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When Tenmuku Shimura walks home that lonely evening from U.A. High...
"That's a she to you, bitches." Oh. She's awake. She seems...tired. Maybe from the fight? Rosu will have to ask Hite about it. "May I please have a glass of water, Kurogiri?" He nods, and fills a tall glass up with tap water. He gestured to the slightly broken mini-freezer. That's just his way of asking, "Would you also like some ice?" without making the other's around him more mad than they already are. It made sense to Mafii, but it never made sense to the others. Least of all Hite. "So you gonna put me down yet, villain?" It was that girl again. Her name is... [ANALYSING. ANALYSING. PLEASE WAIT.] [RESULTS GIVEN.] Ah, Tenmuku. Tenmuku Shimura. Quite similar to Shigaraki's former name, Tenko Shimura. Maybe that's why the heroes chose that name for her, so it seemed familiar enough to be memorable, but not too familiar so it could bring back any old memories. "Shimura? Will you allow yourself to be taken to your room while we discuss our next plan of action?"
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"Fine..." she grumbled. Mafii tried her best to be polite. After those past years- [MALFUNCTION. SHUT DOWN IMMEDIATELY.] "Eep!! Shut me down, quick!!" Kurogiri reached for the small button on Mafii's neck, and she went in shut down. If you haven't guessed it already, Rosu Mafii is a robot. Able to remember faces, songs, whole books, essays, exact coordinates of locations, passwords and logins, website URLs, names, shoe brands, pretty much anything. What she can do? A whole other story. She can list over 100 items on a list, recite poems, create poems, analyse faces to find their citizen files, sharpen a knife to a minimum of 3-4 atoms, open a compartment in her robotic leg that has over 15 knives stored in it.
A cold, dark cell. No warmth- no clothes, bed, curtains, pillow, nothing. No way out. A man walks in, along with a new man. The first one is her keeper, the second is...[ANALYSING...] Toya Todoroki, better known as Dabi. "Nah, do whatevah youse want with 'er. Just a robot a'ver all. Ha!" Her keeper kicks her shin, causing a pain through her whole leg. "Well, I'll be outsoide if youse need mah. Doubt'cha will though, haha!" "Thanks." Her keeper leaves and Dabi walks over to her with the same cold eyes as the rest. The others who have sexually abused her. And this man is just another. He crouches in front of her, his eyes softening a bit. He's just trying to make it seem safe, isn't he? He leans in next to her ear and says, "I'm gonna get you out, okay?" Mafii's eyes widen. This is the first time anyone has shown...sympathy. Pity, even. Dabi looks around the room for a windows or burnable material such as wood (thanks to her analysing skills, she can tell by facial expression) and spots a wooden board meant as a bed of sorts. He walks to it and blue flames ignite in his hand. It hurts, Mafii can tell by his slight change in facial expression, but he holds his hand to the wood nonetheless. It lights on fire and smoke quickly fills the room. He's now looking for something to make a loud sound with. Hm... Break the board in half! "Dabi, snap the board in half." "How do you know my...and what I was...ugh, whatever." He tires his best to pick it up and snap in without getting burned, and succeeds. "Ay, whazz all dat racket for? And dah smoke! What've youse been doin'?" Her keeper opens the door, but not a single thing can be seen. By humans, at least. Mafii can see just fine. She grabs Dabi's hand and runs out, jumping out the window. "ARE YOU CRAZY?! THIS IS A SEVEN-STORY BUILDING!!" "WE'LL MAKE IT, I PROMISE!" Sure enough, they land on a pile of illegally dumped, mouldy mattresses, and run.
That was the day that Mafii found the first man she could trust.
