Three in the morning was said to be the witching hour. Spirits and restless ghosts were to be haunting those unfortunate enough to be awake at such an hour; however, neither of these swirled around the brunette cackling or taunting her. To her dismay, it was the sound of an extremely loud video game's soundtrack that woke her up, lulled her to sleep, then startled her awake once again with intense music. It was a vicious cycle all throughout the night. Souseiki tried from wrapping her pillow around her head to ripping pieces of her sheets and stuffing them in her ear canal in an attempt to drown out the noise, neither helped. She had half a mind to get out of bed and demand whoever was playing to turn it off or at least use some headphones. In the end, she knew she was nowhere near confrontational, so she stayed put under the covers.

For the following four hours, Souseiki went in and out of sleep. Eventually, around seven in the morning, she decided to make an appearance in the common room. The brunette rubbed her irritated eyes as she walked down the hall and pushed the door open. "Morning," she muttered in a tired tone. Once again, there was food on the counter, but this time Shigaraki was already present.

"You look like shit," he deadpanned as he watched her occupy the seat at his side.

In response, Souseiki gave a small groan and began eating. He stared at her without restraint until she seemed to give in to the silent peer-pressure and gave an actual answer, "A bad spirit was haunting me last night. Couldn't shake it," she said picking at the rice on her plate.

A scoff rang through the room, then turned into a laugh, "You believe in ghosts? What are you? A child?"

Souseiki gripped her fork and gave a forced nod, "Maybe," she said through gritted teeth before shoving food into her mouth to keep from making any unnecessary comments.

"Anyway, we're going out," he states as he grips the wooden counter with trembling limbs. His body screams fatigue, but he gives no indication of wanting to rest. Those bloodshot eyes seem to be stuck on the promise of a mission. His movements are slow and sluggish, but his aura says 'I'm fine!' with the tone dipped in authority. Shigaraki surely was someone that, despite his bratty attitude, completed tasks he needed to be done. "Are you going to keep staring at me like a dumbass or are you going to go get changed?"

Souseiki huffed and pushed herself up with the same fatigue, but with no determination. She followed the man with blue tresses out the door and down towards their respective rooms. From what she's just witnessed, it was safe to assume that the ghost haunting her the night before was his doing, so why wasn't he wanting to fall to the floor asleep like she was? He certainly was a force to be reckoned with if his own fatigue didn't hinder him from moving forward with his day. On the other hand, she stood staring blankly at the bag on the floor full of her clothing. A stare as blank as a canvas watched the discarded items as if her nonexistent quirk would get her dressed. The brunette lazily tugged on a clean pair of jeans and a lightweight hoodie to hide her complexion from the crowds. Something told her today was going to be longer than it should be.

There was something about the way Shigaraki continued to fiddle with his hands within his pockets that made Souseiki far more nervous than she should have been. The duo currently walked through the streets of Musutafu with their hoods worn high on their head. Souseiki wore a mask over her face and glanced over to Shigaraki in concern. He wasn't the most notorious fellow, but he was the oddest looking lad of the year. Anyone would look over to his complexion and stare in astonishment if they had the time of day. His lips were dry while the scratches under his eyes and along his neck were red and angry. The hood and those blue locks could only do so much to cover his features. "Where are we going?"

Shigaraki stared at the pavement as he walked, something about watching the cracks fall behind him with every step either piqued his interest or allowed him to calmly walk the streets without reliving a horrible past of gasps and dirty looks. "Kurogiri said we ran out of coffee," he shrugs in reply. It was completely nonchalant and odd to think that was just it. Who would be fidgeting over such a mundane task? There had to be more to this, yet Souseiki didn't voice any of her concerns as he leads the way into a convenience store. "He likes the shitty generic brand from this place for some reason," he muttered looking down the aisles until he caught eye of the instant coffee mix. "One day," he continued as he browsed the boxes on the shelves, "he wouldn't talk to me for an entire day because I bought the wrong one," he said reaching for a box.

"Don't you think that's a little silly?" She questioned watching him inspect the detailed ingredients on the item. "Too specific actually," Souseiki added. The comment was more in accordance with his overly verbose behavior rather than the story.

"Tasted like shit," He said walking past her and to the register to check out. "Personally, I thought all coffee tasted the same, but there's just a way about how this one mixes well with those little boiling bubbles that make it taste really good."

