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The first time Garou met Metal Bat after the whole monster association vs hero association incident, was at his work place. His new workplace. The last job he had, well, he got fired. Apparently moving boxes from point A to point B was actually surprisingly dangerous. Or, you could say, it was very easy to fake accidents. Garou had the luck of getting them. Way too many complaints about broken dishes. Even though he was as precise as he could ever get.
The world isn't fair. It never was. And it is not, even now, while the one and only Metal Bat was walking inside the doors of the only new gym in this area. Not alone either, of course. His friends– Garou assumed they were, at least– walking around him. Following him on his tail, talked to him in the face. All over the beloved hero.
They must feel so good knowing they're close with an S-class hero.
Pathetic. It really is.
"Heyaa!!", one of them greeted. Brown hair, brown eyes and huge smile. Gave the card to Garou, he hit a stamp on it, grabbed next one. As he was marking cards, the group was talking. Metal Bat was so close to him. Although he wasn't looking at Garou– thank god– he was still close. From here, Garou could see his jaw, nose, eyebrows, lips. Talking something to others. All of the attention in the room was on the hero and him only.
It was loud and tiring. Garou was pretty good with patience, but sometimes, with certain people it was too much. Certain people like heroes.
Metal Bat turned his head, and there it was. The eye contact.
It didn't linger, but it did make Garou's stomach drop an inch. He put his head down quickly, hoping the hero didn't recognize him.
Garou wasn't sure if he was generally a lucky person or not, but, he was thankful both of his jobs had caps to cover at least his eyes.
And the hero walked away with the group. Maybe today was a lucky day.
Maybe not. Wiping sweat off from every machine wasn't exactly his favorite thing about this job. Though it didn't need much strength or moving, and he got to sit at the front desk for many hours... He kind of hated that as well. Just being in one place for so long without doing anything. Getting weird stares from almost every teenager that comes in. That disgust, after seeing his face, was beginning to be normal. He almost got used to it.
Call yourself a monster, become a monster.
Though he's retired from that job. More of a goal, maybe. Not a job. He liked hunting heroes. Liked killing monsters. He liked feeling above everyone else. This... isn't the same. Now, he likes to hide in shadows of the normal life. Blending in with the normal people. Doing normal things. Like going to work, using a bicycle, communicating with colleagues, and... Thinking about heroes?
It's not like he wanted to, but... Was his disguise that good? Actually? Or is that meathead bat just that stupid?
Well... He did hit himself a lot. With that bat of his. Wouldn't be surprised if half of his monkey brain isn't working.
"Ganpon?"
Ugh. The boss. He could recognize that voice from anywhere. It was annoying from the day 1. Now, it's day... 265.
Wow. Exactly one hundred days from now on and it'll be an anniversary. Almost one year in this shithole.
"Ganpon!!"
I know, stupid name. But I had to come up with some cover up nickname for obvious reasons.
"Yes, ma'am?"
"I need you tomorrow in the morning"
"You mean I take tomorrow's morning shift?"
"Yes"
"Respectfully, I'll have to decline"
Beautiful use of tongue, I know. I've been learning... From mistakes.
"I will not take no for an answer"
Garou stopped wiping the machine and sighed. He felt like getting older by each month, not each year. Especially with this woman. Horrible.
"Ma'am, I have a night shift today at my other work place. I would appreciate it very much if I could have a free day tomorrow"
Oh, I've become a real expert at this.
Maybe I'm just getting old.
I'm only twenty-two.
"Well then maybe you shouldn't have signed up for another job?? It's not my problem"
Another sigh. He's been doing that a lot lately.
"And hurry up with the cleaning, you're moving like an old man"
Moving like an old man.
Garou thought about those words while cycling to his next shift. His other job.
The night was quiet and gentle. The wind caressed his face and hair. He thought about her words again. About his life. About when he comes back home to his small apartment with a cracking ceiling and loud neighbors with their loud dogs. About how he haven't slept well for over three months now.
It's been rough, to say the least. He never expected to admit it. But it was hard. He didn't remember the last time he slept for over six hours. Now he wasn't no sleeping expert, but that couldn't be any good at all.
And just like that, with zoning out and staring at nothing in particular, he was already changing clothes in the locker room. From green shirt and white pants to all black fancy clothes and an apron on his hips. He had to zone in again. Zone in to this depressing reality.
His coworkers here were different. They were more laid back, mature, fun. The people at the gym just were... Not to his liking. They judged a lot. He hated people who judged behind the backs. Not to mention how the group of college girls working together all talk shit about each other behind each other's backs. Garou didn't have the heart to tell them. Well... Not really... He just enjoyed the show so to say. It was amusing how fake they could be. So easily. Like putting a mask on. Lying. He hated people who lied a lot.
The older he got, the more he hated this world.
As if his hatred couldn't get any worse.
It surprisingly did.
"Beautiful night today, huh?"
Garou looked up from the glass he was polishing to the man on the other side of the table.
"Tito", and suddenly Garou felt a bit lighter. This man wasn't like everybody else. He was kindhearted and honest and kind. Even though usually kindness made Garou nauseous, but he was just different. He liked to eat and he loved his family and he worked hard. He maybe had one free day in the week, and on the free day he's here. It makes sense, he does own this bar with his wife.
"What are you doing here?"
"Eh, decided to visit you guys and see what's going on. ¿Qué tal how are you Ganpon?"
"Well... Same as usual"
"Aih, sure sure. I have kids, teenagers, kids in their twenties, I can see something's wrong"
"Did my eyebags give it away? And how many kids do you even have??"
"Cinco! Five. And maybe! But also you seem more depressed lately. Maybe you should think about quitting one of ya jobs..."
"The gym one or this one?"
"Noooo niño, gym of course! You won't find a better place like this with such wonderful people. Besides, I've heard you say the teenagers are working there. And teenagers can be a pain in the ass"
That's true...
I was a teenager once.
"Why are you even working two jobs niño? You only need one to get paid well. This one. The boss loves you! And so do I!"
"Need to get my ceiling fixed... I called the office and sent them pictures, but they still haven't done anything. Apparently I need to pay them. Which is stupid because they're supposed to cover everything"
"Ahh.... What's up with the ceiling?"
Garou grabbed another glass to polish it. "It's cracking"
"Badly?"
"Pretty much. There's a crack that leads to a spot that gets wet when it rains"
"So it's not neighbors"
"Nope. I live on the highest floor"
"Hmm... I could fix it for you!"
