Eri runs into a dead end alley, out of breath. Overhaul walks closer, appearing very menacing to the young girl. He looms over her, about to grab her hair. Eri calls out for help, even though she knows it would be useless, as no one was around.
"Hey!"
Shigaraki looks into the alley. "Overhaul, boss wants you. I'll take care of the girl," he says, his voice raspy. He was wearing his plain black hoodie, which was a stark contrast to Overhaul' strange outfit. "Whatever," Overhaul responds. "Don't let her out of your sight."
Shigaraki glares. "And who are you to order me around? You best be careful," he snarls, his fingers twitching as Overhaul turns around and starts walking to him. "Now go," Shigaraki continues. "Boss doesn't like waiting." Overhaul rolls his eyes and leaves. The two men knock shoulders as they pass.
"Ugh." Shigaraki scoffs. He looks down at Eri, who was frozen in fear, pressed up against the wall. He looks over at the little girl and sighs. "I never liked him, you know?" Eri doesn't respond as she looks up at Shigaraki with wide eyes. Shigaraki frowns. Eri reminded him of himself. Light blue hair, pale, slightly pasty skin, red eyes... Most of all, she was scared. Shigaraki remembered being scared.
He walks closer to Eri. "Hey, kid," he says, kneeling in front of her. He puts on his gloves that only cover a few fingers. Toga gave them to him after several dusted doorknobs. "Are you ok?" He looks at her with something akin to concern present in his eyes. "Y-Yeah..." Eri responds, shivering. Shigaraki sighs, pulling off his hoodie. "Here, wear this. It's a little big, but it should keep you warm." He helps her put on the hoodie. It falls to the ground around her. Shigaraki chuckles. "You look like a little grim reaper," he says.
He looks around. "Now I shouldn't do this, but we're gonna go to U.A., okay? They'll take care of you, I promise. And if they don't, I will." He speaks carefully and quietly. Eri nods. "Okay," she says. "What's your name again, little one?" Shigaraki asks. "I'm Eri," she responds. Shigaraki nods. "I'm Tomura Shigaraki, in case you didn't know," he replies. "But you can call me Shiggy." Eri smiles and giggles a little. "That's a funny nickname," she says. Shigaraki grins. "So?" He holds his arms open. "Come on, it'll be faster if I carry you."
Eri hesitantly steps forward, and Shigaraki wraps the hoodie around her, picking her up and holding her. Shigaraki starts briskly walking down the streets. He makes sure to hold Eri gently, but still make sure she doesn't fall. After about two hours of walking, in the dead of night, they reach the U.A. doors. Shigaraki sets Eri down. "Stand back," he warns. She clings to his leg as he takes off one of his special gloves. He places his hand on the door and disintegrates it. "Follow me," Shigaraki gently instructs as he puts his glove on. Eri seems hesitant, so Shigaraki leans down and offers her a small smile. "Don't worry, it doesn't work when I'm wearing my gloves." He holds up his partially gloved hands next to his head and makes a silly face.
Eri laughs and grabs his hands, her tiny ones grasping his larger index fingers. Shigaraki straightens up, holding Eri's hand, which is easily dwarfed by his own. "Come on. Let's get you to safety," Shigaraki says. The walk through the door. It was dark and appeared to be deserted. "I saw an office light on," Shigaraki reassures Eri. "Eraserhead!" Shigaraki shouts.
Scuffling is heard, and a few minutes later, a disgruntled Aizawa appears. "Ugh, what- SHIGARAKI!?" Aizawa immediately tenses up, readying his capture weapon. Shigaraki scoffs as Aizawa wraps a piece of the scarf around his free wrist. "Could you be any louder? Listen, I'm just here to drop off this kid." He motions toward Eri, who was still clutching Shigaraki's other hand. Aizawa had to do a double take; he almost didn't see her on account of the black fabric of Shigaraki's hoodie around her.
