Her Forgotten ~Tomura Shigaraki x OC AU~

Chapter 11: The Change of a Month

Illika

A week blurs into a month.

The days are long and hot, filled with the songs of crickets and cicadas. They stretch and lean brightly, scorching. Sunsets are late and pretty, painting the clouds whisks of pinks and purples, maybe orange. The azure night is often humid, but the breeze feels nice. Morning always comes early. Birds tweet and chirp. It all rinses and repeats.

Much has changed over the last month. Japan's superhuman society, for instance, is collapsing in on itself. The League made up such a mess when they were televised during their last attack that now simple civilians are taking up arms. The trust in heroes is failing more and more every day. As a result, the number of heroes turning in their uniforms increases by the hour.

And the police are too busy gathering up jailbreak prisoners to do much else, leaving their hands tied. Because of the lack of authority and order, civilians have turned to protect themselves and anyone near and dear to them.

Good. That's good. That's part of all of this. To push the common person to stop thinking and waiting and to actually do something. Part of this freedom is having the freedom to protect oneself, and if we have to play the bad guys to achieve that, then so be it.

However, despite all this wonderful change, there are a few things that remain stagnant.

The Nakamura twins are still missing. No one – not even Re-Destro – has heard nor seen high or low of them since they took off a month ago. That alone has remained a painfully obvious fact, but even with that, most have seemed to have come to terms with their disappearance. All but Re-Destro. Oftentimes, I come across him still trying to call one of the brothers, but just like all the times before, he is left in frustration and sent to voicemail.

He's still holding onto hope, I suppose. I can't say I blame him. After all, if anyone knows Asahi and Akihiko, it's him. But that said, if he really knew them as well as he thought, maybe he should have predicted that this would have happened.

I don't know the twins well – not in the slightest – but when I sat in that prison, I still got this vibe from them. The Nakamura brothers do not adapt easily to change, especially if that change is not one they chose. They were in prison when the MLA was married together with the LOV. They didn't make that choice. They don't like or appreciate that choice, and it's easy to see.

But at the end of the day, the twins are nothing more than a faint memory that is already fleeting. At least, as far as Tomura and the others are concerned. That's how it is.

Tomura.

I bite my lip. Over the last month, our sexual escapades have remained in full swing. In closets. In meeting rooms. In a random hall bathroom or two. Outside in some bushes. Outside in a cornered nook. At the end of a dead-end hall. In short, the list of the places we haven't had sex is much shorter than the places we have.

Our rooms, for example, we have not.

Not once has Tomura entered my room. In fact, I'm not even sure if he knows where my room is. But I know that his room's location is completely unknown to me. I have no idea where it is. All I know is that it is somewhere in the building.

I can't say that this bothers me because it doesn't. One's bedroom is an intimate part of themselves. To enter one's home is already on an intense level built on trust and understanding. However, even family may never be welcomed into another's bedroom. My bedroom may not be sacred to others, but to me, it is a holy place.

And I assume Tomura carries that belief, hinting at why I've never once seen his room. Which I understand.

Still, despite all the sex and the success of the PLF, there are still times that I feel this chill riding in on the breeze. I can't quite pinpoint it, but I still feel it. I feel it in the air as I inhale. I can see it in the eyes of others as I pass them in the halls. I can sense it as I'm watching the sunset.

And I never know what it means.

I inhale deeply and stretch, gazing up at the blue sky. Whatever this feeling is, I can't allow it to distract me. Not when all our hard work is starting to pay off. Not when I can see the beginning of change take shape. Now more than ever, I have to stay focused and keep my head in the game. I have to. I must.

"Are you about ready, Illie?" Toga asks.

I pull my eyes from the sky and meet hers. She is already geared up and ready. Her mask and syringe are both in place, as are her blood banks, but that's not really what has my attention. What I notice more than anything is the excitement in her eyes and the beaming smile on her lips.

Toga is ready for this. She's been ready for this. This next attack won't be a random money grab at some bank, nor with it be a randomized attack on some city center. No. Today's mission will be so much more than that.

I smile, placing my sunglasses on the bridge of my nose, and straighten my posture. "I was born ready."

"Good. Come on. We shouldn't keep the others waiting." She hooks her arm with mine. "Today's your big debut, Alter."

Today, I have a big role to play.

**Ello lovelies! Well, take a look there. The twins are still gone, Illika and Shiggy are still frisky, and the PLF is still moving forward. That said, there does seem to be one change. It looks like Illika is going to be participating in a larger role. And did you catch that? Toga called her Alter. Do you think this could be Illika's very own villain name? Hmm. Seems that way! I'm so sad. Tomorrow's the last day of my vacation week. I start back Tuesday. Oh, well. Gotta make that money and I can't do that without working, so it'll be back to the grind. But gonna end things there. I'll see y'all in the next chapter! As always, thank ya so much for all the support! Wuv yous!! <3**

-Noel Ross