Archive of Our Own

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He was a monster. He was the worst nightmare you could imagine, but the worst thing for you was that you brought it on yourself.

You went to him lured by the promise of removing from you your quirk, that was your curse - because of it you could never be happy.

When it manifested itself in you at the age of four everyone thought it was a beautiful power, but everything changed quickly.

You could see the future of any person you saw - it only took one glance at a person to know what was going to happen to them and it was usually nothing good.

Diseases, accidents, murders, and these are just a few of them...

People in your village considered you cursed and sentenced you to banishment. You were locked inside the four walls of your room all the time, because they thought what happened to them was your fault, but you just told them what was going to happen. You were a tool to reveal their sad future - a kind of medium, you couldn't influence events on your own. You could have just warned them...

But who would listen to you?

Everyone was afraid of you, running away as you walked down the street or calling and throwing rocks at you. Even your parents stayed away from you.

What could you do about being lonely? That you wanted to feel happy for once? That you were desperate for contact with another person?

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With your foot, you closed the door to your flat with a slam. The old hinge creaked shrilly, but nothing else happened.

"Tadaima" you shouted into deaf space like you used to. No one answered, as usual.

You didn't bother to turn the key because there was nothing to steal - besides, you weren't afraid of thieves, it was a quiet neighborhood compared to your old house.

To this day, you remember the glow of red flames engulfing your family home and the black smoke scratching your throat. At night, you sometimes hear the screams of your parents being burned alive. They appear as two human figures dancing in a mad dance, but they are always faceless. You don't know if it was because of the fire that devoured their faces or you just forgot them.

But the worst was waiting for you outside - a flock of gathered people standing in front of the house and watching it turn into a big bonfire. No one called for help or came to your rescue. No heroes were around either...

To escape you broke the window in your room and jumped out, even though it was on the ground floor, it was still awfully high for you - you were only eight years old at the time.

Only eight...

Things like this shouldn't happen to kids, but they happen all the time, they're just behind our backs...

Or we just don't want to see it and look away from them.

You remember a frantic run to get away from rabid dogs and a group of hunters wanting to have fun at your expense. They laughed loudly and talked even louder about what they were going to do to you - how they were going to pluck out your cursed eyes and...

No. Not now. You don't want to remember it. You don't want to remember it now...

You unpack your groceries in the kitchen, it's not much - barely basic products. You work, however, the bills are expensive. Good thing you only have yourself to feed now.

Your only companion (and roommate) already lies dead in her room. You didn't do anything to her, old grandma died of natural causes. You knew this was gonna happen for a long time, and you didn't want to be there. You went for a walk that night.

When you came back it was over, but you didn't want to look at her. You didn't want to remember her like that, you wanted her to always be alive in your mind. You were also a little afraid, but you didn't know what (that you would break down seeing her in this state).

So she's been in her futon room for like four days now. You closed the door to her room the same day, but you're already starting to smell a slight stench coming from behind it.

Someday you'll finally take care of it. You will call the corpse cleaners who'll take care of it for you, and for now you will still collect your grandmother's pension (small, but always something).

Do you feel bad about stealing from the deceased? Honestly, you don't even think about it (you can't stand it with yourself then).

You put your sunglasses on the cupboard in the living room and go to your bedroom to read - apart from the radio, books are your only entertainment.

You don't watch TV because you don't want to know the dark future of presenters or see how athletes' dreams are ruined by injury.

And that's what your gray everyday looks like...

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How did you meet grandma? Oh, there's no great heroism in the story - you just wanted to keep warm, and her door was the only one open.

People in the area knew your quirk and stayed away from you. You had to walk lot of miles to hit that one open door.

It was the only happiness you have experienced in your entire life so far.

The old woman lay breathing heavily in her yellow futon. When she heard your footsteps over her, she didn't even open her eyes or change the expression of pain on her wrinkled face.

"Please don't kill me" she whispered quietly. "I don't have much, but you can take whatever you want. Just please..." Suddenly, she had a cough from which saliva dripped down her chin. "Don't kill me."

And you stood and looked at this being more helpless than you. It was hard for you to imagine that you could find someone like that, but the proof that someone like that was lying right in front of you.

And you saw her future. You leaned over her and stroked her with your dirty hand on her thin, white hair and told her what you saw:

"You won't die. Not yet. You'll live."

The woman finally lifted her thick eyelids and saw above her the filthy face of an emaciated child who, feeling her high fever, immediately hid under her cord and hugged her side in search of warmth.

And so your life together began.

Grandma finally got better, and she thought you did it. She said you had a wonderful quirk.

It was weird to hear, after so much cursing you.

She was also the first person to call your quirk a wonderful...

—— —— ——

"Do you know why I call your quirk wonderful?" she asked one day while making ramen.

You didn't know.

"Because you gave me hope at my the worst time. I was scared, but you said I'd live and I believed you."

She tried to lift the pot of water for the pasta, but couldn't manage. Her hands were sick from rheumatism. You took it and put it on the burner yourself.

You still didn't understand it, however, it made you feel nice.

—— —— ——

An old woman bought you sunglasses after a few months.

"What's that for?" you asked as you watched them. They were on thin, gold-painted wires.

"I see you hide your face and look away when you meet other people," she began stroking you over the head. "That's why I thought you could use it."

Her pension wasn't large - so you'd expect that she must have been saving for it for some time.

Since then, your sunglasses collection has grown. You had all kinds of them: with plastic casing, with wires, with glass changing into a different color at the bottom, resembling animals or different patterns.

She bought them for you from time to time, but you always got books for your birthday - without pictures, because your quirk might have told you how they ended.

She also made cake with you - you kneaded it because her hands hurt too much. Then you'd sit over tea and eat it.

You were sure that before your quirk showed up to you, your parents were throwing you parties too - with friends and a much larger cake decorated with candles.

But you wouldn't trade what you have now with old women for anything.

—— —— ——

"You're probably wondering why I was alone then?" she began as you washed the dishes after dinner.

No. You never thought about it, but you let her talk to get her out of it.

"You see, I'm a quirkless. I never had what you had... That's why I was persecuted."

You've heard of these people born without a quirk. As you remember, they made up only 20% of the Earth's population.

"Here I found my place, but people still look at people like me the wrong way, so..." Suddenly her faint wrinkled hand was on your head, and she was leaning over your ear. Her warm breath tickled your ear as she whispered to you. "Don't think bad of yourself, your power is wonderful. It can give people hope..."

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When did you meet him? When did you want to meet him? When did you even find out about him?

Oh, it happened by complete accident.

You were coming home from the store when someone ran into you and knocked you over. He has many fangs protruding from his mouth and a large horn on the left side of his head. He handed you your glasses (luckily they weren't broken) with an apologetic expression on his face.

But you froze motionless looking at him with your mouth open. The brown-haired man, thinking you scared him, made a sore face (as if you had the eyes of a basilisk) and put your glasses on the pavement underneath you before he left. He thought you were frightened by the look of him, when you were dumbfounded by a vision you had.

You saw him kneel in front of the white-haired man. They said something to each other, but you couldn't hear the words, but the quirk prevented you from hearing the sounds.

A shadow covered the other's man face as he leaned over him and placed his hand on his face. Then the caricatured huge fangs shrank to the size of normal teeth disappearing in the mouth of even a handsome guy.

He, took his quirk from him...

—— —— ——

Since then, your search for the mysterious man began. You didn't know where to start. You couldn't go to the police because, one: you didn't know how to explain to them that you had to find him, and two: you didn't trust them after the incident years ago. From what you've learned the investigation was discontinued and they considered the fire outbreak to be an electrical failure...

You started walking around the darker parts of the city, met with a lot of people and put up posters everywhere. At first it didn't do anything - no one knew what you were talking about and the posters were ripped down.

However, that didn't stop you from continuing.

The old woman was pleased that you had finally found something that engaged you. I guess it was the first time in years.

And finally your work began to bear fruit. Under one of your poster, someone wrote in red paint in big letters:

'ALL FOR ONE'

You knew from the books that this was the motto of the three musketeers, but you were sure that this was not the point.

Using the computer in the city library, you learned that this was the nickname of the biggest villain in Japan. He named himself after his power.

Which he used to receive others their individualities.

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Would that be a good thing? Asking the villain for help?

Maybe if you were in a different situation you wouldn't even think about it, but from an early age you were haunted by a vision. Every time you looked in the mirror you saw yourself sitting in a dark room in a pool of blood. Your bare feet were as cold as your fingertips. One of your legs was bent at an unnatural angle, and blood dripping from your wounds, dirtying your light garment consisting of a strapless blouse and torn jeans. Your open mouth was dripping saliva, and your big pupils were staring at one point in front of them.

There was someone standing over you, but you couldn't tell who that person was.

You always interrupted the vision by looking away, afraid of what might happen next, but it's long time ago engraved, like hot iron, into your mind.

You hoped that by getting rid of that curse, you would protect yourself from that fate.

You were as foolish as all those in your village who thought they could escape destiny.

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A few days after the death of the old woman during your 'patrol' you met a man. He seemed to be a few years older than you. He had glasses on his nose and a cigarette in his mouth. You were surprised by his unusual attire, but it was his words that shocked you the most.

"Why are you looking for All For One?"

Surprised you looked at him as you stopped sticking the ad to the building.

"It's all on the poster" you replied finally coming out of your daze. You taped the paper to the brick wall without looking at him just as he wasn't looking at you.

"But why do you want to get rid of your quirk?"

"It is my curse. I don't want it, I let him take it away."

