Chapter Text
Kurogiri stopped suddenly, turning towards the staircase slowly. Magne, who had been speaking with him, was taken aback by the sudden change, and turned to look as well, but found only Himiko, standing at the bottom of the stairs and looking rather startled, almost frightened, to so suddenly be the center of attention.
"Is… something wrong?" she asked, her voice small, "Do I not —"
"Did you get a new perfume, by chance, Toga-chan?" Kurogiri rumbled, his fog swirling in a manner that made Magne think that perhaps he was pinching together his eyebrows.
"Do you not like it?" Himiko frowned, "I thought it was pretty subtle. It's lavender."
"No, no," Kurogiri cleared his throat and went back to wiping the bar counter, "It's lovely, really. It just smells very familiar, is all. I don't know why."
"Oh," Himiko brightened considerably, "Did you use to know someone that wore lavender perfume? Was she your girlfriend?" her voice lilted up to an excitable half-squeal on her last question.
"I cannot say," Kurogiri replied.
"Huh?"
"What do you mean by that, Kurogiri?" Magne inquired herself with a frown.
"Merely that," Kurogiri shrugged, "I cannot say. I have no memory from any part of my life before being here, raising Tomura Shigaraki. Perhaps I did know someone who wore lavender perfume. Perhaps she was my girlfriend. But I do not know, and so cannot say." and then he continued cleaning, as though he hadn't just said something that was, quite honestly, deeply disturbing.