Yumi

Chapter One

The day he took me in was the day my mind began to slip. He offered safety a family, what a got was far from.  But I stay. I stay because I love him. I stay because one day I hope to rip his guts from his stomach. I stay because I hope he'll see me as more then just an object.

I sat on a worn bar stool, just a few seats down from him. The sounds of clinking glasses and the slow drip of a leaking tap sit in the back of my mind, never fully blocked out. Being here was hell. I want to leave bad, but my mind won't let me. Joining the league is like signing up for a disease, one that drains every drop of sanity from your head.

I closed my eyes. I took slow breaths as I imagined what could have been if I hadn't have walked with him. It's my fault really, I count handle my quirk. The sent off blood still sets me off. That's what the league like about me, the uncontrollable violence I bring. I flinched as the glass within my hand shattered into a thousand pieces.
I lowered my head with the feeling of everyone's eyes on me.

I looked to Shigaraki, a smirk played on his lips. He was happy to see me breaking. "May I leave. Sir?" I asked him as I began to feel the warmth of my own blood flow down my fingers. "No." I narrowed my eyes at his raspy response. He patted the stool next to him. "Why don't you sit a little closer, Doll." He chuckled taking a sip from his drink. I slowly obliged and moved closer. Everyone had gone back to what they where doing and Kurogiri has begun to clean the glass.

Shigaraki and I had a toxic relationship. Like everyone in the league it was based of fear. He saw me as an object, a piece on his board. Something to be used. But the twisted love I felt for him meant that I didn't put up a fight, ever. As far as I know he had no attraction to me, I am a doll and only a doll.
He craved every bit of control he could have over me. And he always got it.