After a moment of silence, during which he took a drag on his cigarette burning it halfway, he said.

"Come here tomorrow at the same time. I'll see what I can do for you."

And with these words he walked away leaving you alone in the middle of the street. You took back your posters and returned to your half-dead apartment.

—— —— ——

"Hey, Obaasan" you started cooking dinner. As always, not a single sound came out of the locked room. It didn't bother you, and you kept going. "I met someone today. Maybe... Maybe he can help me with my problem, what do you think?"

The cold of the apartment made you put on a partially moth-eaten wool sweater still wearing the smell of the old owner. When you put it on, you thought he was hugging you.

"I could finally start a normal life and find a better job..."

You didn't make much money working as a janitor, especially since you mostly found teenagers wanting to clean their houses after parties before their parents came home. If you'd gone to the employment office, you could've made more money, but you were afraid you'd accidentally see something bad.

"Maybe I'd go to school..."

You owe most of the things you do to a woman, but she can't help you with everything. Especially in its current state.

"Hey, hey, Obaasan... Do you think I'm doing the right thing?"

A deafening silence answered you, and although you knew what she would say to that, you didn't want to back down.

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Giran (from what you learned his name was) came as promised, and going to meet All For One you felt anxious, because who wouldn't when facing the most dangerous man in the country?

And all the time you had doubts...

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't even notice how you found yourself in front of him. All For One himself looked simple - like a typical passerby you might encounter on your way to the store or to work. He didn't stand out in anything. He was just an ordinary man.

Who could lay all of Japan at his feet if he wanted to.

"What do you want from the Master?!"

"Calm down, Ujiko. We're here to listen to our new friend, not scare [him/her]."

He sounded like a priest speaking to the faithful - he spoke calmly but confidently. You know how it sounded because you'd walk past churches and temples.

Even though it was dark in the room, you didn't take your glasses off. You saw the outline of the character through them, but they lacked the details that would trigger the vision.

You felt they were waiting for you to explain to them (maybe introduce yourself). You bit your lip out of nerves and squeezed the material of your sleeves between your fingers. You felt nervous standing in front of criminals and scared. And you still had doubts about your plan. You were already about to speak, but before you had time to begin, the criminal spoke up first.

"Quirk, with whom you can see the future. What a wonderful individuality."

Those words made your eyes burst with tears, and his hand that was immediately on your head was like a breach in a dam, allowing you to cry for the first time.

You cried loudly, ugly and profusely. Tears ran down your cheeks in endless streams just like snot from your nose. You felt your entire face turn dark red to the tips of your ears.

He, meanwhile, stroked your hair. His hand didn't touch you gently as if you were made of glass, his touch was heavy, but at the same time so warm and comforting that you didn't want this moment to ever end.

As you knelt before him like this (you don't know when you got on your knees) and wiped your face with your fists and pieces of your sleeves for a moment, you felt as if Obaasan was here with you. As if it was her hand now stroking your head. Their touch was so similar...

All illusion broke when you calmed down a bit and finally raised your eyes. It wasn't your Obaasan standing over you, but All For One - a criminal who had killed many and robbed even more of their quirks.

However, you weren't haunted by another vision when you looked into his red eyes.

Could he really be that bad?

You should have started running that same night. Maybe then you'd have a chance.

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For the first few days it was quiet - it did not happen suddenly like an explosion. All For One was more subtle, like a stream flowing between the boulders, sculpting the trough more and more. He wasn't impulsive, he was planning.

Coming home one day, you noticed no distinctive smell of rotting meat. You went to check it out and saw that the whole apartment had been thoroughly cleaned, but nothing had been taken.

And the door to Obaasan's room was slightly slid open. When you looked through them, you saw an empty room with a futon in the middle of it.

The bedding was replaced with clean white.

Did that bother you?

No, the door was always open, so one of the neighbors could have called a corpse cleaner for you because it was stinking. You expected a bill for services to be delivered within a few days at the latest.

But you were surprised no one called the police.

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Ever since you lost quirk you walked the streets without sunglasses. You didn't feel confident without them and probably everyone who looked at you thought you were lost in the city, even though you knew it better than your hometown.

You looked into people's faces with a slight fear and felt even greater when you were caught staring at them.

You changed jobs. To adapt you started as an employee in a small shop having daily contact with people. There were difficult customers (some could bring you to the brink of tears) but for the few thanks to whom you were able to laugh you tried to endure.

You finally found some friends, too. Your manager was kind to you, and all the staff helped you adjust to your new job. They explained to you what was where, they taught you how to operate the cash register, and they weren't mad at you when you failed to understand the first time. Of all the store's employees, you got the most liking with a guy who might not be much younger than you, Hiroshi.

He often walked you home late and came to you - you were learning to cook new dishes together. You already knew some of the dishes because your Obaasan couldn't do everything in the kitchen by herself, but you didn't experiment with food either - you didn't see the point if you were the one who supposed to eat it anyway. And that's how you could save more money. The boy couldn't do anything, because his parents did everything for him all his life, but he finally wants to become more independent. For your cooking lessons, he's always the one who brought the ingredients you need. Sometimes he also took you to the cinema, paying for both tickets and snacks (for which you were very grateful).

He was really nice...

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"Tadaima" you threw into space when you walked into an empty apartment. You still haven't gotten rid of that old habit.

"Okarinasai" answered a voice from inside the apartment making you freeze while taking off your shoes.

You felt like a deer caught in the headlights of a vehicle heading straight for you. You were fresh out of work (you were still wearing a green uniform) still with one shoe on your leg and Hiroshi was still under the block. You can always run to him...

"[Your Name], won't you greet an old friend?" the voice asked, which slowly made it clear to you who the intruder might be.

Against your own good sense, you went deep into the apartment, ready to run out the door at any moment. In your living room, you saw All For One sitting in an old chair. He smiled at you and a shadow fell on his face, covering his eyes, giving him a disturbing appearance. He was wearing a white collar shirt and a dark jacket, just like when you first met him.

"Hello, [Your Name]" started using your name again. You weren't sure he could be so familiar with you - yes, he helped you, but he was still a dangerous criminal. Besides, even your new friends only used your last name. "We're friends, aren't we?"

You nodded insecurely not knowing where this conversation was leading.

"Friends help each other, don't they?" he said to you like a child. "I've already helped you, so it would be fair for you to help me now."

"What do you want?" you asked, feeling that you could not contradict him. If someone had looked at you they would have thought it was a normal conversation between an older and younger person, but you felt an unspoken pressure standing in front of him.

"Oh, it's nothing" he assured.

However, these were just empty words.

—— —— ——

He asked you to come to the hospital and pick up shipments for him - the people they were to go to were to report to you themselves.

The packages were given to you by the same guy who yelled at you the first time you came here. The short, bald doctor seemed unavailable and very loyal to AFO. He looked at you with contempt - like you were a bug roaming his hospital.

At first the doctor led you there himself not wanting you to beat something, but then when he saw that you were very careful, he told you to come and get it by yourself. He thought you knew the way and didn't need you to distract him. At the same time he had to keep up the appearances of working at the hospital and still work on his masterpiece, which made his time very valuable.

No big deal, right?

No.

You liked it the most when Giran came for orders - it was good to see a safe and familiar face, but sometimes a stranger came during the day, more often at night and even when you weren't home.

One day you called him (he gave you the phone and was your only saved contact) when you discovered that the packages with vials of transparent liquid were gone. The house was devastated - the lockers were opened and the clothes, along with other things inside them were thrown on the floor. You tread carefully on the glass of broken plates and glasses even though you were still wearing your shoes. Your few savings were also taken away.

"Oh, it's nothing. Don't worry."

He said it as if you just lost your gloves or umbrella, not something dangerous. Perhaps the mysterious liquid was even poison or other toxins... You didn't know what it was and you felt guilty - you've since started locking your doors.

And speaking of umbrellas...

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"Oi! [Last Name]!" someone shouted behind you, but because of the falling rain, you couldn't be sure if it was definitely you someone was calling out.

The rain was pouring so hard that you could only see things in front of you at arm's length. The wind blew your clothes and you forgot to check the weather on the radio last night. Unfortunately, your bus home had also run away a while ago, and by the time the other one arrived, you would have been dry at home long ago. Your jacket is completely wet like your hair - you hope you don't catch a cold. You weren't sure if your face was just wet from the rain or if the snot was starting to run down your nose.

"[Last Name], wait!"

When you turned around, you saw a tall but skinny figure running towards you. That would have to be Hitoshi. He held a black umbrella in front of him as a shield to protect himself from rain and strong winds.

"Let's go together" he said when he finally reached you. Up close you could see how red his face was from fighting the elements of nature, and you could hear his heavy breathing piercing through the sound of rain hitting various things. "It's better together, and I have cover."

He held an umbrella in both hands carrying it over you. Raindrops hit the fabric rhythmically and dripped from you and your hair as well as his clothes - you both fit right in, and he seemed really cute to you with those happy bright eyes - like a puppy.

"Why are you running away so fast today?" he asked after catching his breath. His flushed face (though still carrying childlike features on it) was handsome.

"I have a few things to take care of."

You didn't lie. All For One texted you that another person was coming to pick up the package today (this one was waiting probably two weeks) and you didn't want to have your door blown off or mess with someone like him.

"Can I come to you?"

"No, it's not possible today."

You said this with sadness and heartache. Especially when you saw his enthusiasm wane a little. As if he came to his senses, he glowed up again and said contentedly.

"It's nothing. After all, tomorrow is also the day."

