wash over me. But just as I thought I was okay, Deku got up and walked over to the TV. He turned it on, and the news channel flickered to life. Mina's eyes widened as she saw the news report, and she quickly turned to Deku. "Deku, turn it to something else!" he said frantically. But I shook my head, my voice firm. "No, let me see." The reporter on the screen was standing in front of a police tape, a somber expression on his face. "Both Hisako Shishio and Tomoyuki Shishio were found dead last night," he said, his voice grave. "It's reported that they were stabbed in the heart in their sleep." I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. I covered my mouth in shock, my eyes wide with horror. The room around me seemed to fade away, and all I could see was the reporter on the screen, his words echoing in my mind. The others looked at me, their faces filled with concern and anger. But I just sat there, frozen in shock, as the reality of what had happened hit me like a ton of bricks.