I Want To Hear You Say It
Ch. 8: Did You Find What You Were Looking For?
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A/N: A fun filler chapter!! (I wanted to split the chapter, but it didnât feel right so yall get a long one:))
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Itâs quiet between the two men. It isnât out of the ordinary, while they might be close- or as close as two villains can be- their conservations are usually short and limited to only certain subjects, neither of which any of the men want to approach. Shuichi doesnât know when it started, he just knows that it has. Him and the other members have noticed the sudden change that Shigaraki has taken on lately. The secrecy- more so than usual- along with the sneaking out late at night and sneaking back in just before dawn. No one knows where heâs going and even if one did manage to follow him, they lost him just as easily, almost as if Shigaraki was making it all that much harder to track him and his location.
Thereâs different bets going around. Twice believes that heâs gone to underground concerts which host both villains and civilians alike- heâs sure Jin had mentioned that he went to a few to acquire some cheap alcohol. Toga believes that heâs gone out to try to find out where Kurogiri exactly is, and as far-fetched as that is, itâs not impossible. Dabi likes to believe that heâs gone to some internet cafĂ© since the âinternet sucksâ here at the current base. He isnât wrong, the little internet that they do get is from a coffee place opposite of where they rest for now. Mr. Compress and Magne donât really want to get into it, commenting that as long as he isnât leading anyone back, then itâs all okay. Shuichi on the other hand doesnât know what to think. Thereâs something off about Shigaraki now. He isnât sure what, but there just is. Heâs constantly checking his phone, looking at the screen for far too long, and when someone gets close, he shuts his phone off.
Shuichi glances to where Shigaraki leans against the wall, his legs over the edge of the bed, and hands holding onto the controller, pinkies extended outward. âIâve been meaning to ask you something,â Shuichi states, his hands gripping on the controller, his claw pressing carefully on the joystick. Tomura hums in response, his eyes glued to the screen before him, his character successfully stealing a car. Shuichi nervously clears his throat, a chill running through his body as he follows Shigarakiâs avatar through the city. âYouâve been out a lot these past nights.â In the corner of his eye, he sees the slightest still of him, his thumb hovering over a button before he presses on it. âWeâre all-â he struggles to find a proper word for the feelings of unrest that have been growing inside the team- âwondering about where youâve been.â
âDoes it matter?â Tomura replies, his eyes now narrowed and the top of his lip curling upward. Shuichiâs gaze is fixated on him, and Tomura lets out a sigh. âIâve just been meeting with someone. Itâs nothing to worry about.â
It isnât enough. Heâs sure that he can press just a little more. Just enough for him to slip about something other than meeting someone for a meeting. His canine nips at the soft pink flesh inside of his mouth. âYou arenât usually so distant about these types of things,â Shuichi comments, his attention to the game half-hearted.
âWhat type of things?â Thereâs an edge to Shigarakiâs words and if Shuichi werenât so curious, maybe he would have backed off.
âYou know-â he shrugs his shoulders and his character moves away from the otherâs avatar- âgoing out and meeting with potential recruits. Youâd at least send one of us to do it. Like with Twice. Twice is good with people. He always makes sure he isn't being followed. Shouldnât it be- I donât know, Mister, or Dabi-â his avatar rummages through his inventory before pulling out a knife- âeven me?â
He can be good for something other than pure missions where it involves needing someone to drive. When he spares a glance at his leader, he sees him deep in thought, his fingers resting over the buttons, and his character still. âIt isnât like that,â Shigaraki states with an unusual distaste in his words. âThis is a special case. Theyâre a special case,â he corrects, âI donât want them to be freaked out by outsiders.â For a moment, he and Shigaraki lock eyes in the reflection of the television. âThey were freaked enough when it was just me.â
âNo offense, but you arenât exactly the most comforting person in the League. That would go to Magne or even Mister.â Shuichi tries to tease, hoping that the lighter mood would offer just another snippet of information.
âIt took them a long time to trust me. Or at least to feel safe around me. Iâm not risking it by introducing new characters to the mix.â Whatever or whoever it is that Shigaraki is hiding, he does a good job at it.
