The Damned Legacy

Chapter Three. Life As We Know It

"Ariga, you must stop leaving your shoes everywhere. Instead, keep them in your closet!" Tenya bosses her.

She has been cohabitating with the crew for about six months. At the start, it had its challenges as she tried to mesh her personality with the others, but now it felt like she had been living with them for ages. "Oh, Tenya," she turns from the counter to face him, "I leave them around so I can find them in a hurry."

"If they are in your closet, you will find them without hassle."

"Then I leave them around purely so you can boss me around. I love it when you're dominant, bossy, and tell me what to do." She teases with a wink, "hungry? I made some lunch."

His face is bright red as he brings two plates over and holds them out. He is like this all the time. Uptight but always meant well, Kukumi couldn't help but tease him.

"Kukumi!" This time it is Ochaco calling for her.

She fills only one of the plates and hands it to Tenya, "eat enough for the both of us; I have a feeling she isn't going to give me a chance." She steps toward the door before flashing him a smile, "stop calling me Ariga. It's been months. We've shed blood together." Tenya nods, still a dusting of blush over his cheeks, and Kukumi steps into the hallway. "Leaving the kitchen, Ochaco, where are you?"

The floating brunette appears as if materializing out of the wall, "did you make food?! I hope you did because this is the next part of your villain training!"

"Pfft, yeah, villain training is definitely what I would call it." She leads the way back into the room with the senbei she had just reheated. "What torture are you subjecting me to now?"

"Poison tolerance. We have to ensure you won't be affected if you are unfortunate enough to ingest it." She held out a few different vials and Kukumi swallowed. First, it is lock picking, then how to get out of ropes, and she just finished the best ways to conceal weaponry on her body.

"Ochaco, are you ever going to run out of ideas? Or is this one Izuku's?"

"Oh, absolutely not, he may have gotten me the poison and fully endorses the idea, but he can't think about the practical need for these things. He had gotten the poison to use on a mission before I talked him out of it. We must be the best we can when the world is against us."

Kukumi held out her food and smiled. She could handle it. She has done everything else to this moment. And Ochaco had a point. She really is the practical brains of the operation. Ensuring that they were well equipped for every unknown situation. Granted, she is a little insane, but everyone here is.

Am I insane too? You have yet to question how they all chose this life, so, yes. That would be rude, wouldn't it? Poking her nose into their pasts. But we know so little about each other aside from our quirks.

"What is on your mind, Kukumi?" Ochaco questions pull her from the steam of thought.

Kukumi smiles after swallowing a bite of her food, "it's unimportant. Potentially rude or scandalous." Ochaco raises an eyebrow, "not in a sexual way."

"I hardly believe that."

She couldn't blame her; Kukumi has flirted with everyone at least once daily. Izuku threatened her for it after she hit on Ochaco. "I was thinking about why we all are here, and I realized I haven't asked. But it feels rude to ask any of you that and dredge up the past."

Ochaco smiles at her, "well, they all are long stories, I'm sure, but we'll save them for another time. Eat all your food, or the poison won't run through your system appropriately."