"No, no need to. Thank you a lot though, Tito"
"Mmm... Alright. I would still recommend quitting the other job. I could talk to Valentina, she could give you a raise"
"Tito, no... Don't"
"It's okay! She'll listen to me. She likes you anyway"
"Yeah she's your wife. Of course. You both like me a lot, apparently"
Tito let out a laugh that made his round stomach jiggle and it was contagious. Garou managed to stretch a smile on his face. Something he isn't able to do often.
"Of course we do! You're a hardworking man. We appreciate hard work, and we see you as our son"
"It hasn't even been a year since I've worked here..."
"It's gonna be very soon!"
Shit. Really? Time really flies past too quickly.
"Niño, please keep my words in ya mind, okay? We don't want you to get depressed..."
There was a shift in his tone and voice. He was serious and... Sad? Maybe he lost someone to depression.
Garou stopped polishing once again and made eye contact with Tito. It meant a lot to him. Surprisingly. Garou wasn't used to that. To kindness, empathy. It felt like a joke. Not from Tito, though. He was different. He was genuine. "... Okay. I'll think about it, Tito. Thank you"
"Of course Ganpon!". And there was his smile again. Sunny as ever. "Has anything interesting happened today?"
"Uh... Well... I guess? I mean, one of the S-class heroes came today in the gym with his friends"
"Ooo, how interesting. Which hero?"
"Metal Bat"
"Ah! That boy! He's a good boy"
"You know him personally or something?"
"He used to live close to us when he was a little kid. Used to love to clean our yard. Cut the grass and water it...", he let out a sigh, deepening his smile. "He was a cute kid. Fair and brave. Never let anyone be bullied. Oh and he loves his sister a lot. Very protective of her. I believe he is still"
Okay. This was one hell of a lore drop. And he kept going!
"Our kids used to love to hang out with him and play baseball. He was very good at it. Which makes sense why he uses a metal bat as his weapon now. We knew he would be a good hero. Even though they moved away, we never stopped loving them like our own kids. They used to visit us a lot after all. And... Especially after their parents died... They stayed with us for months. In our house. Then when the time came for their new parents to take them, Valentina didn't want to give them away. She was so sad...". A sigh. "She still misses them dearly. We watch the news a lot to see him"
Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. This was insane lore. Garou worked for these two for so long not knowing that his, well, favorite hero used to live with them! Favorite wasn't the word, no. He hated heroes. Metal Bat was just... Different? Maybe?
No, no. I hate all heroes.
"That's insane Tito. I never knew"
"Yeah. I think we still have pictures of little Badd. If you ever visit, maybe I could show ya. Ya like Metal Bat?"
Badd? That was his real name?
"Uh... I... Well... Not really, I guess..?"
"It's okay if you like him, niño! We love him too. He's a good boy. Unlike other heroes, he has a honest heart"
Garou stopped moving entirely.
"Just like you"
No, that was wrong. But he didn't have enough courage to tell him that. To tell him what kind of past he had. What he had done. Tito saying Garou has a honest heart makes him want to rip it out. It's just simply not true. He wasn't a good person. He was a monster.
"People aren't always who they seem to be, Tito..."
"I know, but I'm sure you are"
No... No, he's so wrong.
It made Garou want to leave and lock the doors and crawl under his blanket. Hide from everybody. From the truth. From his past. He shouldn't have ever become close with anyone. This was a mistake. This was just so wrong. He didn't deserve this kind of treatment or those kind of words.
"Well, Ganpon, I'll talk to Valentina about this. Have a great shift, hasta luego see ya later!"
"See you"
He could barely mutter a word. There was a mix of emotions. Shock and sadness. Though, the grief was stronger. Regret. He regretted everything. Coming here, mentioning Metal Bat, letting Tito get so close. Everything was going downhill.
I guess it's a payback for everything I did in the past.
I deserve a kick to my ass.
I'm a monster.
And with those thoughts, he fell asleep too late once again. To the dog barking, and his neighbors blasting music.
The next morning was a bit different. Garou woke up with this strange feeling in his stomach. It wasn't bad. Didn't hurt. Just... Squeezed a bit. For some reason.
He rolled over to his other side and checked the clock. Six in the morning. The way he sleeps he doesn't even need an alarm anymore. When did he go to sleep again? At like two or three in the morning? God, he still had that fucking morning shift at that fuckass shithole gym.
Today I'll quit. Tito is right.
Right, Tito... Metal Bat...
He had no idea Metal Bat's parents died. That detail felt wrong to know. It was too personal. But he couldn't stop thinking about it.
Maybe it was a bigger mistake than he expected.
With a groan, he sat up and rubbed his face. Maybe after this morning shift he could take a nap... If the neighbor's dog would shut up for once. Maybe, if he got lucky today.
Though it was still barking. When Garou fell asleep and now when he's getting ready it's still going.
Does it ever shut up? Shit.
After brushing his teeth and eating one slice of bread without anything on top, he drank some water and changed his clothes. He doesn't eat much. Hadn't been for a while. He used to eat five plates in one sitting back when he lived at his old man's dojo. Right. His old man... He hated to admit it, but he did miss that old fart. He was like a father to him. But Garou just couldn't face him anymore. After everything that happened... He just couldn't. It felt like he was just using Bang's kindness. And Garou didn't deserve kindness.
He put on his brown leather jacket, grabbed the keys and went to work. That shithole... Oh well, it was fine. He would quit today. The boss is supposed to be there today so he'll say it to her face.
Actually, I could just do it right now. I don't need to work the whole shift, since there's no point anyway.
Yeah that was certainly way better. It was also the end of the month, when he gets his paycheck, so he'll get the money. And he'll never step his foot inside of that building ever again.
Tito was right.
Garou's chest felt lighter as he walked closer to the building. Looking at it now, knowing it's the last day there, he remembered his first day. The worst encounters with shitty people, his funniest days, funniest coworkers, worst coworkers. It was everything in under a year.
But he didn't feel sad at all. If he had to choose any emotion, it would be contentment. He hadn't felt that in a while.
The doors opened in front of him, and he breathed in the scent of new rugs for the last time. The rugs he had to carry inside. By himself. They were heavy. Heavier than he'd expect. Come to think of it, everything had become heavier lately.
He just... Lost his spark. And strength.
"Ganpon!! You're late!"
The boss yelled at his face. But this time, he didn't feel anything.
"Actually, I came here to let you know I'm quitting"
"WHAATTT!! NO WAY!"