Not today, not tomorrow, not anytime soon - AFO used to show up at your house unannounced to inspect you do or give you another task to. Usually these were simple 'requests' like: 'don't go anywhere after work' or 'avoid this or that person'.

One of them was Hitoshi.

—— —— ——

You broke up under your house. He led you to the door of the building and waved goodbye as he walked away with a warm smile that could chase away all those clouds.

"Tadaima?"

You started out wanting to see if you were alone today.

"Okarinasai" replied as always from inside the house, creating the appearance of a homely atmosphere.He was sitting in the chair as usual, but this time he was without a jacket. Although it was a small change in your head, it lit up like a big red flag signifying danger.

Did you do something wrong? You didn't lose his stuff again, so what's the deal? Did he see you with Hitoshi? He couldn't have been mad about it, because compared to your previous mistake, it's nothing... Right?

"Welcome home, [Your Name]" he said with a smile, but it seemed artificial to you. He wasn't as warm as Hitoshi.

"Something wrong?"

"Why don't you tell me? Why are you ignoring my warnings?"

"I-I didn't do anything wrong."

He made you feel helpless like a child - making you cry, and your throat clenched in terror. You began to tremble (no longer from the cold) and you felt how you could have peed immediately from the tension. The whole scene was just like a father chastising his offspring, but it was saturated with tension and the threat of death - you just don't know whose.

"[Your Name] we're friends, right? You know I'm doing all this for you because I care about you."No, that wasn't true.

That's not what caring looked like - you were hated by society for things beyond your control, but you had people who loved you and cared for you. Your parents trying to stop the villagers from trespassing on your house and Obaasan - they cared about you. What he was doing was...

"[Your Name]?"

"Yes?!"

You shouted surprised. You were too lost in thought and were afraid that if not for your previous disobedience, you would now surely pay for it with your life.

"I just want to keep you safe, but there's something I can't do" he said, getting up from the couch.

All your instincts were telling you to run, but your legs stayed still in terror. You felt your pulse raging and your breathing getting heavier suffocating you.

He reached out to you and you lowered your head with a squeak, waiting for the punishment. However, when it was again on your wet hair stroking you nothing bad happened. He only whispered a few words in your ear, as if someone could overhear you in the small apartment. But your heart stopped at that moment.

"I can't do everything for you. Only what you have to do to be safe is..."

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You were currently standing outside a white house in a charming neighborhood. It was late at night that same afternoon when you were visited by the AFO with a new task to ensure your safety.

Are you sure isolation from everyone is good? Aren't you going back to the beginning you wanted to escape from?

In your hand, hidden in your pocket, was a small kitchen knife, which you usually use to peel fruits and vegetables. He was weighing you down like he was a weight from the gym. He was supposed to help you fulfill the All For One whim your quest.

You were at Hitoshi's house. Besides him, his parents and younger siblings should be in the house, so if they get in your way, you have to kill them - AFO said.

"He works for the secret police. He want to be close to you to get me. He doesn't care about you and I know he wants to hurt you."

His words echoed in your head silencing your voice of reason and creating confusion in your head, but what gave you the most trouble were only two his words.

"Kill him."

He gave the order, so you were standing under Hitoshi block ready.

"Kill him."

The order displaced all your thoughts and feelings replacing them with only...

"Kill him."

Your hands shook and your legs wobbled as you approached the gate of their garden. Your breathing has become uneven again, threatening either a panic attack or a burst of crying.

"KILL HIM."

The two short words effectively pushed out images of the smiling people you had dinner with so many times and the memories created in that house, even though you didn't belong there at all.

"KILL HIM!"

You wanted to feel nothing when the key he once gave you so you could come to him anytime burned you like fire and you dropped it on the sidewalk below you.

"KILL HIM!"

Why?

Why are you standing here wanting to commit the worst possible act to the people who took you in like a family member?

You felt your heart flutter with terror - you didn't know whether you were afraid of All For One's punishment after failing to complete the task or of what you were about to do with such ease.

Before the criminal's words took hold of you again, you ran home, locked it on all the triggers and throwing the key somewhere in a corner.

You were also afraid to look at the flashing phone screen.

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"What happened?"

He asked you the next day when he came to see you. Tired of crying all night you went to the kitchen to drink tap water when suddenly he spoke from the living room sitting in an armchair, where he always was.

"Master!"

You screamed. You didn't know if it was a scream of surprise or horror. You automatically fell to your knees, bowing your head down, hoping that showing respect would save you from punishment.

But you locked the door this time, didn't you?

"What happened, [Your Name]?" he asked with a false concern in his voice. "Is the task too much for you?"

Not knowing what to say, you looked down and nodded. You didn't dare look at him.

"Don't worry, nothing's happened."

Without knowing when he was next to you and combing his fingers through your hair. You thought you could pretend it was your Obaasan so that you could calm down, but you couldn't - the patting on your head had already started to feel just like him.

"I won't make you try again, but instead you are to perform another task for me."

"Yes!"

You felt like a dog at the moment, but you would do anything to get on his good side again. You didn't know if it was malice of fate or some ploy of his, but lately you often hear about his numerous attacks on heroes.

He even managed to kill Nana Shimura.

"I want you to take care of Tomura."

Finally, you lifted your head slightly to see at the other end of the room a skinny boy. He could've been five, at most. He wore black clothes with red sneakers and white gloves, and he was covered with fake (are you sure about that?) hands holding him in different parts of his body - through one of them you couldn't see his face, but you could see the grey curls clearly.

"He's very close to me, just like you. I want you to take good care of him. You have a lot in common."

You didn't know what that meant and probably didn't really want to find out.

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You've never taken care of a child before, but with AFO, your role as a babysitter has been reduced to only making sure Shigaraki doesn't hurt himself.

The Master brought (or rather left at night) the necessary things for the boy. Clothes, all kinds of snacks and treats and even consoles game.

You never had one, and your phone still remained a mystery to you - you couldn't add a contact by yourself or type anything on the keyboard. All you could do was read and call All For One.

And now to Dr. Ujiko in case Tomura gets sick.

You sighed as you got ready for work. The gray-haired boy was sitting at the console in the living room and playing all morning - he hasn't even touched the jam sandwiches you made him.

You wanted to let him know you were leaving, but how are you supposed to call him - Shigaraki or Tomura?

You coughed trying to get a five-year-old's attention to yourself. Nothing.

"I'm leaving, I'll be gone late this afternoon."

The boy didn't budge.

"Bye, Shigaraki."

The boy finally turned his head towards you, scratching his neck. His hands were again covered in white gloves - from what All For One said it was because of his quirk.

Just like yours it was his curse.

His red eye appearing between his grey fingers looked at you and you weren't sure if he was bored or irritated.

You finally got out - the boy seemed as dangerous as his mentor.

And that's your current routine.

You'd get up, you'd make breakfast and something for the kid, you'd go out to work and you'd pretend to be a shadow so you wouldn't talk to anyone, and then you'd come home and make dinner.

The only plus was you didn't have to pick up All For One packages from the hospital anymore and no stranger ever bothered you again.

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After another week, after your 'tadaima' again, you heard the answer of a voice that you would rather avoid.

"Do you know why I came today?"

You didn't know - the boy was eating, didn't he? What else does he need?

As if he reading your mind, he immediately answered himself.

"You still go to work and leave Tomura alone. Why?"

"B-because I have to pay... the bills and..."

"Your only job now is to look after my future successor. I can feed you and pay your bills."

"I don't know if I can..."

"Are you questioning my orders?"

He asked deceitfully. You're treading on an already fine line again.

"No."

"So tomorrow you'll stay home all day with Tomura, right?"

"Yes, Master."

"Excellent," he said, happy as always.

Too bad things weren't so easy for you.

—— —— ——

To let them know you quit your job, you had to either call or go there in person and file your notice. Or you could stay home and wait for them to fire you for not showing up at work, but there was a risk that someone might come to you and check on you.

The first option is out because you can't use the phone and you don't even know the number of the boss. And the last one, well...

So you have to go...

"Ym, Shigaraki" you started kneeling in front of the boy and folding his hands on his thighs wearing light blue jeans. "Do you want to go for a walk?"

A five-year-old boy interrupted the game and turned his head towards you with his hand attached to his face. He gave you the creeps.

"No."

"Come on, it'll be fun. Why don't we go visit a few places and then go get some ice cream? What do you say?"

The boy thought for a moment before getting up and putting the console in front of him on the table. You took him by the hand (noticing how he twitched on contact) and dragged him to the room to change.

You've never taken care of children, but you know he can't go out in his pajamas. Luckily in his room (you gave him your bedroom to stay away from him at night and moved to the sofa to keep Obaasan's bedroom empty and closed) he had more than enough clothes for himself to wear. He probably had more than you.

A few minutes later, you were walking the streets of the city together. Because of the autumn weather, you decided to put on him a thick hoodie and a red raincoat, thanks to which he could hide his hands attached to him. He only agreed to take this one off his face, but he still kept it in his pocket.

You felt him squeeze your hand harder sometimes, when he looking nervously around the neighborhood as you passed people.

You prefer not to touch him (he reminded you of a rat pulled out of the canal with all those wounds on his skin that he probably made by himself and his already greasy hair - since he's probably never bathed at your place), but with that lost, insecure and distracted look, he reminded you of you from earlier years when Obaasan took you under her wing.

"Far yet?" He asked while you were waiting for the lights across the street to turn green to let you two go. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his free hand slowly rise to scratch the already irritated skin again.