âIs it even safe?â Shuichi presses, his character just running around a building, not doing anything in particular. He doesnât know what answer to expect. It must be safe if Shigaraki continues to visit him, but what if it isnât. What if heâs being led to a false sense of security?
âIs what safe?â Shigaraki asks with an annoyed tone. Itâs apparent that he doesn't want to have this talk, but Shuichi does. He needs to know what's going on. Heâs here for Stain and as long the League will uphold that bit of ideology, then heâll stay. Itâs not as if he has anywhere else to go.
âMeeting them,â Shuichi says as if it is the most obvious thing in the world. Heâs met with silence. âIf you canât trust them to meet us, then what makes you think they wonât sell you out?â It might be cruel, he isnât entirely sure, but itâs the truth. If they were scared to meet Shigaraki, itâs only fear that is keeping them compliant and eventually that will run out.
âThey wonât,â he responds with a serious tone. âI know them. I know who they are and where they are. They wonât do something like that.â His character stops moving and he can hear the controller creak under the hands of Shigaraki. âYou donât know them. I do. They wonât snitch.
Shuichi turns to him, his controller on his lap as he leans close to Shigaraki. He has to understand where heâs coming from. If the roles were reversed, heâd be acting the same. Heâd be just as accusatory, if not more. âBut-â
âI have to go.â Shigaraki places the controller down on the bed and moves away, the floorboards quietly creaking under him as he stands. âLog off for me, will ya? I need to go.â
The door closes and once again, Shuichi is left alone. Behind him, the screen shifts in color, and when he turns, Shigarakiâs character has been killed. Carefully, a scaled hand picks up the discarded controller only to place it down gently beside him. The menu pops up and the game is saved, the screen returning to normal after a second, the character now revived, and suddenly standing next to Shuichiâs character.
He isnât sure whatâs going on, but at least he knows that whoever it is that Shigaraki is visiting, is someone that he cares for. The screen goes black and Shuichi is left to stare at his reflection. The room is quiet and only lit by a flickering bulb that remains lit. Thereâs a knock on his door, and when he turns to face it, there are shadows between the space of the door and the floor. He scratches at his snout, his claws picking at dried skin and ripping it away. âCome in,â he says, leaning against the wall and watching as the remainder of the League walks into his room, letting the door close with a soft click of the lock coming into place.
Magne is the first to speak. âSo? Did you find out anything useful? Are we getting a new recruit?â
âOr is he going to some concert?â Twice says, interrupting Magne with a hand on her shoulder. âWhoâs right? Who wins the bet?â
With a simple roll of the eyes, Magne continues onwards. âIgnore the bet, whatâs he doing?â She runs a hand through his hair and plays with the ends as they all stare at Shuichi with a waiting explanation.
He shrugs. Itâs the honest answer that he can give. âI donât know. I donât think- Where heâs going to, it isnât to meet with recruits. He seems almost-â he hesitates to find the correct word- âprotective about them.â
âWhoâs âthemâ?â Dabi asks, his gaze focused on the television that still buzzes with electricity.
Once again, he shrugs. âI donât know. I tried as best as I could, but when I pushed, he shut down. And then he just said he had to go and left.â Shuichi glances at the television, frowning when it still remains just him in the reflection. âAll I know is that theyâre easily skittish, he doesnât want us to meet them, and heâs defensive when it comes to him.â
The bed dips as Toga sits on it, her legs crossed and a pillow pulled to her lap. âWell, lucky for us, I managed to actually follow where heâs been going,â she says with a smug attitude, her grin wide and kittenish. All eyes are on her and she sits straight, her hands playing with the edge of the pillow case, wrapping a thread around her finger. âI had to take somebodyâs blood but whatever. I doubt he suspected something because I saw him enter some apartment.â
âAn apartment?â Mr. Compress asks, his head leaning to a side. âWith tenants? Or was it abandoned?â
âTenants. I saw people go in and out. You know, like civilians. So I guess, whoever he is meeting, it means we all lost the bet.â The attention is still on her, confusion written on everyoneâs face and she sighs. âIâm sure of it. The woman I was disguised as was even greeted by someone who lives there.â
âWhen was this?â Dabi asks, his eyes on Toga. âTime wise,â he clarifies.