"Yes way"
"BUT–!"
Alright. Garou didn't know what kind of a reaction he was expecting. But this? Never. She looked almost sad.
"But... Why?"
"It's just too much"
She looked like she was going to say something. Her eyebrows pulled together and she opened her mouth, but then, she relaxed her face and moved her eyes on the floor. On the new rugs.
"I understand" was all she said.
Garou was confused. Is that all? Seriously?
"You sure you don't want to spend one last day here?"
"... No. I'm done"
"Alright. You'll get your money on 24th. As always"
Was he imagining it or did she look sad??
... No. It wasn't his imagination. She really was sad. Wow. Seriously?
Maybe she was just masking her true self this whole time. Just as everybody else does.
Maybe she wasn't half as bad as Garou thought she was.
The doors opened behind him and a group of teenagers walked in. It was loud. He wanted out.
"Hello boys!", she greeted the group, and Garou turned to look.
It was the same group as yesterday. Metal Bat was there. The center of attention just as usual.
More quiet than everyone else.
Now that Garou knew some of the hero's past, he felt more familiar. More close. It was to be expected. After learning such intimate details, it's just impossible to look at the person the same way again.
His eyes stayed on other, and... Again. Their eyes met.
But it was fine. Because "Badd", as his name apparently was, didn't recognize Garou. So he turned to leave.
But his upper arm was grabbed and yanked. And suddenly Garou's stomach dropped when their eyes met again.
This time, Metal Bat's attention was on Garou and Garou only.
Garou glanced behind him at the group who just kept walking without acknowledging the hero. He moved his stare back at the black dots.
Black... No, they were brown. Dark brown. His eyebrows were pulled together, eyes wide open, and lips parted. He looked shocked. And... Angry? Well, he was constantly angry.
The brown eyes darted from one eye to another, and now Garou just really wanted to leave.
Crap. Did he recognize him?? Garou didn't have his cap on either so he couldn't hide his face.
The leather creaked under Badd's grip as it tightened, and he opened his mouth as if to say something, only to be interrupted by someone from his friendgroup yelling out his name.
Then, the hero snapped back, relaxed his eyebrows, opened his grip and turned around to leave. But of course, not before giving Garou one more glance. As if to be sure he wasn't a mirage.
Garou watched the hero leave with the brown hair, and decided to go visit Tito's bar.
That was weird.
So weird, that he couldn't stop thinking about it even when Tito was yapping about something to Garou. He usually listens to him very carefully. But now... His thoughts are occupied with that damn hero.
Badd... Who even names their kid like that?
"Niñoo, are you okay?"
Garou flinched when the hand waving in front of his eyes finally ceased to be just a blur. He was zoning out again.
"Is something wrong?"
Now Tito is concerned again. Great.
"All good Tito, all good"
Garou hated making Tito feel negative emotions.
"Sure isn't! You know, after having five kids I can see when someone's lying. Even though you're not a kid anymore, you are in my eyes. Now tell me Ganpon, what happened?"
"Uh...". He glanced around the bar. No one was really drinking at this hour yet so it was very quiet and barely any people seen in sight. "I... Listened to you and quit"
"Really?! That's amazing!! I'm proud of you niño!! I also talked to my wife about your salary. Don't worry. We got you. You're going to get three percent more now!"
"Seriously?"
"Yes yes!"
"That's... Amazing..."
"Si! It is! But you don't look very happy, Ganpon. What's on your mind?"
This was it. This was the time to confess.
"Tito, it's great and all... But I can't accept it"
"Why not?"
Garou couldn't look in his face. He felt too disgusting.
"I'm not the one you take me for... Tito, I'm a bad person. I've done very bad things. I don't deserve your kindness. A raise either". The older man was quiet, so Garou decided to tell him everything. He started already, so what was the point of still keeping anything a secret anymore? "My real name is Garou. The hero hunter. I used to fight heroes two years ago. I beat them up. I killed so many monsters... It's just wrong. I'm not–"
"I know"
Garou snapped his head up to meet Tito's eyes. He didn't seem too shocked. In fact, he was as laid back as he could get.
"Know what?"
"That you aren't Ganpon. I know who you are, silly niño. We knew this whole time. Me and Valentina"
Garou couldn't believe his ears. "But if you knew then why did y–"
"Because as I already said, I know who you are. Remember what we talked about yesterday?"
"... Yeah..?"
"Remember my words? You're a good person"
"No, no no no. I'm not"
Tito sighed and put his elbows on the table, leaning closer to Garou and lowering his voice. "Garou... You said you fought heroes, and killed monsters. But did you kill humans?"
"... No..."
"See? You did the right thing. And I'm not saying that beating up heroes is a good thing. Because it's not. But I believe you had your own reasons. We all have some monsters we hide inside of us. We put a mask on and go on about our day. Just like you did. You hid the truth from us, because you didn't want to lose this job, but–"
"No, Tito. Well I mean, at first, yes. But the more I got to know you the more I feared I would disappoint you. You kind of remind me of my old fart. And you were so kind... I don't know. It just feels wrong. Don't raise my salary. Fire me if you feel it's the right thing to do"
"Niño, what are you saying! What you did is in the past, and we don't care! We've seen you work hard. You always work very hard even if you have bad days. And we respect that"
"So... You're not gonna fire me?"
"Of course not!"
Garou was confused. He was happy, but also confused. Was this satire? Was he joking? But he looked so serious. So it's not that...
"Anyway, tell me about how your quitting went, Ganpon"
"Uh... I... Met Metal Bat again"
"Ahh! Really!"
"Yeah. Not for long though. My boss was surprisingly okay with me quitting. I mean, she looked sad, but..."
"Anyone would be sad to lose a hardworking person like you"
Garou wasn't used to compliments either. He didn't know how take them. It was awkward. "Um... Thank you. Anyway. Metal Bat. Last time he didn't recognize me, but this time, he grabbed me and stared at me for some time"
"Did he say anything?"
"No... But I'm glad I quit that place. If it means he's going to be there so often"
"Why, you don't like Badd?"
"It's... We just had some history"
"Ohh... You hunted him too"
"Yeah. He wasn't easy to beat. And he's very stubborn. But he's very strong. We actually beat the centipede together. The biggest one. I mean, I did the last finishing blow and cut it in half so technically I did all of the work... But... Okay, his strength did help me"
"I saw it on the news. So that mystery monster was you..."
"On the news??"
