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It was against his will to walk her home. If he wasn't already outside the store, he never would have let her follow him as he shopped. Shinsou couldn't handle her strange burst of energy in the dark evening. Stranger than that, she looked so miserable when he first saw her on the sidewalk.

When she was walking, she was focused on watching the ground. Her movements were slow. He could tell, despite his distance, that her hair was ruined. It didn't look like how she fixed it that morning. Dirty spots hung over her uniform and stained the whites.

He had planned to turn on a different path to the shop, but Y/n suddenly stopped and threw her head up. Somehow, she had already known he was right there and looked directly at him. It freaked him out. He concluded that she must have a sixth stalker sense for finding him.

Her face was even more pathetic. It was red and puffy from crying.

Shinsou immediately avoided making eye contact. He wasn't in the mood for her to run up and start talking about her day.

Apparently, she wasn't either.

The unusual silence between them left a crawling sensation over his skin. It wasn't natural. For all the times he wished she would be quiet, Shinsou never imagined it would be because she felt so terrible. His lips pursed, the apparent feeling of his dry mouth making him even more uncomfortable.

To ease what he assumed was his conscience, he cleared his throat into a closed fist and attempted to make polite conversation. "How... was detention?"

What a great start.

At his words, Y/n began to loudly cry. The amount of tears surprised him. He thought she may dry up soon, especially since she also seemed to have been crying earlier.

Now, Shinsou was bad at casual social situations. He was even worse at dealing with people who are crying.

Attempting some techniques he had seen his mom use, Shinsou held out his palms and slowly said, "Its... uh... okay?"

"I hate that motherfucker!" she screamed.

Great. Now he made her angry.

By then, his guilty conscience disappeared and he used his Quirk to make her silent. The guilt quickly returned once he pried into her private life.

Hearing about how she was treated at school made his stomach violently churn. As he looked at her blank face it seemed to blend into the appearance of his middle school tormenters. Holding back the sickness in his throat, Shinsou covered his mouth and freed Y/n of his Quirk.

He expected to be yelled at and cursed out for brainwashing her. He would deserve it. After asking her such invasive questions, he almost wanted to be scolded. Yet, she thanked him because she was able to calm down.

That's when he let his guard down and became foolish enough to end up in his current predicament. Walking L/n Y/n, the thorn in his side, to her home.

Her mood drastically improved after she--both willingly and unwillingly--told Shinsou about the harassment she faced that day. She was back to saying whatever came to mind and walking around like an easily distracted toddler.

"I can't believe the day has finally come where you walk me the entire way to my house!" she said, her school bag slung over her shoulders.

Shinsou sighed, his grip tightening on his several grocery bags. After half an hour of arguing with her, all he had the energy to say was a weak "Whatever..."

"Maybe I should walk you home tomorrow!"

"Don't."

"What if you picked me up before school?"