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Staring down at the man that just a few minutes ago had been vainly monologuing  was… a difficult feeling. Yuga felt sick, maybe because his abdomen was still cut open and his arm had twisted out of its socket when he ripped them from his bindings, maybe because he just bashed a mans head in without even trying to. He just wanted the doctor to get off of him, he had just wanted him to stop talking about how much fun he had hurting people, to stop talking about his plans for tomura, to stop calling Yuga an idiot. His legs shook as he stood, god he felt awful, not for hurting Dr. Garaki, maybe a little, but it was so cold and everything hurt and wow does his flesh stitching itself together feel weird. Why is his flesh stitching itself together? How?

Yuga looks around the room he is standing in, there are a two doors on opposite walls, he had been laying on a table in the middle of the room when he, he woke up? Fuck, Doc had been prepping him to be a Nomu hadn’t he? All because he had admitted that maman and papa had left for France?! Was his idiot act so good that everyone felt the need to throw him away the second his parents weren’t there to “correct” him? Focus Yuga, you have to get clean, have to get back to school, what time is it, god what day is it? He had gone to the doctors for a “standard checkup” after school on Friday, he didn’t remember what happened!! Goddamnit focus! He’s picked up a towel so he doesn’t get blood on the doors, he can see a small bathroom through the left door, and the other door led out to a larger laboratory area.

Yuga goes through the bathroom door, careful to not get the doctor’s blood on the door handle, he really really doesn’t want to make another mess. He had wrapped a few bandages around the docs head, the bleeding had stopped but Yuga was scared, he didn’t mean to hurt the doctor, he hopes he’s not angry when he wakes up because Yuga knows he’s fucked if the man who had put a tracker in him without anyone noticing wants him dead or worse. The tracker was something Yuga would deal with back at school, he would find it and cut it out or something to make sure when he runs away no one will ever find him.

The bathroom is small only a double sink, utility and for handwashing it looks like, and a small shower. When he turns the water on its so cold it almost shocks him out of his continued spiral, that was related to why he felt so, so out of it. He had woken up with a gas mask on, naked and with the doctor rooting around in his abdomen while laying down on a steel table. He looks down at where he had been cut open just a few minutes ago, the wound is gone. Had he imagined it? No wait he remembers thinking the doctor was trying to make him a nomu. Most of his “Patients” are corpses, he had probably not given the right amount of anesthesia to Yuga to keep him asleep long enough to implement the loyalty control, idiot.

The water warms up and the blood washes off of his body in rivulets that cause him to calm down, to focus on the spirals of deep reds and pinks of the water as if goes down the drain. It reminds him of when he had been in the bath after uncles las punishment, except there was no Kurogiri there to comfort him with his calm cold way voice time. Ah he’s crying, that’s not good he won’t be able to go home, go back to the dorms, if he can’t calm down and get out of the lab he’s in. He turns the shower off, there is a robe hanging up next to it, far to wide and far to short for Yuga, it barely reaches his knees, but it covers him and keeps the cold of the bathroom and the cold cold cold of the lab from bothering him too much. Everything still feels like he’s about to fall, to throw up or to suddenly pass out. Walking back into the room with the doctor, still laying where Yuga had left him after trying to bandage his face.

Yuga was too disoriented, too high from whatever had knocked him out, to notice how Garaki’s chest hasn’t risen since he hit the man’s head. He’s too busy gathering his things from the shelf they were placed on, to distracted getting dressed and being relieved that its only nine pm on Saturday, to realize that when he pushes pain medicine down the docs throat that his jaw is far too slack and how it just sits in the back of his mouth instead of the bodies regular reaction of gagging or swallowing when an object is blocking an airway. Yuga does not realize that his attempts to apologize with a note and disoriented message when calling the cops to pick up the doctor and bring him to jail are useless efforts to protect himself from Garaki’s reaction to his attack. Yuga does not realize that the doctor is dead.

He cleans the blood off of the table and floor, lays the doctor’s head on soft towels, both to cushion his head and to absorb anymore blood that leaks from the wound that Yuga knows he didn’t wrap properly. He hopes the phone operator down at the police station is tracking Garaki’s phone, he doesn’t know where he is still, and he didn’t want to leave evidence of him being here. His voice had been so scratchy he almost sounded like Tomura-kun, he had started giggling when he noticed, probably sounded insane to the nice operator on the phone, she was still calling after him when he had left to enter the larger lab area. There was an empty, open tank that had been moved close to the door, probably for Yuga when the doc would have been done with whatever enhancements he would have added to the failed nomu. Well, that was still far less creepy than the full tanks, where there were a few non-failed nomu’s were now freaking out and trying to break the glass.

He kept close to the walls and after what felt like an hour managed to find the door, he scrambled to open it as the nomu’s voices got louder, their struggling growing more and more distressed. He didn’t want to think about the people they used to be, ok maybe a little bit. God had the doctor really said he wanted to turn tomura into a new all for one? Just erase his consciousness? il tuerait cet homme s'il essayait!! Bâtard!! He doubled back to the control panel he had passed and found the tank’s lock functions could be set to unlock at a certain time, he set them to unlock in 30 hours, and rushes out the exit to avoid any of the stronger ones who might get out early.

It’s a dark closet he enters, he fumbles blindly for the next door, and when he finally manages to open it with the doctor’s keys he is blinded by the lights in the next room. ‘It’s not a room it’s a hallway’ is one thing he notices when his eyes adjust to the influx of light, as he steps out he leaves the closet hanging open with the keys on the handle. He finds a stairwell, he seems to be on the basement level, and when he goes up two stories he crashes into someone when opening the door to the ground level floor.

A young girl, with brown hair and purple tinted skin and and a scaly tail poking out from between her shirt and pants lays face down on the floor. Yuga is not sure if this is a hallucination, he’s been seeing frankly bizarre things crawling on the walls that he’s about 60% sure are a result from the lingering anesthesia, he hopes. He really, really hopes that the weird mix between a snarling wolf and Uncle that kept trying to grab at him was a hallucination and not actually the man out of jail with a new quirk. He offers the girl a hand up, and he realizes that her face is very similar to a gecko’s, with the large eyes and snout in place of a non-heteromorphs mouth and nose. She takes it and smiles at him, before tilting her head at the door he had hit her with.

“Are you one of the patients here as well? You don’t look like you should be here.”  Is what she asks while looking up him up and down.

“Well… im one of the Monsieur’s patients..? He’s uhhh blessé en ce moment!” Yuga is too tired to remember the right way to talk to the girl, he realizes he’s slipped into French but god does he just want to go home, he just wants to lay in his big empty house and then go back to the dorms Sunday night and pretend that he spent the weekend with maman et papa.

“Oh!” Her eyes sparkle with a Mischievous light “are you one of his special patients?”

His heart sinks, she knows, she knows about the quirk swapping, does she think he was a kid that’s parents didn’t want a heteromorph and sent him to the doc and uncle for “fixing”? She’s kinda right but he gestures the “sort of” hand motion at her, not wanting to upset a child he now can see is wearing the uniform of the kids that are sent permanently to All for One and Garaki, the poor girl had probably been with the creeps since she had started developing her animalistic features. “Im the ah.. reverse kind of patient…. Ah madame” “my name’s Mura!” “… Mura, would you mind not mentioning that I was here to anyone, especially not the police..?” He smiled hesitantly at her, she Beamed back, and yep definitely a gecko, her massive amounts of little sharp teeth, they were really cute honestly, looked a lot like the ones he had seen at a pet store.

“Sure!!! Can I come with you?” Mura asks, to Yuga’s bafflement. “What?? No you can’t come with me I have to go home?” “Yeah take me with you!!” Yuga doesn’t know how to respond, he’s so tired and he’s been fighting the urge to pass out for the past 30 minutes. Trying to move around minutes after a surgery is known to be a bad idea but what was he supposed to do? Let the doctor continue calling him a poor fool and casually expressing his plans To turn Tomura-kun into a body double for all for one’s vile personality? Yuga cared too much about the older boy to let that happen, had too much pride in his acting skills to allow them to be boiled down to genuine idiocy. Sure hitting Garaki in the face is definitely going to end up with the man putting poison in his next prescription of sleep medication but still he shouldn’t have been talking down on him and tomura’s intelligence like that.

He’s been quite too long, so he looks at Mura and just, waves for her to follow him. God this is dumb, but he’s not using the house, and maman and papa have fled the country(leaving him, they abandoned him to AFO’s whims again! They left him alone in a country where his only choices are to be a fake hero or die!!) so its empty aside from weekly cleaners, who don’t care who’s there as long as no one’s in the way when they work. So why not bring her with him? He knows what the doctor does with these kids when they get older. He knows what he does with their bodies after they die. If he can help one kid get out of here then maybe the pain he’ll go through later for attacking the doctor will be worth it.

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“So how old are you?” He asks when they board the train almost half an hour later, there’s almost no one on it this late at night so they both get seats, good if he had to stand much longer he would have started crying from how dizzy he was.

“Me? Oh im like twelve or something” is Mura’s response, she’s letting him lean on her probably because he mentioned how he had woken up from an operation and booked it out of there, she offered to carry him but he declined because making a girl a solid foot shorter than him carry him felt rude. He had been getting kinda fat lately anyways and wouldn’t want to bother her was the explanation he had given to her.

“Oh wow, how… how long were you at l'orphelinat?” He wanted to know how long she had been abandoned there.

“At what?” She questioned

“Ah, forgive me Mura-chan… the uhh, the orphanage… im mixing up my, my words!” He was trying so hard not to fall asleep on the train, he remembered all the times Kurogiri had made him recite all the ways he could get hurt if somebody with bad intentions noticed him asleep in public, and was using the cool feeling of the glass against his head as a focal point to try and stay awake.

