By the next morning, when everyone had gone to work, Souseiki sauntered through the front door with the help of her house key. Everything seemed normal to her, "Why wouldn't it be normal?" She thought while she walked towards her bedroom. All she needed was some clothes, just a few so no one would suspect anything. A great plan that could have easily been executed, but some unknown force out there in the heavens wanted the brunette to really take in the fact that her family wanted to move on as quickly as possible. Souseiki stood stock still as if someone has used a freezing quirk on her. She stared into the empty room in disbelief. Her eyes scanned the area frantically as if staring long enough would bring back all her belongings within minutes, but all she felt was a headache coming on and a static noise irritating her ears. "Where the fuck is my stuff!" Souseiki venomously barked out.
If anyone other than her would walk in they would think no one ever occupied the room. It was spotless and free of furniture or any wall decorations. It seemed like a storage room that hadn't been used since the family moved in. The following hour the enraged girl spent her time rummaging through every closet and cupboard in the home. Even further investigation did not help her anger because she soon realized all traces of her had disappeared in a mere day. From her duvets to her favorite pink plate were nowhere to be found. Such a sight seemed as if she had never even existed in their lives. There was no mistaking that she was not wanted at all, so she went back and closed everything she had opened and out small items back in their place. She couldn't leave a trace of herself either, right?
With a frown etched onto her face, Souseiki walked out of the home and looked around the street, out of precaution, before making her way to the road she followed the night before. Her brain screamed at her to run as fast as she could, but forced herself to walk at an even pace. Doing such a thing would only attract attention to herself, this wasn't a street one would usually jog on.
A snicker broke past her lips as she walked along the road as she remembered her mom's words, "We love you, honey. We just think you could put in a little more effort." She always reassured her of such things and she never knew why. Now it was evident as to why she repeated those words when she found a chance. Those words were an attempt at convincing herself she did love her daughter. What else could it have been at this point? To them, Souseiki was just dead weight that would only be able to work a desk job.
"What bullshit," the teen muttered as she threw her head back and looked at the azure sky. To think her family even cared about her after the little tortures they had put her through. If stupid had a picture Souseiki was sure it would be her. Continuing to think about such a somber subject would only further ruined her mood, so she groaned as she leveled her head to stare down the path she walked. The street was busy compared to the night before. Pedestrians walked up and down the street, each minding their own business, but something nagged at her to pull up her hood. Maybe it was her vast knowledge of undercover spy movies that nudged her to do so. For a second she thought it would make her even more conspicuous than intended, but her mind settled as she suddenly noticed a lot of people walking around with their hoods on. They walked among the crowd without caring what their ouster appearance was. It dawned on Souseiki that she could learn a thing or two from such people.
Aside from that, her incident was already old news in this new quirk immersed society. People die every day and accidents such as hers occur more than once a day. At this point, she was just another statistic. The brunette was positive all eyes would be on her family, as they had mentioned last night. The public eye would be latched onto how Flux's family recovered from such a tragic familial loss.
After walking farther down the street she stopped when a slightly familiar building came into view. She stood aside and eyed the billboards over it. The lights weren't on, but a faint memory of them nagged at her. Due to it, she walked down the alley slowly and scanned the area hoping to find something that looked even more familiar. She bit her lip looking around the alleyway in hopes that the slight pain would bring back an essential memory.
"Welcome back," called a voice in the distance. The brunette's heart raced as she glanced around the are. There was no soul had or behind her and soon panic started settling in. Who would be calling her? Out of fear she pulled the sleeve's over her fists and turned to walk back towards the crowd. "Hey, up here," sighed the voice this time sounding more tired. At the sound of the voice, she once again turned quickly, causing the hood to fall off her head, as she looked at a window on the top floor. Above her was Shigaraki leaning against his forearms on the window sill. "Get inside already."
Despite the tone coming out like a boss screaming at an underpaid employee, Souseiki nodded and scrambled towards the door he had gestured to. When she stepped through the brunette made her way up a few stairwells before coming face to face with a familiar door. Pushing it open, she stood at the entrance to see Kurogiri sitting on a couch with a newspaper in hand and a mug of coffee on a side table. "Good morning," he greeted, "there's breakfast if you're hungry."