âUm, maybe around, two in the morning?â Toga shrugs and moves further onto the bed. âI didnât check the time, but it was late.â her legs are out straight and Magne sits beside her.
Magne starts talking, her fingers tapping against her knees. âItâs a bit later than when he usually goes out but-â
âAnd youâre sure it was him?â Mr. Compress asks, taking a step closer to her, his eyes narrowed in confusion as he takes in the new information when Toga nods. âDo you remember where it was?â Once again, Toga nods, pulling out a piece of folded paper and handing it towards the man. The paper crinkles as he opens it and the two standing behind him, inch closer to read what it says. âHuh,â he breathes out. âShould we pay a visit?â
âA visit?â Shuichi hisses. âWe donât even know who they are. All we know is that they live-â
âYou said it yourself,â Dabi interjects, his eyes grabbing at the paper and tucking into his pocket. âWhoever it is, is skittish. Theyâre scared. Which means that if that hand-covered bitch could force them into submission, then we can too.â Shuichi glowers at the man and Dabi sighs. âWe arenât gonna kill them or anything, we just want to see who it is. Arenât you curious about who it is that lives there?â Shuichiâs silence is enough of an answer. Dabi grins, wide and devious, as if this is all some sort of game to him. âExactly. Weâll visit when we know that Shigaraki canât. Maybe an hour or two before his usual time and weâll just scope out this new person.â
âWhen are we going? Tonight? Tomorrow?â Twice asks, glancing around as he moves past Mr. Compress to sit on the bed with the other three. âThe sooner the better, right?â His shoulders slump and hands clench and he stares at the other slowly. âOr should we plan this to make sure there is no room for mistake,â his voice has shifted to something a bit deeper, a tad more serious than his excitement just moments ago. âIf Shigaraki catches us,â his tone returns to a more enthusiastic nature, âheâd definitely be pissed.â Thereâs a pause and everyone glances at each other, before finally returning to Twice. âThatâs totally a yes.â
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It won't be the first or last time that you complain to yourself on why you chose to have a floor that wasnât the first. It isnât a long climb, but it's excruciating when you carry bags of groceries that are digging into the joints of your fingers. Youâre stubborn and too tired to make more than one trip, and even if you werenât, you usually carry tote bags to place the items in, but you mustâve forgotten it in your apartment before you left. All you really want to do is just sit down, but you canât. At least, not until youâre inside.
You struggle between the bags to reach your keys, the bags knocking against each other as your hands try to inch for your keys that hang around your neck. The key is inserted shakily, twisting the key while your hand also twists farther than usual as you pull the key out. Your brows pinched as you quickly enter your apartment, letting the bags fall onto the floor, as you close the door with your hip.
You let out a heavy sigh, flexing your hands as you try to ease the pain that has gathered. When you kick your shoes off, you kick them to the side, sparing a glance to the couch, as you lower yourself to pick up the bags. As you do so, you hesitate. Thereâs something wrong. Something feels wrong to you- enough to make you uncomfortable and all too aware of how you can feel someone watching you. It starts off easy enough- how your scalp itches, how the clothes on your body doesnât feel right and pricks too much against your skin, and the forced silence that is in your apartment. You quickly rise and turn, your hand going to grab at the doorknob, only to have the pointed end of a knife directed towards you.
Yellow eyes stare at you, a thin smile decorating a young girlâs face and all you can do is raise your hands in front of you, your eyes catching against a sea of colors as six people stand in front of your couch. How you missed them, you have no idea, but youâre sure that they only wanted to reveal themselves to you know.