"Yes! Did you never heard? Some people were rooting for you, actually"
"Ugh... No way...". That baldy was right. The more damage Garou wanted to do, the more good he did. Now he even got fans.
Talking about fans... I wonder how's Tareo doing.
"I miss that boy"
"Metal Bat?"
"Yes. My boys also loved to play with him. But he's very busy being a S-class hero. Very busy"
... Apparently not THAT busy if he got time to grab me by my arm and look straight into my soul.
"Don't you have any contact anymore? Like a phone number or something?"
"No... I do know where he lives, though"
So he doesn't have his number BUT he has his address. Wow.
"How are your neighbors, by the way? Still loud?"
"Mm-hmm...". Garou watched the ice cube crack in his drink. "Of course"
"Okay, niño. I'll call some people I know and they'll go to fix your ceiling"
"What?! N–"
"After your shift I'll drive you home so you can pack your stuff and then we'll go to this apartment where you can live for a while"
"No! Tito!"
"Yes, Tito. Don't worry. Tito knows what to do. There's a boy your age in the apartment, but it's okay. He's a good boy. You'll get along well"
"But Tito..."
"Aht aht!! I will not accept your refusement. You need good sleep and some company. Don't worry. When they'll fix your ceiling you can get back to your cave"
"It's not that bad"
"But I can also get you a new apartment"
He's not even listening to me...
"Anyway. Your shift starts soon. So you better go and change now, Ganpon. Also, Valentina wanted to see you. So on your way back here visit her office"
"Alright..."
Garou gave up. He knew arguing with Tito was useless. Tito always wins. And honestly, maybe some new company wouldn't hurt.
He was thinking about it over and over again. Mentally making a list of things he would need to pack. Thinking about meeting a new person he would need to live with for a while.
It's fine as long as I act normal. I'm gonna be working five days of the week anyway so it's not like I'm gonna be at home too often now.
As long as his neighbors aren't loud.
He walked upstairs and headed straight to the office, where Valentina was waiting for him.
She was doing something on the computer. Her flower hairclip today was pastel green, which matched with her light green shirt and white skirt that was so long it looked like a dress. She noticed then that Garou was standing in the doorway and her face instantly lit up.
"Ganpon!! Come in hijo! Sit down, sit down". She dragged a chair from under the table next to her, and he sat down with a heavy heart. Gosh, to think that this woman knew all this time who he really was, and she stayed the same this whole time. "I wanted to talk to you about your salary"
Her accent was familiar and Garou loved it. "But Mrs. Tucci..."
"No buts hijo! Did Tito tell you already we're gonna raise your salary three more percent?"
"Yes, but I don't–"
She raised her finger in front of his face, making the bracelets on her wrists clink, and he shut up. Everyone knew it was a bad idea to mess with this woman. So he decided to just act good and listen.
"I was already planning on raising your salary. But now that Tito told me you're going to quit the other job, it made me do it faster"
"... I'm sorry"
"No Ganpon, don't apologize. I'm glad you quit your second job. I was waiting for you to, and I'm glad the day has come. It hurts my heart to see you so tired all the time"
She tapped the mouse, and Garou was quiet. The clicking sound of the keyboard filled the room and he stared at pictures on the walls. He hadn't noticed it before, but they had a picture of every person working in their bar. Even Garou. His first day, it looked like. Had more fat, more strength. Now he's skinny.
Him. Even after all he'd done. They still cherished him. Still saw him the same as every other worker.
If he could, he would have cried.
He hadn't felt this vulnerable in a couple of years.
"What are you thinking about, hijo?"
Garou flinched. "Uh... Just thinking... Your last name sounds Italian, even though you said you're from Spain"
"Yes, my husband's mother was from Italy. We took his last name. I liked it more than mine"
"I see... "
"What are you really thinking about?"
He turned to face her, but she was already staring at him. She had that gaze. That motherly gaze. Full with love and worry.
This pain was so much different than any pain he's ever felt.
"... Thinking... Why are you so kind to me if you know who I really am"
"People change chico"
"Yes, but–"
"You changed"
God. What did he do to deserve this?? It felt wrong but it also felt so nice. It was so warm around her.
"I... Did"
"So, see? Come on hijo, stop with this stupidity. We still love you. Just like every worker here"
"... Thank you"
He couldn't say anything else. Then again was there a need to say anything else? He didn't think so. He guessed that was enough. And it was. He knew it was for her. Because he knew her. She was like a mom already. To everybody.
She typed something on the keyboard, and after some minutes, turned to him. "Done! Now go to work. And tell Tito to stop slacking off. Or he'll hear it from me"
"Okay. Thank you again"
"Of course". She stood up and took a step closer and... Ughh... He hated hugs but... She smelled so good and she was so warm and it felt so genuine... He couldn't resist and hugged back. She was shorter, so put her hand on his head and ruffled his now short white hair. It felt so good. So nice. Was this how it was to have a mother? If so, he has been really missing out.
She let go with a small smile, and gently hit his back as if to say "go already". And he left. To Tito.
"Tito!"
"Yes niño!"
Garou walked closer. "Valentina told me to tell you to stop slacking off or you would hear it from her"
"Ay mierda... Alright..."
And then he walked somewhere behind a door. To clean the boxes, Garou figured.
As the day went on, the later it got, more people started walking in.
It wasn't a bad thing. People loved Tito and Valentina, so no one ever fought here. And even if someone did, they are 99% of the time new. And the usuals quickly calm them down and tell them to never do that again. Some people listen, some don't. Those who decide to act like bastards get thrown out.
That's why Garou liked working here. His coworkers were amazing as well. Funny, laid back. They talked to Garou so easily. And he felt bad. They were nice to him and he felt bad.
But maybe it was a good thing they didn't know who he actually was. As Valentina said, people do change. And Garou is one of those people. He's changed now. He's normal. Well as normal as he could get.
Only so long until his mask will stop working.
For now, he'll enjoy their company.
"Sup Ganpon!"
A familiar female voice greeted him, and he was met with one of his coworkers. Daniela. She had her hair in a ponytail as usual, and she aggressively waved at him like a child does. Well, she was eighteen. Turned recently. So to Garou she kind of was like a kid. Even though they only had three years of age gap.
"Hello"
"Hellooo!! How's your shift going? Anything interesting happened yet?"
"Going great. Nothing happened"
"Aww okay. How are you?"
"Same as usual"
Well not really. He was doing a bit better today. But he didn't want to open up too much about his feelings.
"What about you?", he asked. He doesn't ask that too often.
