By the following morning, Souseiki was in her school uniform once again and sitting in class. Her teeth lightly bit at the end of her eraser as she stared at a worksheet. The numbers were starting to bore her after three mere problems. A sigh escaped her lips as she looked up and around the classroom to see everyone with their heads bowed and looking at their own worksheets. Her eyes then wandered to the classroom's window. The tree's leaves slowly floated to the ground and birds fluttered from one branch to the next. It was a beautiful day.

That serene feeling was short-lived as she felt the atmosphere quickly turn dark. Souseiki felt the hair on the back of her neck rise. All she could think was that someone was staring at her. The brunette's eyes fluttered around the room, but again she saw everyone staring at their work. Again, her eyes scanned outside and saw nothing wrong. Relief washed over her as the feeling left, and she soon returned to working on her math problems.

Once the student body was dismissed for the day, Souseiki began gathering her items and setting them inside her backpack. That itching feeling that someone was closely watching her earlier returned off and on throughout the day, but she never caught sight of who could have been keeping tabs on her. The possible culprits rushed through her mind, but maybe it was just her imagination. She was boring after all and so was her quirk. She swore there was nothing interesting; henceforth, no one would be trying to make heads or tails about her life.

This thought process continued on as she walked out of the school's building. Her friends were long gone and all she could think of to do was take the long way home once again. Obviously, a different route this time. She knew there was no need to walk through that side of town when all it brought her was unwanted trouble. The new plan was to start walking through the crowded city. Hopefully, a cute cafe or window shopping would ease her mind after the long school day.

Stepping into downtown, Souseiki inhaled deeply and gave a grateful exhale. The air downtown always smelt like a fresh bakery. The aroma wafted into her nostrils and stayed there. It was exhilarating. If she had the time, and the stomach, the brunette would have spent her entire day walking from bakery to bakery in an attempt to taste every pastry there was.

Here it was crowded, especially around these hours. The place seemed to have been invaded by teenagers who had nothing better to do, so here they were. It would have been a normal day and a normal time if villains didn't exist. Normal was now the fact that any pedestrian could violently be pulled by the collar into an empty street.

The man's screech rang through the streets, causing everyone's ears to perk up and heroes to spring into action. Mrs. Yabe's advice spun in the teenager's brain like a broken record. She held onto her book bag's strap tightly and watched the crowd form. Her quirk could help, but would that be considered meddling with a case? Souseiki took a step forward to join the commotion. Depending on the hero that had arrived maybe her presence could be of some use. Despite willing her body to move forward, someone seemed to have different plans. Slender fingers wrapped around her wrist and pulled her back. She let out a soft yelp as her back met with a person's torso and an arm wrapped around her waist. She looked back surprised at the sight. Behind her stood the teenage boy with blue tresses. The dismembered hands he had before were absent this time around. Souseiki eyed his chapped lips as they parted, "Don't scream," he muttered.

"I wasn't going to," she replied looking down at the hand wrapped around her. One finger was raised as the rest harshly gripped onto her skin. "Let go…please," Souseiki cursed at herself as her voice left her. She needed it to sound more confident in this kind of situation!

The teenager spun around so he was holding her arm behind her back. A groan came from the girl as he shoved her, "We're going to chat for a bit," he assured as they turned into the city's back streets.

The young Yabe trudged forward slowly with her nose high in the air in an attempt to come off as confident and brave. Her brown eyes darted from left to right to find a way out, but all around were mere walls and large dumpsters. A thought crossed her mind though if she were to stop suddenly maybe that would stun him. Scenarios from slapping him to kicking him between the legs flashed in her mind's eye, yet she couldn't muster the courage. Doubt walked in after every possible outcome. Maybe she'd miss or she wasn't strong enough. Maybe any second would be too late and a buddy would appear to help him. Yet following doubt was her mother's angry shouts, "What the hell are you doing?! Fight! Be a hero!" The words echoed as she rolled her bottom lip between her teeth.

Souseiki quickly stepped back into a squat and jabbed her shoulder into his stomach. With the little energy she had stored in her, Souseiki rolled him into the asphalt. Such a move; however, caused her to fall beside him. Both lay in the alley panting through the pain. Slowly, Souseiki peeled her eyes open and dropped her head to the side. There next to her was the blue-haired boy carefully pushing himself off the ground. Seeing such recovery, she scrambled to her feet, yet she didn't run. If he could quickly get up from that meek assault, then he'd be able to get to her in no time. She wasn't too keen on how far his quirk could travel, so it was better to keep him in her bubble rather than runoff. So Souseiki watched as he stood up. "We can talk right here," she blurted as she adjusted her school bag on her shoulder. "You can't kill me, okay? You already tried and it didn't work!"