âYou should lock the door,â the girl says sweetly, twisting the knife. A gleam catches along the metal and you nod, slowly reaching behind you to put the lock into place, your breath caught in your throat. Your hand is clasped over the doorknob, the tips of your fingers teasing against the lock. The young girlâs eyes flitter to where you tease at the lock, and she shakes her head. âYou shouldnât do that. Come on, come sit.â
Behind her the others watch you, a slight shift in their weight as they analyze what youâre about to do. You wouldnât be able to run even if you wanted to- youâd have to unlock the door, and turn around, while leaving your back exposed to people who are clearly criminals. You nod slowly, and the girl steps back allowing you to walk further in your apartment, all eyes on you as you sit down on the ouch, your knees pinched together as your legs shake. Your groceries are sitting precariously by the door, and you worry that the milk is going to leave the bag wet and sticking to the jug.
Your face burns, legs shaking and teeth clasped down on the inside of your cheeks as six menacing people stand in front of you. You canât handle the silence, the stares and the uncertainty of whatever is going to happen. In your back pocket, your phone sticks out, a vibration against your backside the curiosity for that is another fatality for you.
âWhy are you here?â Your voice is quiet, your eyes on the tip of black boots that have scuff marks over them and splatter of mud against them.
âDo you mind if we sit?â You look back up, a man in a white mask with organic black lines stares down at you- at least thatâs what you assume heâs doing.
The collar of your shirt feels too tight, restricting every breath, every word, every small swallow of saliva in an attempt to do something that isnât clawing against your forearms. You nod. âYeah- I uh, yeah,â you stutter. âI donât mind.â
âRelax, we arenât here to hurt you.â A heavy hand is held out to you and you stare at it with distrust, the owner of the hand removing their white rimmed, triangular sunglasses. âYou can call me Magne.â
âSheâs like our sister!â The younger girl says cheerfully, wrapping her arm around Magneâs, leaning her head against the womanâs bicep. Her small falls into something flat, the enthusiasm in her voice gone. âSo you shouldnât disrespect her in any way.â
You nod quickly, leaning over and taking Magneâs hand in yours. âHi, itâs um, itâs nice to meet you, Magne,â you say quickly, giving her a nervous smile.
âIâm Twice!â A man in a black suit stretches his hand outwards to you, the suit clinging to his skin and showing off his muscles, and you fear that heâs done much worse than a simple break-in like this. You nod slowly, reaching towards the warm hand, your arm given a curt handshake. âThatâs Toga-â he points to the young girl who smiles at you, her arms now removed from Magneâs. Youâre about to give another greeting when another speaks up. âThatâs Mr. Compress-â he points to a man in a yellow coat who nods, and tips his hat towards you. âSpinner-â a green-scaled man narrows his eyes at you and you look away, staring at the last one to be introduced. âAnd thatâs Dabi!â The man in black hair and purple colored scars- or maybe burns- nods at you, his face devoid of emotion.
You smile but when itâs unreturned, you give a weak cough and look away from him and try to find comforting eyes that you can stare at, but none of them are comforting to you. You settle back at Dabi, giving him a small smile. Twice has yet to let go of your hand and you donât want to risk anything by pulling away too soon. âIâm- my name is-â
âWe know what your name is,â Dabi says with an attitude, the first sign of emotion that youâve gotten from one of the people who have broken into your home. That thought leaves you feeling unsettled. Itâs usually Tomura who does that and yet, he is nowhere to be found.
âOkay,â you say with a crack in your voice, nodding and looking back at your hand that is still extended outwards.
âDonât be mean, Dabi,â Toga says with a pout, smacking the side of his arm as she huffs and crosses her arms. âNow they wonât trust us.â
Thereâs a tap against the back of your hand when you stare back at Twice, his shoulders are squared. âAnd you already know our Leader Shigaraki, right?â His voice has changed tone into something more serious and with the accusation, your nervous smile fades away, and when you stare back, his hand is now squeezing down on yours.
The whites of his mask make it difficult to look him in the eye. It makes it difficult to feel safe. Magne had told you that they wouldnât hurt you but even if she is the resident big sister, it seems as if Twice doesnât follow her loosely based rule. His hand is squeezing yours, and you wince, and your lungs that were deprived of air are suddenly filled once again when you take in a sharp inhale.
