Still trapped in Shigaraki's hold, I didn't dare ro move a muscle, and I didn't dare protest or demand that he let me go. I knew that wouldn't get me anywhere. Meanwhile, there was a scowl on Aizawa's face, a flash of anger in his eyes. But then it was gone, replaced by a cold and harsh stare, his eyes darting from Dabi to Shigaraki and back. I knew he wanted to do something, but neither of us were sure if Shigaraki had been serious about decaying me, and that was a risk no one should take, no matter how dire the situation might've been. I glanced at Dabi, but he was now focused on Aizawa, making sure the teacher didn't move at all. And while I couldn't see Shigaraki, I doubted he would pay attention to me. He didn't strike me as the caring type. I activated my quirk, and focused on my targets, Shigaraki and Dabi. Then I latched onto their nervous systems, and gave a subtle flick of my pointer and middle finger, imagining them doubled over in pain. First, Dabi's expression turned into confusion, then anger, and then finally pain, his hands gripping the sides of his head as he stumbled back, eyes closed, a low groan escaping him. Next, Shigaraki's grip on me became loose, and then he was gone with a pained scream, a small thud signaling that he had just fallen over. I was probably going to be tired later, and I might even get a headache, but I couldn't just stand there and do nothing. Aizawa looked at me, and I looked back at him, unable to tell what he was thinking or feeling, but I still kept the image of the villains doubled over in pain in my head. I couldn't loose focus. I couldn't get startled or distracted. Both of them were suffering from seperate pains, and if all that rebounded on me, both types of pain at once...oh, what a hell what would be. "Run?"