How We Catch Feelings (but it's not all about them)

Chapter 8

Midoriya couldn't stretch all night long. His legs had fallen asleep but Shigaraki was like a cat, you just couldn't move. He rested one of his hands on his hood and he dangled the other in the air, watching it like a pendulum, never once glancing outside to watch the others' reaction. He was incredibly fucked. Yes he may not have any emotional intelligence, at least when it came to himself, but he saw the way Shiagarki latched onto him, the way as soon as Midoriya wasn't disgusted by him he started thinking differently. Shigaraki had been so emotionally deprived that when he felt understanded by Midoriya his perception of the hero in training changed, and after being trapped with him for so long Shigaraki had developed feelings. The boy didn't know if he necessarily reciprocated them, he hadn't felt anything truly in so long, but he didn't dislike him, did that mean he felt the same as Shiagarki did?

The person mentioned stirred and groaned dragging his hand down his face.

"Morning..." he said looking sideways and up at Midoriya.

"Morning."

"Another day here huh?"

"Were you expecting to wake up on the real floor that's beneath us?"

"Not really. More like in prison."

Midoriya pushed his head up and Shigaraki sat up, remaining next to him. He took that chance to spread and bring in his legs to his chest a few times.

"I'm guessing you didn't sleep?"

"No." he said distant.

Shigarki noticed the floor around them was drawn with marker. There were strange shapes and triangles that looked suspiciously close to sphears piercing the life-like globs. It seemed like Midoriya kept himself occupied.

"What is this?" he pointed to the floor.

"Nonsense." he said wiping the doodles with his sleeve. He was lucky it was black.

They both saw Present Mic approach. He wore a cheerfull experience that looked like was hiding something. Midoriya kept his guard up.

'Hello little listeners.' he signed.

Midoriya signed a quick hello back. Shigaraki let his head fall on his knees not bothering to greet the hero.

'A friend of ours will come to talk to you both. Don't worry too much about it.' he said smiling.

'Thank you Mic sensei, for giving us a heads-up.'

'No problem.' He got off the floor and headed to the door to greet his friend.

"It's detective Tsukauchi." Midoriya told Shigaraki.

"Isn't that the guy who has a lie detector quirk?"

"It only works through verbal response, he won't hear us nor will we when he asks his question. Writing it will do nothing."

"I'm not going to ask how you know that."

"Be careful though, he still is a detective, he can interrogate you using just facial expressions."

"Noted." came Shigaraki's muffled response.

The man in his beige trench coat came striding with average steps towards them. He was carrying a notepad with him and a black pen. He lightly dusted his coat before sitting down in front of one of the cube's sides, the one Midoriya was facing, the one which was parallel with the side Shigaraki was leaning on.

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"I'm afraid you don't understand the dangers in which we are in. I have personally checked Midoriya's profile and have come across suspicious data. It's been edited and after careful thinking I found more than one plot hole."