AN: Here's chapter two! I will try to update as often as possible. Please let me know if you enjoy, thanks!


"I'm taking you home with me. You're going to show them the mistake they made." Shigaraki got closer and reached out again. Shoko tensed, but didn't try to move away as he picked her up. She couldn't help the fear that he might disintegrate her still. However, as he stood, she was still intact, "I sent Kurogiri our location. So I won't have to carry you around all those abandoned warehouses."

Shigaraki carried Shoko out of the room. As she was brought into the light, her eyes hurt again. She wasn't used to all the light, after what she assumed had been about two weeks. She could see that there was a lot of dust on the ground. Had those been people? Her captors? She saw her own hands, thin and pale, and noticed how loose her uniform seemed on her body. She didn't know what the rest of her looked like, but she knew it was close to death. She closed her eyes and they hurt a lot less without all the light.

Suddenly, Shoko felt cold wash over her and tensed up. She opened her eyes and saw that they had just stepped through one of those portals that Shoko had seen them use at the USJ facility. As they walked through the portal, the light was more dim. Shoko didn't recognise the area, but it looked like a bar even though no one was there.

"Looks like Kurogiri's not here," Shigaraki said as he continued to carry the weak, starved, hero in training. He took her towards a hallway that led back. Shoko barely moved. For one thing, she was afraid that if she shifted too much, all five fingers might touch her. She also was being carried by someone who had never shown concern for anyone's life, even his own.

They reached a room, and Shigaraki opened the door while still holding Shoko. The light was flicked on, though it was just as dim as the rest of the bar. The room was small, and it wasn't very clean. There were a number of monitors, a video game system, and some books there. There was also a wall of newspaper clippings that looked like it belonged to a serial killer. Which it did.

Shigaraki set her down on the bed, and Shoko felt tension leave her body once his hands were off of her. She looked down at her legs and felt sick. She'd lost almost any fat she'd once had, and her muscles were almost gone. She knew she must smell terrible too. The abrasion was still painful and looked infected. She looked up at Shigaraki, who was searching for something in the mess of the room.

"Here." He handed her a bottle of apple juice, "You're gonna die if you don't start eating again."

Shoko took the bottle. Her distrust was hard to listen to, when she hadn't had anything other than water in at least two weeks. She opened it, and slowly began to drink. It almost tasted too sweet, but at the same time was the best juice she'd ever tasted.

"Stay here," Shigaraki said, before he left the room. Shoko watched him go. She continued to drink, trying not to go too fast. It was hard. She knew he hadn't saved her from the dark room out of kindness. He wanted to 'show them the mistake.' She reminded herself that, even if he was taking care of her now, he was no doubt only going to use her. He'd probably kill her if she tried to go against him.

Shoko soon found that she had finished the juice. She knew enough about starvation to know that she wouldn't be able to eat solid food again for a while. She didn't want to be trapped again, though. She didn't want to live in fear. Her father had abused her, but Shigaraki would kill her. There was no doubt in her mind about that.

Shigaraki soon entered the room, carrying some instant ramen. He handed it to Shoko with a spoon.

"I took the noodles out," He said, "You can't solid stuff again for a while. Doesn't that suck? As much as I'd love to treat you to something tasty... Well, vomit is gross."

Shoko hesitated, but then began to slowly eat the soup. She knew she'd die slowly if she refused help. Even if he was doing it for selfish reasons, she was in no position to refuse help. She didn't exactly have any pride to hold onto.

Shigaraki crossed the room towards a messy desk. He sat down in the chair, but turned so that he was looking at her. Shoko tried to ignore his stare as she ate.

"I wonder if they'll take you back," He said after some time. Shoko kept her gaze away and continued to slowly take spoonfuls of soup.

"They will," She said quietly.

"Maybe," He said, "I suppose your family will. Your father... Well, now that I think about it, any father would want their child back."

Shoko paused. He didn't know. Then again, it wasn't something anyone knew outside the family, aside from Midoriya. She began to wonder if her father would take her back.

He wouldn't.

She began to eat again. Shoko wouldn't have cared if it didn't mean he would probably try to obtain another heir. She knew that if she returned as she was, a weak, shell of the girl she'd once been, she would be a victim in the eyes of the public and unworthy in the eyes of her psychotic father. He would hurt her mother again, and she didn't want that to happen.

"Am I wrong?" Shigaraki's voice snapped her back into the moment.

Shoko looked at him, then shifted her gaze away.

"Well, something always felt... Off... To me about Endeavor," Shigaraki mused, "But of course, he's a hero, right?" He sighed, "Dunno... I just feel like he's... Not what he seems."

Silence.

"Do you disagree? Is he the upstanding hero everyone sees?"

"No," Shoko said, setting the now empty bowl on her lap, "He's not."

"Is that right?" Shigaraki stood and walked over again. He was standing in front of her, almost too close, "Now, why is that?"

"I don't... I don't want to talk about it."

There was more silence, before Shigaraki moved to sit down beside her. He reached out and Shoko instantly tensed. He pulled his hand away.

"You're so skittish," He said, "... What were they doing to you in there?"

"I... They left me alone." Shoko didn't even know who 'they' were, "I never saw anyone."

"You seem to get all scared when I try to touch you. Why?"

"You might kill me," She responded. She didn't know why he had to ask.

"Oh..." His tone seemed to change and Shoko was confused. Didn't he already realize she had every reason to be afriad? He wanted people to fear him, didn't he? "I've had this quirk since I was a child. My finger never slips unless I want it to. And if I wanted it to... Well, think about it, Todoroki. If I wanted you dead, I would have let my finger slip a while ago." He looked away for a moment, "Why don't you understand?"

Shoko looked at him. She remained still, but part of her began to wonder if she was jumping to conclusions too quickly. He had taken her out of there. He had saved her from starving to death in her own filth. He had given her food.

"I'm sorry," She mumbled, "I just..." She trailed off.

"We're not enemies anymore, Todoroki. I told you, I have a soft spot for people like you. People who have been abandoned or left to die." Shigaraki reached out again, and this time, Shoko didn't make an attempt to get out of the way. His fingers brushed against her tangled hair, and none of them slipped to disintegrate her, "I want to help you. And if you still want to return afterwards... I'll let you go."

Shoko remained still. She didn't think she could trust him. He could be lying to her. However, she didn't know what would happen if she refused. However, she knew she couldn't just escape. She had to take him at his word for the time being.

She gave a slight nod. His hand paused.

"... Perfect."