You also saw the looks other people threw your way when you passed them - full of curiosity and disgust when their gaze landed on the boy. They looked at him as if he were a monkey in a zoo, and it was slowly starting to annoy you.

He saw it too, and either then tilted his head to avoid seeing them, or he turned to you and hid in your jacket.

"A little more." You sent a killer look to the old man standing next to you to finally stop staring at Shigaraki.

He understood the hint and looked away ashamed. When the lights finally changed, you pulled the boy, wanting to get it all behind you - unfortunately he had to run after you to keep up.

You've felt sweat pouring down your back, causing you to chill and breathe harder and harder - you're afraid of what AFO will do when he finds out you've disobeyed his orders again.

Why is this happening to you?

—— —— ——

On the spot, the first people you met were Ren Yamaguchi and the old woman Hiroto Watanabe. One was standing at the cash register and the other, out of lack of work, approached her to talk - as soon as they saw you they both became animated.

"Ohayō gozaimasu, [Last Name]! You were a little late, but don't worry. We managed and covered for you from the boss" said the younger one and the older one gave two thumbs up with a smile.

"Thank you, senpai" you bowed low to both with respect. Shigaraki was standing next to you, not knowing exactly how to behave. "But unfortunately it seems unnecessary to me. I'm quitting."

"What? Why?" they asked surprised.

"Family matters. I have to go away for a while."

You were sorry to have to lie to women, but if you wanted to protect yourself (and their lives), you had to.

"Try talking to Kiyoshi, I'm sure something can be done."

"Unfortunately, no. Now I'm sorry."

You dragged the boy with you again to get away from the women. They asked too many questions and were too nice - you didn't want to cry in front of them all of a sudden.

Slowly it began to occur to you how piece by piece you were losing your current life. It certainly wasn't the best according to most (you still had to work hard to pay the bills or struggle with All For One), but it was definitely enjoyable. You finally had friends, and now you had to cut yourself off from them wanting to protect not only yourself but them as well. What hurt the most, however, was that you had to do it by yourself - it wasn't the AFO, who bullied them into moving away from you, but you.

At the door of your manager's office, hidden from the gaze of others, you took a deep breath to calm yourself down and wiped your eyes for reassurance. You leaned over to the boy (whom you had almost forgotten about) before you went inside.

"Shigaraki, wait here for me. I'll be right back."

Without waiting for his answer, you let go of his hand (not paying attention to how his grip on you suddenly tightened or his panicked look) and disappeared behind a wooden door.

Sho Kiyoshi (because that was the full name of your manager) was sitting at his desk and looked up surprised when he heard the sound of the door opening.

"I apologize for the intrusion."

You began in a calm tone bowing again.

"Oh, Ohayō gozaimasu, [Your Name]. I wasn't expecting you now. Is something wrong?"

"Yes, I came to give notice."

You didn't raise your head or your eyes. You didn't want to look him in the eye right now, feeling guilty for some reason and trying to hide in any way. And you weren't sure your face wouldn't reveal your true emotions.

"Why? Is something wrong?"

He was as surprised as two women. He thought you liked it here although he couldn't offer you much - it was unfortunately a small shop compared to many supermarkets.

"Family matters. I have to leave."

You decided to tell him the same lie as before. You thought it would be easiest.

"Then maybe I could arrange a vacation for you? Unfortunately it wouldn't be paid, but you could come back afterwards. How much do you need? Two weeks, three?"

His kindness made it all worse for you. He didn't know he was only hurting you worse.

"I'm afraid I'll never come back here again."

"Oh, I get it. Then there's nothing I can do to stop you."

The man got up from his desk and approached you with an outstretched hand. Tentatively, you handed him yours, which he closed immediately in the embrace of his two.

"It was a pleasure working with you. I hope everything will work out and we will meet again someday."

Probably seeing your face (showing that you were on the verge of crying) he hugged you, stroking your back soothingly. Whispering quietly words of comfort.

"Shhh, it's okay. Everything's gonna be okay."

He said, and you really wanted to believe it, but you knew otherwise. If you don't run away, you'll be tied to All For One for the rest of your life, until he get bored of you.

You finally cracked up being tired of all this and having enough - AFO for constantly scaring you and giving you the mixed messages, getting more and more control over you and lying to your friends. The constant pressure and fear for your life. You have to do something, or you won't be able to stand it. You have to.

"Well, don't cry anymore." He patted your shoulders in a friendly manner while moving away from you and using his quirk. He was able to make a person calm down immediately. "Because right away those two gossipers will see you and won't give you any peace."

You smiled at him while wiping away tears. The man walked over to the desk and pulled out a package of tissues from a drawer.

"Here." He handed them to you. "Maybe we'll meet the whole band one last time before you leave, what do you say? I'm sure Hitoshi would like to say goodbye to you."

As much as you wanted to nod and agree, you knew you couldn't. The sooner you ended it the better. The mere mention of a boy made you want to cry all over again.

"I-I can't do it. I'm sorry."

"Relax, if you ever want to come back, remember we are open to you."

He said without realizing it would never happen.

Suddenly something banged behind the door, made a choking sound, and the two of you quickly jumped out together to see what was going on. There you saw Shigaraki standing in the middle of the store with a frightened face and a guilty expression.

Asked Kiyoshi as he saw red blood on the floor and for a bit on the child's clothes. You, however, were too scared to notice it.

In response, the five-year-old only began to hyperventilate worse. Through his wide-open mouth he was catching air like a fish pulled out of water and through his clothes you could see his chest rise and fall with each inhalation.

"This is my cousin! He came to see me for a while!"

You said quickly standing between your former boss and Shigaraki. You felt that you stepped into something, but didn't pay much attention to it. Kiyoshi raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Suddenly you're in a cold sweat. You panicked and screwed up. Feeling worse and worse, you grabbed Shigaraki by the wrist (you didn’t even notice the lack of a white glove) and pulled it out of the shops running to the nearest bus stop. On the way out, all you had time to do was apologize and say goodbye to everyone.

You didn't know you left the manager all alone in the store.

—— —— ——

The way home by bus was quiet. Shigaraki looked at his shoes, and you looked through the big window at the buildings outside. You both managed to forget about the ice cream and wanted to get back as soon as possible.

Nothing more happened - just under the block you met your neighbor. The old lady was just going for a walk, supported by a wooden cane.

"Ohayō gozaimasu" she said to you when you almost managed to pass her without a word.

Already really tired and fed up with everything, you exuded the last expression of politeness you could afford. All you thought about was to go to your futon (correction, Shigaraki occupied your room) couch as soon as possible and lie down.

"Ohayō gozaimasu."

"Are you in a hurry, [Last Name]? Could you help me do the shopping?"

"I can't."

The woman blinked surprised at your dryness. Immediately her eyes dropped down on Shigaraki, who was standing sideways to her - from the position he was standing with his head bowed again she couldn't see his face or his dirty clothes, but the gray strands of hair sticking out from under his red hood she did.

"Why? And who is this young man."

"A friend's son. He had to do something important in the city and I'm supposed to take care of him."

"Ah, I see."

You saw that she was lying and she saw that you didn't want to talk and you weren't in the mood.

"It reminds me of something" she thought, looking away. "Some time ago, maybe up to two weeks ago, maybe a little less I met a boy. The poor man was barefoot and neglected. He wandered the streets alone. I'm sure he ran away from some bad house. I hope some hero took care of him."

Shigaraki sighed at her confession and opened his eyes wider, but none of you could see it. She was walking away and you were heading up the stairs to the apartment.

—— —— ——

The apartment was empty. No one answered you when you came in, for which you were grateful. Feeling relieved (and a semblance of security) you put your jacket on the hanger near the exit door and kicked your shoes under it. When they hit the wall, grey dust fell from them, but they left no red mark - the liquid had already dried and smeared mostly on the pavement.

But it was only then that you saw blood stains on the boy's clothes - the biggest stain merged with the redness of his coat and a few drops landed on his shoes, but only those on his pants were the most visible.

"What happened to you!" you shouted, grabbing him by the shoulders and looking at him from all sides.

"Nothing."

He answered cloudy and looked away from you.

"You have to tell me! Are you hurt? Are you in pain?"

You didn't give up knowing that your life depended on his condition. Besides, you really cared about him - that was a lot of blood.

You grabbed his skinny face and directed it at you telling him to look at you. Your hands were warm, soft and nice to him - making him slightly red in the face.

"Shigaraki Tomura, you have to tell me what's wrong."

That's the first time you used his full new name. He felt more and more strange and didn't know how to respond to your concern - so far the only person who showed him such an interest was his Sensei.

Finally looking at you with slightly bloodied eyes and scratching his hand without a glove around his neck, he answered.

"It's not mine."

He thought you'd get scared or yell at him, but all you did was sigh with relief and give him a little hug.

"Yokatta!"

You shouted happy that he was really okay - you were so happy that you didn't even think who the blood might belong to.

Before the boy could snuggle into your warmth and enjoy it, you walked away from him still with a big smile on your face.

"Come wash up now."

—— —— ——

Shigaraki sat naked on a low stool in the bathroom waiting for you to wash him. He held tightly clamped legs and additionally covered his crotch with both hands. Ashamed, he didn't even look up when you walked in.

Seeing the clearly outlined spine on the boy's back and ribs, you were seriously worried. If you wanted, you could easily count all his bones covered by his delicate pale skin.

The wound on the side of his neck over his shoulder was also starting to look bad.

You took one of your lotions and shampoos to bathe him - until now you didn't think to buy something typically male, but at least he will smell nice, right?

