TRIGGER WARNING:
Mentions of attempted sexual assault and sexual harassment.
"You're naked!" Sansa shrieked, "And hurt!"
Nemuri nearly fell over, as she hung up her coat.
Fuck. I should've changed before I got home. When Shota had mentioned the fact that she would be getting a four-year-old in her life, Nemuri had made a point to ease up some of her spicer persona for the sake of not further traumatizing her. Especially since Shota did mention that she was from a conservative culture to begin with. She sighs. Time to start her new crusade to bring sweet little Sansa to her side. Time to educate. If I have my way this baby girl will never falter at the sight of nude, or well, practically, nude form. She carefully poses herself. And gives the girl a single, languid blink. She smiles sweetly.
"I am not naked."
She pulls delicately at the material of her latest costume. Reveals that the costume, though perfectly matched to her skin tone, was in fact cloth. A bulletproof cloth that ripped in certain places for the sake of her quirk. She ignored the gash in her side. There she can understand Sansa's distress. But this is a different sort of teaching moment.
Stupid new laws suppressing a woman's freedom. Not that I don't look fabulous nonetheless. I make those laws my bitch.
She stares at Sansa's pale, pale face, and realizes that the blood has drained from the child's face. She feels her smile twitch but keeps it in place. She doesn't often interact with children beyond Sansa- and while that's going to change thanks to Nezu's offer, she doesn't think her customer service to kids is completely awful.
"But-"
She hates to interrupt Sansa. But Nemuri lifts a single, manicured if dirt-covered finger. Sansa quiets, mouth pressing into a firm line.
"This is a practical measure for my quirk," she says simply, "Somnambulist, the power to put people to sleep with the fragrance I give off from my skin."
She pulls at the cloth and reveals how easy it is to tear in places. Sansa strightens. Worries her thumb at the center of her palm, before she primly draws her hands together.
"You are vulnerable. Men- Men could take you- Could make you do things you do not wish, Nemuri-Oba."
Her gaze flickers to her armored panties, her 'exposed' legs, also covered in the same armored cloth that matches her skin- Nemuri takes a moment to register what Sansa says. The way she says it. The haunted look in her pretty big blue eyes and her so pale face.
And….
Oh rage, rage.
Nemuri nearly stops breathing.
She is a baby. Our baby.
Nemuri will commit murder. Nezu would help her get away with it. She knows he will. Hell, Hizashi and Shota will probably have shovels at hand.
They can't know. They would have told me. Oh, fuck, fuck this will shatter Hizashi and Shota. Nemuri breathes.
"Sansa-Joo, what man hurt you?"
Sansa blinked.
"I- I was protected before any man could- could-"
Nemuri seethes.
Kneels before the girl. And delicately cups her face. So innocent and beautiful. God, Nemuri did not think she could love anyone as much as she loves Hizashi and Shota and Obito… But Sansa has settled into her heart so easily that it startles. She doesn't want kids- never has. But she thinks she will be glad to have this baby with her and her brothers.
"But… But it wasn't me. It was when I was- When I was another person. Those men are dead anyway. The Hound slew them that day. Any other man that wanted me is far, far away."
Nemuri blinks.
"What do you mean?"
Dissociative disorder? Shota did say she was found in a raid of a top-secret villain raid that involved All-Might which is why we suddenly have him lingering around-
"... Nemuri-Oba, did my parents not tell you that I remember my past life?"
Nemuri blinks again.
Wait. What?
Also. Nemuri's costume is flesh-colored in the manga, the anime probably made it lavender due to censorship or to give a little more color dynamic to Midnight's costume.