𝘽𝙉𝙃𝘼 𝙓 𝘽𝙎𝘿 -----------------------------------------------------
➸𝙄𝙣 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨, 𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪
➸A REALITY IN WHICH
a suicidal girl strives to become hero
right after she associated with the villains.
How ironic.
»vari...
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"Anyway, you can be sure of one thing, a man's got to fake just to stay alive." ———————————————————————
(Y/N)'s back is pressed against her own glass wall, loose-limbed and lazy like a sunbathing cat. She looks up to see Shigaraki, who is grinning his trademark grin.
She thought as she placed her hand under her chin. "The number you're thinking of is...381,882, correct?"
Shigaraki did not appear surprised. "Correct. And your number...is 790,115, is it?"
The girl pouted.
"Agh!" She pounded on the glass idly. "This number-guessing game is far too simple! Can we just play poker or chess from memory, as we used to?"
Shigaraki remained silent. He appeared to be dazedly looking past (Y/N). His lips remained tilted upwards, but they didn't quite reach his eyes.
(Y/N) regarded him with suspicion. "Is there a problem?"
"Nothing. I'm just concerned about U.A." He said quietly.
"Oh?" (Y/N )'s head bobbed to the side as she brushed her unkempt hair with her fingers. "Can you explain why?"
The man crossed one leg over the other and sat with his hands in his lap. "U.A. is as lovely as the late-afternoon sun. That evening light will eventually fade away in a flash. Who knows how long it will take for U.A. to crumble to the ground, and you're here making educated guesses about numbers. Do you really believe you have the time to do that?"
She rested her head in her palm, her face expressionless as she looked at Shigaraki.
"I do."
Shigaraki leans back. He hadn't expected that.
After hearing her joints crack, the girl stood up and stretched her muscles. "Right now, I'm more unoccupied than you are. I don't have anything else to do but keep an eye on you. U.A. can still stand tall as long as I do my job."
"Is that so?" Shigaraki mused. "I'd like to see you give it a shot."
"I'll give it a shot once you stop looking thirty years older. Have you seen your reflection? It's—"
"Don't say anything."
"No, I'll say it," she said coldly. "Your expression is dreadful. Please, at least once in your life, look in the mirror and apply some chapstick." She shuddered.