"Then I'll make something to eat. What do you think?" you asked, undressing behind him and putting clothes in the washing machine. Luckily, you dressed in similar colors and you didn't have to worry that the clothes will be dyed or doing laundry several times. "Or no, we'll order something takeaway. Let's go crazy."

You were hoping to lighten the mood a little or get any reaction from the boy. Unfortunately, none of that happened.

To make him feel more comfortable, you put on a robe - you didn't mind if it got wet.

You sat behind him and started washing him. The only thing that broke the silence was the sound of the washing machine working and the noise of pouring water. Every once in a while, you'd say something to him by scrubbing him with a sponge, but he never answered you. The only time he reacted to anything was when you accidentally poured warm water on his wound.

Then you let him soak you in the bathtub for a while and then you went back to his room and got some more clothes.

"Shigaraki! Pizza sounds good?" you asked from his room, finally deciding to take out new pajamas for him - and you two weren't going anywhere.

Coming out of the room, you almost had a heart attack seeing All For One in your the living room and you almost dropped the boy's clothes on the floor. He was sitting in your chair again with a big smile on his face.

"Master! What brings you here?"

You felt your legs tremble and a shiver run down your spine. Why is he here? Is it because you decided to leave the house?

"I just wanted to commend you for making a right decision. I believe it will only get better, and I'm glad you're getting along with my successor."

"Yes!"

You just confirmed without knowing what more you could say. In addition to the usual fear associated with any his visit, you also felt the embarrassment by meeting him when you were wearing only a bathrobe, which further almost dissolved when you jumped by surprise.

"E-excuse me, but I have to go and finish Shigaraki's bath."

You bowed quickly to the criminal and ran to the bathroom. The boy was staring at you from the bathtub this time with those red eyes that look like blood.

You slowly dressed him and let him go so you could wash yourself. You didn't want to face the AFO yet - all you wanted was peace and quiet.

You don't know how much time you spent bathing and soaking in the small bathtub - a five-year-old could easily straighten his legs in it, but you had to bend them slightly because they were too long. Unfortunately, you couldn't fully relax through the knowledge of who was waiting for you behind the wall.

His arrival brought with it black, dark thoughts about your future, your desire to escape and - reminding yourself of this important detail - to whom the blood from earlier may have belonged. Is it because of his quirk? As the successor of a terrifying criminal, he must have had a terrifying individuality. And could the child have hurt someone? Maybe it wasn't human blood at all - perhaps it was a rat that attacked him?

You tried to justify the appearance of blood by coming up with less and less likely scenarios.

You were even ready to believe that a pest had suddenly appeared in the store where you worked (although you had never seen any there yourself), and you didn't allow yourself to think that it was too much blood even for a really large rat.

Because, after all, he's just a child, right? Who could he hurt?

You left when the water finally started to get cold, and while you were getting dressed someone knocked on the bathroom door.

"Who's there?"

"Pizza."

Shigaraki reminded you from behind the door. To death you forgot about it and with the reminder also came the hunger sucking at your stomach.

You could have ordered it before the bath as you had planned, but the AFO distracted you. You cursed yourself in your mind and the criminal while hoping at the same time that he doesn't have a quirk so he can read in them. From what you guessed after today your mind is your only private place, where his eyes or hands cannot reach you.

Soon after, you unlocked the bathroom door (you knew it wouldn't stop him but you wanted some form of protection) and went out into the hallway. You're wearing an old Hitoshi blouse, which he left one's of your movie night and long pajama pants.

The blouse wasn't as big as a bag on you, but it wasn't tight either and it was comfortable. Sometimes you think you can still smell his scent on it despite washing it.

Preparing yourself mentally to meet the older man, you left the bathroom and were pleasantly surprised to discover that he had disappeared. Not the slightest trace of his presence was left behind.

You couldn't think about it for long, however, because someone started banging on the door. Tentatively, you went up there thinking that maybe it was someone to get the vials of liquid (although no one had been coming or bringing them you never know).

But you couldn't think about it for long, because someone started banging on the door. Insecurely you approached there thinking that maybe it was someone for vials with transparent liquid (although for some time no one came or you didn't bring them for a while, but you never know).

Once again, you asked who was there and got the same answer as before from the boy.

When you opened the supplier on the other side (definitely tired from waiting) handed you two large cardboard packages (practically shoving them at you) and walked away whimpering under his breath. He didn't wait for payment.

"What just happened?"

You asked the boy sitting on the couch playing the console still standing in the doorway surprised.

"Sensei bought us pizza" he said casually as if it was a trifle without even looking away from the game. You didn't know how he could be so comfortable around him.

Closing the door with your foot you went to the living room putting the packages on a small table - they barely fit on it. When you opened it, the warmth and delicious smell hit you in the face, making your saliva work harder and your stomach demand food louder.

Shigaraki sat on the floor with you so he could comfortably reach for fast food, and you let yourself drift away. You were wondering what your life would be like now.

—— —— ——

You've only eaten one package - All For One probably ordered the largest sizes you could choose from.

The pizza was tasty - the cheese stretched after the bite, the sauce slightly spicy and the cake on the edges thick and crispy. After eating you felt nice, pleasant and full, and the perfect end of the afternoon (it was barely one o'clock) would be a short nap.

Shigaraki, meanwhile, didn't look like he was going to bed - his eyes were bloodied and he had bags of sleeplessness under them, but he stubbornly kept his eyes open while playing.

Looking at him, you smiled slightly and combed through his still slightly damp hair - you should have dried it, but you had no strength. He shuddered slightly at the unexpected contact and looked at you for a moment insecure before quickly returning to the game. The sounds and music from the device have been breaking the silence between you since the laundry ended.

Despite its ugliness, it didn't reject you like it did in the beginning.

"Hey, Tomura-kun" you said softly as you combed the back of his head and swept one of the stray strands behind his ear. "I'll go to sleep for a moment. Okay?"

He looked at you one more time before he got up and went to his room closing the door behind him. You decided to put a second pizza in the fridge to heat it up later and hang the laundry on the radiator.

Then you pulled a blanket out of the closet and covered yourself with it by putting your head on the old headboard of the couch. If your Obaasan saw you, she'd probably yell at you - she took great care of her furniture, and although it was certainly much older than you, it looked like it was from a store.

And with the pleasant memory of the old woman, you fell asleep with a smile on your face.

—— —— ——

You got up as the sun outside the window was beginning to set turning the sky orange-red. Shigaraki sat on the hairy carpet at your feet with a muted game while leaning against the couch.

You sat up rubbing your eyes from the remnants of sleep and asked him what time it was. It was after four o'clock and you had slept for about four hours. You were also unusually more refreshed than usual.

The boy looked at you as you stretched out and moved into the kitchen. Honestly, you don't know why - usually around this time you'd leave work, maybe you could hang out with Hitoshi or go to a cute coffee shop near the store with Ren.

So what were you supposed to do all day?

—— —— ——

For the next 20 minutes, you were just wandering around the apartment looking for something to do - you ended up just collecting dry clothes and putting another laundry. From now on, All For One was paying your bills.

Out of the absence of classes, you decided to read - you read all your books, but you liked to go back to them. Maybe you could get yourself a new one soon?

You were beginning to get slowly caught up in the action when you were interrupted by another knock on the door.

Who this time? You thought about putting the book on the table. Before you opened it, you checked if you could see the boy from the passage (who again decided to attach all his hands to himself).

When you unlocked the door, you saw your former boss - Kiyoshi was standing there looking to the side, not sure if he was right. As soon as he saw you, his insecure appearance didn't leave him, and you might even say he only got worse.

"Konbanwa" you said meekly without knowing why he's here or what his visit might bring.

"How are you? You didn't look so good in the store and when you ran out..."

"Okay, thank you for asking."

"And the boy? That blood looked really bad."

"Oh, it's nothing. It's just his quirk" you assured him with a smile on his face. Your nerves made you feel all the muscles in your body tense. "He produces too much blood and sometimes this happens. It looks terrible but really nothing happens to him."

"Ah, you should have said so right away! I'm sorry, but I got scared and I call the police. On top of that, both, Yamaguchi and Watanabe are missing and I can't reach them, so I've been thinking about terrible scenarios."

He scratched the back of his head not knowing you were moments away from having a heart attack.

"They took samples for testing and told me to close the store for a few days so they could thoroughly survey the area."

The fact that you didn't faint is probably due to goodwill. You literally felt the blood coming out of your face with life.

"But I think I can tell them it's a misunderstanding." He laughed and you laughed with him to mask your anxiety and stress.

"Haha-ah, what brings you here?"

"I wanted to give you your paycheck, as if you hadn't worked a little this month. And give it back."

He handed you an envelope of yen bills in two hands and a white little glove. Making sure your hand didn't shake too much, you took it and thanked him for his kindness.

"While you're still here, maybe you'll find time to see us one last time?"

He asked hopefully in a voice. An older man took the whole team several times after work to drink together at a nearby bar, where you talked and laughed.

Hiroto Watanabe never drank too much, symbolically raising only one glass of saske before the end of the meeting. Ren and you barely drank one large pint of beer to eat, which was usually fast food or sushi, and Hitoshi and Kiyoshi drank to death - ending only when one of them vomited in the toilet or fell asleep (usually a younger man). Always after nights like this, a boy would come to you and sleep on your couch so his parents wouldn't know about his antics. The other two women often teased him because of his young appearance and threatened to complain to his family, even though they were only jokes. There were also some night workers with you, but you didn't remember them because of the alcohol.