âThey wonât talk if you break their hand, twice.â Your head is bent and you are unable to see who it is that is talking to him. The steps are heavy against the floors and youâre trying to pull your hand away, when a rough one covers yours. You look up to meet the eyes of Spinner, yours are filled with tears and his with something that you canât quite make out. Your hand is let go, and you scramble to sit further against the couch, your legs bent to your chest as they all watch you. Spinnerâs attention is redirected at Twice. âI told you the information I had on them, including how weirdly protective Shigaraki is with them.
You cradle your hand and then Dabi speaks. âYou mind calling him? We all kind of want to see the look on his face when he comes in and sees that we found out about his little secret.â Itâs then that emotion finally spills out, his lips stretching into a smug grin as he slouches over your couch, his leg bent over the other as he stares at you, nodding for you to pull out your phone.
Youâre glad that you never installed a password for your phone, youâre sure that with your current anxiety skyrocketing, youâd be unable to put in the correct pin. Dabi steps towards you and watches over your shoulder as you struggle to go to your contact list, and heâs right there at the very top under the âAâ. You tap the phone button and place him on speaker, the ringing going off immediately.
âAlleyway?â Dabi asks, leaning close to you, and you stiffen, the scent of alcohol and smoke a bit too strong for you. âWho the fuck is- Why is he put under âalleywayâ?â Thereâs a hint of amusement laced into his words, but you arenât in the right headspace to make any quippy comment.
âItâs um-â you clear your throat and give him a forced smile- âItâs an inside joke.â You sniffle and the tip of your nose with the side of your hand as you hear the call ring. You desperately hope that heâll pick up. He promised that he would. Or at least, he insinuated that when you needed him, heâll come for you. Maybe you held too much trust in him. You frown. You held too much trust in a mass murderer. You suck in your bottom lip and press the top of your teeth down against the soft flesh. Surely, there must be something wrong with you for you to even hold any amount of trust in a man like that, but to be fair, he did⊠do something to the man who assaulted you, and that was sweet of him. Sort of.
You hear the phone click and you look down, the timer starting as his voice is echoed into the room, everyone leaning closer to you to hear what he has to say. âWhatâs wrong?â A smile slowly curves your lips, and you look away, your hand covering your ever growing smile. Heâs worried for you. Granted you donât call him, so he must be worried or at least surprised by this. âAre you okay?â
You look at Dabi who gives you a curt nod and you take a shaky inhale. âI- So, um, youâre friends are here.â Thereâs a pause. âAt my place,â you add, wanting to clarify.
âYou were supposed to tell him to come over,â Twice whines, slumping in his seat with arms crossed. His tone shifts and you hold the phone tight in your hands. âDidnât Dabi tell you he wanted to see his reaction?â
âI thought the nod was to tell him,â you retort in a high-pitched voice, your face aflame. âI didnât know I was supposed to just tell him to come over. He would have come over on his own. There wasnât any reason to call him!â By the end the volume of your voice has risen, your lungs devoid of air as you try to push your statements out.
âTheyâre there now?â He asks and you let out a sigh, dipping your head forward and nodding, mumbling a soft yes, when you realize that he canât see you nodding.
âNo dipshit, weâre here tomorrow,â Dabi says, humor heavy in his voice as his clasps around your shoulder and his other hand covers yours, bringing your phone close to his lips. âWhat the fuck do you think?â
âCan we not curse? Weâre probably giving Shigarakiâs poor partner a heart attack as we speak,â Mr. Compress comments.
âWe just broke into their apartment,â Toga says with a disbelief, and when you look up, heâs rolling her eyes at Mr. Compressâs stare- or at least what you assume, given his mask is still on but pointed in her direction. âIâm pretty sure if that didnât kill âem, then cursing wonât do it either.â
âThis was a horrible idea,â Spinner comments, running a clawed hand through his hair.
âIâm going over right now,â Tomura comments. âJust wait for me there, okay? Iâll see you as soon as I can.â Immediately after, he hangs up, and without saying goodbye, your phone blinks the time of the call to you, and youâre left alone in a room full of notorious villains who arenât fond of you.