“Since I was about, seven I think! That’s when my teeth started to get sharp and my skin started to sprout my scales” Mura’s chirpy response was also something to help him stay awake. That was the main reason he had started their conversation once they had sat down, that and because he finally realized he just took a child from an orphanage/hospital and was worried about how well she would do alone in a house. He wasn’t worried too much about her being reported missing, god knows that the doc disappears kids all the time from these places, but he is worried about her being unstable alone.

In the hour and a half it took on the train to get back to his house, they talked about how they had ended up “in the know” of the doctor’s schemes. She had been given up by her parents after her tail sprouted, he shared that he had been quirkless until a deal was made with Uncle, all in all a very depressing chat that they kept quite to keep their voices from being picked up by the cameras. Well he is wearing a rather ugly hoodie and his voice still sounds like he scraped his throat out with a knife, but she could still be reported missing from the hospital. She apparently was already going to run away, she had been getting into more and more trouble with the nurses and one of them had mentioned seeing her sent away to a much, worse place.

“So you don’t have to actually take me with you ya know? I just, wanted someone nice around while I got out?” Her smile was weak and her voice was pleading, he might be a scum villain but he wasn’t going to leave a girl her age to be a homeless runaway. Sure letting her live in his house while his parents were who knows where in Europe is probably a bad idea but worst case scenario they can pretend she’s a relative, or a delinquent who broke into his house? his parents are both only children and they were both raised in France so he doesn’t know how the relative angle would work but he really doesn’t want to get her in trouble, she did help him get to the train station.

“Nah it’s fine mura-chan… can youu garden? Or clean up after yoursellf?” Yuga’s words are a bit slurred in his question, he wants to make sure that she will feel useful at the house, he knows how anxious he gets when there’s no chores left for him back at the dorms and doesn’t want her to feel like she’s using him. Her nod after the question about cleaning made him feel secure, good she won’t feel like a burden if she has a task, she won’t feel the need to try and get a job or something else that will put her in danger. Is he getting too attached? Nahhh he’s the normal amount attached to a girl he just met that has the face of an adorable little lizard. Is that quirkest? Not if he doesn’t say it outloud it isn’t!

“You’re laughing again Yuga-sama.” She deadpans, her eyes, now clearly a greyish green color due to her pupils retracting from the train’s light are swinting at him, probably trying to figure out what he’s found funny again. Trying not to laugh at every little joke his brain makes Is so hard, everything has been so bright and he feels like the past few hours have all been a very silly bad dream, but he can feel every little thing touching his skin and he can feel the residue anesthesia trying to drag him back into unconsciousness, he knows… didn’t he think this a few minutes ago?

“Désolé! Dés- eheh, sorry Mura chan I had a rude thought that made me lose my composure” She nodded at his response, seemingly satisfied with this answer. He hoped she didn’t think too hard about what kinds of rude thoughts he could be having, then again, they could go anywhere from her and her status as a heteromorph to The Doctor’s bad habit of wandering hands leading to him getting bit by his less fortunate patients. Ahh good times, he would have bit the doctor if his mouth hadn’t been blocked by the gas mask but oh well.

The train pulls into a station, and he almost forgets to get them up to get off because he hasn’t been back to his neighborhood in two months so when he hears the mechanical voice call out the name he almost doesn’t jump up and drag Mura out the door with him, does she not have a last name? Is that because her parents abandoned her? Worry about that later Yuga you need to walk home without you or the twelve year old girl your with getting kidnapped by the inordinate amount of criminals in Japan.

Her hand is small, actually everything about the girl is small, she looks almost eight rather than twelve but he assumes that’s because she’s reptilian, and he knows Uncles Facilities are notorious for skimping out on actually having enough supplies for the children, still, he makes a mental note to buy groceries for her tomorrow. And clothes that fit and aren’t clearly from the men’s section, seriously would it kill doc to treat the kids they keep decently? Without the need for turning them into monsters or drug mules?

Their walk to his parents house took about twenty minutes, he’s so glad he had his keys in his backpack, he almost collapsed right on the entryway floor, willing to let sleep take him then. “Dude there is no way that is comfortable” Mura said to the in fact very comfortable yuga, who was allowing the exhaustion from the drugs and the situation to finally catch up to him and as he scooted his body to the living room couch he feels hands lift and roll him onto his back. He looked up at her and smiled, he doesn’t think he could speak properly if he wanted to anymore. He lets himself fall asleep to the sound of her locking the doors.

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Oboro wakes up, his arms are restrained and he can feel needles under his skin, pushing fluids and drugs into his veins, but underneath the haze and confusion of being awake he can feel that his body under his control. He’s not letting this chance pass him by. Not again.

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There are Alarms blaring in Kurogiri’s ears, the noise makes his head pound but he can’t stop moving. If he stops running they will catch him and he doesn’t know where he is or who these people are or what they want. He remembers waking up to interrogations, brain sluggish and mouth unable to move to answer their questions, even the ones he wished to, even the ones he knew would help him if answered.

‘My name is Oboro Shirakumo, I am the caretaker of a boy called Tomura Shigaraki, we were kidnapped by a man who calls himself All For One around fifteen years ago, please call my parents and tell them that I am alive. Please save us, I want my mother and father ”

A bullet passes through his leg, he feels the wound close up as he yelps in pain and keeps running through the bright corridor, he saw a Doctor and he doesn’t know where he is and the guards with guns can’t be trusted to not shoot him. He had woken up with control for the first time in almost six years, he had been to scared to leave without Tomura back then and the boy wouldn’t leave master Ze- All for One’s side as he was healed after his fight. Oh hey a Partially open door!

He barrels through it, tumbling over the stairwell behind it, it wouldn’t be the first time he’s cracked his head open on concrete, but-

“FUCK THAT HUURTS” oboro screams, he rolls over and clutches his head feeling blood gush past his fingers as he pushes his scull back together, before laughing hysterically at the fact that he can cuss now. God he’s enjoying being free, from that awful chair and those awful awful needles that where pumping who knows what into his system, free from the bindings of control he knows it linked to the Doctor, and free from that awful straight jacket. Didn’t they know that those only worsened the mental health of those who wore them? Rude bastards.

He could hear the guards running down the stairs after him, assholes, just leave him alone and don't drag him back to the, observatory room? He drags himself back to standing once he feels his head is no longer split open, and continues running down the stairs, if he trips well then that’s between him and whoever didn’t put a sign up after cleaning them up.

More gunshots, he feels one pierce his back and worries when it doesn’t come out the front again, that will lead to a trip to the doctor and then he’ll be venerable and asleep in the man’s hands again, and he will fix whatever broke the control and then Kurogiri will be a silent doll with no way to fight back again. And then master will show up and reveal it was all a cruel test to see how tomura does without his input and they will be punished for ignoring the issue of his brothers quirk and- a bullet hits his legs again and he slips on the blood splatter, his body sprawled out on the corridor floor.

Someone grabs him and tries to hold him down, they are so light that kurogiri snuggles not to injure them greatly when he throws them off cursing them out for touching him so suddenly, its so fun to say what he truly wants to!! He hopes when he wakes up he still has control, he hopes this isn’t another bizarre dream that ends with him clutching little Aoyama’s sobbing body as he tries to explain why he can’t just kill the poor child. That was not something he needed to dream about before his first interrogation.

‘We believe that there is a plant inside of UA-Highschool, would you confirm this for us Kurogiri?’ Is what that detective with the nice beard had asked.

He remembers staying silent while wanting to scream that the child doesn’t know about the tracker, that it was supposed to protect him from being kidnapped not be used for kidnapping other child. But his mouth wouldn’t move and they put him back to sleep when all he could talk about was how lovely the day was when he first heard comments about how trusting the child was from masters disgusting mouth, he wish all might’s attack had caved the bastard’s entire scull inside out. 

People were still grabbing at his prison garb, reaching for the ripped ends of his sleeves that he had torn so he could have full range of movement and be able to catch himself If he fell, stairwells don’t count that surprised him. He hears another gun go off, it sounds different, and when he glances down to see what feels like a needle he sees the flared end of a tranquilizer dart, fuck.

He knows one won’t be enough to keep him down, he quite literally shook off the sedation he had been under to escape his cell, and they think a little vial full of tranquilizer will knock him out? Oh he’s laughing again, ah the hit to his brain probably gave him a concussion, that’s not good but damn it he just wants to go outside! See the sky and smell the air and maybe be free from it all for just a few moments? If he’s lucky hell make it home to mom and dad and they will rush to his side and ask him where he’s been all this time, and hold him and forgive him for not making it home for dinner and he’s sorry mom he was just trying to keep them from getting hurt but he forgot to cover his head!

He feels his head crash into the floor, breaking open again, feels new needles press into him and realizes that they must have kept shooting the darts at him when he paused, he looks up and sees a doctor coming closer to him holding a damp cloth, the lights from the ceiling reflecting off of her goggles and mask as she reaches for where his face has settled, he can hear himself begging the guards to let him go to just stop touching him to let him see his mother please and then hell go back to his room! Just one visit from her or tomura or even his old friends would calm him down!

His voice is smothered by the rag held against his mouth, and yeah that’s definitely chloroform on it, the guards are heavier than before and they hold his face into it, he tries to twist out of their hold, to bite the hand through the cloth but he can feel unconsciousness taking him and he feels himself crying, can feel them hoist his now limp body upright, or at least upright enough to drag him, why wasn’t he asleep?

