Mystery from Another World--MHA

Part 133: Settling in

The first day of the new arrangement was one day longer than anyone concerned thought it would last.

Shigaraki actually forgot about the whole thing when he woke up the following morning-- but had a nagging feeling there was something he was supposed to remember.

The new hideout was, in fact, a partially destroyed motel, which had been perfect...though as usual, a mess of pests but not as many as usual. It was only recently destroyed, and the nice thing was, all the members had space.

In the past they would have probably hidden in different places, but no one wanted to be alone after that incident, so they tacitly agreed to stick around each other.

Shigaraki didn't sleep well. He rarely did, but it was worse than usual. He kept dreaming about the nomu...the way they charged at him, their strange voices, the looks on the faces of that family.

Sometimes he was in the position of the family. He didn't get why that was.

He felt like he'd been run over.

It didn't help that Toga went around skipping and singing one of her psychotic songs about killing people early in the morning, till Silk threatened to tie her up and leave her in her room all day.

Silk really was the best thing that happened to the League all month, if you asked most of the members.

The weird, foggy feeling made sense as soon as Shigaraki came to the lobby area of the motel where Silk and Medea were eating breakfast and saw the reason for it.

Mirko was quite casually sitting next to what used to be the counter and sipping coffee, while Silk and Medea were talking.

Shigaraki stopped short... Oh...right... This...

"Not today, Satan," he muttered, turning back around.

"Oh, good morning, boss," Silk ruined his escape by saying. "You want anything to eat? I make oatmeal."

"It's so gross," Medea said, "I can't believe you people eat this stuff."

"Is not gross. You haven't even tried it!" Silk shot back.

"I don't need to. Just look at it. Ugh." Medea made a classic teenaged face of disgust.

"You know, if you said that to my mom, she'd hit you with a shoe," Mirko commented dryly.

Shigaraki just shook his head. This was going to be hell... Well, no doubt it would end soon enough.

"I have to ask you," Silk turned to Mirko, "aren't you going to have a problem with us...you know...doing League stuff while you're here?"

"Are you going to do it while I'm here?" Mirko replied.

Silk shrugged. "Well, we haven't actually talked about--" she saw Shigaraki giving her a murderous look, "--but I know we'll be busy enough soon," she finished, "And as Pro, aren't you kind of...you know...being irresponsible?"

"This was your idea, Spider Girl," Mirko said.

Silk frowned. "What did you just call me?"

"Spider. You know-- your quirk." Mirko sipped her coffee.

A strand of fabric jerked it out of her hand, to her shock.

Silk was glaring at her. "Let's just get one thing straight right away, darling. I don't care if you hero and want to lord that over us or anything. I don't have much of a villain ego. But you do not talk about my quirk. Do you understand me?"

Mirko stared at her.

So did Medea and Shigaraki. What the heck was this? Silk had never lost her temper in front of any of them.