Crossed lines (SDS x MHA)

Chapter 18- You Can't Choose Your Family

Aside from scaring the crap out of everyone, the rest of the day was normal. You couldn't spend all day crying and screaming into the void, so you smiled. You smiled as they described the fight with the woman who had almost killed herself to get into the Necropolis. You laughed and served drinks as both King (the floating guy) and Ban argued about what happened before they had even entered into the land of the dead. The fact that Ban could get a hole carved out of him the size of a small tire and have it immediately heal blew your mind... or at least, it took your thoughts away from everything else that'd happened.

They all asked what had happened to you in the Necropolis, but you couldn't tell them.

If you had to be honest with yourself, you wouldn't be able to talk about it without melting down. So you deflected. The children outside of the Necropolis had been an easy distraction, everyone had seen them (except King), and the whole group was a little unnerved by them.

They chatted about that for a while and you laughed as Dabi complained about how one pushed him into a mud pit (It was, in fact, Hagakure getting back at him), you laughed so hard that your stomach hurt.

These were good people. Meliodas hadn't even asked what happened. You simply felt a hand on your shoulder as he passed by. They were there for you. Something told you that if Kurogiri or his master tried to take you away right now, they'd fight for you.

It wasn't until much later that night, when everyone had finally fallen asleep, that you were able to sneak out. For the first time in ages, the moon was dark as you stared up into the sky, a new moon... your normal comfort nothing more than a hole in the sky. Perhaps it was obvious, but the longer you stood there, you could feel your composure cracking.

'A hole, eh? Sounds about right. Is nature fucking with me now too?' As you chuckled, you could feel a sob bubbling up in your throat. Kurogiri's words were spinning around your mind, torturing you with the knowledge.

You gripped the railing tightly as you stared up, watching the stars. So your mother was a low-level villain and your father was a... What even was he? A goon? It really was a wonder you turned out as well as you did... Ignoring the constant trespassing charges, but that went without saying.

"You've got a lot of weight on your shoulders, don't you?"

You wanted nothing more than to pretend that you weren't at all phased by the sudden interjection, but the way you startled... enough to almost fall over the railings, made that impossible. "Oh? Did I startle you?"

The smug, shit-eating grin that the captain wore was infuriating. He knew full well that he scared you, now he was just being a jerk about it. "Shut up." Your very... intelligent grumble did nothing more than making him laugh as he leaned on the wall of the tavern, "I thought you'd have passed out by now with the way you were drinking."

It was true, but that was the same for every night that the group chose to drink. Of the handful of nights you'd been there, he'd drank his own body weight in alcohol a good 80% of them.

"What kind of captain would I be if I couldn't handle some light drinking like that?"

Light drinking? He was delusional.

Not wanting to start a fight you knew you couldn't win, you instead chose to chuckle, staring back up at the sky, "I suppose not." As was usual when you had a lot to think about, you were sucked back into your inner world almost immediately, eyes straying back to the moon's silhouette, "I suppose not."

You needed to get home. At some point. Perhaps not to confront Kurogiri, but you needed to talk things through with your parents. There were no illusions that they didn't love you, or that they were hiding anything from you, in fact, they'd been very upfront with everything they knew about you. No. You needed to see them, it would... clear your head, you could feel it. Just seeing them, after all, this would settle the matter, you just knew it.