With the item paid, he handed the bag to her and they walked out. Souseiki pondered on the conversation as they walked further into the city. Shigaraki didn't dwell any longer on it as he led the girl through an empty path. Two large buildings encased the sidewalk that held no other pedestrians. "I'm sorry, but am I the boiling water and you're the shitty brown color?"

Such an outburst caused the blue-haired teen to halt and turn his entire attention to her, "What?" He spat out with a complexion twisted between disgust and confusion. "Are you stupid or something?"

The response caught her off guard and had embarrassment skidding its way across her nose leaving a red trail on its way. "I thought you were making an analogy," she spoke in a meek voice as she shrunk back where she stood.

"I was telling you a story, idiot," Shigaraki said with a scratch of his neck, "If I knew you were this dense I wouldn't have said anything," he mumbled. He turned down the street and left Souseiki standing against the building.

"Wait!"

Shigaraki looked over his shoulder, his crimson eyes shooting daggers in her direction; causing her to stay put in her spot. "Stay there!" He demanded after taking a few steps forward, then turning back to shout, "And that's not a fucking analogy!" Before turning the corner and disappearing around the corner.

Souseiki stared wide-eyed after the man before leaning against the building. The thought of him having to run another errand on his own popped into her head, so she did as told. Her initial embarrassment was still visible and she ruthlessly tried to calm her blood cells as she shook her head. She could understand now why her friends use to want her to stop reading so many mystery books. Her conclusions were insanely out there if she thought too much. Instead, to clear her head she rummaged through her pocket and pulled out her phone. The data to her carrier had been long disconnected, so she relied on a nearby hotspot to scroll through news articles. Everything hero related, from All Might saving an entire burning apartment building to Midnight assisting some market festival, filled the media. She was no longer in the headlines.

"Who would even be out here? This is literally the boonies of this city," groaned a voice down the path.

The footsteps grew closer causing Souseiki's blood to run cold as she slowly looked up, "There was a call saying a suspicious person was hanging around here," voiced another man. When she looked up her eyes met his, Seiichi, her older brother. Right at his side was Yuu as well. The two were decked out in their hero gear, no doubt patrolling together to kill time. "Oh, miss!" He called out seeing her. "We received a call concerning-"

His voice slowly drowned out as the ringing in her ears grew louder and he closer. She watched the two approach slowly as she took a step back. "Hey, she's moving away," Yuu muttered to his brother. Without another word the two closed in on Souseiki quicker and demanded her to stop unless she wanted to be apprehended.

She obeyed and stopped moving.

Seiichi's brow creased as he secured eye contact, "Would you answer a few questions?" He asked. The two brothers awaited an answer, but nothing verbal was received. The brunette merely nodded and held onto the plastic bag with a tighter grip. "There was a call concerning a strange individual. We're not saying it's you, but we just need you to answer some simple questions. It's just procedure," Seiichi explained calmly with a reassuring smile, yet it did nothing to calm her nerves.

Where in the hell was Shigaraki?

Yuu stood beside his brother with arms akimbo, eyes narrowed and set on his sister. "You look familiar," he remarked leaning forward to get a better view of her, "Holy shit, Souseiki?"

The two brothers stood waiting for her to decline such a statement or remove the mask to reveal her identity, but Souseiki was now focused on the figure standing behind the two. Shigaraki stood still between the two men. He now wore that dismembered hand on his face. "Yeah," she muttered pulling down the mask without looking either brother in the eye. She was locked on Shigaraki, watching him raise his hands.

He was going to kill them.

"Isn't this bad news?" Yuu asked with eyes trained on the youngest sibling, "If she's alive then we'll look like fools."

"Better," Seiichi said with a smile that could put any villain's to shame, "It'd be a miracle. We'd get more press."

Souseiki nodded, now looking at her brothers, "You know, I didn't hate you guys all that much," she said with a crack in her voice. "You two were okay," The brunette smiled and waved a hand at the two, "I'll see you around," she said taking two large steps back.

Before either brother could reach out to her, a hand was placed at the nape of their necks. "It was nice meeting you," Shigaraki muttered to the two as their bodies decayed in a matter of seconds. Their ashes, it seemed like, piled onto the pavement before her eyes. "You'd never kill a person?" Shigaraki asked taking the hand off his face and placing it in his pocket.

The brunette walked past him and said, "I didn't kill anyone."