Oboro didn’t like this, he didn’t like the hands grabbing him, they were holding him under his armpits, holding his wrists together painfully behind his back, lifting him up by the waist to transport him back to a cell that isn’t filled with a broken chair. Kurogiri could feel tears coming down his face still and he could feel his body refuse to let him activate his kurogiri’s quirk. Why couldn’t he use teleport and simply go home? Curl up on his own mattress and wait for mom to come home and hope the doctor doesn’t hurt her when he comes to collect him, comes to reprogram the faulty machine and make it run properly.

Even though He felt his limbs come back under his control, he stayed limp in the guards hold because he could see the doctor with them still holding a case of supplies. Has this place been a test? Was it a test from master Zen to see if Kurogiri was loyal and has he failed?  Did he fail by referencing the weather on the days that they made deals with the seedy underbelly of the city. Or by trying to run had the interviews all been tricks to see what kurogiri was willing to say was this a real prison where is he?

Oboro is partially aware of the fact that he is speaking to the guards, that he is being lifted onto a surface, why are they holding belts? Oh they are trying to secure him that’s funny. That’s really funny. He’s aware he’s laughing at the guards that are strapping him down to what he can feel is a gurney, his head swings to the side, no it was hit, he laughs louder. He tore through a steal cable and metal handcuffs that kept him in a chair while in a straitjacket and they think belts on a gurney will keep him down?

Kurogiri is yelling at the guards, their hands are lingering too long and he’s not even moving why won’t they let go. Let go let go let go let go “LET GO OF ME! STOP TOUCHING ME DAMNIT!” He screams at them, he doesn’t know when he started crying again, or why they won’t just listen to him, why they won’t let him see his Parents? He sees the doctor Pull out a syringe and… the lights are green and the room is dark. He’s back in the lab its been a trap he’s a fool he wasn’t free they were seeing if he was truly loyal and he failed… he failed and he feels the needle plunge into his neck as he breaks the flimsy bondings and they told him down again.

He’s calling for his mother, he’s scratching at the guard he car reach as they hold his hands away from the doctor as she sedates him, he’s yelling at them for not just letting him go for continuing to hold down on his stomach why couldn’t they just let him outside for just minute? Kurogiri falls unconscious with his throat burning and his mind trapped in a laboratory that’s doctor is dead.

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Aizawa is tired, he has been awake since 4 am, the students have been rowdy and he’s still needs to properly set up the joint training session time slot between him and Kan’s class, at least Aoyama had shown back up, he had been a no show all weekend which had been cause for concern amongst the staff.

“I mean, Aoyama leaves for a doctor’s appointment on Friday and he only returned to the campus this morning right before the homeroom bell went off! he was lucky he wasn’t late or I would have sent Ryo to go sniff him out and drag him back!” Shouta exclaimed to Hizashi, who was driving him and Nemuri to a meeting that had been called by detective Tsukauchi for the local hero’s and US staff, something about a major disturbance over the weekend over in Tartarus and another issue that had come up. God this is going to be exhausting.

“Did you at least get a doctor’s note from the kid explaining why he didn’t come home all weekend?” Nemuri asked from the backseat, she was wearing a comfortable looking sweater over her Hero outfit, as much as she liked showing off her body, hell she’s worked hard to get the figure she has, she liked some privacy as well when she wasn’t in active combat.

“Nope!” Hizashi replied for Shouta, turning the car fast enough that it almost tipped, before landing right side up and speeding on down the highway again “the kid just showed up a minute before the bell apparently with his hair unbrushed and apologized for not returning due to a family emergency back at his house” he stated casually, stark contrast to his driving which if the two in the car with him were not used to would have probably made them puke.

“Unbrushed hair? Aoyama? He’s always so careful about his appearance though?” Nemuri questioned, “and what kind of family emergency? Did it have something to do with his doctor’s appointment?” She continued, her voice held a note of worry for the kid.

“He didn’t say, I left with you guys before I could have a talk with him about it, he had been waiting in the classroom for me after school and offered to call his parents to let them explain the situation, but well we had to leave immediately so I told him to wait in my room for a meeting with me.” Shouta finally responded, he had almost lost his damn mind over the weekend after it was reported Saturday morning that Aoyama had never returned to the dormitories, and the boy not responding to anyones messages for almost an entire day was even more distressing. He remembers getting a single ‘im fine’ text on Sunday morning, with no explanation and no follow up and then another day of radio silence plus the kid not showing up to the dorms that night! He had taken almost twenty four hours to even show up in person!

“On another note, Do either of you know what happened in Tarturus this weekend?” He asked, curious as to what had the detective calling half of UA’s staff to discuss a single issue, hell even Toshinori and Kan were called in, they had taken a separate car with the principle, but an incident in the most secure prison in the country? And they call teaching staff? Something had to be wrong.

“OH!” Nemuri threw her arms around the back of the passenger seat, grabbing Shouta by the shoulders, “yeah I heard that a Villain almost broke out!” her voice shook with adrenalin, she had a nervous smile on her face, her voice held an air of mischievousness.   

“Shit really? Who?” Hizashi said, before expertly passing a light right before it turned red, thus being able to make a sharp left turn, the fact that his car wheels aren’t totally destroyed is a miracle.

“Not sure, one of the arrested league of villain’s members… I think that’s why we are being called in actually.” Nemuri replied calmly, letting go of Shouta’s shoulders and falling back against her seat, pulling the top half of the seatbelt back over her chest. Just in time for Hizashi to swerve around a car that had been going a mile under the speed limit, holding himself back from cussing them out with his quirk, and then continuing towards the police station, which was now visible in the distance.

“Like, one of the one’s arrested back in June or the ones arrested at the beginning of the year after the USJ?” Shouta turned to ask her while hizashi slammed the brakes while pulling into the parking lot of the station, mouth agape in shock because… is that endeavor? What is he doing here? Didn’t he just get discharged?

Putting the car in park the trio exit the car, the older pro flicks his eyes up to look at them before going back to staring silently at his phone, seemingly.

“HEYYYY MISTER NUMBER ONE! WHATCHA DOING HERE?” Hizashi called out, Shouta was going to strangle him, he was going to choke his husband to death and he wouldn’t even get any pleasure out of it! Endeavor seems to share this sentiment, looking at the blonde man with distain as he puts his phone away into pants pocket before turning to address them.

“Im here for a meeting about the nomu’s manufacturer being found.” Was endeavors stony reply to Hizashi’s question. The younger hero gaped at him, nemuri closed his mouth while pulling her sweater down, Shouta had tried to sink into his seat but she dragged him out of the car, rude, he’s swiping her leather whips for cloth ones when they get back.

“Ah, we are here about an attempted break out in tartarus…” Nemuri interjected before Yamada could continue to make the situation awkward for them all, no one wants to do an impromptu parent teacher conference, especially not with Enji Todoroki of all people, the man himself currently was simply looking at them.

“Uhm.. we’ll be going to our meeting now…” Nemuri’s naturally flirty tone was gone with the hero, it was usually reserved for her boyfriends and villains respectively; and also  Emi whenever they meet up and she needs to distract the younger woman from jumping Shouta. She was probably being professional because, well it was a meeting between colleagues and also the man was married, a wife in a psych ward for the better part of a decade but married non the less.

It took them about ten minutes to reach the meeting room, Nemuri had tried to grab Shouta’s waist three times on the elevator and pouted when he walked her wrist, before going back to leaning on hizashi, when they entered they saw Kan, Toshinori, Nezu, detective Tsukauchi and an assortment of his officers, endeavor, ‘wasn’t he called in for a different case?’ Aizawa thought to himself before sitting down, it looked like the older pro was having a similar thought due to the confused look he shot their way, and a few of the aforementioned pro’s sidekicks. Endeavor seemed to be trying not to look In toshinori’s direction.

“Alright, thank you all for coming today, we have a lot to cover” Detective Tsukauchi started, closing a file with a tired look in his eyes that rivaled Shouta in his senior year, a similarly haunted look was in them as well.

“We will begin by talking about an incident that happened at 21:00 o’clock on Saturday, when Known league associate Kurogiri Attempted to break out of the Prison he is being held at, tartarus,” A few of the pros in the room had sharp intakes of breath, because kurogiri escaping meant that the league could spread out their attacks again, instead of the quite they had been up to for the past month since the overhaul incident.

“During which, he displayed uncharacteristic behaviors compared to his usual composure” images were displayed on the screen of: the first of kurogiri, a blur of white, ripped jumpsuit, and his deep purple mist, seemingly falling over a stairwell headfirst, the second of him, now clearly covered in blood standing up from a puddle in the lower section of the stairwell reaching for the door in front of him.

“He showed no clear sign of understanding his surroundings, and when we viewed his vitals from that day its shows that he would have been very inebriated during his attempted escape.” New images flashed on screen of charts, words that if Aizawa had the time to decipher he could register how concerning it was that they were pumping the man with almost twice the necessary amount of anesthesia for a grown man of his stature in the prison. And a brief audio was played of kurogiri’s voice cursing, an oddly giddy voice slipping through his monotone while yelling about “you assholes won’t even let a man see his own mother? Wait till I tell my dad about this god I miss his Dashi onigiri, hey could a guy get some good food in here?” Before a gunshot was heard and the audio cut out.

“It took five tranquilizers to take him down, and almost the same amount of guards to actually hold him down as he was briefly knocked out by a doctor that is kept on sight to deal with the criminals, a miss Ando Bara. What’s notable is that his seemingly carefree attitude turns hostile.” Now there was a photo of a middle aged woman kneeling down towards kurogiri, holding a… cloth? To his face and a clip, silent, playing of kurogiri trying to bite her hands. And a clip of kurogiri in his chair, the date in the corner was from two weeks ago, probably his first check up after his arrest. Upon the masked doctor, ‘oh wow she was really wearing full coverage protection, fair enough’ walking into the room, kurogiri’s presently calm attitude became erratic. Trying to push himself away from the woman. The clip stops abruptly to switch to the day he tried to escape, he can be heard yelling at the guards to stop touching him and calling for his mother, ‘how old is he?’ Shouta thinks ,  as the doctor uses what Shouta really hopes is Ketamine or some other sedative, why had they used chloroform earlier? The clip started oddly, his neck was bent at the wrong angle and with him lying down on the gurney aizawa can see that there are holes in his jumpsuit surrounded by bloodstains, along with the blood that had pooled down his face from his earlier fall down a stairwell.

