Weeks passed and so did news of the vanished sidekicks. No one dwelled on the news long and soon their faces would flash through the paper every other week on the back page of the Have You Seen Me? advertisement. Like their sister, they had become old news due to their father's low ranking as a Pro Hero. It was quite hilarious to the brunette that at the very least she got a news cover and they barely managed to get on the last page of the local newspaper. Such an occurrence almost made her believe she had acquired good karma throughout her short-lived life.

The brunette currently sat inside an old run-down local restaurant. Her fingertips drummed against the glass that contained her drink as she looked around anxiously looking at her phone. The black screen stared back at her with zero notifications ash she played with her drink. Shigaraki had long asked her to grab some food while he ran, what he called, an errand. It had been over an hour since he had left her side and she began to grow worried with every extra passing minute. As much as she knew how reliable his quirk was, Shigaraki wasn't the most agile nor was he in peak physical condition. There was no doubt that if they were both to arm wrestle they'd be at a draw.

She stared intently at the cellphone as she lifted her glass and took a sip through the straw, then it pinged. The teenager almost jumped out of her seat as she stared bug-eyed at the screen. A simple message read "Sit at the table in front of you." Souseiki got up with her belongings and did as she was told. Patiently, she continued to wait for another text or a call, but all that came was the ring of a bell as the front door opened. "What'd you order?" Shigaraki waltzed in and sat in front of her.

"Where were you?" She asked with worry laced in her words. She had grown to adore the man within the few days she had been with him and Kurogiri, but with that adoration came worry. This worry rose from fear of him doing something out in the open, but she wasn't aware of how tactful he actually was.

The blue-haired man shrugged and reached over for the item wrapped in foil. "Getting rid of trash," he mumbled as he unwrapped his food and took a bite. He seemed to grimace as he swallowed the food, "This is shit," Shigaraki commented as he took another huge bite. Regardless of the disdain in his voice Shigaraki shoveled the burger down and stood up. Souseiki follows him out the door but was quickly pulled by the arm. "Walk by the street," Shigaraki said as he glanced down the street beside the restaurant. There near the building was a pile of ash. It use to be some teenager who decided to double-cross All For One once they received an extra quirk. Such disrespect and lack of loyalty always irked the teenager. Why would anyone even try to do wrong by someone who has done nothing but good for them? He glanced over to Souseiki whose face dawned a passive expression.

Since the passing of her two brothers, there was a slight pep in her step. The brunette gladly tagged along when he went out and even when she wasn't invited. Her self invitations weren't always welcomed, but he rarely voiced his dislike. When he would tell her to stop following like a lost child she'd still follow but at a distance as if he wouldn't notice. "Did you need anything else?" She asked while she raised an eyebrow. "We got mostly food the other day or did you run an errand for him?" From the times she had tagged along Souseiki quickly figured out that Shigaraki was that faceless man's rat. He ran errands for him on a near-daily basis. "What is he to you anyway?" Finally came her burning question.

Shigaraki eyed her before giving a shrug. "In a way just a mentor. He showed me that I could do what I want and it wasn't a sin," he said.

Souseiki clicked her tongue and replied, "Like killing people. Pretty sure that's considered a sin but to each their own."

"I'm pretty sure I heard through the grapevine that not honoring you parents is a sin as well,"

The brunette huffed as she tilted her nose up to the skies, "Yeah? What about you? I don't see you honoring yours," she snapped back.

His dry hands dug into the pocket of his sweater and brought out that dismembered hand he loves wearing on his face. "This one belongs to my father. The rest are from other family members including my mother," the words came out so nonchalant that it took Souseiki back. She eyed the hand until he hid it away once again. "I honor them."

A silence took over the two until the reached the bar. Kurogiri was nowhere to be seen as Shigaraki took a seat at the bar and Souseiki on the couch.

She had made herself comfortable and pulled her legs up to her chest as she stared at the teenager's back. Ever since he finished those thoughts the image of him wearing those hands plagued her mind. She wanted to ask, but she's been building up her courage ever since she plopped herself on that plush seat. He must have wanted to talk, right? People don't go around their entire teen years not mentioning their parents or the lack of their presence. He couldn't be fairing well. Souseiki swallowed thickly and parted her lips, "Shigaraki," she whispered out to him. His body was hunched over the bar staring at his phone. "Are you okay?" The words slipped before she could even think of something decent to say to him.

As he heard the words, Shigaraki sat in his spot without moving. He thought over his options, which weren't much. He could say nothing and stay there or say nothing and walk to his room. "I'm thirsty," or he could say that.

Souseiki jumped out of her seat and around Kurogiri's bar to fetch a drink. She quickly handed it to him, "I know dead parents are a touchy subject, but what happened?"

"You're great with words," he replied sarcastically before taking a big gulp. Shigaraki set down the glass and watched the liquid swish one way and the other. Was he really going to give her the tragic beginning of his quirk? "I killed them. Their hands were what remained. No one cared for such an ugly shit like me no matter who I approached. He then found me and took me in. That's it," he mumbled before taking another gulp and handing her the empty glass. When an answer didn't come fast enough, he looked up expecting to see a horrified expression but was met with a look of pity. "It-" he blinked and balled his hands into fists, "It was an accident believe it or not."

Warm, small hands clasped his own in a tight grip. His red eyes snapped in her direction and were met with the same pity, "I'm sorry," she said in a soft voice, "If I knew you I would have helped." Souseiki smiled at him as she gave his hands a squeeze. "These hands wouldn't know death."

Those brown eyes stared into his without wavering. "You're ridiculous," he said standing up to leave. "It already happened." He walked into his room and shut the door behind him. Shigaraki sat in his computer chair and stared down at his hands that slowly began to lose her warmth. Maybe if he knew her sooner things wouldn't have been so bad.