Dying was never an option to the young villains and it never would be. Shigaraki swore he would reach his objective and Souseiki promised to stand by his side no matter the situation he dragged the trio in. Needless to say, Souseiki never thought she would have to work as a part-time nurse for the duo. For more than a week she had been dressing his wounds and helping him with daily tasks. Such chores were really no bother to her; she loved the man and his dreams, but fuck was he a child.
"I'm not taking a bath," he hissed at the woman. His attention was primarily focused on his computer screen that played a movie. The topic at hand had been covered throughout the day and was dropped occasionally by the brunette in hopes that the blue-haired man would eventually come to his senses.
Those senses never came though.
Like all the times prior, Souseiki walked into the common area and slumped against the bar and stared up and Kurogiri's bright eyes. "He stinks! How can he sit in his own filthy, Kuro?" She exclaimed rather exhausted by the daily discourse.
Kurogiri shrugged his shoulders and gave no reply. He knew how Shigaraki Tomura could be. Stubborn.
He was more than familiar with Shigaraki's bad hygiene, but he never really addressed it. It wasn't something occasional anyway. He just didn't bother bathing whenever he had been wounded. The man knew Shigaraki was afraid of opening wounds and the hot water hurting him more.
Shigaraki was a child.
The day had come and gone with Souseiki begging the man to shower and Kurogiri spent the day staying far from the two. He knew the pair could put up with one another without serious discourse, but this time around Souseiki sounded aggravated with the Shigaraki's behavior. He felt bad for her. So much so, that he decided to help her. "Start a bath, Yabe Souseiki," he whispered in a soft voice.
With the simple command, she rose to her feet and raised a brow. Kurogiri raised a gloved hand to his lips and motioned for her not to say a word. No questions ask, Souseiki moved to the bathroom and started a bath. Her hands dipped under the running water until it came out at just the right warmth before adding a few splashes of soap to create some bubbles. Soon the room was filled with steam and smelled of roses. She just knew Shigaraki would hate her body wash, but he was in desperate need of something scented.
The older man of the two might have just been a mind reader or omnipresent because without a signal Shigaraki could be heard shouting and cursing at the man. In a second there was a splash in the tub, Shigaraki was now in it fully clothed and fuming.
"Fuck this burns!" He proclaimed furious. His hands were set on either side of the tub ready to push himself out, but Souseiki stood behind him and quickly pressed her hands onto his shoulders. His group slipped with the little force and he slid back in, "Get off me!" He lashed out and held her hand in a death grip.
Souseiki looked down into his fierce, red eyes. They burned with hatred and venom as they looked into her own narrowed ones. "Too bad you can't decay your BO away. Huh, Tomura?" She teased while using her other hand to pull his away from her. "Just relax, the water isn't that hot."
Shigaraki huffed and sat in the water without moving. His stubbornness was impeccable, he didn't even bother picking up he loofah to scrub the grime away. "I'm not bathing," he proclaimed once more, but the brunette already knew that. Shigaraki felt her hands fall into the water and tickle his sides as her fingers wrestled with the fabric of his shirt.
"Raise your arms. You don't have to do anything," Souseiki signed in a weary tone. "Just sit there," she ordered. Once the black shirt was removed, she reached for her loofah and squirted rose-scented body wash onto it. As gently as she could, Souseiki ran the loofah over the man's chest and across his arms.
No matter how gentle she was Shigaraki found it in him the need to bitch about every stroke. "That hurts," he hissed and even flinched as the fabric scrubbed close to one of the bullet wounds.
With furrowed brows, the brunette huffed and scrubbed over it again with more force. This time it actually seemed to hurt him, "Stop being such a weenie! Men are such babies," she hissed and proceeded to grab his shampoo and pour some into the palm of her hand.
"Let me put a bullet or two in you, Souseiki, then you'll know how it feels," Shigaraki threatened while he closed his eyes the second her fingers ran through his hair. "I'm sure you'd be a weenie too."
Behind him, Souseiki scoffed and lightly yanked his hair back, "You wouldn't hurt me. Even if you did, I wouldn't be afraid of taking a bath," she replied with a dry laugh.
He clenched his jaw when she yanked his hair a second time. In return, he took hold of her wrist and yanked her forward with enough force to have her trip over the tub's edge and into the bubbly water headfirst. Shigaraki snickered as he watched her legs flail before finding her way up. "Don't pull my hair," he smirked, but this playful demeanor only warranted Souseiki to lunge forward and dunk him down into the water by the shoulders.
She watched him flail his arms and scratch at her wrists before finding his strength and shoving her off, "Don't push me into the water!" She roared in an angry tone as she huffed for air along with him.
The pair stared at each other as they regained their breath with sharp gasps for air. "Asshole," he chuckled to himself as his hand raised up to her face and pushed her hair back.
"Dick," Souseiki frowned while swatting him away. "Come here," she murmured as she took a small scoops of water and washed out the shampoo from his hair.
From outside the door, Kurogiri stood listening to the pair continue to bicker with one another. He had heard the splashed and made his way over swiftly. The mass dark cloud even pondered walking in but decided against it when he heard Shigaraki laugh.
Such an interaction would seem heinous to an outsider; however, to Kurogiri and Souseiki this was Shigaraki being playful. An act like that would infuriate Souseiki at the start, but she soon came to learn that the blue haired man didn't know any better. Being rough was his personality and she knew better than to scold him for it. He'd have enough assholes in his life, so she always took such playful abuse.
It would be rude to get mad at him.
Kurogiri soon retreated back into the common area once he heard the pair go quiet. He shouldn't hover over the kids.
Within the bathroom, Souseiki set down the loofah again and reached for his pants. This time, Shigaraki wasn't all too willing. His breath hitched as her nails lightly scratch at his skin. "I can finish up," he said quickly as he looked up at Souseiki, who had a beet-red face.
She nodded furiously and hopped out of the tub as her heartbeat in her chest. Souseiki knew she said he could just sit thereabout it had somehow slipped her mind that he had to be washed everywhere. "I'll bring you some clothes," she muttered and walked out of the bathroom. "Fucking, idiot," Souseiki scolded herself as she grabbed him some fresh clothes. It was normal to be flustered, of course, but she felt hopeless. She could shrug it off when she was younger, but now she's twenty and still acting like a child.
"Souseiki!" Called Shigaraki from the bathroom as she made her way down the hall.
Her heart skipped a beat as she looked at the man with a towel around his waist and knew she had to do something about what she was feeling, "Here."