"Ugh. Good. Just... Had a small fight with friends yesterday I guess. It was a bit weird. They were staying overnight. And one of them left a bit early because apparently we didn't offer to do anything. But she's always quiet! You know? And me and the other girl figured she just wanted to be on her phone 'cause she's always on the phone!"
Girl friendgroups seem to be always messy for some reason.
"But turns out she wanted to play some board game..."
"Can you make watermelon sangria?"
"Yes of course". She grabbed the ingredients but kept going. Garou didn't mind. She knew he didn't mind. She knew he was listening to her even if it looked like he didn't. "But anyway yeah. It felt like she was waiting to tell us that. As if to put blame on us and then just run away without communicating. Ugh!! She can never communicate! It's honestly so frustrating. I understand not every person is good at communicating but we can't read her mind..!"
"Mhm"
"It would be enough if she asked why was it so quiet in the room. I don't know, I mean, I didn't mind it being silent. I'm like, pretty much used to it. And also the day before that we were outside the whole day so we were all tired. So, I figured we were resting today and just chillin... Ugh... What do you think?"
He finished making mango cocktails and looked at her. She was staring at him with concerned eyes and Garou wished then he would have more friends growing up so he could help. But sadly, she was asking the wrong person.
He placed the cocktails on the tray with watermelon sangria. "Table four"
She let out a sigh, but walked to the table anyway.
"Good evening, two bottles of ginger beer please". A huge man with a long beard and a bandana was holding money to Garou, which he took, gave the change back and began to fill the glasses. "Could you call Daniela here?"
"We can't do that due to privacy reasons"
"Meaning?"
"Meaning if you're a creep that makes women uncomfortable you're getting kicked out"
The man laughed. "I appreciate that a lot. I can sleep better at night knowing my daughter is safe"
"Nope, still won't work". He placed the glasses on the table and wiped the sink.
At the same time, Daniela came back.
"Hey dad! What are you doing here??"
Turns out he was her dad.
Better be safe than sorry though. That's what Tito said.
Garou checked the clock, two more hours. And then he would be free. Well. Kind of. Tito's gonna drive him to his apartment and then to Garou's new friend... Friend? More like a roommate maybe.
"I decided to come and see how's my daughter doing. Also, this place has the best beer"
"Okayy. Where's mom?"
"At the spa with her girlies". He put up his hands in a girly way and wiggled his fingers. "Getting nails done and drinking piña colada. All their girly shit"
The daughter laughed. "I see. Well, have fun with your friends"
"Thanks. See ya!"
Daniela waved in that childish-like way and smiled.
"Your dad is a nice dude", Garou muttered.
"Yeah, I know. I mean thanks! He's very kind, even though he may look scary. What's your dad like?"
Well this is awkward. "He's... I... I don't have one"
"Aww, I'm sorry. What about your mom?"
"I don't have parents". He said and turned away from her, to end the conversation there.
He hated that family talk. He could never tell any funny stories like everyone else did. While the other children were saying how they went to go fishing with their dads or helped fix the car, Garou sat alone and listened. He could never relate. Never understand how fun it is. Never experience anything like that. The old fart Bang was more of a teacher. Although... Garou did take him as his dad for some time. Until he tried to kill him. And then after MA vs HA was over Garou didn't stay long at the dojo. Bang also moved out somewhere.
He didn't remember his mother either. But seeing mothers of other kids hug them and caress their face when they got hurt made Garou feel things. Jealousy. It was jealousy. No one was there to comfort him when he got bullied.
No use thinking about it now.
"Hijo! What are you doing?"
Garou snapped back to where he was, making drinks.
He glanced from the drinks to her, then repeated, wondering what he was doing wrong. "What?"
Valentina walked to him and looked at his drinks, then up at Garou. Her hands were on her hips and her eyeliner was a bit smudged. It always was. "What are you doing here? Your shift ended ten minutes ago!"
"No, Mrs. Tucci. I started at four"
"Aahhh.... Sí. Nevermind then, chico". She tapped his shoulder and left.
Maybe it was a good thing he didn't have a mother. Because Valentina could fill that missing piece. Her and Tito. You can't choose your biological family, but you can choose your real family.
"Six beers please". Garou heard, and turned to the customers. "Uh... All the same brand, right?"
His heart skipped a beat. Damn. Fuck. His luck be damned. Shit.
Metal Bat popped from behind the other two. "I want ginger beer!!"
"Alright, then five Guinness and one ginger beer for him"
Third guy joined them, "No!! I also wanted ginger beer!"
The brown hair guy groaned. "Fine! Shit. You guys are making it so complicated... Let's just order one by one, alright? Stop making it harder for the workers"
And so they did. And so, their eyes met again. The hero's stare lingered longer this time. Garou tried to not look at him.
Ignore him ignore him ignore him
"So, two ginger and four Guinness?"
"Yes please"
"Card or cash?"
"Card"
The guy paid, and Garou grabbed the glasses from the fridge. Shit... This was another level of awkward. Not to mention that fucking hero was STILL staring at Garou. While he was pouring drinks. While they walked away. And even now while sitting at the table. They were sitting on the other side of the bar and yet he could feel that piercing gaze on his neck. He somehow managed to glance back to make sure if the other was still staring and of course, he was.
It was different. This time he was looking at Garou with curiosity.
Once he was done pouring all of the drinks he put them on the tray and walked to the table. He put down each glass one by one, the guys thanked him, and Metal Bat was still staring. Well, Badd. Garou wasn't 100% sure that was his real name and that he heard it right, but that's how Tito pronounced it.
He left as soon as he could. And he was pretty sure the hero was watching him walk. Which, he was.
To think that this was the third time they met. So many times in just two days. And this was the first time after what? Two years?
He hasn't changed. Metal Bat. Still that stupid pompadour on his head and those determined eyes.
Maybe... There was something new. Garou wasn't sure what. And not like he wanted to know either. In any case, he had to go change soon. Tito. New roommate. He couldn't wait. He needed something new in his life, honestly.
Tito is right.
He checked the clock. Just one hour and thirty minutes. That's going to pass by quickly.
He poured himself some soda and took a sip. It was unusually busy today.
"Hey! Excuse me, the toilet's clogged"
Awh, shit...
Garou didn't need to turn around to know who that voice belonged to.
He turned around and met Metal Bat's eyes. "Could ya check it out...?"
