꧁ᗩᑕᕼIᒪᒪEᔕ꧂ bnha

•【Ｒｅｌｕｃｔａｎｃｅ】•

How am I supposed to be able to do anything now? I know that they think I'm useless now, everything has changed since he ruined everything.

Who wants a hero who can't tell them everything will be ok?

      Their eyes scanned over the old, brittle pages. The scratchy writing that danced across the paper making them cringe slightly. They rose, tossing the dusty book down onto the musty bedsheets and breathing in the stench of rotting wood and cigarettes.

A commotion ringing from downstairs drew away their attention, in a hurry, they buried the old book amongst the bedsheets and flung themselves down the steps. Their eyes now cast on the injured body draped across the floor. Instantly they knew what was happening.

       "I told you raiding UA was a terrible idea."

       "Shut up, (Name)." The man on the ground hissed, blood seeping onto the floor in gruesome spirals. "I got shot, they got Nomu, even those kids were strong. And the symbol of peace was in perfect health..! You were wrong, Master!"

       (Name) turned to the ancient television in the corner of the room, noting how the injured man's attention was no longer placed on them. Their next objective was to make sure that the people responsible for keeping them alive didn't die from a stupid mistake. Re-entering the room with med-kit in hand, they crouched down behind the quaking man seizing his wrist before bringing it up to inspect.

"Sit up. Where were you all shot?"

(E/C) eyes clashed with red, leaving a tension so thick one could cut it with a knife. Their eyes narrowing in a demanding way as they slightly tightened their grip.

"Each arm and leg." He finally gave with a groan, knowing it was futile to resist. The teen rose with him, supporting his weight as they led him over to the counter, him hissing out in pain once his wrist was once more held.

"Stay still, it's going to hurt." They dumped out some of the alcohol onto a rag, one that was surprisingly clean for their current residence. As the man howled in pain at the contact, they gave a silent ghost of a chuckle. "I can't say you didn't cause this. Although I'm lucky the bullets went clean through. I'd rather not listen to more of your screams than necessary."

The room was filled with a thick silence as the teen finished patching both of them up. Their eyes wandered back over to the old screen in the corner, a sense of unease drifting over them as they knew whoever was listening in on the other end knew exactly what was happening, and they knew that whoever was on the other end willingly sent them out knowing what could happen. They didn't know who the man behind the screen was, nor did they want to. The very idea of him disgusted them. The fact that Shigaraki looked to him as a father figure, and his safety was so disregarded was always a fact that disturbed them.

Shigaraki, however, was always stubborn. Since the first time they met all the way up till now, it was the one thing that stayed consistent. He never listened to reason, only the man behind the screen. And even now, after being shot to fulfill the man's desires, he was still more than willing to listen to him.

       "I'm leaving now. It'll be a pain in the ass to listen to you whine for the next few hours. Rest up or whatever." They said, rubbing their eyes as they made their way over to the staircase. A faint mumbling could be made out from behind them, yet they were too tired and far too stressed to bother to listen in.

       "I said thank you, (Name)." Shigaraki's raspy voice burst through the envisioned silence. They turned slightly to see the look of reluctance on his face. A small smirk found it's way on their face.

       "Yeah, don't go getting shot and you won't need to thank me."

       The tired youth collapsed back onto the dusty sheets of their bed, staring up at the smoke-stained rooftop before rolling over in frustration. Their arms crossed over as they tried to lull themselves back to sleep.

A loud thumping at their door tore them away from the desired sleep. "(Name), open up."

In a tired annoyance, they rose to open the door for the man. "What do you want now?" Their eyes flickered upwards in a half-effort glare.

"He wants to talk to you."