“We have noticed in the month that Kurogiri has been in custody that he has an aversion to medical professionals, we interviewed him on this but he was not forthcoming with information explaining why until this Sunday”

“So he’s finally stopped talking about the weather and animals during interviews and started giving information?” Toshinori asked, the man had done almost twenty interviews with All for one, and had attempted to interrogate the villain’s servant as well. If his sighs whenever he arrived back at the teachers dorms were any indication then Shouta had guessed that they never go anywhere, but really, the weather?

“Yes, he...” Tsukauchi was cut off my endeavor

“Im sorry, I was called here for a mission that involves rounding up nomus and missing children” Shouta’s head ripped around to properly look at him as he spoke,

“what does he have to do with the situation I was called in for aside from being an associate of those who made the nomus?” Endeavor questioned, tone cold and impatient. His scar pulled on the rest of his skin when he spoke.

“… we will get to that I promise, these points are related, closely to each other in fact... the information given to us by sh-Kurogiri is simply disturbing, but they do tie together” the detective replied calmly, there was a waver in his voice and his eyes flicked to looking at Shouta and his partners siting together with the rest of the UA-staff that had been called.

“Nezu sir would you like to explain this next part while we hand out the files?” One of the police force members with a cats face spoke up while the detective seemed to be struggling to find his words, Nezu Grinned and stepped up to the front of the room as an assistant took a stack of files and began to circle the table.

The principal announced “Kurogiri is being released into UA and medical Custody!” the room Erupted into shocked shouts, Shouta vaguely heard endeavor yell about how he wouldn’t let a criminal in the same facility as his child, he was busy shouting about how that wasn’t a logical Idea after everything they were just shown, nemuri looked thoughtful while Hizashi and Kan were backing him up about the dangers to the students.

The detective raised his hands to call for silence he seemed to have regained his composure and spoke up,

“Kurogiri falls under Section 12 of article 3 in the quirk related crimes committed, and thus is not legally responsible for his crimes.”

The room seemed to drop in temperature at his words, they were all professionals, they had all studied the laws necessary to properly arrest the villains they did. If kurogiri fell under that category then that means…

“Yes, Kurogiri has suffered from a prolonged mind control quirk, which was suddenly deactivated Saturday night leading him to regaining control of his body, which caused him to. His, aversion, to helping us in our investigations earlier are still going but have significantly decreased and he has been vary helpful in collaborating a list of All for One’s crimes over the years.” Was the grim announcement Tsukauchi made to the room.

“But, wouldn’t he be transferred to a psychiatric facility instead of UA? Why would he be given to us to take care of?” Kan spoke up before Shouta could, well he probably said it better than aizawa would have.

“His extreme dislike of doctors, and his true identity played a role in this decision.” Nezu responded for the detective, at this point the police assistant had finished going around the table with the files, Shouta nodded politely to her before opening the first page, before shutting it again at the sight of Oboro’s School Picture. The tanned boy’s smile hurt to see, and Aizawa did not like where this meeting was going, he had’t liked it from the moment they started to review the footage of a man breaking down.

“Kurogiri has been transferred to a holding cell within this building already,” Tsukauchi had started speaking again while Shouta could hear his partners quite and confused cursing over the files contents next to him,  “this is a courtesy explanation as to why he will be released, due to the nature of his status as a villain in the eyes of the public we could not simply let him go, and we are thankful that Nezu has agreed to take the man in for rehabilitation while we sort out the legal issues surrounding Kurogiri’s case”

“Why is Oboro in the files?” Hizashi asked, his voice was tight and cautious, there were people in the room who did not know the extent of the trio’s relationship situation, and those who did usually did not know that they had come together due to the cheery boys insistence that he didn’t want to pick between the people he loved.

“Well, that would be because Shirokumo Oboro is Kurogiri’s original identity!” Nezu’s cheery voice had taken a serious note, but he sounded far to happy to announce this fact.

“W-what1?” Nemuri exclaimed, she had stood up and was leaning forward on the table, her face looked both ecstatic and horrified at the information.

“Yes! Your dead boyfriend was taken by All for One an made into a glorified babysitter, please sit down we still have more” Nezu looked at endeavor for a moment, “information to get through today, it only gets more shocking!” Seriously the man was way to cheery, if Shouta’s stomach had dropped when the principle had first made the statement about who kurogiri was it had fully sunken at Nezu’s words.

hes not calling the man, the criminal who attacked his students Oboro, “how can he be oboro that can’t be possible! I saw Oboro DIE!” Shouta yelled. He didn’t go through years of struggling to cope after the loss of his first ever boyfriend that led to years of simply floating through life in a daze just for him to, to have been alive the whole time, for him to have been someone needing help! He didn’t even react when Shouta was being crushed into pavement!

“That question leads directly into our next topic of the meeting!” The little rat states cheerfully. Before turning to the detective expectantly.

“Hm? Oh yes!” He looked startled to be the focus again now that the room isn’t exploding with noise and Endeavor asking for the second time how Kurogiri being an old friend of aizawa’s is related to nomu creation.

“Well, we have recently learned, both due to the Nomu that attacked Endeavor here a couple of weeks ago and from statements from Kurogiri himself, that the Nomus are largely created from the corpses that a doctor named Daruma Ujiko,  now known to actually have been a man called Garaki Kyudai, takes from hospitals and morgues, and… and he uses the bodies to create the nomus.” Tsukauchi stated grimly. He looked up at Yamada aizawa and Kayama with a look of pity. Shouta would be offended if he wasn’t too busy wondering whose ashes Mrs and Mr Shirakumo kept on their mantle. If he wasn’t to busy fuming at the fact that some bastard had stolen his best friend’s body, the boy who had helped bring him out of his shell and brought joy to everyone he met, and turned him into a criminal.

“So we find this doctor, and arrest him?” Endeavor spoke up, he looked less dismissive now, in fact he looked strangely angry. ‘Oh right one of his kids is dead. He probably doesn’t like the idea of a Childs corpse being stolen, the man never even found more than the Jawbone of his eldest.’ Shouta Thought to himself.

‘Well… the doctor has ah, passed away?” The detective and the police looked at each other before looking back at the shocked members of the meeting room .

“We got a call around the same time that kurogiri was being subdued by the prison guards… and when the call was tracked down to an orphanage in Hosu, where we found the doctors body within a surgical room inside of a hidden laboratory” the police officer with a cat’s head, ‘his name is Sansa I think?’ spoke up again. Before pulling up an audio file on the screen.

“This is the call transcript from our police operator, the call was made at around 9:30 at night Saturday the xxth.” Sansa said before pressing play

“Hello, this is the police what’s your emergency?” the tired voice of the phone operator started the call.

“Hello~! Uhmmm sorry everything’s fuzzy right now but ah! Im calling about a crime!” A feminine, scratchy, and young voice was on the other end. She seemed inebriated from the way she was slurring her words, and like the kid had been screaming for hours without a break.

“Alright, what is the crime, what is your location, is the criminal still at the scene with you dear?” The women questioned the kid, typing could be heard.

“The crime is ahh, well I hi-hit the doctor… I didn’t mean to honest! but- But he called me an idiot and was talking about hurting my big brother! And everything  hurt a lot because his hand was still moving inside me so I was just trying to push him away and tell him to sop insulting me and now he’s, he’s bleeding everywhere!!” The kid’s voice was distressed, and Shouta could feel the atmosphere in the room shift at the statement that a grown man had his hands inside of a child.

“I-I’m sorry” the operator sounded just as concerned about this as the pro’s in the room felt, “his hands were, in you? Are you ok?” The typing had stoped briefly before beginning again, at a more urgent speed.

“Im.. I’m fine theuhhh… the wound closed up once it wasn’t obstructed anymoree. I don’t even know what he was trying to put in me, oh my god he took my kidney out that’s so rude!” The sound of a jar opening was heard, and the kids voice making a gagging sound

“Ugh.. hopefully im fine with just one… it really hurt having my stomach all opened up an I don’t wanna cut myself open again, that’s for when I’m thinking about uncle” the kid stated before the sound of glass on a counter was heard.

“…did you wake up in the middle of a surgical procedure?” The operator asked, still sounding concerned but less ‘I need to send the trauma unit over now’ concerned.

“Yeah.. but I hadn’t needed any surgery and he was saying gross stuff about how nice my intestines felt, weirdo, I wish my brother would just dust him or something but… hey my voice sounds like his! ‘Oh look at me I’m so scary I’m gonna dust ya!’ HA! Oh my god I really do sound like tomura-kun!” The kids tone changed from upset to giddy in a matter of moments. ‘Tomura-kun? Like shigaraki? It sounds like it’

“Alright, so you were not being, um,  molested, but this man was hurting you so you struck him? Am I correct on this, and please would you tell me where you are so I can send a Unit over?” The operators voice had calmed a bit, she was still clearly distressed for the child making the call.

“Well he did do that at one point, it’s been like, a year? And yeah it hurt like a lot have you ever had someone stab you? It’s like that but then the knife was moving around and grabbing at my lungs and my heart! and he was saying he wanted to hurt big brother! So I just smacked him and his head made this gross crunch noise and then I realized I had knocked him out!” The kids casual admittance to what this “doctor” had done to them was, not a good sign.