Itâs silent for a moment, the little debate now put to rest and your phone is still in your hand, Dabi having let go of you after Tomura hanged up. You can still feel the burning sensation that he left, the roughness of his hand that is different compared to Tomuraâs. Itâs uncomfortable and youâre left shaking your leg, your phone fading to black.
âHey,â when you look up, Toga is snapping her fingers to get your attention and you nod. âDo you have anything to drink here? Iâm kind of thirsty.â
Youâre bewildered for a second staring at her with wide eyes as if she hadnât just had a knife pointed towards you. You nod. âYeah, I think I have some water and ginger ale. I think I also have lemonade,â you say, pointing to where the kitchen is. âDo you want me to go get it for you?â
âYes, please,â she chirps, smiling sweetly at you and pulling the sleeves of her sweater further down. âJust bring me whatever, Iâm not that picky.â
âYeah, okay.â You rise to stand and when you take a step towards the kitchen. You point to the empty space between each member, your smile still tense but more polite than before. âUh, do you guys want anything to drink? I might have some mango and peach drinks too.â
âOh wait! I change my answer! Can I have a mango drink?â Toga asks, leaning towards you, her smile eager.
âIâll have a mango too,â Spinner adds, raising his hand and lowering it when you nod.
âGinger ale for me!â Twice comments.
âA peach for me,â Magne adds.
âIâll take water,â Dabi says, spreading his arms against the back of the couch.
âIâll go along with you to help,â Mr. Compress adds, standing up and walking beside you, hooking his arm with yours. âIâll choose when we get there. Just lead the way, dear.â
You walk before pausing and rushing to the door. âWait, wait!â You call, grabbing your grocery bags. âLet me go put these away before anything spoils,â you say, dashing to the kitchen with Mr. Compress behind you.
In the kitchen, you begin to assort things where they belong, frowning when some bags are wet and uncomfortable, and you toss them to the sink. The man in the mask has taken it upon himself to aid you in placing things away, organizing your fridge to make sure that it all fits neatly. Once done, Mr. Compress leans down to look through your fridge, his arms reaching inside and pulling out a drink one by one, letting them rest on the floor where you immediately grab them.
âI think I might have a bottle of Qoo somewhere in there. Iâm not entirely sure,â you drift, your hands slowly growing cold the longer you hold onto the drinks. âYouâre to take it. I think itâs apple flavored.â
He rises with his drink in hand. The Qoo and you nod at his choice. âHas it been in here long?â He asks, spinning the bottle around to check for an expiration date. You shrug in response and he grabs his mask, pulling it away from his face to reveal his face still hidden but now with a balaclava. The white mask flashes and in its place is a small marble that is put inside his pocket. âI suppose it canât be bad to drink something like this then.â You nod, turning around, before he stops. âAh, before we go back, is it okay to ask you a question? Once again, you nod, placing the drinks down on the counter. âWhat is your relationship with Shigaraki?â
Even you still donât know the answer. Youâve already admitted that itâs easier to be with him than to deny him. Itâs safer that way, but you still canât help but smile when he actively cares for you. âWeâre together,â you conclude, knowing that even if it were vague, it still answered his question. âYou know, as a couple.â
âWilling?â He adds, twisting the cap off of his drink, bringing it close to his lips. You narrow your eyes at him. âForgive me, but while Shigaraki isnât ugly, heâs still a villain. He has his faults as we all do, but as a close comrade, I have to ask, why is it that you chose to date him?â You swallow and turn away from him, your hands chilled and slightly wet as you cross your arms. âThis remains between us, but Iâm not against the others getting involved. It may not seem like it, but weâve all stuck together for a reason.â
You let out a humorless chuckle. âIs that a threat?â You stare at him, your stomach twisting into knots.
âItâs just a word of advice,â he replies, the drink in his hand as he slowly clasps it back. The mascot stares at you with a wide grin and you regret allowing him to take the last of your Qoo- even if it was forgotten in the back of your fridge.
