'Ugh.' I thought with a groan, as I face-planted into the textbook before me. 'Stupid fucking Kurogiri with his stupid fucking math.'
I hated math. Like really, really hated it. It was confusing, especially when it came to imaginary numbers. Like, what even are 'imaginary numbers'? And if they're imaginary, how are we doing way too difficult equations with them? I mean, seriously.
Although, as I picked my pencil back up and tried to redo this problem that I've failed to complete almost four times now, I know I shouldn't complain. I shouldn't even be getting an education. Because, as far as that bum handyman was concerned, I was less than the dirt underneath his nasty ass shoes. I didn't deserve an education.
But Kurogiri hadn't listened to him. He snuck the textbooks into the bar, anyways, and insisted that I learn something whenever Tomura was gone. In all honesty, it confused me; this man, he was supposed to be a villain. He's done some pretty questionable things (because murder is totally just questionable). I've seen the cruelty he can dish out. And yet, ever since I was sold to the League of Villains five years ago, ever since I was brought here- this man has done nothing but care for me.
I've come up with theories as to why, of course. Maybe he had a child of his own once, and that parental nature is still embedded into his bones- uh, warp gates? Or maybe it was simply because I was a child at all, and he had some sort of sympathy for me.
"Here, time to eat." His voice jolted me out of my thoughts, and math problem. And it brought me to the plate of cardboard he sat in front of me. Immediately, my nose wrinkled.
"Do I have to?" I mumbled, already reaching for one of the thick plain squares of gray mush. We both cringed when I took a bite, the weird food making a squish sound. I forced my jaw to work overtime to chew it up, swallowing with a shudder. "So gross..."
He reached over to pat my head. "It's the one thing I really can't persuade Tomura out of. Or sneak past him with. After all, he counts them at the end of the day."
I already knew this. The handyman was so insistent that I eat nothing but the mush, so insistent that, when he learned I purposefully missed a meal to get out of eating that garbage, he started counting them after I went to bed. Such a little shit...but don't tell him I said that!
"Kurogiri!" The door to the bar we resided in burst open, and a scowl immediately crossed my features. Speak of the devil.
Tomura strode in, his pale, wrinkly face in full sight. His chapped lips were pulled into what had to be a painful grin as he held up a vanilla folder. Kurogiri, acting fast, snatched the textbook and pencil from me before the handyman could see what I was up to, and I quickly snatched up another square of mush, eating it with a twisted face.
I hated it, yes, but because of whatever chemicals were in the mush, I was always hungry, so I never really complained about eating it...not too much, at least. But I still wondered if I'd ever have the delicious smelling triangles that Tomura has on occasion.
"That's it?" My friend-sash-keeper-slash-mentor questioned the man. If he had eyebrows, would they be raised whenever he asked a question? "That's what we've been looking for?"
"Yes!" Tomura giggled like a crazy little kid on Christmas. "He's teaching a class away from the main building tomorrow, and there's only going to be one other teacher!"
Ah. Project Kill the Symbol of Peace. Wolfing down another disgusting square, I put my elbow on the counter of the bar, resting my cheek in my hand as I studied the handyman.
"Do I still get to go, bossman?" I questioned with a tiny frown. I didn't want to kill anyone. Heck, I didn't even want to fight. But the opportunity to get out of this godforsaken bar was too huge to turn away from. It had been years since I had felt the sun on my face, or the wind in my hair. I think I missed it.
"Are you still wearing that dumbass necklace, scum?" Tomura shot back, rolling his eyes whenever my free hand immediately went to the cluster of rocks hanging in between my breasts.
"Yeah..."
"That's your answer." With a sneer, he turned back to Kurogiri, who had busied himself with making me a drink. No, not alcohol. Like always, it was vitamin water, but with a sweet flavor that reminded me of memories. Couldn't tell you which, though. When the voidy man handed me the tall glass, I hummed a thanks, grabbing another square and eating it up, then washing it down with the water.
"We leave early tomorrow." Tomura stated, "Make sure she's up and ready. And make sure she puts her arm on!"
Oh, right.
I think I forgot to mention that I only had one arm.
