Chapter 3 Saint Status

"I'll show you to your room," Hawks said, standing up and offering me a hand. I took it gratefully and allowed him to pull me into a standing position, though I still didn't dare leave the safety of the wall at my back.

"No! I will!" Toga chirped and bounced on her toes before skipping over to me and grabbing my hand.

She started pulling me away, down a dark hallway. Wait, that makes it sound bad, but it really wasn't. It was dark because of the dark wood paneling that made up the walls and the dark, crimson carpet. It did not help that the lights were dim. So it was dark, but it wasn't creepy or anything. But I was still freaked out. I was being led away from my only familiar source of comfort and he just let me go.

I looked over my shoulder at Hawks, and his response was to shrug. Can you believe that? He got me captured by the fucking League of Villains and just let little Miss Bloodthirsty pull me away toward what could very well be my demise.

Toga dragged me along to the end of the hallway, passing several closed doors along the way. She was surprisingly patient with me. She tugged me along, but not harshly, as I was going slow, trying to convey to Hawks with my eyes that he absolutely needed to come to my rescue. He ignored me. I don't know if that comforted me that he trusted me with Toga, or if it scared me even more that maybe he did not feel secure enough here to object. He seemed relaxed, but it does take a lot to rile him up.

Toga opened the last door on the right, and presented my room with her arms, gesturing for me to go in first. I obliged because I was too scared to disobey. I thought about running back through the hallway into the wide living room area, but maybe dealing with just Toga would be better than running full speed into a room full of villains.

My room was surprisingly average. There were no torture devices or restraints. There was a full-sized bed with fresh sheets and a dresser. Very minimalistic, but everything was in nice shape and very clean. It reminded me of a hotel room with how impersonal it was.

Toga waltzed over to the dresser and started pulling the drawers open. She pulled out her favorite clothes to show me, which was basically all of them, and bragged that she picked them out herself. How long had they been planning to take me exactly? This did not look promising.

"How did you know my size?" I asked as I stepped a little closer to see the clothes she was showing off, but was still mindful enough to keep my distance.

"Twice!" she laughed out. "He can do anything! I swear!"

"You called?" Twice abruptly said from the doorway. I'll admit that I jumped. I was uneasy and jittery and anxious. I think even if he gave ample warning, I still would have jumped.

"Show her what you can do!" Toga encouraged.

"Okay! Don't tell me what to do." Twice stepped toward me and held out his measuring tape, expertly and quickly measuring me, but being mindful not to touch me. Was that out of respect or was he wary of my quirk? Toga didn't seem to care when she grabbed my hand to pull me to my room. Before I knew it, I was standing next to a replica of myself. It really was impressive.

"Okay… I'll admit it. That is really cool," I concurred.

Toga shot a wink my way and Twice took a dramatic bow. I appreciated the friendliness, but was still very much aware that I was fraternizing with very dangerous individuals. They left soon after, and shut the door behind them, telling me to get acquainted with my room and that dinner would be served in about 3 hours.

As soon as they shut the door, I got down to business. I checked all of the drawers and the mattress and bed spring for anything useful, but I found nothing. There were two fiction novels on top of the dresser. I flipped through them, but found nothing in between the pages and no marks or highlighting spelling out a secret code. If anyone else had been held hostage in this room before me, they didn't leave anything helpful behind.

I flopped onto the bed after I had reassembled it and looked at the cuffs that enveloped my entire forearms. I saw a keyhole, but everything on the outside was smooth. The ridges of the hinge and the keyhole was the only thing that stood out. The technology must have been more obvious from the inside. It made total sense seeing that the whole purpose of the cuffs could be easily disabled if someone had easy access to the hardware. They were not underestimating me. There was nothing in the room that would even work as a makeshift pick to unlock the cuffs from my arms.

I looked to the door. Were they guarding it? I went and inspected the doorknob, and surprisingly noted that while there was a locking mechanism, it locked from my side instead of the outside. I guess it wasn't that big of a risk considering Kurogiri's quirk that made the door useless if I really wanted to keep them out and they really wanted to come in, but it still made me feel a little bit better. I cracked the door open and silently celebrated that the door was silent. I peaked out and no one was there, but I could hear muffled voices and movement from back down the hallway. I closed the door again, but didn't lock it. If it was a fluke, I didn't want to draw attention to it when it could come in handy later.

I looked all around the corners of the room, the knobs of the dresser, the bolts on the bedframe, and I didn't find any cameras or microphones. Were they underestimating me? I didn't think so, because there was really nothing I could use to my advantage except maybe the lock very briefly until Kurogiri made a portal directly into my room. Were they just conscientious of my privacy? By how many doors we passed to get to this room, it seemed plausible that they all lived here. I'm sure cohabiting with so many strong, clashing personalities would go a whole lot smoother with privacy, so maybe that was just part of the villain code of conduct?

I sat on the floor with my back against the bedframe, satisfied that I had thoroughly checked everything that I needed to check for, but disappointed that I didn't find anything useful. How much time had passed? I wonder if I asked nicely if they would allow me to have a clock in my room.

A/N: Next up, dinner with the League! Let's GOOOOOO!