The Fallen and The Deranged [BNHA]

Chapter Seven: The Clarity

Mai's mind was still far off when Shigaraki came into the bar some time later. She was staring down at the bar, eyes still wide with horror and breath shaky.

Good girl.

A chill raked over her and she couldn't bare to look up and meet Shigaraki's eyes.

She hadn't spoken since he left the room. Hadn't looked up from where her eyes buried into the wooden bar.

It had felt good.

Something like guilt warped inside of her, like guilt and disgust as Shigaraki slid into the stool directly next to her.

It felt like her skin was on fire.

Mai inched away, eyes still burning and branding and wide on the bar.

No one spoke for a long moment.

Something about what had just happened, felt almost intimate to Mai. Something strange and enticing. It made her mouth dry.

It made her hate herself.

Funny, she didn't think she could any more than she already did.

"That was very impressive, Miss Saito. For someone with little use of her quirk, you did very well controlling it." Kurogiri offered.

His compliment felt like a slap against her face.

"That wasn't my quirk." She hissed.

She hadn't even known she could do that until days ago.

"But it was, just a part of it you were unaware of." Kurogiri offered kindly.

"Did you hit me?" Mai hissed, eyes still on the bar.

"Yes." Shigaraki mused.

Her heart slammed in her chest.

"I didn't know I could do that until—"

Until Shigaraki had touched her for the first time.

"Even more impressive." Kurogiri said.

"The question is can she do it even when she's not in immediate danger. She broke those handcuffs as if they were glass." Shigaraki mumbled, his hand buried in his periwinkle hair.

"That's be formidable in a fight. I wonder how she didn't break your jaw when she hit you."

"She was holding back."

Was she?

Mai didn't say a word. She was exhausted, mentally and physically. But she had a feeling that she wouldn't be able to rest anytime soon.

Her eyes stayed glued on the bar, wide and in terror.

She felt the side of Shigaraki's eyes glaring at her, felt the warmth of him next to her.

Why didn't it disgust her. It should disgust her.

"The gold that come from your hands that day, Miss Saito. It can do more than just melt through something, correct?" Kurogiri wondered, his voice polite and well mannered.

Something.

That could burn through anything, anything in its tracks until there was nothing left. Nothing left in its path except for it until she touched it to her skin.

She wondered how they knew so much about her just how much they knew about her.

"Yes." She mumbled in response finally. "But I have yet to be able to fully control it. It can change at any moment if I'm not careful, if I don't have a level head. I could let a single drip go with the thought of light, but if I'm not careful- it could begin to burn."