With a severe heartache, you turned him down again.

After closing the door, you returned to your seat where Shigaraki sat next to you and continued to play the console while scratching his neck. During your brief conversation with your former boss he had managed to smash a wound on it from which blood was oozing, but he didn't seem to notice it.

The game was definitely not going well for him - you guessed that he was listening the whole time and was as nervous about it as you were. You pulled a bandage from the kitchen and tried to bandage him up before he stained everything around him or bled out.

"Why are you doing this?" you asked when you finished. Between the gray fingers of the man's hand, you saw him looking bored to the side avoiding your gaze. You also saw dry patches under his eyes indicating serious skin problems.

"Sensei said it's because of my quirk, I get itchy when I want to destroy."

He replied calmly for a five-year-old showing a constant urge for destruction. All in all, you never asked him about his individuality either.

"It's decay, everything I touch with my five fingers decay until only dust remains."

'Just like yours it was his curse.'

You were reminded of AFO's words, and slowly you also began to see more and more similarities between the two of you. You were just hoping that, contrary to your guesses, he had nothing to do with the disappearance of two employees.

You nodded with understanding, remembering to watch his hands. You also gave him the glove, but he didn't put it on.

It was the moment when he began to get used to living without them as he had ordered after the Sensei's visit today.

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You thought yesterday was hard, but the worst was yet to come. When you got up and started making breakfast for both of you, you heard the door open - Tomura came in barefoot, but already dressed in pajamas and plain clothes. Again, he also had numerous cold hands attached to his body, which looked less and less like artificial.

"Where have you been?"

You were surprised. You thought after yesterday's trip he wouldn't want to go anywhere, anymore and even less alone. The boy didn't seem to be in his typical mood, that is, bored and annoyed - you couldn't see his face through the big hand, but you could tell by his posture and his movements. Instead, he was exceptionally... Calm? Relaxed? Maybe even happy, however, you didn't know from what.

Even though you had bad feelings in the back of your head you decided to ignore them to give Tomura a chance - you probably didn't evoke better feelings in Obaasan to begin with - just because he was the successor of All For One doesn't mean he's bad, does it?

"I solved a problem."

He said as if what he did was nothing - as if he hadn't murdered again. Unfortunately, you were unaware of AFO's influence on the child and how much he had corrupt him with his beliefs in the short time he was in his care. You couldn't protect him from All For One anymore, but how could you know?

"Oh, I guess that's good."

For the rest of the day, Shigaraki's mood didn't change. He was even so pleased that he tried to teach you how to chase a few of his games, but with little success. You couldn’t remember many complicated commands in a short time, or you didn’t have a special talent for gaming, as it turned out. He didn't seem interested in your books, he made it clear that he prefers manga.

So it turned out that you both did what you liked most by sitting in the same room. The silence between you was interrupted by the radio with playing music interspersed with commercials and quick news of the day and the sound of the boy's games. It was even nice if it wasn't for the fact that you felt weirdly out of work most of the day.

Read through the pages of the book and absorbed by the events of the last few days, you forgot what day it was, which led you to another painful confrontation that you could have avoided.

Your calm was suddenly interrupted by the sound of the door opening. Your first thought was the Symbol of Evil (as the media have been saying on All For One for some time) itself comes again, but you never heard him use a door.

Who else could have come to you?

Ren and Hiroto (if they are all right) should now work the morning shift just like Kiyoshi (who already had no reason to show up to you again) and Hitoshi had three more days of sick leave because he had a cold.

So again, who else could have come to you?

—— —— ——

As usual, fate wasn't on your side and the mystery guest turned out to be your younger friend and his sister. They were both holding shopping bags.

"Ohayō, [Last Name]!" a hoarse boy greeted you through a white sanitary mask. When he lowered it you saw a slight blush on his cheeks and a red nose, which he sniffle sometimes.

His younger sister looked surprised at Shigaraki sitting next to you and he looked at her. Surprised by the visit of two friends, you didn't see the look he gave them - it was wild and angry, as if someone had taken his property or trespassed on his territory - like an animal.

"What are you doing here?"

You asked surprised and at the same time increasingly concerned. They shouldn't be here, because if the AFO finds out it will be bad - even worse than bad.

"We haven't had a chance to meet for a long time so we decided to surprise you. Well, and Yuki missed you."

He said with a lovely smile. Normally, looking at him would bring you peace and a slight flutter of heart, but now you could feel only like your panic getting worse.

"Why?"

You didn't understand. You've been doing everything you can lately just to discourage him from you and he still wanted to be there for you...

Before you could speak again (though you weren't sure what to say to them) the girl came out in front of her brother and spoke. Her whole attitude expressed anger - dark eyebrows pulled close together, stiff gait and raised voice, but her eyes expressed sadness and pain.

"Today is Thursday, our day of cooking and anime. Why didn't you come last time?"

"I've been busy."

"Don't lie. I saw you standing under our house," she hissed through her teeth, clearly offended at your lie and clenched the strong handle on the bags until white crescent moons from well-groomed fingernails became on her hands. She was on her way back from a friend's house when she saw you. She called you from afar, but you didn't hear, and soon after you ran away in panic.

She didn't understand you. Did her brother upset you? Did he make you not want to know her too?

She didn't understand you, so she directed her anger and frustration at the people around her - it hit Hitoshi the hardest, who, like her, was hurt by the sudden distance you created.

And in addition, seeing you with that weird boy made her jealous, even though she knew she shouldn't. He may have been a member of your family, but her feelings didn't care about common sense. You were like the big sister she always wanted (it was hard to be the youngest of the four siblings and the only girl) and now she felt betrayed.

"You shouldn't come here."

You said so quietly that they could barely hear you.

"What?"

"You shouldn't be here! You can't be here! Get out of here! Get out now!"

You screamed in panic, getting up suddenly from the couch and trying to push them both out the front door. You were scared, you were terrified, but not for yourself this time.

Increasingly, there was talk of numerous murders committed by AFO - regardless of age, whether the victim was a child or an adult. During his fight with Nana Shimura, many civilians who were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and he treated it all as a game. A game to kill boredom.

Besides, he already told you to kill them all once before.

"Oi, oi, [Last Name]" Hitoshi said to you trying to calm you down. He grabbed both your wrists and tried to lift your arms, but it was hard when you were struggling. "What's going on?"

"You have to get out of here right now! Get out! Get out!"

You screamed like crazy knowing that All For One was watching. He was always watching and always knew what you were doing.

"[Last Name]! What's going on? Calm down!"

"No! No! No!"

They had to leave, now. Especially when you saw out of the corner of your eye Tomura rise from the couch and sensed a terrifying murderous urge from him.

You tried to push them through the hallway while shielding them with your body from Tomura and finally managed to push them out of the apartment barely keeping them out of reach of the boy's murderous hands. You don't know how and when you opened the door - everything happened so quickly and under the influence of many strong emotions.

After that, you locked the door and fell on the wooden floor, panting heavily and crying. You were in pain from that crazy struggle, but the worst pain was in your heart.

You sat there for while weeping and wiping thick tears from your face as Shigaraki stood over you. Part of his hands fell off, including the one on his face, so you could see his devastated face and red eyes looking at you with displeasure and anger (and maybe a little disappointment too) as he scratched his neck nervously.

"Why did you do that?"

He couldn't understand why you wouldn't let him kill them. Sensei told him he could destroy everything that annoys him, so why did you interrupt him? He saw the look on your face that they upset you too.

He's already got rid of the people who treat him like a dog when he wandered the streets alone. He got rid of an old woman this morning who didn't help him then disgusted by his appearance. And even two store employees who wanted to eavesdrop on your conversation with the boss and annoyed him (although he did it accidentally).

They were all just insignificant NPCs, minor characters - just like the ones who came here just now. Why do you care about their fate?

—— —— ——

"Something's wrong" the short girl said to her brother.

The Itō siblings walked side by side in silence, looking gloomily ahead. They were planning to surprise you thinking you were still at work - they didn't expect to find you at home and in company. They heard from you that your grandmother raised you, but they never heard you mention other family members. Even more looking so unusual - gray hands held the child in various places such as arms, shoulders, neck or head. They looked really realistic, but they thought it was just cosplay.

"I know."

They walked another few steps before Yuki suddenly spoke again.

"What do we do?"

"I don't know."

"But we're going to do something, right?"

Only silence answered her. She looked at her brother, hoping to somehow force him to answer, but seeing how stubbornly he looked ahead wanting to avoid her eyes and the uncertainty in him, she couldn't stand it. She stood in front of him to make him stop.

"But we're going to do something, right?"

She asked again harder this time. Hitoshi just sighed because he didn't know what they could do - you had been avoiding them for some time and didn't want to explain why or what was going on. He really wanted to help you somehow, but didn't know how.

The girl, in a flurry of emotions, threw the shopping in bags on the ground and ran ahead - she planned to talk to you frankly at last.

Yuki's brother wanted to stop her at first, but decided that it wouldn't work - Yuki was very stubborn, especially when she had already made up her mind. Instead, he picked up the groceries she had left behind and went home to hear the bells of his sister’s bracelet drifting farther and farther away.

And behind him - at a distance - moved a dark car that had so far been standing and watching the whole scene.

—— —— ——

Just a few minutes later the youngest member of the Itō family was at your door again. Without waiting she entered the apartment and immediately directed her steps to the small living room, but instead of finding you there was a short gray-haired boy. Through the strange hand-shaped mask on his face, she couldn't tell his exact age, but she guessed he wasn't even ten years old.