Garou sighed, took his cap off, dragged a hand down his face, ruffled his hair, put the cap back on and muttered "sure" while walking to men's restroom. With specific someone following him behind his back. Was this going to be some sort of a joke? Was he going to try and pick a fight with Garou?
He had no idea, honestly. Maybe the toilet was actually clogged. Maybe he was just imagining everything.
But the door behind him closed, and the lock was twisted.
Or, maybe not.
He managed to turn halfway when the hero pushed him in the wooden part between toilet cabin doors. It hurt a bit more than he expected. Damn. He should really gain his weight back.
Here it comes...
"What the hell is the meanin' of this?? Dipshit. First gym, now bar... Are ya followin' me???"
Garou was quiet.
In some sick, weird way he missed this. Missed fighting. Especially with this hero.
Badd's fists, holding the shirt, were digging in Garou's collarbone. It made Garou a bit more tired thinking about how he would need to iron this shirt again because it was crumpled thanks to this guy.
He wanted to punch him so, so bad.
But instead, he sighed quietly, and gently grabbed other's fists, bringing them down between their bodies.
"Well, meathead bat... If you haven't noticed yet, I'm working..."
He let go of other's hands, and the hero looked like he was going to yell something at him, but decided against it. He looked angry. Frustrated. Not being able to say anything back. And if it was Garou two years ago, he'd laugh in other's face and mock him. But because he was tortured by something called "insomnia" and "work" he couldn't quite get out a chuckle out of his body.
"You... Really workin'?"
"Mhm"
"And like... Not killin' yer coworkers or anythin'?"
"There's no reason to"
The hero looked surprised at that, but quickly brought his serious expression back. He folded his arms on his chest and thought about something. While seconds passed, Garou noticed small scars on other's face. His skin was more tanned, and it suited him a lot. He looked more... Mature. Garou guessed he also looked more mature.
I probably look depressed as shit.
Metal Bat was... Short. Well. He was also pretty good looking. The small cut on his upper lip suited him a lot as well. Garou had a huge one across his face. It was brutal and ugly. Not like Metal Bat's elegant one, decorating him so perfectly.
Garou was overall more uglier. Not by appearance. By something else. Soul, maybe. Badd radiated pure honesty and determination. It was nice to see he still had his spark.
Compared to me.
"Shit... I went to the interview yesterday! Before I saw ya! I wanted to work there!!"
Garou raised his hand. "Fear not, meathead. I already quit"
"What?". He genuinely looked concerned. What a joke.
"What you heard... I quit today. So work there in peace"
"Seriously?". Garou sighed. He was too tired to convince him. "Alright. Then... Great"
"Mhm"
And then that awkward silence. Both deciding if they should say something or not. Keep it professional or not.
Maybe it was best to just leave and forget about this conversation.
"Did you quit because of me?"
"Huh?". Garou was ready to leave. But now that hero continued the conversation, keeping him there. "No... I didn't know you were gonna join"
"Okay, then"
"... -o much..."
"Hm?"
"Too much. I decided it was too much. Two jobs"
God, why am I telling him of all the people this kind of stuff??
"Oh... Yeah... Understandable"
"... Mm"
"It's probably for the best, really. Ya don't look good"
"You do"
Garou didn't quite understand what those words sounded like. He was still sleep deprived and really just said whatever came to his mind. He stopped caring. About a lot of things. Saying things he thought about other people was one of them.
"Uh.. Thanks?"
"No problem. Can I go now?"
"Oh uh.. Of course. Yeah"
"No clogged toilet either?"
"No, no clogged toilet"
The hero looked like he was experiencing shell shock. Was it something that Garou said? He wasn't sure. Not like he cared either. He wanted to go change and leave.
Though he still had half an hour. And he still had to pack... But it was fine. It was worth it. He trusted Tito.
And talking about Tito, he was sitting at the table on the tall chair talking to the other coworker. His name was Oliver. He was a good guy. Garou was pretty sure Daniela had a crush on him, but he couldn't quite prove it yet.
Oliver caught the asshole that tried to spike Daniela's drink once. After that Daniela started working here and they got along very well. Like very well.
I'll ask her about it later.
"Hey man", Garou greeted, and Oliver shook hands with him.
"Hey! How are you man?"
"Pretty good, actually"
"You told me you were doing the same as usual!!", they heard Daniela complain, but ignored her.
"I quit the gym today"
"Oh shit. Finally. Glad for you man"
"Thanks. How about you?"
"Mhmm..."
Oliver was the one to teach Garou about everything on the first day. Even though Garou didn't like getting friends, he didn't mind Oliver being his friend. He was younger, sure, but he was surprisingly mature, and Garou liked that. It was easier to talk to him.
"I'm good. My parents got together recently"
"Damn. That's good right?"
"Yes. Well, if it goes well, that is. I just feel like they both miss each other and decided to stop pretending. Be real with each other. It's nice to see them have fun again"
"I'm glad you're doing better, then"
Oliver let out a chuckle. "What's up with you, unc? You're not this kind usually"
"I'm only three years older than you, so watch your mouth"
"Haha! Okay, sure, unc"
Garou gave him a glare, but couldn't resist smiling. Oliver sometimes reminded him of Tareo, which could be one of the reasons why he liked being around him. "I actually talked to a S-class hero some minutes ago"
"What?? You're joking right"
"No. Sadly. Wasn't my idea"
"What the fuck??", he hissed and looked around the bar, trying to find the one who Garou was talking about. "Which one was it?"
"Meathead bat"
"You mean Metal Bat?"
"Ah yes. Yes. Of course"
I got too used to calling him meathead bat.
"I see him! Wow!"
"Is he your favorite?"
"Well, no, King is my number one. But Metal Bat is great. I would love him sign something"
"Well, this is your chance". He started cleaning the counter since there was nothing else to do. While at it, also checked the clock. Not long anymore. Then he'll get to sleep.
"No, I'm too shy"
Garou rolled his eyes. "Stop with that bullshit, man. Grab your balls and go. He's not gonna bite you"
"No, but... He's with his friends having fun. I don't want to bother him"
"Oliver. He's human just like you"
"No. Not today. Maybe some other time..."
"... Alright, then"
"I wish I had balls"
"What?"
"Nothing..."
"You mean enough balls?"
"Uh... Kind of"
"What? You don't have balls?"
At that, Oliver turned his head and rubbed his neck.
What the fuck? Is this dude... Not a dude?? It's not like I'm totally new to this, but...
"Are you–"
"Yes". Oliver said before Garou could've asked. "Yes I am". Maybe he was too used to that question. To be expected. He must be tired hearing the same thing over and over again.