âHe liked me first.â You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to push yourself to stay focused and not tear up in front of a man you donât know. âHeâs persuasive in all sorts of ways. I just found it easier to be with him rather than be scared of him.â You shrug, gathering the drinks back into your arms. âHeâs nice to me. Heâs done me a huge favor and even if I donât agree with his- er- line of work, Iâm not going to report him or anything. He hasnât exactly given me an out with this relationship, but he hasnât been forceful with me or anything. Maybe a bit scary, but heâs been okay.â With a free hand, you scratch at your neck and tilt your head, frowning. âItâs just a weird mix of easy and difficult with him.â
âSo you were forced into the relationship,â he concludes and you shrug.
âI uh- I found him injured one night and I fixed him up the best I could.â You finally choose to look at the man before you, your stomach churning so quickly, youâre afraid that you really are tasting acid on your tongue. âThe next night he came back and he was- I guess, for lack of a better word, obsessed with me?â It sounds so conceited, but itâs the truth. You break away from his gaze and take a step back, already wanting to return to the living room, the drinks leaving you freezing. âHe was sweet, but you know, forceful with the idea that we were together. I donât mind it- now at least- I was scared in the beginning, but itâs nice just knowing he will be there for me.â
Mr. Compress nods his head slowly, reaching over to grab a few drinks in his hands. âI suppose thatâs a good enough answer.â He walks ahead of you, standing by the door frame when he looks back. âCome on, letâs go back.â
Back in the living room, the drinks are handed to each respective person, your hands cold as you sit above them, cushioned between your thighs and the couch. You keep your gaze on Mr. Compress who smiles gently at you before thanking you for the drink. You turn away when you hear rapid knocking at your door, the handle twisting, trying to break against the lock.
You know that itâs him. It has to be him. And despite any ill feelings that you had towards him before, you want him to be here. You rise up, dashing to the door and unlocking it, greeted by Tomura who looks at you briefly, before staring behind you where his friends sit. He pushes past you, closing the door behind him and removing his hood, his hair ruffles and strands misplaced as he pushes you behind him.
âWhat the fuck are you all doing here?â Tomura asks, holding your hand in his. You look down, the glove covering his hand and his fingertips seem softer somehow. You look back up, your eyes meeting with Mr. Compress and you look back down, taking a step closer to him, your hand rising to clutch the back of his sweatshirt in your grip.
âWeâre drinking, what does it look like?â Dabi resorts, taking a sip of his water as if to prove his point.
Tomura turns to you and you hold his hand in both of yours, looking away from him. âDid they hurt you?â You snort and shake your head. âDonât lie to me.â His hand pulls away from your grasp, leaving your hands intertwined with each other. He holds your face, lifting it upwards to face him. âAre you sure youâre okay?â
A part of you wonders what heâd do if you say no. They didnât try to hurt you- except for the hand crushing- but you rather not get on any of their bad sides. You smile delicately at him, nodding your head and stepping closer to him, letting your forehead press against his chest, before you pull away to look at him. âYeah, Iâm good. You know me, I get spooked easily.â You pull away from him and grab his hand, pulling him toward the couch. âCome on, letâs sit. Do you want something to drink? I have ginger ale,â you say, with a lilt at the end and he nods. His hand curves against the back of your head and he pulls you close, his head leaning down and you think heâs going to kiss you, but he lets go before he can and walks to the kitchen.
âHe took that a lot better than I thought,â Magne comments, holding her drink in her hand. âYou think heâs going to explode later?â
âObviously,â Dabi answers, placing his bottle on the floor. âYo! Shigaraki! Bring me another water!â Dabi shouts, his hand cupping the side of his mouth.
Your eyes widen and you wave your hands, shushing him. âYou have to be quiet!â You whisper yell, as if you all hadn't talked in your regular voices before. âI have neighbors! What if they hear you?â
He gives you a wide grin and shakes his head. âItâs a name. Iâm sure there are more people with his last name-â he jerks his head at Tomura who walks back to the living room, tossing the water beside Dabi. âAnyways, just tell them youâre in some play or whatever-â he twists the cap off and before taking a sip, he looks at you with a lazy smile- âpeople are a lot more willing to believe something like that.â
Tomura sits beside you, his legs spread, his knee knocking against yours, and you lean close to him, frowning at Dabi. âItâs still risky,â you say with a pout, gripping the end of your shirt.
