"You know…stray cats, right? You want to help them, but you want to keep your distance. Because you don't want to scare them. So you leave out food and stuff. Eventually, they start to warm up to you a little bit and you can get closer. Except that this cat can disintegrate flesh." Hiyori tugged down her sleeve, hiding her scar again, and finished her drink, frowning when the glass was empty. "Sorry. What were we talking about?"
"I asked how you met Shigaraki." Compress was smiling behind his mask, amused by her weird tangent.
"Right, right. Tomura. Hm. Well, it was years ago. I'd been living on the street for a while…and I remember that it was sunny the day that I met him. But it started raining. It was one of those weird sun shower things. Those are so cool, you know? And this guy found me…sitting in an alley. I remember that he didn't really want me to see his face."
As she was talking, Kurogiri took her glass from her and replaced it with a small can of black coffee. She frowned, quirking a pale eyebrow, but his attention was soon back to the thin cat perched on the counter near him. Compress watched the exchange, still enjoying himself. He had expected her to be more timid, like when she was around Shigaraki, but she was being pleasantly talkative.
"Right. So anyway. This guy. He told me that he was looking for someone for a job. Said it would be easy and that I'd have a place to live and he'd pay me. He gave me a piece of paper with an address on it and when I went to the address, I saw Kurogiri-san and Tomura. And I remember…the first thing I said…"
"You asked if someone was burning trash while looking directly at me," Kurogiri finished. Despite the bizarre sentence, he seemed completely unfazed.
"And I asked if Tomura needed some moisturizer." Hiyori bowed her head and snickered. "Yeah. I remember."
"It sounds like you weren't thrilled to be here," Compress pointed out.
"I was…a delinquent. You could say. Living outside. Stinging people whenever I wanted. I was an evil, little brat." Hiyori's frown returned and she ran her fingers through her hair. I'm still…evil. Damn it. She glanced over at Compress and tried to guess what sort of face he might be making, but it was too difficult. "Yeah. Heh. Evil to the bone, huh?"
"You make a good caretaker," Kurogiri remarked.
Is he petting that cat? Hiyori pushed up her glasses and felt a smile tug at her lips. "You're warming up to her, huh?"
"She makes a good companion."
"Well, that's cool. She seems to really like you." She downed the rest of her coffee and stood, stretching her arms over her head. Her tail swayed to the side, the ends attempting to stretch as well. "It's been fun talking to you, Compress-san. But I have some reading to catch up on."
As she walked to her room, she paused just outside of the bar area and leaned against the wall. It's been a while since I ranted like that. It's also been a while since I talked about the day that I met Shigaraki. That day…I was pretty sure I'd die. He acted like he wanted me to just disappear. She turned to look at his door. It was closed. She knew that he was out, presumably on business for the League of Villains.
The pale-haired girl shook her head and turned toward her own room. I sort of wish that I'd gone with him. I don't like the thought of him being out by himself. He's not very good at social interaction. She reached her doorway and scowled. "What are you doing in my room? You're not supposed to be back here."
The dark-haired villain had his back to her, standing at the shelf across the room. When he looked over his shoulder, he seemed unfazed by her return. "Your room is pretty nerdy."
"Tch. What were you expecting? You keep calling me a nerd." Hiyori saw him reaching for something and moved quickly to intercept him. "Don't touch those!"
Dabi's hand paused inches away from the line of manga. "What?" He stared down at the girl now standing beside him, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. "Are you embarrassed?"
"Look. Just get out of my room. Okay? I…barely…tolerate Tomura being in here. And even then, I don't like it. This is mine."
"Huh. So you're the territorial type? That's kind of cute."
Heat rose to her cheeks and she bit the inside of her cheek. I'm far from cute, you stitched creep. Why is he staring like that? Wait a second! Her tails coiled around his leg as she suddenly found her balance thrown off and her back slamming into the wall. An arm leaned above her head, letting him lean down so his face was inches from hers. "What do you want anyway? I didn't even know that you were still here."
His intense, turquoise eyes were fixed upon her amber ones as he drew closer. "Don't pretend like you're not excited."
She smirked up at the young man now and reached up, threading a hand into his dark hair. Her nails sank into his scalp and she saw him wince. "Oh, yeah. Be still, my delicate maiden's heart!"
"You can try to be cute and sarcastic, but I see you blushing and I can feel your tails tightening around my leg. You like me."
