Carry You Home

Chapter 1: Where does it begin?

AUTHOR NOTES:  Hey loves this is my first story I tried my best I hope you love it! I'm gonna try to post every week but I do have classes I apologize in advance. 10/8/24

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Depersonalization, when one feels disconnected from oneself or their environment. That's a word I seem to repeat often these days. I can't shake the feeling that something is off, that some vital piece of my life isn't right. But I guess that's how all villains feel. Nothing new in my world.

I sit at the bar, watching Kurogiri as he methodically cleans the freshly washed glasses, his movements mechanical, precise. I take a sip from the cup in front of me, and a grimace immediately distorts my face.

"Damn. What the hell is this?" I ask, struggling to keep down the bitter liquid.

"Peach schnapps," Kurogiri replies in his usual monotone, not even glancing up. "It's Tomura's favorite."

"Well, it's awful. Throw it out," I say, pouring the drink into the sink and refilling my glass with water, chugging it in an attempt to wash the taste away.

"You know I can't do that, Ms. Wasure. You know how the boss will get," he says, unfazed.

I roll my eyes, not so much at Kurogiri's refusal but because he's right. Tomura would be pissed if we tossed something he liked, even if the rest of us hated it. Then again, that's just human nature. I watch Kurogiri in silence. There's something about the quiet moments with him that I've always found comforting. Maybe it's the familiarity of it all. Maybe it's the consistency, the way he's always taken care of Tomura, and by extension, the League. That's our unspoken duty. Kurogiri protects him, and my role was simple. I take care of him in whatever way he needs whether that be to comfort him, help with missions, keep him entertained and make sure no one ever hurts him.

I'm like a hired big sister, not that I have much choice. Villains usually don't have much family. We find that within each other. I'm not complaining, I enjoy his company, I'm just glad to not be related to a brat like Tomura anyway. Though, it's not all bad. He doesn't treat me horribly.

At least not most days. I don't know many big sisters that allow their younger siblings to overpower them, but that's just how it works out for us. Though most times I just feel like a hired nanny.

As far back as I can remember, it's always been the three of us. There are one or two that come and go but for the most part it's just us three that stay consistent. I don't know how I became a villain, or why. All I know is that this is my life now, and I can't change it.

Suddenly, my heart jumps at the sound of something slamming against the wall of Tomura's bedroom. It's a regular occurrence, but the sudden noise still makes me flinch. I groan, knowing what's coming, and drag myself towards his room. Opening the door, I find a shattered controller on the floor where the noise came from.

Tomura is sitting cross-legged in front of the TV, his back hunched, hands twitching in frustration.

I kneel beside him, placing a hand gently on his shoulder. "What happened?"

His response catches me off guard. It's not the sharp, irritated tone I expect, but a soft, almost broken voice. "What do you think?"

"Your team lost again?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

He nods, his face turned away from me. I sigh. This is routine by now, Tomura's tantrums over the smallest things. But my job isn't to scold him. It's to comfort him, even when the reasons feel ridiculous.

I settle down beside him, quiet, letting him fume. This is what I do. It's not glamorous, it's not heroic, but it's my reality.

I stay kneeling beside Tomura, letting the silence stretch out between us. His shoulders are tense beneath my hand, the anger still radiating from him, but he doesn't pull away. I've learned by now that he doesn't want words when he's like this. He just wants someone close by, even if he'd never admit it.