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Demon blood stains his haori. He’ll be sure to wash it once he gets back to his estate. He was relatively unscathed, just tired from the mission.
He felt the exhaustion drag him down. For years it has always been the same. The tiredness never really went away, even with sleep. Always there like a leech.
His (hopelessly edgy) train of thought was interrupted when something pineapple shaped hit him in the head.
It must have been traveling at a high velocity, because it knocked the water hashira over and his consciousness was soon to follow.
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A dull headache settled over him when he started to stir. The not so distant sound of sea was familiar to his ears, but the feeling of sand beneath him was not. He wasn’t a fan, as sand gets everywhere and is difficult to clean. Especially out of his hair.
‘Where.. Am I?’, he thinks to himself ‘And who is that’? rather startled, he jumps to his feet and instinctively unsheathes his blade.The pale man looked around his age, with very light blue hair and dry skin. Hands gripped his sword tighter when the strange man locked eyes with him.
“Who are you? What did you do to me?” he keeps his voice level, it’s critical to remain calm in these kinds of situations.
The man looked baffled, and about as confused as Tomioka felt. “Huh?-”
“You heard me, what’s going on?” And perhaps he could have handled it better, but he wanted answers and it’s likely the other may have some.
Red eyes glared at him. “I don't know, who are you?” his voice was rather raspy, and sounded irritated-which… would make sense.
Tomioka settled, putting the katana back in its scabbard. The other man didn't seem to have any ideas as to why they were here, so he should try to avoid being rude.
“Im Giyuu, Tomioka,” He nods.
The man pauses. “Shigaraki.”
So they started their journey, walking in a random direction while they spoke of their shared experience. Turns out getting attacked by fruit is more common than Giyuu thought- or maybe it was just them….
Instead of sand and grass, now all they could see were trees. But the sky was getting darker and the prospect of demons lingered in the hashira’s head. So he suggested they settle down for the night, preferably somewhere more sheltered so there’s less risk of a demon deciding to attack them.
“That’s not necessary,” Shigaraki stated, but Tomioka persisted.
“There could be demons in these parts, I’m unfamiliar with the area and-”
“Demons?” The other man inquired, interrupting him.
“Yes, how do you not know about demons?” Then it hits him. It was dumb of him to assume Shigaraki knew of demons. He hopes his companion doesn’t think he’s crazy, like everyone in his village thought when he was a kid.
“What the hell are you talking about? Are you-”
‘Crazy?’ Giyuu frets internally.
“You know what? I'm gonna call someone.” The other man pulls out a strange thing from his pocket. A rectangle that emits light and honestly what the fuck.
“What is that?” He yelps.
“My phone.” Shigaraki replies, his tone flat. “Do you not know what a phone is?”
This sparked a completely different conversation. Going back and forth with information the other could hardly comprehend. The topic of heroes, villains, Quirks and iphones flying around- only arousing more confusion in Tomioka’s head.
It appears they talked for a while because he notices how much darker it is now and decide to go with Giyuu’s original idea of finding shelter to rest in. And of course, they see a conveniently placed cave nearby. It was as expected of a cave in the forest, with moss and bugs. Especially since there’s a lake right by it, which is infested with mosquitos.
Giyuu doesn’t fear bugs. But he can’t help the shout that escapes him as the multitude of mosquitos are treating him like a fast food driveway. He hopes he doesn’t get Malaria as he swats at the mosquitos desperately.
“You okay?” the asshole has the audacity to ask.
The mosquitos all have left Shigaraki alone- finding the Hashira’s blood more appealing. “No, they’re everywhere!” And the asshole just sits there watching Giyuu suffer. No thanks.
“Fire!” he realizes, which would hopefully rid him of these pesky insects.
Thankfully, the other decides to be helpful and grab a couple sticks, setting them down and unsuccessfully tries to light it.
In a blind attempt to make fire, Tomioka smashes two rocks together like a primitive caveman- which surprisingly works. After a couple minutes, there’s hardly any mosquitos left trying to drain him like a blood bank.
He breathes a sigh of relief, laying down on the other side of the fire. He figured it'd be better to stay up until the other falls asleep- but said companion has the same sentiment and more will to live.
At this point, Giyuu doesn’t have anything to live for so if Shigaraki murders him it wouldn't be the worst thing ever. And so he lets himself drift off into slumber