The boy sat barefoot on a leather sofa and played on the console. When he heard the sound of the door opening, his head immediately turned to the entrance. The red eyes narrowed into small slits, but the unwanted visitor couldn't see it through the hair falling over his face and Father’s hand.

His hand (still without the glove) soon found its way to his neck scratching it - soon it will be necessary to put a large band-aid on it (like the one on the other side).

"Where [Your Name]?"

And without waiting she looked at the first door on her right - into a mysterious room that was always locked. His room was right next door, and although it was not much bigger than this one, he couldn't understand why you didn't use it.

There was a large wooden closet and a comfortable futon that you could sleep on (he checked it by himself). You didn't have to use the couch in the living room, but for some reason you didn't enter the room unless you had to.

Was it because of the smell?

Once Shigaraki was left alone on the first day, he looked around the apartment - partly out of curiosity and partly because he preferred to know what was where if he needed something. He entered the room expecting to see a cluttered storage room with junk and other unnecessary things, but to his eyes appeared an ordinary bedroom. Aside from the strange smell of a slight foulness (as if the room wasn't ventilated for a long time), this room was without blemish.

Tomura couldn't have known who had previously inhabited the room because All For One's servants had thrown out all the belongings of the bedroom's previous resident. Nothing was left of the old woman - the clothes, the remnants of her hair on the mats or even the specific smell of old people disappeared as if [Your Name]'s caretaker had never existed.

The boy decided not to ask about it, but when the next day before just leaving you stood in the doorway as if you suddenly remembered something important and turned back then (having taken off your shoes beforehand so as not to bring sand inside) you ordered him not to enter that room - you didn't give a reason and weren't sure if the child heard you at all, because he didn't even react to you (as he usually does with anyway).

It's already made him think it must be important for you to keep the bedroom empty.

And now this worthless NPC just walks in.

Yuki opened the door and entered the bedroom - she wanted to search all the rooms looking for you, and if she didn't find you, she would wait for you.

In her haste, she almost ran into the boy standing right behind her - she snapped and took a few steps back into the bedroom. He didn't give up on her and followed her, closing the door behind him - he didn't want you to disturb him again or cry any more.

When you pushed your friends and recovered a bit you went to the bathroom locking yourself in there - Shigaraki thought you were crying and he was partly right, but there was another reason.

It was all getting too much for you, and you wanted to be alone. You were expecting AFO's visit soon, related to today's events, and you wanted to take a break from him, as well as from Tomura.

You had to cut yourself off from everyone and everything, at least for a while.

"What are you doing? Where is [Your Name]?" the girl asked, wrinkling her eyebrows. She was pretty even with that face, but not at all like her brother.

"I don't like you" began Shigaraki scratching his neck harder and harder. "I don't like you, I don't like. I even hate you."

"I don't care, where [Your Name] is? I need to talk to [her/him]."

"Do you think I will let you meet [Your Name]? After you upset [him/her] and made [him/her] cry?" The scratching intensified until suddenly blood flowed from the irritated area, running down the boy's skinny collarbone. He seemed not to notice this and continued to scratch his neck deepening the wound. "I hate you, I hate you and your stupid brother."

"You're starting to repeat yourself, snot."

"And everything I hate I can destroy."

Yuki moved forward trying to get past the annoying kid, but suddenly he jumped up to her with a mad and wild flash in red irises and touched her with both hands. He grabbed one by her shoulder - her clothes began to decompose quickly, sprinkling dust on both of them and then five fingers touched her bare shoulder skin instantly sending pain signals through nerve endings to her brain.

Skin, little hairs, muscles, veins and tendons - everything began to quickly decompose and turn into a pile of gray dust. It didn't take long when Decay reached her bones spreading more and more over her body and there was nothing left of the girl's right arm and just forming breasts.

The hand fell off, however, no one in the room cared - Yuki was in too much pain and didn't even feel it, and Tomura knew that it would soon disappear too, leaving only a bloody trail on the floor.

If she could, she would have screamed, but Shigaraki's other hand reached her throat and met the same fate as her shoulder. All she could have done was fall on her back by the rush of a boy with a deaf rattle cushioned by the futon underneath them.

His bare feet were poking into her belly and she tried to knock him down, push him with her other arm, but it didn't work. The pain weakened her, although even if she had somehow managed to push him, she probably wouldn't have made it to the exit door. When Decay started working, nothing could stop it.

Her mouth opened and closed every now and then, making her look like a terrified fish taken out of the water - Shigaraki found her face even funny. But before his quirk swallowed her whole she was already dead.

Tomura didn't know if it was because of pain or too much blood loss, but he didn't care either. Before the teenager's belly decomposed, he came down from her so he wouldn't get dirty and have to bathe again. To save you the job of cleaning (he thought you or one of his Sensei servants would do it) he also laid out the remnants of her clothes.

Moments later, the only remnant of the teenager was a pile of dust and blood covering the futon. He washed his hands in the kitchen sink to avoid disturbing you in the bathroom, but even when the cold water washed him, he still thought it was there.

No matter how much he scrubbed his hands or how many times, it was still there - from his first kill.

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"Do you already know why you're here Tomura?" asked All For One when you finally let him out of the bathroom.

From his long hair dripped the remains of water, which he couldn't collect with a towel, and ran down his face, soaking into his new pajamas. He felt refreshed and more energized than usual. His pale skin was slightly pink from hot water and steam, and his goosebumps popped out from the cooler air in the rest of the apartment. His skinny cheeks on his face also took on a rosy hue, but for slightly different reasons.

The boy looked at his master with red eyes and nodded only. He didn't have to say anything - all he had to do was meet an old woman to know what his Sensei meant.

"You are made to destroy, so you have the right to destroy everything you hate."

That's what he told him, and he took those words to heart.

At first, when you unexpectedly took him to your old job, he was insecure - not only about his appearance (which he was aware of), but also about your reaction if he activated his quirk. He thought after he killed two employees you'd get scared and scream, but you shielded him from your former boss.

That must have meant you're on his side, right?

Not like that doctor Garaki (or whatever they call him) who looked at him like he was a stray dog, but really on his side.

"The woman you met on the staircase lives across from this apartment. Let her be another demonstration of your strength and a stepping stone to becoming my worthy successor."

When he heard her voice and recognized her, he felt a deep hatred from within him - he felt it slowly flow out of his body and spread through his veins along with his blood. She filled it in every inch and came out of it through every hole in his body - through every wound and every skin pores. It accumulated under the skin crawling inside it like maggots hidden in a corpse trying to find a way out.

It made him want to scratch again. He wanted to destroy. He wanted to give vent to that hatred.

"Soon you will destroy this whole false society and show everyone the true faces of the heroes that everyone believes so."

And with these words, the Symbol of Evil again showed young Tomura the way and the next goal.

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The sound of the toilet flushing and the lock opening was a clear sign to him that you were done. When you came out of the bathroom your face was pale (although his careful gaze managed to see light blushes on it) and covered with traces of tears that you couldn't manage to wipe away. When you breathed, he heard the whistling of air passing through your snorty nose, but in spite of the general depression, you calmed down.

You were definitely more calm than right after they left. Perhaps also slightly numb, but he preferred you in that state than when you were shaken.

Shigaraki this time read the 'Captain Hero' manga for a change. It was a strange choice for you as a successor to the greatest villain but you didn't say anything about it.

He didn't pay much attention to you, for which you were grateful - even though you tried to convince yourself to him (and partly succeeded) it was hard to look into his eyes. Those angry blood-red eyes were so similar to All For One's.

"Are you hungry?" you asked as you stood by the fridge. Your voice sounded strange to your own ears.

You didn't hear what he said, so you just pulled out the pizzas. It wasn't dictated by Obaasan's learned frugality or desire not to waste food, but by the fact that you had no strength for anything else.

"You're alone" you thought when the light in the oven came on, and instead of your dark reflection in the glass, you saw a cold pizza cake with all sorts of toppings. "Now you're really alone. AFO's done his job - you've got no one."

And for what? Why did he do that? He always said he wanted to keep you safe, but you knew it wasn't true.

There was something behind it, you felt like the answer was at your fingertips, but it kept eluding you.

It didn't help that the criminal was always leading you around by the nose. Just when you thought you were beginning to understand him, he showed up with a fake smile and a homely vibe.

The smell of reheated pizza overshadowed the smell of blood, but didn't eliminate it. After serving food (which you didn't even touch due to lack of appetite) when you moved to the kitchen again you smelled it and looked around insecurely in the hallway, where the smell was strongest.

And then you found it.

Blood was everywhere - all over the futon, on the floor next to it and on the mats with dirt. It looked like someone had poured a whole bucket of red paint in the middle of the room and dumped gray sand there.

Soaked in cold, you stood there, unable to move, until suddenly you saw a silver bell on a wooden bead bracelet amidst the mess.

You couldn't stand it and you threw up - your body's vomiting reflexes took over. Through your limp legs you fell in your own secretions but you didn't care. You got rid of all yesterday's food and still twitched and coughed even though you had nothing left.

Tomura looked unfazed by your act - he finished the fast food and got down to reading the manga again.

Hastily getting up with trembling hands, you grabbed your jackets. You couldn't stay here, you couldn't. AFO would kill you like you were nothing.

"Tomura-kun" you managed to mask the tremor in your voice although you were shaking all over. "Let's go for a walk, what do you say?"

The boy showed neither much resistance nor satisfaction with his sudden exit - he simply stood up, put the mange down carelessly on a low table and approached you. You barely managed to button his thick jacket so you left yours unbuttoned.

