daylight || mha

[ eight ] decaying beliefs

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"no body, no crime but i ain't letting up till the day i die"

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The warp gate closed leaving Kanashii back at the laboratory. The Creator had awaited her. As usual, her expression was completely unreadable.

"You haven't kept in touch with the assistants." She deadpanned.

Kanashii looked to the Creator. It had completely slipped her mind. She had never forgotten an order before.

"The assignment required more of my attention than anticipated. My assigned partner was... uncooperative."

The Creator was not convinced.

"Is that so?" She asked. "Then why don't you explain to me exactly how much more of your attention was required in the mall of Musutafu?"

Kanashii would have liked to say that she was surprised, but she had been careless today. Of course the reporters had caught her on camera. There was no point in lying anyway.

"I assumed, it would be a good idea to socialize with my classmates to avoid any possible suspicion."

The Creator looked at her, anything but convinced. Her face was torn into a disapproving scowl. One Kanashii hadn't seen in a long time.

"Your dedication is admirable." She said.

Her voice took on a dangerously calm tone. Kanashii shivered at the thought of what might happen next. Past her years as a young child she hadn't seen the Creator this angry at something she had done, with the exception of the other night and the whole Dabi situation. Swiftly, before Kanashii could react, the Creator's palm connected with her cheek. She had come to expect the familiar sting of red pain.

"You are not to concern yourself with assumptions." She deadpanned. " Don't disobey me again."

Kanashii nodded. She wouldn't dare to say a word unprompted. It would just earn her another slap to the face.

"You are dismissed." The Creator turned away from her. "You will be picked up from your quarters. Be ready."

She left without turning back to look at Kanashii.

Kanashii knew better than to just stay planted where she stood. Quickly she walked in the direction to her quarters. She had never left the laboratory without a warp gate, so she didn't knew where the exit was. She knew her way around enough to find the way to her quarters from the room she was usually warped into and she knew where the main lab, where her experiments were conducted, and her training room was in relation to it, but that concluded her knowledge of the laboratory. In her now almost twelve years here, nobody had ever bothered to give her a layout of the building. She wasn't deemed important enough to be given one. With her eyes glued to the ground she almost didn't notice the person walking toward her. Right before a collision would have occurred she noticed their shadow and stepped aside.

"You should really be more attentive to your surroundings, Shadow Killer."

Kanashii would recognize that voice anywhere. It puzzled her however that Shigaraki was here. He rarely if ever spent his time roaming the hallways of the laboratory. He preferred devising his plans in the bar.

"My master is very disappointed in your progress, so far." He said. "I for one am beginning to believe that you were not the right choice to send to that school."

Shigaraki didn't particularly like Kanashii. To be truthfully, he hated what he gazed upon.

Kanashii looked at him. As usual a severed hand covered his entire face with only a few strands of grey hair falling through the gaps between the fingers. The hands that graced Shigaraki's face and body had always made Kanashii feel uneasy, more so than the destructiveness of his quirk.