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TW FOR CHAPTER: CUTTING AND SELF HARM.
She sat in disbelief, her fingertips lining the documents she was gifted. Her body crouched lowly on the ground in the darkened alleyway, legs to her chest, feet strictly placed against the pavement as she took in the genetic similarities in her supposed 'cousins?' DNA.
"So what you claim is honesty...is that my supposed grandmother was my guardian, her name was Nana Shimura. I don't know in which way that makes us related, Tomura Shigaraki." She spoke angelically, staring at the document as the dry-lipped male silently took the information in as well. "She had a duty to fulfill, so she allowed me to my parents--different parents from yours. I was only 3-4 years when she watched me, and so my parents took over their original role. They were busy with something? This doesn't give much information, where is this document from?"
"My master." The light blue-haired male sighed, the black hood against his head created friction as he shifted further into its warmth.
"Ah," she murmured, placing the document against her lap and putting a finger to her glossy lips. "take me to him."
"No can do, [name] tahashi." He commented, the suspicious male stood in the shadows, and his overwhelming presence was annoying. She snuck out like yesterday. It was late at night, and she toured the area Death took her. But a firm yet scarred hand clutched her shoulders, only a pinky was up. The male then tossed the document onto her with zero context. This brings her to where she sat now.
Her body raked a quiet yet intimidating laugh, chuckling lowly and then shooting her glare up into his red eyes. "Cut the bullshit, I only like truth." Her lips downturned, still staring at the male. "...And I won't stop until I get that. Take me to him, Tomura." [Name]'s demand harshened, her body moving quickly and unnoticeably as she was then stood up straight across from him.
"...I'll take you to my hideout, cous," Shigaraki stated, stepping from the shadows slightly and moving alongside her. His footsteps rang through the dark alleyway, staring ahead as he processed this. [Name] Tahashi, whose father murdered her mother and then shot himself, who was also missing for many years, was his cousin?
The silence was deafening after the walk going on for 10 minutes. The sense of time was lost almost completely, they were both stuck in their thought process as she followed behind him. But her voice rang lowly suddenly, making his red eyes gaze back at her.
"How old are you?...what do you do for a living?" She questioned. She was never one to talk, but if this male was her cousin, maybe it wasn't so bad. but he noticed the tone of her voice, one of uninterest, and ignorance. The male looked away from her figure, looking downward as his hand extended to scratch his neck.
"I'm 20. And...a villain." He was expecting an exaggerated gasp or a shocked expression, but the woman sighed and murmured a 'huh', with her usual stoic expression. The monotone teenager continued her walk, with no need of stopping for conversation.
