"As if any amount of our spilled blood would make up for the amount of your side that is dead and gone." Haruka didn't really care what happened to heroes or villains. Heroes, because he'd gone head to head with many of them, and also didn't know any personally. Villains because, in the end, they tried to avoid forming connections. Attachment was dangerous when you lived a life of crime. It was part of the reason the heroes tended to best them; heroes formed strong teams, villains didn't. They weren't loyal to one another. Every man for himself on the streets.
Haruka didn't wake when the professor came into the room, letting out a soft snore. For a while, he was left alone, their teacher making a few snide comments to the class that would've humiliated the sleeping villain in training. After a while, however, it was time to spar again. Haruka was still asleep, so one of his classmates took the chance to grab a handful of hair from the back of his head, lift his face off the desk, and slam it against the smooth, fake-wood surface as hard as they could.
He woke as pain lanced through his head, sitting up as his classmates left, the teacher shouting for 'Nikito' to wake up and join them. The professor paid no mind to Haruka, who was holding a hand over his nose and looking dazed. Blood was dripping from his hand down his arm, and he knew his nose was broken.
From the feel of it, so one one of his front teeth. He lifted his free hand to his mouth, spitting his tooth into his hand and grimacing. Wasn't surprising that someone would tale advantage of his unconsciousness, especially after his display of weakness the previous day. Haruka knew that he'd be able to beat any one of his classmates, maybe even a few of them, but never all of them at once. He dreaded the day they realized that, feared how they'd react.
But for now, he had to worry about his face. His bruising, bleeding face.
((sorry! i moved, and was kinda out of it for a while. i should be back on track in a few days :3))
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