Another Day Another Villain (Story Abandoned- Up For Adoption)

When Will This End?

Notes- Hey, before we get into this chapter, I just want to say that I don't think that stimming is bad nor that people shouldn't stim in public or in front of other people. Sometimes I feel awkward stimming in front of other people. I know I probably don't have to add this, but just in case!

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

Summary- Natsuo finds out about a new aspect of his quirk and uses it to heal Shigaraki. Minimal bickering ensues.

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"Fuck!" Natsuo hissed as he scraped his arm against his desk. He really should've gotten duct tape when he had the chance. He instinctively put a hand on his arm and activated his quirk. To his slight surprise, it worked. Now, there was just a light scab instead of blood.

He tapped his pencil against his forehead, opened his notebook to a new page, and started writing down notes. He described how the ice felt (cold but felt like snow), how long he had the ice on his skin (a minute), and the result. It wasn't much, but it was more than enough for him to begin thinking about how this revelation could help Shigaraki. After all, the sooner that Shigaraki was back to full health, the quicker the villain could get out of his apartment.

With a sigh, he leaned back in his chair and stretched. He needed to earn Shigaraki's trust in order for this to work. That, unfortunately, meant that Natsuo would have to put trust in Shigaraki. On one hand, he could ask and, if rejected, try to get through the next two weeks. On the other hand, he could be more friendly and warm his way up to asking Shigaraki. It's a pain in the ass either way.

He sat the pencil on his desk and rubbed his forehead. On one hand, Shigaraki would stop being a pain and wouldn’t try to kill him in the future. On the other hand, it meant having a “friendly” conversation with the villain. Not to mention, if he was rejected, then it wouldn’t be worth it to be kind to him. Shigaraki would be the same as always. However, Natsuo guessed it couldn’t hurt to try. Well, it would hurt his dignity, but he didn’t have much of that these days anyway. 

Natsuo groaned, flipped to another page, and began writing. He’d made up his mind. Even if this came back to bite him in the ass later, at least he could say he tried. After all, isn't trying to help a person get better what a doctor is made for?

He wrote and rewrote his “speech” for what seemed like days. While he wasn’t usually an anxious person, he had to get this right, or else this thing would be for naught. He needed Shigaraki to agree to this, he wanted Shigaraki to be a little better. He wanted to teach him how to be kind, how to accept help without driving it away. He knew next to nothing about the man, but he could make a few guesses. One of which being that Shigaraki had a lot of walls.

Unfortunately, that was something he could sort of relate to. Now, he didn’t want to break down those walls, not at all. He just wanted to give Shigaraki a push in the right direction, maybe Shigaraki would kill less people; who knows?

Finally, after a few hours, he was done. This was the best speech he could do. Nothing too robotic or flat. Nothing too demanding or needy, it was just right. He sighed, and started to memorise the speech. That didn’t take too long, thanks to medical school.

With a deep breath, Natsuo walked out of his room and saw Shigaraki sitting at the coffee table, playing with a small stress-ball. Shigaraki was also writing something on a spare piece of paper.

Shigaraki didn't seem to notice him, so Natsuo cleared his throat.

Shigaraki looked up. Shigaraki looked at him, then at the ball before he slowly put it away.