"Don't be so loud," he rasped out. "I'm just looking for an explanation. Nothing too deep."

The brunette's eyes quickly set in a glare as he lifted his arm high in the air, but they eased once his arm landed on the back of his head. "Who are you?" Maybe knowing his name would give her an edge. If anything were to happen then maybe she could do a bit of research. Better yet, alert the right authorities. "What's your name, damn it!" Souseiki insisted when a reply wasn't given fast enough.

A sigh escaped his lips as his own eyes narrowed "Shigaraki. Look, I just want to know more about your quirk."

Souseiki's muscles eased at the explanation. "Is that it?" She asked rather nonchalantly. It was as if she hadn't just been dragged into the alley by a man she saw murder someone the day before. "You could have asked that without all…this," she said moving her arms around to gesture at their current situation.

Shigaraki laughed and took a step forward, "You saw me obliterate someone the other day. Something told me you wouldn't just willingly stop and have a short chat with me,"

Something in her brain finally connected yesterday and right now because a frown instantly pulled her lips down as she nodded in agreement, "That is true."

"You didn't tell anyone about what you saw. Why?" He asked her out of curiousity.

Souseiki stiffened and seeing such body language he raised a brow. Under such a bold statement she became a stuttering mess, "But how would… There's no way-" she tripped over her words and watched as the man raised his shoulders and let them fall. She knew deep down in her gut that someone was watching her the entire morning, but she dismissed it as paranoia, but here stood the stalker of the hour.

Shigaraki let out another sigh, "Watching you isn't exactly the worst thing I've done in the past few days. So are you going to answer the question or not?" he deadpanned.

Before the conversation could be continued a large explosion was heard from behind Souseiki. The trouble that had occurred early popped into their heads as Souseiki whipped around to see fire and smoke. Her dark eyes scanned the area in fear, "What's going on?" She mumbled as she took a step back closer to Shigaraki.

A series of explosions soon followed and were quickly heading in their direction. Shigaraki, with haste, reached for the brunette's arm and began dragging her along through the alleys. It had taken Souseiki a few steps before she began to run at his side. Death felt imminent as they rounded corners and the explosions just kept getting closer. Souseiki kept looking back and wishing she could call for a hero, but that would be of no help. If a hero did decide to come anywhere close to them they would be in the same boat. "Keep up!" Shouted Shigaraki as he yanked her closer.

"Do you have any idea where we're going?" Shouted the girl over the ear-splitting explosions. Due to the detonations, the question didn't seem to reach him but was answered as he turned a corner. There they faced a cellar door. He pulled the hatch open and dragged her down before closing it behind them. The explosions could be heard in the dark and the light from it seeped through the cracks.

"We should be safe here while it eases out," he muttered as he flicked the lights on. He looked to Souseiki as she tried to catch her breath, then his eyes flickered down to his hand holding onto her wrist with his index finger still raised so it wouldn't touch her. "Your quirk," he said breaking the silence.

"Hm?" Souseiki said once her breathing evened out. She looked to him and saw his attention on their hands. "You hold things funny," she voiced. "But I'm guessing it has to do with your quirk," Souseiki reached for his hand and put his finger down so all five digits were grasping her wrist. "Nothings going to happen whether you want it to or not," she stated as he looked up and into her brown eyes.

Shigaraki gestured Souseiki to turn around. In doing so she was met with a fully furnished room. For a cellar, it seemed quite well taken care of. The walls were a pretty champagne white while decorated in picture frames that showcased an assortment of family pictures. In the center of the room was a coffee table and two gray love seats on opposite ends. Souseiki walked towards the couch and sat down while Shigaraki sat on the opposite one facing her. "So you have an erasing quirk like Eraserhead?" He asked leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees.

With the shake of her head, she responded, "Yes and no?" in the form of a question, prompting the red-eyed boy to raise an eyebrow in question. "Eraserhead can choose who's quirk he can erase from a good distance. I can't do that. You have to be near me in order for your quirk to erase. Then there's the matter that he can't erase a quirk that physically changes a person while I can," she said in one breath. "Because of the last part, I like to say my quirk reverts a human back to "normal" as some may call it. You know, a simple primate."

"That's interesting. So right now I-"

Souseiki hummed and shook her head again, "Yep, can't use your quirk." She got up and walked back to the entrance of the cellar. "From there you can," Her hand rifled through her bag and tossed him and eraser. The second he caught it he opened his palm to let the ash fall to the ground. The brunette looked up to the entrance, then back to him, "So is that all, Shigaraki?"

"Your name," he demanded as he kept his gaze on her.

A smile crept onto her lips as she shrugged, "Souseiki. Pleased to meet you, villain."