You just grabbed the envelope with the money and left, pulling Shigaraki by the hand. You didn't know where you were going, you just felt that you had to get away from that apartment as soon as possible.

Maybe if you hadn't taken the kid with you you would still have had a chance to survive (perhaps the blood was just a warning), but at the same time you wanted to protect him from the influence of All For One - you wanted him to have a normal childhood, without villains around him and all sorts of murky things.

But now it was too late to think about it - currently, both of you were at the subway station waiting for the train. The panic was triggered by an instinct to shut down your consciousness.

The only thing you remember is how the cashier handed you two tickets to the furthest platform (you don’t remember the name or details of the conversations or the appearance of the employee) and the long waiting time (even though the train arrived on time) in the crowd of other people coming home from work.

You felt a sudden pull on your sleeve. You looked down and you saw Tomura clinging to your jacket looking insecurely into your eyes.

"Where are we going?"

He asked and you didn't know whether it was better to tell him the truth or lie. You lightly stroked his soft white hair while pondering the answer.

"We have to leave for a while. Don't worry it will be fine."

And you weren't sure if you were saying this to convince Shigaraki or more yourself.

—— —— ——

You stayed in a small motel many miles away from your previous residence - you got off at the last station and drove all day. It was already dark outside the window. You regretted not buying anything to eat at the station.

The motel wasn't a complete ruin, but the existence of five stars was probably only heard of in rumors, but it was the best you could afford at the moment - you didn't want to spend too much.

The room was the size of your two bedrooms and had a small bathroom that barely contained a loo and a shower (however, by it condition you preferred to avoid using it for now). There was a single bed and an old TV, so you could find out what was currently going on - any major criminal activity or All For One attacks was regularly reported on the evening news.

If something like this happened in your neighborhood, you'd leave right now. You couldn't let AFO find you - then he would surely have killed you and Tomura would have corrupted his ideals and turned him into his own copy.

Or something much worse.

"Why are we here?"

Asked the five-year-old scratching his neck, in haste he managed to take only one hand and his console out of the apartment.

You gently grabbed his hand and pushed him away from the sensitive skin where the wounds were starting to appear. You felt that he was upset by the situation and you felt remorse that you had triggered his nervous tic.

"Listen, Tomura-kun. We need to stay here for a while."

"Is it because of that blood? Sensei could fix it, or find us something better than this" he said with disgust, trying to scratch himself again, but you held his hand.

"No, he can't. And it's best he doesn't know where we are..."

"What? Why?"

He was surprised and lost - you understood him. Probably All For One showed him his better side without saying much about his dark misdeeds. As far as you can tell, he treated him as you did your Obaasan - as a person he can trust and will always help you.

"Sorry, but I can't tell you right now." You stroked his white hair while he looked at you watchfully. You wanted to hide from him - his look looked so much like AFO. "I'll explain it to you someday, but not now. We'll go to the heroes tomorrow, okay? Then it'll only get better."

Shigaraki gave a quiet sigh of surprise and moved away from your hand like a wounded cat. Now his eyes expressed betrayal and anger.

"To the heroes?!"

"I know you're mad at them. I don't know why, but you have to understand that only they can help us now."

"Help with what?! Why don't you ask Sensei for help? Why are you running from him?!"

He stood up and yelled at you, scratching with both hands. A moment later, blood was found in his squares and his skinny collarbone. You quickly grabbed his hands by your both, lifting high above his head.

"You won't understand. Not now, but someday I'll explain it to you - I promise. Just... Stop!"

The boy was still jerking and burping trying to get you to let go of him or touch you with five fingers.

Was he really trying to kill you now or was he just trying to scare you?

"Shigaraki Tomura!"

You yelled at him, but it didn't work. For the next few minutes, you were trying to deal with the kid and somehow calm him down. When he finally got a little tired and sat down on the bed, you tried to talk to him again, but nothing came to him.

Resigned, you lay down on the floor (you wouldn't dare lie down next to him now) near the radiator and put your head on the carpet.

Shigaraki was already asleep on the bed. The lack of a change of clothes and a shower didn't seem to bother him.

With plans to go to the nearest hero agency tomorrow, you fell asleep not knowing that the boy was only pretending.

—— —— ——

The next sound that woke you up was a knock on the door. Surprised you trembled, afraid it might be a criminal to kill you, but then they wouldn't knock, would they?

Tomura sat on the bed and didn't sleep. He seemed to still be offended at you because he just looked at you without saying anything. His face was illuminated from below by an electrical device and was obscured by falling hair, and his dry pale skin with wounds starting to form gave him a spooky appearance. And those eyes...

You looked away from him at the window behind him - it was still dark in the yard. How much did you sleep? Thirty minutes? An hour or two? You had no idea because there was no watch in the room.

Catching your last breath, you opened the door expecting to see a motel owner behind them with a some case or something.

You didn’t expect to see a smiling All For One standing there with a tall man (if you could call him that) surrounded by black and purple fog with glowing yellow eyes.

You wanted to close the door quickly, but the strong hand of the man behind the AFO stopped you by grabbing the door and opening it wider allowing for the criminal to enter.

You quickly ran as far away from them as possible and stood by the bed.

"Hello, [Your Name]. Won't you say hello?" asked the white-haired man, spreading his arms and standing in the middle of the small room.

All your instincts were screaming, 'DANGER RUN', but your legs were frozen in place. You were getting harder and harder to breathe.

"I was very sad when I couldn't find you in your apartment" he continued, and his voice took on a depressed tone, but a broad smile remained on his lips. "I got you a present for how well you're doing."

"I don't want anything from you!" you shouted when you finally regained power in your body.

"Oh, it hurts my feelings. I thought we were friends. But that's nothing, everyone makes mistakes that they later regret. I can forgive you if you voluntarily come with us."

He reached out his hand to you, and behind his back appeared a big black hole of clouds covering the passage behind him. Behind you, you heard the creaking of the mattress springs and saw Tomura standing next to the men.

"[Your Name] come on."

He said it again, and you just shook your head back until your knees hit the mattress.

How did he find you? You left your phone. Shigaraki, he must have texted him while you were asleep! It's him! It's him!

You didn't have much time to think when All For One turned to his subordinate and said.

"Kurogiri, take out the present, maybe it will help [her/him] make a decision."

And a little black cloud flew towards you. It stopped right in front of you and magnified it a little bit before something fell out of him with a wet splash on the carpet.

In front of you was Hitoshi's severed head - his dead eyes staring at you accusingly, and blood flowed from the wounds staining the carpet under you and your socks.

Frightened with little thought, you jumped out of a second-floor window and fell straight into hard concrete. You didn't see how Kurogiri tried to use your quirk to catch you, but AFO stopped him by raising his hand.

Before you passed out, the last thing you saw was a shadow falling over you.

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You woke up some time later. You were immediately blinded by a bright white light above you, and if it weren't for the pain you would have thought you were dead.

Barely conscious and numb, you tried to look around to see where you were, but you could only roll your eyes because your head (as well as your limbs) were attached to a metal table.

"You were lucky to have fallen on your feet, otherwise you would have broken your neck" someone said over your head and you heard the approaching footsteps.

The man turned off the lamp and you saw Dr. Ujiko standing above you. His eyes were covered by goggles with green lenses, but you could easily tell he was unhappy.

"I thought you were smarter" he said more to himself than to you and then added more deliberately. "I think it would have been better for you if you had died there then."

You didn't understand what he meant... Until now.

For the next few minutes, the room was filled with your screams as the doctor set your bones and cast - all the while you were aware of what was happening because no one had given you a painkiller. In addition, someone attached a large mirror above you, and when he turned off the light above your head, you could see what was happening to you down there.

You honestly preferred not to look at it.

After everything - which seemed like an eternity - a man shrouded in mist came for you.

You don't know how you suddenly found yourself in a different room - they were talking when everything suddenly went black and you felt slightly dizzy like driving a car.

This time you felt cold, hard concrete under your back, but you weren't tied up.

As far as you could, you looked around the room and saw only one door. To your surprise, it was slightly ajar and a bit of light was coming through the gap.

Is it a trap? Did they really forget to lock them? Or maybe they just don't believe you can escape with broken legs?

Against your reasoning and utter exhaustion, you fell on your stomach and then crawled very slowly to the door.

You still felt pain radiating from your legs and now additionally also from your throat and head, which were strained by screams.

At the door you stopped to rest and see if anyone was coming. You saw a gray, straight corridor with a mass of doors and a single flashing light bulb gave it a horror movie-like atmosphere, but there was nothing else there.

No guards or furniture. Just an empty hallway.

You got out and moved to the right - you hoped there would be an exit at the end of it. As you crawled, you took short breaks and listened. You weren't sure if it was your hearing playing tricks on you or if you really heard quiet cries and moans from behind the many doors.

The hallway seemed to drag on endlessly and the lights were getting less and less. The lamps were starting to fade, leaving you in deeper and deeper darkness.

And footsteps sounded behind you.

More and more frightened, you sat against the wall trembling and panting. You were afraid of what was to come.

"I didn't expect you to try to escape in such a state. I have to admit that you are stubborn and it was interesting to watch you."

Said All For One standing finally in front of you.

"This is what would happen if I didn't take care of you."

You felt like you were choking knowing the scenery.

"I don't want to chain you up, but I will if I have it."

Your eyes have started to blur.

He came to you a little bit closer and leaned over to you, whispered quietly.

"You look so sweet when you're scared."