Nezu's challenge! (Villain Rehab)

27: Nezu and his Tea

"Hey," Tsuki said quietly when she found Gyro sitting in front of the tv in the common room. She tiredly sat down. Somehow her head spun.
She was so... tired...

She got drugged somehow...?

As Tsuki leaned back annoyedly, her head got heavy. Her eyelids started closing and she shook her head.

"You okay?" Gyro asked with mild concern.

"I dunno," Tsuki said, "Nezu gave me some tea... I really hope it wasn't drugged..."

Gyro raised an eyebrow as Tsuki suddenly fell asleep.
At first he ignored her, but he quickly checked for her pulse before turning back to the tv.
She was fine, just sleeping.

It didn't take long for Gyro to fall asleep next to her.

—

"Okay, we need to discuss it." Papillon sat next to Arawaru in the library and whispered as inconspicuously as she could. "You're keeping a secret, I want to know," she smiled, "Have you found a way to escape?"

Arawaru raised an eyebrow. "The only secret I've currently got goes as followed; It was my twin sister who killed that one kid. I was the one who urged her to run away with me so we wouldn't get caught."

Papillon blinked twice before she sat back. "Whoa, okay. Sorry, didn't mean to assume."
Her mutters got interupted as a Arawaru held up his hand.

"I don't care," he grabbed a book and opened it. His eyes scrolled the words, but instead of his brain changing it's thoughts, Arawaru felt himself softening up. It was himself— it was the quirk bracelets.

Closing the book rather loudly, Arawaru got up. "I'm gonna look for Aizawa, I'll see you sometime."

Papillon looked as he left. She wondered for a moment... how did Arawaru continue his quirk despite the bracelets? Or was there something wrong with them.

She glanced down at them.
For a moment her thoughts swirled before she smiled.
She got up and went her own way.

The support course awaited her!

—

When Gyro woke up he felt a bunch of hair in his face. He tried to get it away, wondering how his hair had grown, but then he noticed the weight against him. His brain did the math and quickly he opened his eyes, tensing at the idea of someone close to him as he was asleep.

It took him a moment to realise he was safe before he relaxed again. It was just Tsuki.
Her eyes were closed as her legs were curled up on the couch. Her hands supported her head as they balled in little fists. Somehow she looked innocent, despite the wrong she had done in the past.

Carefully Gyro moved her so he could get up. He was surprised how she kept on sleeping, even when he accidentally dropped her head on the couch.
He stepped back and looked around. He found a soft blanket and threw it over her. Making sure it wasn't covering her head.
It was late, he had been asleep for a long time now. He wondered if anyone saw them... of course, there were camera's. They were watching him—

He stared for a second.
It felt strange for a moment how Tsuki must have gone through something the same. Rejection, hate, hurt.
He shook his head and got up. Nobody deserved that shit, it pissed him off.

Though, he didn't know exactly what happened to Tsuki. Nobody did... it was why she was so scary sometimes. At least they knew how Papillon was forced to own the black market, and how Arawaru lost his sister or something... actually, they didn't know much about that either.

And Gyro hadn't talked much about anything with them either.

What if they would hate him if they knew how pathetic he was?
The thought rested in his mind as he walked to his room. Slowly it made him feel nauseous, because what if they would?
His eyes glanced at the glass near the bathroom door.

He frowned.
He really should clean up.

Why didn't he?

Why... why was he such a little shit?
A bastard— fucked up garbage, street rat, useless, a nuisance, twat, ass, dickhead, plainly rude, too quiet, boring, idiot, dumbass, murderer.

It suddenly dawned on him that after half an hour he was still staring at the glass on the floor. He still felt nauseous.

He tried calming himself by wiping his hand with his face, but he clawed at it instead.
He forced himself to pause as he scrunched up his face.
He could just... clean.

He could do that.

And that's exactly why he curled up in a ball on the floor, feeling utterly weak, helpless and scared.

Why was he like this?