"Yeah, so? What about it?" Her teeth sank into her lower lip as she felt his free hand on her thigh. Fingertips skimmed over her outer thigh, dipping shallowly beneath the hem of her skirt. Her stomach felt like it was doing flips and she narrowed her eyes upon him. "What's this? Trying to seduce me~?" To her surprise, he brought his lips down to her ear and nipped sharply. She tensed, a soft gasp leaving her.
"If I did it once, doing it a second time shouldn't be very hard." As he spoke, he drew his fingertips higher, pulling her skirt with them. "I like you."
"Don't say…something so embarrassing." Although, she could not deny the burning in her cheeks and the warmth spreading through her body. She felt his breath against her ear as he moved his hand, skimming his fingers over her inner thigh now. The girl's free hand grabbed onto his wrist, stopping him from getting too high. "W-wait."
"You keep making me wait." Dabi leaned back and the two glared at each for a long moment. "I'm getting kind of sick of waiting, Yori." Without another word, he covered her lips with his and closed the distance between them.
Her back pressed harder against the wall and she felt him pull his wrist out of her grip. Now he was gripping her wrist instead, pinning it over her head and pressing against her. The girl's tails tightened around his leg more and she placed her free hand to his chest, wedging it between them. She managed to push him back, but he twisted and sent her falling.
Hiyori landed on her bed, bouncing a little and then finding him braced over her. His legs straddled her hips, a hand planted at either side of her head. His face was just above hers and, though the stitches made it a little hard to tell, he seemed to smirking. Her heart was still racing from the kiss and the abrupt closeness of his body to hers.
Dabi's eyes widened a little when he felt a sharp pain at the back of his right knee. The girl beneath him started to become somewhat blurry, the colors fading from his vision. A look over his shoulder showed one of her stingers planted deep into his flesh, a hole freshly ripped in his pants. Looking back to her, he seemed more amused than angry. "You wouldn't give me a level two," he taunted.
"I'm not that evil," she muttered, turning her head to the side. Hiyori was glad when he moved back, but was a little frustrated to find him falling onto his back beside her on the bed. "What are you doing now?"
"That neurotoxin makes me tired. Just let me rest for a few minutes."
"Hm." She pushed herself to sit up just as another body fell onto the bed on her other side. When Toga grinned up at her, she managed a look of irritation. "This is a one person bed."
"What?! Tomura doesn't sleep with you?" the other girl exclaimed.
"…not every night…"
"Awww! You're so cute when you're embarrassed, Yori-chan! Your cheeks are getting so red! You're so in love with him, aren't you?!"
"He's…got his good points," she replied, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Hiyori looked to the doorway and sighed. He's still not back? She scratched at her wrist and felt a hand close around her arm. Her sleeve was pushed back and she winced as Toga excitedly took in the old marks on her arm.
"You've got a lot of scars, Yori-chan! Oooh! What's this long one from? It looks like someone tried to slit your wrist! Let me see your other arm, too!" She pushed up Hiyori's other sleeve, revealing the deep scar on her forearm from the Nomu bite and Shigaraki's touch. "Wow! This one is so pretty!"
My scars aren't pretty. And someone did try to slit my wrist. She pulled her arm away quickly. "Both of you. Out of my room." The pale-haired villain ushered them back into the bar and was met with the sight of Shigaraki at the counter. She took the seat beside him, shooting the other two a glare. "Welcome back."
"Why were you hanging out with those two again? Never mind. It doesn't matter." He nodded toward a strangely shaped bag that he had set on the counter. "You lost your capture weapon so I got you a new one. I can't have my support unprotected. You need to get close to use your quirk. I thought that you could use these."
Hiyori opened the bag and found a capture weapon almost identical to the one he had given her before, but the print on the cuffs was dragonfly-shaped instead of butterfly-shaped. She managed a smile. "Thank you."
He leaned over a little, staring at her closely. "There's something else." Shigaraki saw her pull out the two sheathed knives and began to grin. "Eraserhead has knives and he's basically an ambush fighter. Like a rogue. You should be a rogue, too. You can ambush them with your stingers and finish them off."
An ambush fighter? She nodded, examining a blade when she unsheathed it. Like Aizawa. That's sort of like his style. Sort of. She bit her lip and pushed the knife back into the sheath. "I'll be…the best villain that I can be."
This seemed to please him and he straightened a little in his seat. "I'm so excited. I want to see you use your new toys. What should I do? I really want to see it."
He wants to see me stab someone. He genuinely wants me to stab someone so he can watch. He really wants me to prove that I'm committed. She glanced over at Toga, who immediately grinned. "Alright…but can we bring Himiko-chan?"
"What? Why would you want to bring her?" He sighed in irritation. "Fine."