Suddenly feeling an itch in her throat, Souseiki gulped the saliva that had accumulated in her throat and said, "Thank you." She took slow steps towards the counter and saw two plates full of food. Taking a seat she looked back at Kurogiri, who no was sipping at his coffee.
Shigaraki then emerged from the door she had just entered through and settled himself before the breakfast beside Souseiki. He picked up a glass of water and stared at the way he held it for a second, with his middle finger raised in the air. "Good to see you back," he said before lowering the finger to grasp the glass with all five digits.
Adjacent to him, Souseiki turned to fully face her food, "Am I really still welcomed?" She whispered loud enough for him to hear. The way these two strangers had greeted her shocked Souseiki, to say the least. Who in their right mind would help her, again, a stranger and house her? They invited her into their not so welcoming home and made her breakfast. Overall, she didn't feel hated, which was nice. Quite frankly, this all felt like a fever dream, so she dug her nails into the palm of her hand until small, red crescent moons appeared. This new atmosphere screamed home to her now.
"That's a stupid question," Shigaraki answered as he cast her a side glance through blue locks. A response so dry and irritated satisfied her and she too began to pick up her utensils and eat breakfast along his side. Minutes passed without a word. Kurogiri had stood from his spot and walked closer to the two, close enough for the mist to disperse. Shigaraki saw the way Souseiki eyed the man before loudly dropping his silverware to catch her attention. "Let's go," he demanded and pulled her out of the seat by yanking on the jacket she wore.
The door slammed behind the two as Shigaraki led the way through the dark hallway and past the bathroom she had previously used. "Where are we going?" Souseiki questioned as she tried to look over his shoulder to see what room he could have been leading her to.
He didn't respond and simply tugged her long to the room she had used the nights before. "I had Kurogiri bring in some stuff you'd need before your parents got rid of them," he mumbled out as he opened the room's door. On the bed was a small duffel bag full of her clothing and mere toiletry essentials. It wasn't much, but the thought mattered much more.
Souseiki nodded to herself as she released her grip from Shigaraki's and walked into the room. "So you knew about my parents literally erasing my existence from their lives?" She muttered picking up a shirt and clenched it in her hand. "Why didn't you tell me? If you knew that little adventure I had last night wouldn't be necessary."
The blue-haired teen stood at the door with his hands now inches pockets. He knew why he hadn't said anything, but he played stupid, "No idea." It would have been better for her to find out on her own terms. Taking his word, a stranger's word, wouldn't hit home as he'd want. If she felt that anger surge through her body and saw her parent's nonchalant mood after her so-called death; he knew Souseiki would be a great accomplice. Her loyalty towards him and his ideals would only grow stronger from here on out if he let this happen. "Give me my jacket back. You've got your clothes now."
"Oh, right." She said dropping the clothes she held and gripping at the hem of the jacket before peeling the warm fabric of her skin. "I don't know what you want from me, Shigaraki, but I think you should know I don't kill people," Souseiki spoke with a tone so sure of herself. "I would never kill a person."
"Noted." He smiled as he clutched onto the sweater outstretched to him.
After their short chat, the hours ticked by and the two men didn't see the girl for the rest of the day. They didn't bother interrupting her at all whether she could be heard throwing things around or nothing could be heard at all. Shigaraki and Kurogiri sat in the open area staring at the television that simple had the words Sound On registered on the screen. "It's only expected that the daughter of a hero would decide not to take a life. If you are to use her it must be in a roundabout way," erupted the voice of All for One.
Shigaraki lightly scratched at his neck as he eyed the screen, "Don't you think I know that? I know how she's going to be of use," he assured as he looked at Kurogiri who was sitting still in his spot. "We saw that projected quirks work around her. That could be used to our advantage."
In his seat, Kurogiri cleared his throat and caught the attention of the teen. "There's a chance she would go along with your plans. Souseiki has already expressed how thankful she is," the response warranted silence, so he continued due to the blue-haired boy's confused expression, "She asked if she was still welcome. She wanted to stay. That aside, she came back. We are her only home now."
"I'm not willing to gamble that. She's the first to join my party. If I lose her right now I won't get past the intro or even into the actual gameplay," Shigaraki muttered toying with the frayed fabric on the couch. "Leave her to me."