"Pretty neat. I never ever suspected"
"For real??", his face lit up.
"Yeah". Garou's mouth pulled into a smile. "Yeah you're good. Impressive, to be honest"
"Haha! Thanks! It took me six years"
"I see". Garou leaned his palms on the counter and put the upper body weight on them. It made his back crack in the good places. Maybe he is close to the uncle status after all. "You should tell Daniela though"
Oliver's face turned red. "Wh-"
"Yes she likes you. You never noticed?"
"No.... But how did you–"
"You have those same eyes idiot. You're totally balls deep in love. And she is too"
"You really think so?"
Garou let out an annoyed sigh, which Oliver took as a "yes", and didn't say anything else. Just smiled to himself with those pinkish cheeks.
Look at him, all giddy.
Garou noticed he was also smiling a bit and reminded himself to drop it and get serious. He was no love expert. It was just something he noticed.
But... It made Oliver very happy. And it felt good to make someone feel happy. Was it the right thing to do, though? Maybe Daniela doesn't actually like him.
"You think she would accept me as I am?", Garou suddenly heard, and suddenly Oliver wasn't giddy anymore. He was scared.
He grabbed other by the shoulders and talked straight to his face. "Oliver. I've never met anyone as accepting as Daniela. If she hurts you, I got your back. I still owe you from that one time"
"What time?"
"When you saved my ass from that one customer. I was really ready to bust his face in"
"Ooohh... Okay. Thanks man"
"Mhm". He gave one good slap on Oliver's shoulder and he complained about his hand being "too heavy", to which Garou responded with "exercise more". By then Tito walked to them and told Garou to immediately go now. Apparently he worked a bit overtime.
Just out of curiosity he glanced to the table where Metal Bat and his friends sat some time ago, but Daniela was already wiping it. They had left. Garou didn't even notice when.
Really all he was thinking about was Badd. That damn hero and his damn perfect skin. His pretty little face.
Tsk... That moron...
Okay. It wasn't THAT bad seeing him. If anything it was pretty interesting. Probably wouldn't do it again though.
"Niño, what are you thinking about now?"
They were in the car now, on their way to Garou's place.
"Oh, uh...". About the encounter with that hero. But he didn't really want to talk about it. "Today was an interesting day"
"Sí. You quit your job"
"Mhm..."
"Are you sad you did?"
He thought about it. Kept his eyes moving from one building to another. It started raining a little bit, and the tiny drops slowly moved sideways. "No. I'm glad I quit"
"Me and Valentina are glad as well. You really need more rest days". They stopped at a red light.
Garou turned his head at Tito. "No, it's fine. I can do the five days a week"
"Ohh, want to be like Tito, huh?", he teased, but it didn't work. Garou would be glad to be like Tito. Everyone liked Tito. He was kind and caring. "Well, if you're so sure, then of course. But if you feel like you need a bit more free days just let us know, okay? We don't want an overworked kid doing overtime"
"I'm twenty-two"
"Still a kid in our eyes"
Garou smiled a bit. A smirk that was barely visible. That could be hidden well. "Alright"
"Great!! Tomorrow you have a day off. You can also take the day after tomorrow off as well. No problem with that. If you feel like coming, do come. You listen to your body and choose. Me and Valentina will be happy when you'll be happy"
"I'm already fine"
"Fine is not happy!! It's not enough"
"Okay okay"
"Mhmm..."
It was raining a bit more now. But they were already turning to the parking lot, where Tito left his car, and walked inside with Garou.
"I will check your ceiling"
"Okay"
Well, the ceiling was way worse than Tito expected it to be.
While Garou packed, the neighbor dog barked loudly non stop, and the neighbors on the other side were yelling and laughing loudly.
"Is it like this all the time?"
"Yes"
"Ay caramba... How did you live here for a whole year??"
"Two years"
"DOS AÑOS"
Garou chuckled from the other room while still packing. "Yes", he said. And Tito yelled something in Spanish some more, which made Garou laugh more.
He stared at his pretty much empty closet, thinking if he took everything or not.
As long as he had keys, charger, wallet and his phone he would be fine. Clothes he had as well, so, that was it, then. Documents were already packed. Toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant... Yeah. He was ready.
He won't miss this place.
"I'm ready, Tito". He threw the bag over his shoulder and they walked outside.
"The dog already pisses me off and I haven't been here for half an hour..."
"Yeah, it is annoying. The neighbors are pretty lazy with it. I saw them outside with the dog maybe twice in two years I've lived here"
"That's no bueno. Abuse is what it is"
"Mm... Apparently they're moving out soon, though. And giving the dog away"
"For free?"
"Yeah"
"Ay, take it niño"
"No. I'm good"
"Don't like dogs?"
"I've listened to him barking enough already"
"Mm... Understandable"
"Does... My new roommate have any pets?"
"Not that I know of. Don't worry. His place is very very quiet. The neighbors there are old. Very old"
"Sounds heavenly"
Tito let out a laugh. "It does. But your own house is way better. Apartment? Mm... No". He shook his head.
Garou had to agree. This was hell. "Where does he live?"
"Apartment, but as I said it's very quiet there"
Well, Garou just had to hope that was true. And Tito was 99% of the time right about everything. So he trusted him.
The ride there was interesting. He was in a place he's never been to, but it was a pretty place. The buildings were beautiful and colorful. It was obvious, these apartments were expensive. But it was good. Maybe. Unless Garou had to pay for the rent as well. Which... Would make sense. But he also cherished the money he earned through hellish amount of hard work.
Then again, Mr. and Mrs. Tucci did raise his salary... Maybe it was going perfectly. Maybe he was overthinking again.
It was just trust issues, honestly. Whenever something good happened to Garou he was sure it was some sort of a joke. Now, when he quit the job he hated he'll get more money and he'll work at a perfect place with perfect people and sleep somewhere where the neighbors aren't loud?? Yeah. Feels like one tremendous joke. Like a prank, kind of.
Except it wasn't. Because Valentina and Tito would never lie to him about something like this.
It wasn't a dream when he walked inside the beautiful building either. Where it actually smelled good. Where the wall paint wasn't chipped, and where the halls weren't humid or cold. It was nicely warm, nicely lit, and it smelled like new.
It was so quiet, he felt it in his ears.
He followed Tito to the elevator while still looking everywhere around him. Shit. If he got used to this kind of a nice place, he would probably never want to return to that shithole he lived in. Hopefully his roommate was nice at least.