Shouta was already feeling sick at the knowledge that Oboro might have been forced to be a villain for years, and the knowledge that the people who had done such a thing were, were predators were deeply concerning. And when he thought about it he had heard of this doctor Ujiko, heard of his many orphanages and nursing homes, had heard about his extensive list of accomplishments on quirk therapies on the news. If a man like that was working for all for one to create the Nomus, and had such awful persuasions as to harm a child in such a way then that means that this investigation will be almost country wide to find all the victims. The call continued

“Alright, can you tell me where you are and your name honey? It sounds like you need some help and if you tell me where you are then we can get you somewhere safe ok dear?” The operator sounded frustrated, but not upset with the kid, she was clearly just trying to find out where to send the unit that had been called for.

“Well, ummm ok I don’t know where I am ma’am… and, and you can’t know who I am cause I’ll get in trouble for being here! My parents are away but I can go home and you can track the phone? I need to leave before the doc wakes up because he’s gonna be mad at me and I already bandaged his head up! He’s- he’s stable I think and I just want to go home! Im very tired.. and I’m fine now! Uhhh…. But.. but I’ll leave doors open for you when I leave so you can find the room hes in ok?” The kid sounded tired, and they sounded very upset at the idea of talking to the police, shouta could hear their voice getting farther from the phone as they spoke.

“Kid please at least give us a name ok? We just wanna make sure you’re alright!”

“It’s alright! Im fine I cleaned everything up so he won’t get any of you guys infected and! And I used his phone to call you guys! Just trace the call to its location and you’ll find him ok? Make sure he sees my note though I don’t want him to be mad at me…” the sound of a door opening and the kid getting farther away was where the audio ended

“…, as you can see, well hear, we do not know who killed the doctor, but we suspect that the girl who called the police had been in the process of becoming a Nomu when she woke up and attacked the doctor, from what she claims she does not seemed to have realized she killed him.” Detective Tsukauchi spoke in the oppressive silence that permeated the room.

This is a fucked up situation. Shouta is trying to focus on the fact that apparently his dead boyfriend is alive, all for one can bring people back from the dead, and a countrywide famous doctor helped. This doctor helped that monster and used, harmed people in such ways that a child could allegedly kill him without noticing and simply leave out of fear from his wrath at them fighting back. Shouta is angry that these two situations are being brought to him at the same time.

“you couldn’t have maybe made these two meetings? This.. this is quite a lot to just dump on all of us like this, and hell Endeavor, no offense sir, doesn’t even really have much to do with this situation, other than what? Tracking down all the nomus who have suddenly regained control of their bodies.” He states coldly, he doesn’t want to be here, he wanted to have a conversation with his student as to why he went radio silent on everyone for essentially 3 days, he wanted to get to grading his assignments and taking his afternoon nap before his patrol time, he wanted to not have this horrible situation laid out to him today.

“Well.. actually, in a similar scenario to how your, ah, old friend was taken and made into a Nomu, and related to the Orphanage that was found to be the hiding place of a Nomu creation laboratory… Endeavor, sir, there is ample evidence to believe that your eldest son was also taken post-mortem by all for one and this doctor…” the last sentence was rushed out almost breathlessly, and suddenly the room was freezing.

Shouta was not looking towards endeavor as he spoke, out of simply courtesy and the fact the man sounded like he was either about to scream or cry. “Are you- are you telling me that there’s a chance Touya’s alive?” Wow. Wow Shouta did not like how emotional he sounded. This was not a conversation he wanted to be privy to. He would like to be anywhere but a room in which Endeavor was about to break down

He wasn’t Eri’s father but the affection he felt for the girl almost strangled him, the rage he felt towards Overhaul, towards the entire yakuza that allowed that to happen to her overwhelmed him some nights and he had to hand her off to nemuri to keep himself from breaking down in front of the girl, he can’t imagine how he would feel if he believed she was dead for years only to find out she had been taken away and maybe turned into, into a monster. The emotions he feels. Towards kurogiri are probably vastly different. If the man isn’t a danger to others then he’ll ask the Shirakumo’s how they feel about the news.

“Yes. In fact the electronic files we found on the Doctor’s computer state that he had been with them from his, accident, to when he would have been sixteen years old” the detective had started speaking while Shouta was contemplating how long it had been since he had visited his old future parents in laws, his tone much less grim than when he had been speaking earlier.

“In fact, from what we found they had fully healed him, and once he woke up from the resulting coma he had spent about a month within one of their orphanages before running away, where they lost track of him. In fact that is why we called you in to track down the missing people from these facilities, and to track down any nomu that had escaped their holdings” The detective sounded, not hopeful but certainly less grim than when this meeting had started.

“This was just a briefing, we are asking you all to work together to both help us work with Kurogiri to see if we can reverse the nomufication process that has been done, as the man himself claims he can’t help but want a task to complete to stave off the pain of not being able to care for Shigaraki” he sounded much calmer now, and he gestured to the files that had been given to the pros in the room.

“And to also help us find the children who have run away from these nomu creation facilities and find them safe places to live, we have already started the process of restructuring the orphanages and hospitals that we now know were under All for One’s control to make them truly safe facilities for their residents.” at this the screen turned off.

“Are there any questions for the roles that you all will be playing?” Was tsukauchi’s final question as the meeting ended.

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Fuyumi todoroki had been having a decent day, her students were nice all day and only one child had attempted to blow something up by combining the classes quirks, so when her father returned from his patrol that night smiling and gave her a hug she was overjoyed! she was not happy when he started talking about Touya being alive. She was worried that that attack the night Shouto had his friends over along with that nomu had caused him some mild brain damage.