âHey!â Toga says, standing up, her drink empty as she tosses it at Dabi. She ignores his yelp and pointed glare. âIf youâre dating Tomura-â she points her fingers between the two of you- âthen that means that weâre friends!â She looks at you with a wide grin and you nod. It would feel rather rude if you denied the poor girl of friendship- villain or not, confrontation and denying is something that is not your strongest trait. âReally? Does that mean I get to use your bath?â
Your eyes widen, in both worry of that being her first request and fear of that being her first request. âYeah, of course. Do you want me to-â
âNo, itâs okay,â she smiles and walks away from the living room. âItâs in an apartment, I think I can find it easily enough. Anyways, Iâll probably snoop around, so see you in a bit!â She says, before moving away to go and open doors.
Itâs silent for a beat before Spinner pops up. âDo you have wi-fi?â You nod. âMind if I have the password?â
âYeah, sure, no problem.â You grab your phone and scroll through your notes app, finding the name of the router and password, and you pass it to him, watching as he pulls out his phone to copy the numbers. Magne leans beside him, pulling out her phone and connecting to the wi-fi, her finger tapping against the screen to make sure it doesnât dim.
âIâm going to turn on the television!â Twice comments, standing up to grab the remote. When he sits back down, he moves to sit beside Dabi.
âDonât put anything dumb,â Dabi comments, making himself comfortabel on the couch, his hands going to grab at a throw pillow and brining it to his lap. âAnd nothing too loud, Iâm starting to get a headache.â
âI have some pain medication.â You turn your attention to Dabi. âDo you want me to go get you some?â He spares you a glance, and when he returns his attention to the television that is flipping from channel to channel, he nods.
âIâll go get it, dear. Where is it?â Mr. Compress says, standing up from the couch.
âOh okay,â you chirp, leaning back towards Tomura. âItâs in the kitchen. The first drawer by the fridge.â
You turn to Tomura, grabbing his hand in yours. âI didnât expect to meet them so soon,â you say in a whisper, turning yourself until youâre facing him. âI have to admit, I was really scared.â
He knocks his head lightly against yours and squeezes your hand. âI wish they hadnât found out where you live, but I guess that canât be helped now.â He glances at you and returns his attention to the bottle in hand. âDo you know how they found you?â You shake your head and he sighs. âIâll be here next time.â
While you hadnât realized just how alarming it is they found you, you canât help but latch onto the last statement of his. Your head tilts and you look at him with knitted brows. âNext time?â
âNext time theyâre here,â he clarifies. âIâll make sure I come before them.â You nod slowly and he takes another sip of his drink. With your free hand you grab the drink, your hand curving around his and he watches as you pull the drink toward you, taking a sip from it. The apple in his throat bobs and he stares at the television that plays the news before changing to some sci-fi movie. âWhenever you want us to leave, you just say the word, okay?â
You watch the alien hatch from its egg, the membrane sticking to its skin as it opens its mouth. The whole scenario feels surreal. The group of people who threatened you now sit at your home, drinking your drinks, using your bath, taking your pills, and watching your television. And here you are, holding hands with the ringleader, acting as if you two are in a happy relationship that was mutual and not one that was forced upon you. You turn to him and with worry written over your face, he frowns. âCan we talk about something sometime soon?â Your heart falls when you see his face consumed with fear, his eyes scanning over your face, looking for a hint of what you want to talk about. You smile and pull your hand away from him, letting it rest over his thigh. âItâs nothing bad, I promise. Just a-â you struggle to find the proper words that doesn't make this relationship sound like some bad experiment- âan overlook of the relationship. Nothing bad, I promise.â With a smile at the end of your words, he remains silent, nodding his head and turning to watch the television.
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