"Why would you do that?" Quivered her voice.

Shigaraki stared back at her and tilted his head, "Huh?" He genuinely didn't know what she was on about.

With eyes closed, she let out a sigh to settle her nerves. All while she chanted a small encouraging mantra to herself, Shigaraki stared at her. When a quick response wasn't given he always seemed to reach a point of anger, but such an emotion didn't reach him this time around. Watching Souseiki try to calm herself seemed to bring him a slice of peace. It was oddly satisfying watching the girl try to ease herself into a more halcyon state of mind. Finally, she opened her eyes, a determined shine reflecting in them this time. "Why would you go to the trouble of making people believe I'm dead?" She asked as if it was something she had been reciting in her head this entire time.

The tranquil atmosphere that held him mere seconds ago vanished into thin air when those words were spoken. A confused expression now darkened his face. "You don't like your family," he deadpanned. This was a known fact to him. Souseiki Yabe had an account under the handle QuirklessLeech on a website dedicated to posting rants and anonymously leaving secrets. The majority of her posts were about her mother's nagging, her father's lack of presence and parental guidance, then her brothers' narcissistic personalities. Wouldn't she want to get away from such a household?

Souseiki's features stiffened, her eyes ran over his face, then his eyes as if she were in search of a telltale. Surely he had to be joking with her. What she questioned most of all was his source, but at the moment that didn't much matter. "Shigaraki," the addressed male stiffened at the sound of his name, "People hate things!" She said a little louder as she threw her hands in the air exasperated. "I hate school, but I'm not going to blow up the entire building. I hate the way my friends' chew their food with their mouths open, but I'm not going to rip their jaws out." She said in one quick breath. Souseiki took another deep breath afterward to calm down, "My parents are too much and my brothers are the crowned kings of assholes, but I love the-"

"Is that why you wrote: "Fuck, my dad's such a self-absorbed sack of shit. I get it you're a fucking spandex-wearing hero with an entire tree trunk stuck up your ass. That's no reason to attack every single thing you see me do. It would be so satisfying to rip his vocal-chords out and strangle him with them." Doesn't sound very loving of you," spoke Kurogiri with a phone in one hand.

Shigaraki felt laughter shake his body, but didn't let it surface as he watched those soft brown eyes turn into the size of flying saucers. His red ones then gazed at the way she opened and closed her mouth. Small, incoherent words started, then stopped themselves from continuing. It reminded him of pausing and unpausing a video game really fast. He watched on and soon a grin was tugging at his lips as he finally heard her find some words, "That wasn't me!"

Kurogiri cleared his throat and read out loud the following post, "Stop stop stop breathing. For Christ's sake, drop dead right now. Why wasn't I born with a quirk that could make that happen right now? I loathe this bitch." The misty figure looked up and stared into those wide eyes, "That was posted the next day."

"I'm starting to like this," mused Shigaraki as he rested his head on the back of his hand. The grin widening as he looked to Souseiki with such dark eyes. "That hatred really does run deep," he cooed.

"You're making something out of nothing. Those aren't even mine." She said with her nose held high, but such faux confidence never reached her eyes.

Kurogiri held up the cellphone to reveal to Souseiki that it was, in fact, hers and had the webpage pulled up with her account already logged in. "It wasn't actually lost in the accident," he said teasingly.

Souseiki's hands quickly became clammy as she looked to the floor in shame, "Okay, obviously that's me, but I'm…if you see they're not too crazy often."

"Just every day. Maybe eighteen hours between each," Kurogiri pointed out.

"Let me finish," she huffed with narrowed eyes, "I've obviously never acted out on such emotions," She tried reasoning with the two, but even though the information reached their ears they didn't believe she wouldn't act on the emotions eventually. All she needed was to merely find the courage to do such a thing. It was like sucking up all your courage to confess to a crush. This was no different than that.

Shigaraki sat up straight, "You can go then," he said. The smile remained and his voice did not waver. This was him giving her permission to do as she wanted. "Souseiki, you aren't a prisoner,"

The room filled with silence as the two stared at one another. "I'm not?" She blurted. In response, Shigaraki nodded. "What do I tell everyone?"