Chapter Text

Yuga had woken up Sunday morning with a headache that rivaled when he first found the wine cabinet key when he was twelve and tomura and him took turns taking shots to see if there were actual taste differences between the barrel aged and smoked barrel wines. The answer was yes. He thought smoked barrel aged wines had a nice flavor; Tomura stoped playing compare and started to just drink from a bottle because he wanted to see what if felt like to be drunk.
The first two things he had noticed when waking up was 1) the pain that permeated through his entire body, because normally he only wakes up with cramps to rival Mina when she was on her period, it made her Acid stronger which was neat, and 2) that there was someone very small lying close to him.
Turning his head, he saw a very small, skinny girl with light purple scales and brown hair, ‘are those natural purple streaks? Neat!’ Lying in a pile of pillows and blankets on the floor.
He groaned as he sat up on the, couch? Why is he on the couch? Why is he back at home? Oh right the doctor had… what the hell had the man even been trying to do! he had said something about tomura needing a new guard but… his head hurt to much and he had been in so much pain when he woke up that he just couldn’t listen properly. Merde! Fuck! He’s so screwed he’s at home and not the dorms!!
Yuga slides off the couch and steps over where the girl is sleeping on the floor, on a pile of assorted blankets and pillows she must have gotten from the front of the houses living room, and grabs his backpack, its heavy.
He opens it at the table, there is his phone, a jar with his.. kidney?? In it along with a few other organs he doesn’t recognize, and his schoolbooks. Alright then. What the fuck is the organ jar about?? Why did the Dr Garaki take them out? The hell?
“Are those yours?” A voice from his left questions, Yuga yelps and fumbles to try and not drop the glass jar and get, well glass and what appears to his own organs and blood all over the floor. He turns to respond to the girl.
“Ah! Yes, they are… I’m sorry my, ah my memories are a bit fuzzy right now, may I ask how we uhm, met?” Yuga did not want to be rude. He hated being rude! But his only memories were from leaving the school to go give information to the doctor and update the situation, waking up with the man elbow deep in a chest cavity, and then knocking him out! He doesn’t even remember how he got home!
“Oh you said that walking home alone high would get you kidnapped by perverts and that I would be skinned for a jacket if I was alone, so that we should leave the Smiling Flower Orphanage together!” The girl, Mura? Yuga thinks that’s what she called herself anyways, says, far too cheerfully. Yuga is mortified.
“Oh my goodness I’m so sorry. That was so disrespectful of me!” He wanted to crawl into a hole and die! He thought he was better than his parents when it came to talking to heteromorphs!
“Oh its fine, you’re right! One of the nurses back at Happy flower told me that he wanted to skin me and make me into shoes if I didn’t eat my dinner once. You were just worried!” Again, Mura was far too cheerful in her tone when speaking, actually her tone was far too cheerful for a child wearing wha amounts to hospital scrubs and shorts. And no shoes, her toenails are very long and the feet themselves are filthy,
“Do you not have shoes?” He’s worried, they went from Hosu to Musutafu, sure most of it was via train, but they did have to walk to the station!
“No? My claws always tear them up too quickly to so I was just given sandals, but they kinda broke a few weeks back and Ms De said I could wait till Christmas for new shoes. So I’ve been just wearing socks.” She pointed to the doorway, where Yuga’s shoes were left haphazardly and a pair of very dirty, ripped, socks were lying on the shoe mat.
“…do you want to eat breakfast and then, go shoe shopping? Or something? What’s in that bag you have anyways? Extra clothes?” He tilted his head, very much hoping she had more clothing than what she had on.
“Um, I have another pair of shorts and…” she goes to grab the bag and opens it,
“and I have a sweater I stole from my friend Busho.” She pulls it out, the jacket is a deep brown color and it is twice as wide as she is and the thing almost reaches her knees when she holds it up.
“He’s a sloth! And like really tall” she Beams at Yuga again.
“Ok.. So we are going just clothing shopping then” Yuga states, he sees her try and argue against his very valid statement and holds a hand up to shush her.
“Im going to make us breakfast, and then we go to the mall.” He does not leave room for argument, the headache started to subside, a warm feeling pooled in his chest, weird. Probably just excited about eating.
Opening the fridge however, revealed that there was only a single carton of eggs, with one egg inside and nothing to go with it. Damn.
“…actually! Let’s just change clothes and then go to the mall for breakfast and shopping.” Yuga is so tired of this, he’s tired of his parents leaving for months with no end in sight and never buying enough in case he runs out. At least they left food in case he came back from the dorms to hang out with Tomura?
Mura nods, before simply, putting the large brown jacket on. And yeah it is far too large for her, it does look comfortable he gives her that at least.
“Ok. No, no come with me I have some old clothes in my room that should fit you, and sandals. You are not walking around barefoot again.” Yuga feels for Kurogiri, the man had to deal with Yuga when he didn’t even know how to speak Japanese. Trying to get him to understand basic common sense was a nightmare for everyone involved but at least Yuga got to teach French to Tomura, so it evened out in usefulness?
She eyed his outfit, its one of his “blend in” outfits that he had brought with him to the doctor, thank goodness the man had , so the all black jacket with his.. well his belt Is missing but he doesn’t need to use his quirk right now so he will be fine?
He led her upstairs, wow this kid was trusting, thank godness Yuga is normal, and into his room. He kneeled down in front of his bed and reached under in; the one at the dorms was bought to be for the dorms, actually all his furniture was bought for the dorms themselves by him, he had had so much fun going wild with all the pretty decorations!
Pulling out a box labeled “DO NOT OPEN” and then promptly ignored the warning, revealing the box held some dresses and skirts that he hadn’t worn since his parents had found the others and burned them. These were the only ones that had survived the great “queer purge” as his parents said by being over at where tomura stayed. He had cried when the older boy had revealed the hidden box of “forbidden” clothes as a surprise birthday gift.
“Why do you have a box of dresses?” She leaned over his shoulder to peer at them, her eyes lingering on the frilly dark purple one, he had loved it for matching his eyes but well it wouldn’t fit him now, he held it up to her before responding,
“I used to play dress up a lot that’s all.. my parents didn’t like it so I stopped but I kept some of the dresses, here this will look good against your scales, I have a set of matching tights for it somewhere…” he passed it over to the girl who held the dress up like it was a precious Dimond, before opening his dresser and pushing around the clothes he had left behind to find the pack of colorful tights he had left, he didn’t know how much alone time he would have in the dorms so he couldn’t risk getting caught dressing up.
“Uhm.. thank you” she is still holding the dress up longingly, like if she lets it go it will vanish or he’ll snatch it back.
“Your welcome, here” he tosses the tights that match the dress over to her, they land on her head and she reaches up to grab them, he points to the bathroom on the other side of the hallway.
“If you shower there then change I should be ready to go, does that sound good mura-san?” She nods and then goes for the bathroom. He goes for his closet, and opens to find his nice slacks and shirts that aren’t too frilly to be outside his parent’s comfort zone.
He sighs and grabs the one that has the shiniest material, and ignores the painting of Mary judging him. He’s sorry for being a lying fag ok? He’s already going to hell for what he’s done to his class so why would he care about going to hell for wearing fun clothes. He can ignore the way he looks at the other boys easy enough if he focuses on how cute he thinks Ochaco’s face is when she smiles. He can ignore how happy he was when he realized they both thought Midoriya was cute when trying to fail the final exam. He thinks they would be very cute together. He doesn’t deserve her.
Once he’s gotten changed and picked out some nice shoes to wear when they head out, he hears the shower turn off, so he heads downstairs to the back living room and starts to pick up the blankets that were left on the floor. He can hear Mura walking around upstairs, and realizes that he should probably check his phone. It was dead when he woke up so he had been charging it, and when he opened it he was assaulted by almost 100 missed messages from his teachers and classmates about why he isn’t at the dorms or responding.
He sends a quick message to Mr. Aizawa and then checks to see if tomura had messaged him. He had! It was sent on Saturday asking to hang out, two hours later were increasingly desperate and messages asking if Yuga tried to hurt himself before later messages simply said “sorry got drunk. Please respond I’m worried”.
As Mura was coming down the stairs, now in a fully purple outfit that really complimented her scales, they would have to find pants to fit around her tail though, Yuga responded to the messages saying that the doctor had been busy with him so he hadn’t had his phone, and no worries he knows how tomura gets anxious when he thinks he’s being ignored. They can hang out next weekend when Yuga sneaks out.
‘that scks, hope he got you sm nice din’ tomura replied almost instantly. How sweet!
’No dinner, im going for breakfast now though, we can’t meet up cause im going to the mall that has wanted posters of you up all over the place, clothes shopping , ill buy you a new necklace and gloves while im out!” Yuga replied as mura held up a pair of Yuga’s old slippers, he nodded at her to put them on
’Thkssss :D’ was Tomura’s reply, Yuga really wished the man spelt things properly but oh well. He shoved the phone in his pocket before heading out the door, looking back to see mura grabbing her bag and rushing to follow him.
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Yuga sat at a high table, looking out at the street, mura was still finishing her pancakes and had only spilled syrup on herself once. Thankfully she had been wearing a napkin, washing the dress was a pain due to the material, and she cut it up into very, very small pieces before swallowing them whole. He had eaten a regular omelet with toast, seriously one egg. One. What the hell just use the last one? That’s even worse than no food at all!! Ugh.
Yuga looked at his wallet, the obscene amount of yen bills he had taken out of an ATM with his parents pin was enough to get them plenty of clothes and food for the girl. If they didn’t want him to drain their Japanese bank accounts then well maybe don’t strand him in the country? He’s so gonna buy naughty magazines and cute dresses, for him and mura, oooh maybe if she wants to they could match!
The waitress came over, side eying mura as she tried to fit half a plain pancake in her mouth, Yuga believed in the girl he had seen her eat an entire melon whole. How are her teeth that sharp?
“Would you too like anything else or the check?” She was still staring with bright green wearily at Mura, oh ok one of those types of people. They should leave.
“We’ll take the check please” Yuga says right as Mura chooses to chug the rest of her drink, the waitresses lips curl back with mild disgust for a second before she gives a weary smile while sliding Yuga the check.
When he hands over a wad of cash and says to keep the change she gives him a strange look, before taking it as Yuga rushed Mura out of the restaurant before anyone else could made a rude comment on her manners or his clear mixed heritage, seriously those old ladies were talking so loudly! Would it kill them not to judge two random kids they see?
Walking down the street towards the mall nearby, mura was straining her neck to look through all the regular shop windows, eyes sparkling. Yuga thought it was sweet that she was able to just focus on the pretty scenery and not all the adults around them, giving them strange threatening looks, he walks faster and keeps a grip on her arm. He knows that he looks like his mother, he knows that he’s pretty but godness can’t people ever just leave him alone? Why is it always the adults and never the kids his age? The people he actually wants looking at him?
Oh hey they entered the mall, and he can see one of the stores selling clothes he likes nice!
