healing hands || tomura shigaraki

don't ever make that mistake again - 3

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Quietly pulling your door open, you tiptoed down the hall. You hadn't changed, and you didn't have any clothes. Himiko would be dropping some stuff off for you tomorrow. But for now, you'd just have to make do with what you had. You weren't complaining. You loved the dress you were wearing.

Unlocking the front door, you pulled it back slowly to not make any sound. You slipped out and walked down the sidewalk. The area around you was quiet, and it seemed almost uninhabited. But eventually lit up street signs and people came into view.

You made your way to a bus stop, looking for the one that would take you closet to where you needed to go. You remembered where you were, taking a picture of the name of the bus stop you'd need to go back to to get back to the place you currently resided.

You hopped on the bus which had just stopped, giving the fare and telling him where you'd be going. The bus driver nodded and you took a seat in the middle of the bus, watching the scenery pass by as you started to move again.

Time blurred as you rode through Japan, mesmerized by all of its nightlife. 

Checking your phone for the time, the brightness of your screen burned your eyes. But you could make out 11:23 pm. You sighed. You'd been on this bus for an hour. You finally reached the final stop. Would the place even be open now?

You hoped so.

Walking off the bus, you thanked the man for driving you there, giving him a tip. You walked along the lit-up street, the concrete cold against your bare feet. The night air was brisk against your exposed shoulders.

The large prison came into view as you approached.

A man stopped you outside.

"Are you lost, Miss?" He questioned looking at your features.

"No. This is Tartarus, right? I'd like to see someone inside." You explained. The man gave you a questionable look as he walked alongside you, walking you to the entrance. He was tempted to ask about your attire, but he didn't want to seem rude.

"I'm here to see All For One." You spoke to the man at the front desk. He choked on his drink looking at you. 

"Uhm, I'm not sure if I can-"

"Please." You added the please on, a small smile resting on your lips. The man sighed. It was late. He was just doing his job. All For One didn't get visitors, nobody came for him, perhaps this was just a one-time thing.

"Right this way. Here." He handed you a name badge and you promptly wrote your first name down. You stuck it to your dress, following another man who lead you down the long halls.

It was almost creepy how quiet this place was. Then again, assuming there was some sort of curfew many inmates might be sleeping.

Then how could you see All For One? You sighed, shaking your questions out of your head.

You stopped at a door as the man walking you keyed himself in. The door opened and there behind glass and secured to a chair, you saw All For One. You were happy to see he was okay.

All For One couldn't express his emotions. But he was happy to see you. He was happy to know you were okay. But he was beyond curious as to how you'd gotten here.

"All For One!" You smiled happily. The guards tried not to judge what was going on. They didn't know enough about All For One to question his antics when it came to people he knew, nor did they really care for the criminal, to begin with.

"Ah, hello dear." All For One spoke cooly. You couldn't touch the glass, or go near it, but you imagined the feeling of his hugs. 

"How are you?" You questioned. Curious about how life in this place was.