"Do you like it here, niño?"
"Yes. Very much. It's nice here"
"It really is"
The elevator was smooth, all the buttons were lit and worked well. Was he in heaven?? Did he actually deserve this? Was this normal for other people?
I feel like some caveman...
Then they walked out, moved through a hallway, turned right, and Tito stopped. He turned his face at Garou. He was so relaxed!! Why was he so relaxed!!! Garou felt like his damn heart was going to burst out of his chest at any moment now. He was so fucking nervous. He didn't remember the last time he felt this way.
"Well, are ya ready?"
"No. I mean. Yeah?"
No the fuck not. He was not ready at all. Maybe it was a bad idea.
His stomach felt like it was a void. Just simply bottomless space. His legs were a bit weak and he considered running away.
"Tito maybe I should just–"
But he rang the bell then and Garou's heart dropped through all of the six floors beneath his feet. Fucking fuckity fuck.
He turned to leave but Tito grabbed him by the bag and didn't let him go anywhere.
Shitttt..... This was the most gut wrenching thing ever. Slashing monsters was way easier!! He hated meeting new people especially like this where he had to wait and listen to the footsteps approaching the door on the other side and twist the lock and creak it open and
WHAT THE FUCK!!!
Son of a bitch Tito!!!
Metal Bat and Garou were looking at each other, both unable to say anything.
"Hello Badd! Long time no see. Here's the boy I was talking to you about. This is Ganpon. Ganpon, this is Badd. Who you might know already"
Okay, so... He doesn't know that meathead bat knows me. Fuck!! I knew it was too perfect to be true. There HAD to be some kind of a trap.
"May we come in?"
What!! No! Wait!
But Tito was already pulling Garou inside. And closed the door behind them.
It is too late to say I'm against this?
They locked eyes and, well... Metal Bat really had that murderous look in his glare, to say the least.
Yeah no I'm fucked.
"How are you?", Tito asked while smiling, and Badd finally seemed to snap out of it.
"I'm...", his eyes quickly glanced at Garou then back at the other man. "Great...."
Oh he was furious.
"That's amazing to hear!! Well, niño, I'll leave you here now. It's pretty late, and Valentina told me to be home before she's done making dinner. So, I wish you two a goodnight, and see you later! Buenas noches!"
"Yeah... Goodnight...", Badd muttered without taking his eyes off Garou, and just like that, Tito left. Leaving the two completely alone.
The awkward silence was filled with clock ticking somewhere, and Garou was really considering how he would get back to his place. It was really late and his shithole of a home was far away.
"... Hi?", Garou tried.
"Hi? Hi?? Motherfucker..."
"I had no idea it was gonna be you either, jackass! So it sure ain't my fault"
The hero sighed and looked away for some time. "... Well. Take yer shoes off and come in, I guess"
Garou sighed this time. "I'll leave now", he said and grabbed the door handle, but the other yelled "Wait!!", so he waited.
He raised an eyebrow at other. "If... Yer not gonna kill me in the middle of the night, I'm fine with you stayin' here"
"... You serious?"
"Well, yeah", Badd threw his hands in the air and let them fall to his sides. "... Yer already here... And it's rainin' pretty hard outside. Ya gonna leave later anyway, right?"
"When my ceiling is fixed, yes"
"Well, then, no objections"
Garou was kind of shocked, but he was also extremely tired. So, he didn't fight it. He didn't want to argue. If Badd really had nothing against Garou staying at his apartment (which sounds kind of insane), then he was good.
He let his hand drop from the handle and he took his shoes off, then followed the other to a room.
It was so strange. This felt like some fever dream. Was he dreaming?
"This is gonna be your room now. My room is right next to the kitchen there in the opposite direction", he showed with his arm, which moved back to Garou's room. "Air mattress. For you. And... Closet"
Garou checked out the closet. It was empty. He figured the hero emptied it for him.
Oh how much stuff he did for Garou not knowing it was going to be Garou. It was amusing and funny and if this happened to Garou two years ago, he would've made fun of the hero, make him eat his own shit and call him his "servant", but since he wasn't the same Garou as two years ago, he only said "Thank you", and dropped his bag to unpack it.
Even the hero seemed a bit shocked at that. He stood in the doorway with arms crossed on his chest, not moving. And as if Garou had eyes on the back of his head, he told him, "if you're expecting me to say anything else, you can leave, because I'm not going to"
But the hero didn't leave.
Garou was halfway done unpacking when he stopped, stood up and made eye contact. "What??"
"Nothin'..."
"I feel like some fucking monkey in a zoo right now. What are you staring for?"
"I don't know, I just... You serious about not killin' me?". Garou groaned and rolled his eyes. Was this the reason he stood there this whole time? Seriously?? "No, jackass. Of course I have nothing else to do than to fucking murder a person that gave me a nice room while my apartment is getting fixed"
But the hero looked a bit startled. It was to be expected. Garou was a monster, after all.
He sighed and continued placing his clothes in the closet. "Relax, Badd. I have no interest in that stuff anymore. I retired from... Hunting heroes"
"How do you know my name?"
"Tito"
"Oh. Shit. What else did he tell you?"
"Nothing special... Just that he and Valentina knew you when you lived next to them"
Garou figured it was best to leave out the intimate parts about his parents.
"Valentina... Haven't seen her for a while". Badd rubbed his upper arm. "How.... Is she?"
"Scary. She's scary but lovely. It's hard not to like her and Tito"
Badd let out a chuckle and smiled a bit. "Yeah.. That's true"
"They really miss you"
The hero didn't say anything. So Garou kept unpacking.
"Yeah, I... Today was the first time I saw them in a long while, actually"
"For real?"
"Yeah"
"... That's a long ass time"
"I know it's just", he threw his arms up and let them fall down. "Just, busy. With the Hero Association and all that"
"Mhm. Can I go?"
"Hm?"
"Shower"
"Oh. Yeah"
Badd walked to the bathroom and Garou followed. He showed how the shower worked, where the toothpaste was, he even laid the clean towels ready for Garou.
But Garou just couldn't stop thinking about the fact that if Badd knew it was him, he would never try this hard. Or be this kind. He's pretty sure he's being this nice only because of Tito.
That didn't matter. It was whatever. As long as he got a place where to sleep, he was good.
"Just throw your towel on the drying rack"
"Okay"
Badd closed the door, and Garou locked it.
This was definitely going to be an interesting experience