Ignoring the strangers giving Mura nasty and grossed out looks and Yuga mildly confused looks, He leads her to the store filled with nice clothes, they will have to find a specialized store to get her proper closed toed shoes, her claws would rip through normal shoes in one day and her socks had to be stuffed with cotton to keep them from ripping. its insane to think she was wearing sandals in the winter just because the damn “smiling flower” didn’t want to spend extra money on one kid.
“Hello! Welcome in take a look around and ask me for help if you need anything!” A tall woman with brown skin and dark green braided hair greets them as they enter, her hair is styled to look like stars and there are charms hanging from the braids. Her name Tag says Doku Tanishi. Yuga nods at he and notices how her teeth seem to be unnaturally bright orange. Actually her mouth seems to be more yellow on the inside than red, wonder if her quirk has something to do with that. Glowing teeth… oooh look at that petticoat!
Yuga lets Mura loose in the store and tells her that if it fits and feels nice to wear than put it in the cart. She nods seriously, before scampering away into the aisles. Yuga heads for the mens section. There are some cute high waisted pants that would look great on him, the material is shiny and lightweight, he ignores a crash he hears on the other side of the store, and he saw a shirt that would look great with them over in the women’s section of the store. A regular dress shirt would work too but it seems all the ruffled clothes are made for women in this store’s catalog, boo.
Another crash rings out, Mura is by his side suddenly and hands the basket she was holding to him, she shushes him when he opens his mouth to question her.
“It wasn’t me!” She pleads, she looks sick with panic, and Yuga remembers that they seem to be the only two customers within the store, if something is broken it will look like they did it.
“Hey- hey, mura calm down it’s ok I believe you! Don’t worry-“ another crash, and he hears the Staff’s raised Voice yell out at whoever was also apparently in the store
“HEY! GET AWAY FROM THE JEWELRY DISPLAYS!” He hears the employee yell out before another crash was heard, hears her yell about being let go, and a… spitting noise? And then a loud scream from a much deeper voice.
Yuga and mura Peaked around the corner, and saw that there was a tall man with angry gold eyes, clutching his hand to his chest curled on the ground as the employee seems to be calling mall security. The man’s hand was changing from a hammer back into a regular human’s hand, and wow part of it is covered in a bright orange, sizzling liquid.
A manager comes out from a back room, looks at the man and then at the woman, before sighing.
“Did you spit on the costumers again Tanishi-san?” She had a very tired look about her, by this point mura had wondered back into the Aisles, she had taken her basket back as well.
“He was smashing the displays! and who I tried to stop him he tried to hit me! I’ve been drinking lots of water so it should only give him a first degree burn.” She held her hands in front of herself in a motion of ‘it was reasonable” and her manager sighed again. Before pulling a broom up from the side of the counter and going over to sweep up the broken glass.
Yuga continued to look around the store, stepping over the man who had tried to steal to look at the displays, they were nice necklaces and rings, probably could be sold for a lot.
“Oh im sorry young man would you please step away! While we clean the mess up we don’t want to risk a merchandise going missing you see.” The manager, she had black irises around green eyes, was shooing yuga away from the jewelry display.
“Aw oui madam!, but what if I wanted to buy one?” He questioned in a teasing tone, before stepping back over the man who was cursing violently about women and people of the employee’s complexion all being vile. If Yuga let the heal of his shoe hit the man in the stomach well that was his business!
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Yuga was having fun, he knows his parents are pissed at him for taking all the money from their bank accounts, he had done so midway through last week when he had checked their- private- social media accounts, and saw they were at his grandmothers house. In France. He had called them when he saw the ‘family reunion” post. They had told him that it was fine, they would come back over the summers in case the dorms were shut down during that time. In case.
Yuga had tried so hard not to cut his legs up, he had been doing so well ever since uncle was arrested. And then his parents go and flee the country to enjoy their wealth in another country? He had made a mess of the bathroom stall and had almost gotten caught when he was sent to the nurse for constantly wincing when he did high kicks, but he had gone to an atm after school, used the “allowance card” connected to his parents bank account, and drained all the funds he could from them. It had taken until Friday evening when he was heading to the hospital for a check up with the doctor- code for information swap- that they had sent an angry voicemail explaining their disapproval. He claimed that Tomura wanted it and they shut up quick.
Ahhh, spending all their money was gonna be fun. He knows he doesn’t deserve such enjoyment, especially when hes being so disrespectful to them, but wow is it fun to just pay in cash for a Dimond necklace. The faces people make when you simply hand them money and don’t count it, knowing there will be enough to pay off what you buy and more! And this time the trinkets and pretty clothes don’t come with the payment of someone leaning too close! Mura seems to be having fun, she pointed out how rough his voice sounded the day before, he hopes that he was understandable over the phone..
He had called the cops on Dr Garaki. His heart hammered with fear and excitement. The man would snitch on him the second he was arrested, but he had looked pretty rough, his breathing was heavy and haggard when yuga had hit him, his skull caving in with, with barely any real effort on Yuga’s part. It scared Yuga, he hoped that whatever brain damage he gave the man made him forget who had attacked him. He hopes it takes a while before the Police come knocking for Yuga for his villainy.
Mura pulled on his sleeve, he looked over at her as she squeezed about a toy shop she saw, and rushed over to head inside. They had found a store that had shoes made specifically for clawed feetWas she really twelve? Then again even in heals she barely reached five feet tall, so it was reasonable to assume that she was just short and immature due to the fact that hes pretty sure all the facilities with Nomus under them are the understaffed and well worse facilities the doctor owned.
Oh well, at least she’s calm, and they had talked on the way over and during breakfast about her living arrangements: she was able to cook an clean for herself and she would not draw attention to herself living in the house, if she wanted she could wrangle the back garden under control. Worst case she would have to leave if his parents suddenly came home, that or hide in the many, many empty rooms that are within the house. did she have a quirk outside of being a Gecko?
“Hey mura,” Yuga questioned as she started to pick up dolls and cutesy stuffed animals
“how does your quirk work exactly?” She looked back at him before continuing to browse the aisles, throwing anything she deemed ’cute’ into the basket.
“Oh, as long as my skin is touching it I can stick to basically anything.” She admitted, placing a finger on the top of a Lego box and demonstrating her power by lifting it without wrapping her hands around it.
“Oh wow! That’s pretty useful if you need to keep a hold of something huh?” He replied as she set it back down, she nodded before grinning,
“Sometimes I like to climb the walls and drop down on the nurses when they’ve been mean! Watch!” Her smile was infectious, and also deeply mischievous. She looked so proud to admit her pranks. And then started to head over for the small stores wall. Yuga grabbed the back of her dress and shook his head
“You know it’s illegal to use your quirk in public right?” He questioned, having a growing sense of dread in his stomach.
“Uhhhhhhmm….. yeahhhhhh….” She slowly turned around, the scales under her eyes had a red tint in between them, ‘is that how she blushes?’, and she smiled sheepishly at Yuga, who sighed.
“Ok, When we get home im giving you a basic rundown of what we can and can’t do in public ok?” It was like going out with tomura all over again. At least she wasn’t trying to kill someone for stepping on her feet… or her new shoes. He had gotten her some slip ons and boots that had enough space in front of the feet to not get scratched by her toes.
“You can fill the extra space with cotton or something soft to keep the shoe from shuffling around too much, her feet are a bit small so our shoes might be a bit large on her!” Is what the friendly saleswoman had stated when getting Mura fitted for the shoes.
She was wearing the slip ons, finding socks for her was strange because they either had to find toe socks with reinforced toes, which wow was hard. Or just forgo them altogether, which would not be hygienic at all. Luckily the store for clawed feet had had some foot wraps for Mura, so that would have to do while they looked for better options.
Yuga was a little weirded out by how not tired his arms were. He had been carrying all their clothes in bags, and the new+old shoes in another, was the strength he had shown last night not just an adrenaline fluke? Oh right the self healing… he would check that back at home. He doesn’t want to think about the changes the doctor made to him before he had woken up.
Mura had bought almost exclusively Lolita styled dresses from the store, and a few clothes that could be worn during what she called “mud time” along with a rain coat. Yuga had bought some similar styled clothes, he thinks the styles name was Ouji, he had been trying to build up subtle outfits for a few years but now that his parents weren’t here he could wear whatever he wanted. And bring it back to the dorms!
He felt an arm wrap around him, gloved hand resting on his shoulder. He forced his body to still while turning his head to meet the red eyes of a black haired stranger trying not to panic.
“Hey Yuchan!” Tomura’s voice was giddy, and the tension released from Yuga’s shoulders; not a creep just his dumbass fake brother. Who had apparently dyed his hair Black.
“Bonjour Tomu-kun. Why are you here.” He responded plainly, looking at Tomura’s black hair and back to his face questioningly
“You told me you were coming here! And I wanted to hang out so I used Dabi’s shitty dye to look less like recognizable” He smiled, his mouth looked less dry than normal, had he been using the eczema medication Yuga had bought?
“Ah! That’s nice but ummm” Yuga’s eyes flicked to mura who had gone back to picking up toys for herself
“Im, I’m kinda here with someone, sorry brother?” He smiled apologetically at Tomura, who pouted like a child.
“Ugh! Come onnnnn we never hang out anymore! I can wear a mask and they won’t recognize me!” He pulled one, carefully, out from his pocket. It had a cat face on it.
“I-“ Yuga started before Mura bounded up to him
“Yuga? What are you and master shigaraki talking about?” She tilted her head at him, and he could feel Tomura’s entire body freeze at the way she addressed him.
“E-excuse me?” Tomura was looking at her, he did a double take at her, Yuga’s old, dress and was motioning her to keep quiet.
“Oh I’m sorry was it a grown up talk?” She covered her where here earholes were, and turned around
“I won’t eavesdrop! Sorry for interrupting your conversation with Yuga-san Young Master!” As Mura stood like that, Yuga suddenly remembered that she had known about the doctor’s operations, so obviously she knew about Tomura and what he looked like.
“Oh Mura-chan it’s ok!” Yuga tapped her hands “Tomura-kun just wanted to say hi to me!, he didn’t know I was with someone.” He punctuated his last point with a passive aggressive glare at tomura, who whistled casually as if he hadn’t been explicitly told not to show up here.
Her pupils widened dramatically, Yuga would hate to have his emotions so readable, and looked back and forth between them.
“You’re friends with the young master?!” She looked amazed at this information, tomura looked uncomfortable with being called young master. Yuga wanted to laugh at him so badly but didn’t want to scare Mura.
“Oh yeah! Me and Monsieur poussiéreux here have been close since we were young!” Yuga tried not to giggle at her dropped jaw, he did giggle at tomura muttering to stop calling him dusty.
She gaped at them, before snapping her mouth shut with a click of her teeth and bowing low at tomura, her hair spilling towards the floor
“It’s an honor to meet you, young master! I hope you um. I ask that you allow me to accompany you and your companion!” She switched to a very formal way of speaking, slipping up a few times while staying bowed.