Maybe asking for advice from the two wasn't the greatest idea, "You're good at not talking," said the blue-haired teen. "There's the door," he said as he turned his back to her.

Souseiki nodded and turned on her heel towards the door. While on the way she yanked a jacket off the coat hanger and walked out. "Souseiki took your jacket." Kurogiri said the second the door shut, "Should I-?"

"She'll be back," he replied as he caressed a clean glass before him.

Down the block, Souseiki clung the jacket tighter to her body with every gust of wind that hit her. The night was cold and stung at her bruised skin as she walked along. The unfortunate really was the fact that she had no idea where in the city she was. Souseiki had half a mind to turn tail and ask for her phone back, or the very least directions, but what little pride she had left amongst her embarrassment would not allow her to do so. The brunette sucked teeth annoyed that those two had gotten to her phone.

No.

She was infuriated that she never thought to log out of that webpage. What if an actual hero had come to her rescue and her phone went into an evidence locker to be looked into. Her life would then surely be over if such confessions came to light.

While lost in her own little world, she failed to realize that she had stumbled upon a main road until she bumped into another body. "Watch your step, kid," Sneered an older woman without giving her a second glance.

"Bitch," Souseiki replied under her breath. There was something about adults that made her irritated. Maybe it was the way their voice took a condescending tone when they spoke to her, or maybe it was the way they held themselves with such pride just because they had a few wrinkles around their eyes. Even if this hatred existed, she had to suck it up at the moment, "Sorry, but do you know where the Musutafu Shopping Center is?" Souseiki asked bittersweetly.

She was sure a response would be given, but the one she received was far from expected, "Do I look like a GPS? Look it up, brat," snapped the woman once more before continuing her walk.

"An actual bitch," Souseiki muttered to herself again. With no sense of where she was going, she decided to walk along the main road I hoped of finding a place she recognized. Even a hero would be great, so she could get some actual directions.

Half an hour went by and she finally reached the center of town. With the luck of the unfortunate, Souseiki trudged through the shopping center with sore feet. There was still yellow tape surrounding the corner of the center that was a one-sided battle. The rumble hadn't been cleaned up yet, but knowing the heroes like Cementoss and her father they would be on it the second they had clearing from the police department. Her father was always one to follow rules at work, but when it came to at home problems he was an entire one-man riot. God forbid she did not respond within a second of his calling or when asked to do something. He and her mother were a complete tag team. When she didn't get her way dad would step in and assert both of their authority. The two ran the household their way and anything but was defying them.

Souseiki remembers that she once asked to go to a party and was rejected. This prompted her to sneak out, but once home she got a harsh scolding from her mother, but it didn't end there. The next day her father took her out on a hike. On a deserted peak, he forced her to train, but all he did was maneuver the Earth so she would fall in deep pits. Souseiki then arrived home with bruised and bleeding limbs.

Such a punishment only happened once, yet it was imbedded into her memory and burned into her soul. Now her body was in the same state and it was all because of her spandex-wearing father. What a wonderful life.

From the shopping center on the walk was an entire breeze. She knew every corner from then on. When she finally reached her home she let out a sigh of relief. The lights were still on and she could hear the muffled noise from the television screen. Souseiki walked closer and peeked through the window to see if her mother was awake. By the grace of God, the woman was still up and kicking with the entire family beside her. They all intently watched the television screen. It was a replay of her mother arriving at the scene and her two brother's running up to her as reporters followed.

The room was quiet until they zoomed in on Mrs. Yabe, "Did you see that? They got a really good angle of my face there," she remarked.

One of her brothers, Seiichi, nodded and shifted his gaze to the oldest male in the room, "Do you think this will give us publicity?"

Souseiki's jaw tightened in disbelief, "What the actual fuck?" She hissed quietly as she heard the conversation continue.

"Any publicity is good, son. Souseiki seems to have finally done right by us," announced Hero Flux as he stood up. Seeing this, Souseiki quickly ducked under the window and sat on the grass breathing hard. "We'll be in the limelight for as long as this investigation goes. Don't bring shame to your names, your agency, or your family."

Her eldest brother, Yuu, replied with a strong, "Yes sir."

Their chatter soon died down and Souseiki stayed on the ground. Her teeth grinding against one another out of pure anger. If she hated her family before she loathed them now.