Corrupting you. ~ Dabi/Shigaraki x Reader

Chapter 8: Veil of Trauma

Song: Begin - Jorge Méndez

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You turned around on the bed, hitting the small bump on the sheets right beside you. Carefully, you placed a hand on top of it and felt it move under your touch. A tiny pale hand moved the sheets down, revealing two big red eyes. The little girl was alert, tense, and you couldn’t blame her for it. She had met you a few days before, right after your meeting with Overhaul. “Caretaker”, that was your new role. More like babysitter.

“Good morning, Eri.” At the soft and friendly tone of your voice, you felt the kid relax under your hand. She was slowly getting used to having you but, after so many years of living under this roof, Eri still couldn’t bring herself to blindly trust anyone. The bandages on her body were proof enough.

Stretching, you sat on the edge of the huge bed, feet touching the carpeted floor. (E/C) eyes wandered from the pink walls to the dozens of toys scattered around the room, still on their packages. Everything about this place looked forced. Too normal it was unnatural. You poked your head out of the room, making sure the hall was empty before extending your hand for Eri to take. “Let’s go get some breakfast, princess.”

Like you expected, she nodded but wrapped her little hand around the sleeve of your kimono instead. You gave her a sweet smile, kids were hard to understand for you but this one would be especially tough. What she had been through was beyond you. The white clean halls of the Shie Hassaikai manor were empty, it was still too early for the gang to be up since most missions would be executed late at night. You only had three rules here, as Overhaul had instructed you while he meticulously cleaned the barrel of his gun:

“Do not look for a way out. Do not lose sight of the kid. And do not, under any circumstances, access the lower levels. We will know.”

Big round red eyes met you right after her stomach rumbled. Loudly. You were laughing and it confused her. Nobody laughed around here, not with such a pure ring. She just stared, trying to understand the comfortable feeling that warmed her chest, raising two fingers when you asked how many eggs she wanted to eat. This yakuza had way much more money than the league and you were allowed to waste as much food as you desired. The kitchen had an american design, one you were familiar with, and it was also made to welcome at least six people which allowed you to move around comfortably since only the two of you were up. In one swift movement, you had eggs, bacon and toast served in two small plates placed in the counter. 

“...t-thanks.”

Lips slightly parted in surprise, you looked up from your plate to the kid sitting in front of you. Eri’s eyes were focused on the food while she drew shapes with egg yolk on the plate using a dirty fork. Her other hand wrapped loosely around her horn. A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. You were about to offer the girl the rest of your bacon when a tall, thin but athletic man entered the room, making a beeline for the girl. Instead of wearing the black surgical mask you were used to see already, Overhaul had opted for a magenta plague mask. Before you could act on it, he had yanked Eri from the counter and walked out of the kitchen, the little girl trying to grab onto the doorframe to avoid being taken away.

You jumped out of your seat, following them. Brows furrowed. "Stop it! Where are you taking her?"

Being completely ignored, you tried to reach out for Eri but Kurono, the man you’ve met on your first day here, stood before you in an attempt to block the door. You were told not to follow them but no fucking way in hell would you let a whipering little girl by herself. The pale haired male crossed his arms at chest level, looking down on you. You held his cold gaze, waiting for the same result Hari gave every time when he analyzed you.