“Ummmm rise? You can come with us? You were here first...” Was tomura’s akward response to the situation. Yuga started to cackle, trying to be quite so as to not disturb the young woman with her son a few aisles away.
“Rise? Really? Oh Mura-chan you can go back to shopping and we can follow you!” He teased Tomura, moving the bags from one arm to the other to wave at him. And yeah they still don’t feel heavy as they payed for her new items and moved to the next store. The doctors face caving it like wet tissue over wire made more sense now. He could feel his breakfast trying to climb out his throat.
“Hey man you ok?” Tomura questioned, sticking his face under Yuga’s increasingly pale one.
“Oh im fine… just hope that the doc isn’t um. Mad at me?” He admitted. He had tried his best to patch the man up and clean up his lab, mostly to remove Yuga’s DNA from the scene so the police couldn’t track him that way, of course the doctor’s blood had gotten all over Yuga’s open file, ruining it.
“Why would he be mad, he’s usually real happy to see you?” He questioned, confused tilt to his head as they entered a store filled with books.
“Ah well, we got into a fight and… and I heard someone call the police…” he felt like tearing his own tongue out. He’s a filthy liar who can’t even be honest to his best friend!
“So. So im worried that if he gets arrested he’’ll blame me for it you know?” He was going to puke. He didn’t deserve to feel bad when he was lying to his friend. He’s skipping Sunday service to been a disrespectful heathen and lying and godness he didn’t deserve such a nice breakfast he should have just let himself starve-
“Ah shit… well did you steal any medical supplies? Because we kinda need some like bandages and disinfectant for Dabi, his stitches came undone during his fight with that dick endeavor.” Tomura’s voice lowered as he continued speaking, he picked up a magazine of Hawks in a very tight shirt and put it in the basket that Mura was carrying.
“Ah? No… he ummm, he might have taken my kidney out and I did steal that? You guys could sell it for some money to buy medical supplies?” Yuga offered, picking up a “History of Japan” book off of a shelf and putting it in the basket, along with a few “basics of math” and “basics of grammar” books.
“Ummm. Sirs? Why are we here?” Mura’s energy of excitement had greatly dimmed when she had recognized shigaraki, she was acting like, well like Yuga did when he was around Uncle, less fearful but with the same amount of nervous respect.
“Oh, Mura do you go to school?” Yuga questioned her, she shook her head no and he sighed. Before smiling at her
“Well then these books are for you to study from while I’m at the school dorms! Tomura used similar ones when he was around your age so they should be good for you to use” she pouted at his answer
“Oh god that was a nightmare…. Kurogiri took my console away whenever I got more than five problems wrong in a single set of questions” tomura looked haunted, shuddering at the memory of his two weeks of not being allowed to even play a card game until he managed to figure out the math problem of [1-yx=0 and -8=-x-2y] on a graph. He had cried in Yuga’s room for help.
“Ummm... Will, will you check my work?” She asked, nervously. Yuga nodded
“I’ll be taking the answer pages from them when we get back home and every day I want you to try and get through one page. Is that doable? Or was the facility you were at solely for ahhhh” he looked at tomura, nervous now because he isn’t supposed to know about how the nomus are made.
“For… experiments?” Is what he settled on. She flicked her eyes to him, pupils no longer minuscule.
“No, they taught us, but im not very good at science… im great at math though!” She rushed to add on.
“Oh good! then yes ill check your work after dinner.” Yuga answered, before smacking Tomura’s hand that was reaching to grab what was very clearly a poorly written erotica novel, glaring at him.
“Do not make me use Mura’s educational money on something so… vulgar as that Tomura.” Yuga covered Mura’s eyes so she didn’t see the cover, two men embraced with very little clothes on in front of a campfire, and the title was something about bears and hibernation. Hot. material he wouldn’t be caught dead with.
“Awww. We don’t have any wifi at our current hideout so I was buying some stuff for the guys back at the base!” He held up his hands defensively, as Yuga dragged the two out of the Aisle before Tomura could try to grab any other, lewd books.
“Then buy them yourself, later, when I’m not here.” Emphasizing his point by hitting the man’s arm when he pulls out a wallet and tries to walk back in the aisle.
“… why were they called bears if they aren’t heteromorphs?” Mura asked, Yuga didn’t cover her eyes quick enough it seemed, and he glared at the disguised one of the group when tomura started snickering.
“Um. Don’t worry about it it’s an adult topic.” Yuga replied, going up to the register with a solid grip on tomura’s collar to keep him from trying to wonder off and buy anything.
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“Sooo… where are your folks?” Was what tomura asked when the trio had returned to the Aoyama family home.
“Oh, one of their little vacations, they’ll be back soon though” they won’t, they told him that unless he needs them there they won’t travel back to Japan. He had told Mura that they shouldn’t be back in the country for maybe a year? Or at least summer.
“Oh alright, mind if I crash here with you guys tonight? Dabi’s in one of his moods over endeavor not kicking the bucket, and me and spinner’a consoles are dead so I was gonna charge them.” He wasn’t really asking, he had helped them buy groceries, seemingly getting the ingredients to make stir fry and fruits, and was now setting up what Yuga likes to call “an electrical fire waiting to happen” by setting up to charge almost 12 electronics at once.
Mura was busy making pork chops in the kitchen, she kept insisting on “doing her part” and Yuga was not going to fight her on it, Bakugo had yelled at him when he tried to cook his own dinner because he quote “follows no food safety laws” and Tomura can’t cook, unless you count properly brewing poison as cooking. And letting the girl who can literally smell when its all the way cooked do the meat felt fair, so she started making dinner while the others put the stuff from their shopping trip away.
“Tomura. What is this” holding the book away from himself Yuga gestured to the magazine with scantily clad ladies on the cover, to which Tomura, the bastard, shrugged at him.
“For toga! I found out she likes chicks so I thought she would like it” Tomura said, before dodging a hardcover book on the History of Japan’s emperors thrown at his head.
“Stop! Buying! Magazines! Like! These!” Yuga yelled, punctuating his words with kicks to the older boy’s shins
“How did you even get these! We left the bookstore with only one concerning book about Hawks!” He held up the bag of books he’s pretty sure his mother would cry if she found in his room. Cry and then take him to the pastor for confession and cleansing.
“Grabbed it when you two were in the food court” He responded casually, giggling when Yuga threw yet another history tome at his head, this one was over world history and politics.
“Go apologize to Mrs Mary” Yuga pointed at the Living room’s portrait of The Holy Mother, and Tomura sighed before kneeling in front of the painting of the young girl holding her baby.
“Im sorry for bringing Lewd material into this house you reside in. I promise not to corrupt your occupants with my sin” He recited the line that Yuga’s mother had told him to say after they had been caught playing dress up a few years back. Yuga’s mother had confessed the next day that she was scared that tomura had nefarious intentions and that she no longer wanted them to be in rooms alone. Ironic considering all that had happened with the men they had sold him to.
“Thank you. Make sure you take them all with you when you leave” Yuga covered the bag with a towel and handed it to Tomura, who rolled his eyes at the blonde’s dramatics. The main dish was done and he thanked mura by giving her one of the dolls she had picked out. Him and Tomura began to work on the side dishes while the girl went and started to set up a game of “hospital fight” with the toys. Whatever that meant.
Thirty minutes later and three more times of Tomura being sent to repent for speaking crudely infant of Mura, their meal of Pork chops and stir fried rice and vegetables was done. Yuga smacked Tomura’s hands when he tried to start before them and taught Mura a basic prayer to say before they began to eat.
“… and thank You Mura-chan and Tomura for helping to prepare this meal. ok now you can eat elder brother” the false elder brother in question did not waste a second before beginning to eat like an animal, while Mura watched how Yuga cut his food and copied his manners. He put half his serving onto her plate for good behavior. Because a sinner like him didn’t deserve to eat.
Tomura placed more food on Yuga’s plate. He looked up at him with a confused expression. 
“you’ve been getting really skinny. Here Eat.” Tomura pointed to the food he had added to his plate, before turning back to his own plate to continue eating like a slob. Smacking Yuga’s hands when he tried to return the food.
“You act like an old lady, did you turn two hundred years old instead of just twenty years old?” He teased while pushing the food around on his plate, he wasn’t hungry, well he was but not for food. He couldn’t quite place what he actually wanted.
“No!” He gasped with Mock offense, before switching to an impression of an old lady,
“Yuga my dear your face his sooo gaunt boney! Let grandma give you pies and cakes and-“ he was cut off by a cooked pepper being thrown at his head.
“Shut up. Sorry, please stop. Let’s just eat.” Yuga stated, correcting himself and glancing to the portrait of the Virgin mother hanging in the living room. He shouldn’t be so rude in front of her.
Their meal continued in relative peace, Mura asking the older boys questions about their lives and how she should act around “normal people?” What chores she should do? If Tomura will be able to visit her during the week because Yuga won’t be able to due to school and training? Why are they friends if ones a villain and the other is training to be a hero? She asks if she’s allowed to leave the house alone and they both give her a resolute no.
“Mura-chan, you’re a heteromorph. And even if the city is better than the country people still don’t ah, treat them very well, so its best if you don’t walk alone because there’s a chance of getting hurt” was Yuga’s reasoning, he remembered how embarrassed he was when he learned that heteromorphs were not in fact a separate species but humans who’s body’s were changed by their quirks and genetics. He had Apologized to the Woman, who had characteristics of a barn owl, for being rude.
“Kid someone will try and skin you for a purse or hat if you’re alone, and you’re a girl. If you wanna risk the murder from being a heteromorph don’t risk the attacks for being a young girl walking alone.” was Tomura’s reason, the crude jerk was kicked under the table, but Mura had nodded at both of their reasons and agreed it would be safer to not go outside the property without either Yuga or one of tomura’s other friends.
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“…so im guessing your not gonna use the guest room?” Yuga asked unamused when he entered his bedroom to find Tomura laying in his bed, the man took a shower, thank goodness, and was wearing a change of clothes that were visibly too small on him as a load of laundry was done.
“Nope, sleepover!” Was the mans reply, he was sitting in the middle of the frankly huge bed playing what sounded like a shooter game, why Yuga’s parents had bought him a king size mattress when he was ten he will never understand.
“Yeah I’ll pick out a room when you guys are gone, I’m not used to sleeping alone.” Was Mura’s reply, she was laying next to Tomura watching him play on his switch, the thing looked like it was more tape then actual technology, and she was wearing possibly the frilliest nightgown Yuga had ever seen. It was a pink dress with white edges and bows and for some reason had a babydoll waistline. The Girl had loved it and had snatched it and a pair of matching slippers up. And a large robe that had a sloth image on it. She was practically drowning in all the fabric and looked so pleased with herself.
Yuga sighed, before flopping down on the mattress in a display of mock despair, the tween crawled over to him and began to drag his limp body farther up the bed to use as a life size pillow between her and Tomura. He already has one on the bed but oh well, her lying on his chest isn’t difficult to fall asleep with, she’s very cold to the touch anyways. When tomura uses his stomach as a pillow he does wack the boy on the head but allows it, knowing that trying to get up the next day was going to be a massive struggle.
"good night you two" he said to the two using him as a glorified body pillow
"good night!" Mura chirped wrapping herself around Yuga.
" 'night" tomura groaned as he checked his gloves.