Nezu's challenge! (Villain Rehab)

30: A tower

A/n: ⚠️ Mention of r!pe up ahead, please read with caution, skip the ⚠️ part if you're not comfortable reading it.
The rest of the chapter is less heavy, don't worry. Stay safe, I love you guys, have a waffle.
🧇✨
—Waffle

"Okay," Arawaru said tiredly, "So let me get this straight, right? So, okay, right."

There was a silence where Arawaru was considering all his choices in life.

"Do you really want me to sneak into the kitchens just for chocolate milk?"

Tsuki nodded.
"Nobody ever let me have it and I thought—"

"Hold on—" Arawaru realised what Tsuki missed in her life. A smile played on his lips as he thought of the idea. "We are going to sneak out for some damn hot chocolate."

The dark hallways seemed to go on forever as the two walked.
They were going to get detention, but Arawaru knew it would be worth it.

Their footsteps were soft, they avoided the camera's in a way that only years of experience would allow them to.

And they made hot chocolate. Arawaru didn't leave it by melting chocolate with milk, he added cinnamon, sugar and some other random things he thought would taste good. Eventually it tasted just like he loved it best.

He and Tsuki sat in the kitchens, enjoying the warm drink.

— ⚠️

Sometimes when someone wakes up from a nightmare they gasp. Sometimes they scream, they don't realise it had just been a dream or wake up in cold sweat, having to reassure themselves that it was just a dream.

Papillon did the last option,
She felt her face. Feeling cold tears on her face. She felt gross.

Way more than anyone ever should.

She felt bad, violated.

Like someone had stolen the one thing keeping her who she was.
The feeling of not being able to get away hit her and she got up, away from the soft bed, the warm covers.

Papillon got up and rushed out of the dark room. The few soft lights in the common room were enough to assure Papillon she wasn't there. It was just a dream.

She wasn't there— in fact, that had been years ago.

God she wished it was years ago. It had only been months ago that that had happened.

Papillon realised there were cameras watching her. She got up and returned to her room.
It was just a nightmare.

She was fine— or she would be.

She could still feel the hand slipping across her skin.

She couldn't get away.

Papillon stepped back outside her room.
She stared up at a camera, almost requesting help wordlessly.

Maybe it worked, or maybe it was just an author accidentally planning it out, but a hero came.

Papillon was saved.

— less heavy now, but still 🧇 —

Everything happened in one night.
Aizawa somehow found two people making hot chocolate in the kitchen. They burned it, completely ruining the pan. Still they got two cups of decent hot chocolate out of it and Aizawa sighed as they both took a sip despite having gotten caught just now.