Unwanted || Tomura Shigaraki

Chapter Seventeen

We sat at one of the booths in the bar, enjoying the delicious takeout that Tomura had generously ordered for everyone. He was particularly upbeat since we got back to the hideout.

I was sat next to Himiko, who had been high in spirits since she jumped me the moment we got back from the meadow. Jin was opposite her, not wearing his mask for the first time since I arrived four days ago.

He appeared to be middle-aged, traces of dark stubble scattered across his upper lip and chin, scruffy short blonde hair, grey eyes with a slightly blue hue to them and his most noticeable feature being a large scar that split down the middle of his forehead. I did my best not to stare as it seemed that he was very self-conscious about it, constantly touching it and muttering things like "shut up" and "stop, not now" under his breath. Himiko would have to pat the back of his hand to break him out of the disorderly state, it seemed she was the only one capable of doing it. Once he finished eating he was quick to pull the thin piece of fabric back over his head, relaxing once it was on.

Shigaraki was in front of me, copiously teasing me for my lack of chopstick skills. My fingers fumbled helplessly as I tried to remember how to position them correctly, dropping the tools numerously. I never really felt the need to use them when I was on the streets, since I never ate meals that needed such a utensil and Kai never had the patience to properly show me when he took me, so I ended up eating the majority of my meals with a wooden spoon.

Tomura laughed every time, the sound booming around the room. Eventually, he reached over and helped me, his fingers grazing over mine longer than needed.

Each bite of the rich spicy broth and noodles was heavenly. The pork was so tender and salty. Tomura was right when he said that it would blow my mind. It simply got better and better the more I ate, it was impossible to hide the blissful expression that was spread across my face. Tomura's eyes watched over me contently while I happily chowed back the delicious food, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips while he slowly slurped down his own.

Dabi, Spinner and Compress sat at another booth while Kurogiri sat stiffly at the bar. He was the only one out of the group that wasn't eating.

Maybe he prefers to eat alone.

Compress was also not wearing his mask, revealing his soft hazel brown curls, eyes a similar tone to his hair and a sharp-pointed nose. If I had to guess I would say he was also a similar age to Jin but I felt it would be rude to come out and ask out of the blue.

While chatting amongst everyone I had finally learnt what everyone's quirks were. Jin's alias, Twice, making a lot more sense now that I fully understood how his quirk 'Double' worked. Allowing him to make two copies of anything at any one time.

Spinner's was a mutant quirk that explained his reptile-like appearance. He could cling and move along walls and ceilings like a lizard but that was about it. I'm sure he makes up for his lack of quirk abilities in other aspects.

Compress' intrigued me greatly, he was able to shrink anything down inside a small cyan marble. Anything from a small rock to a person, demonstrating this on a very opposing Spinner, who nearly choked back on a mouthful of meat when he was released back into the booth with a click of Compress' finger. I had already seen Dabi's impressive fire quirk back at the warehouse when he had cremated those two lackeys down to ash, so there was no need to delve deeper.

Himiko let it slip that she recently turned eighteen, which surprised me as she looked a lot younger with her petite and girlish looks. It was also made clear to me that Tomura was my age, making my first initial judgement the day we met correct.

The subject of my memories was also brought to the surface again, which I knew would happen sooner or later. I still couldn't remember everything, certain things were still a blur. My mother was the one certain thing. My father was a mystery, he had left my mother long before I was even born. All I knew was that I had inherited his quirk. Compress had asked about my family name, that if we knew then maybe we could track him down but I was too young to know and I would rather not meet the bastard that broke my mother's poor heart.