Small Kindnesses
Standing in the rain, looking out into the small, rural town that he still hadn't managed to find a way to escape from, Shuuichi Iguchi blinked in surprise as he found the rain he'd been standing under blocked out by someone else's umbrella.
"Hey," someone else, a man whose voice he'd never heard before, said. "Are you doing all right?"
Turning back, intending to tell whoever was standing there that he was fine and they could leave him alone any time, Shuuichi found himself startled to be faced with someone else who had a Heteromorphic-type Quirk like he did.
Of course, this new guy just had some facial striping and what looked like the start of whiskers or something; he was normal enough that most people wouldn't have been able to pick him out from the crowd unless he was really looking. He probably wouldn't have been able to hide back in town, of course, since people did look closely at everyone who lived there. Still, if he was just passing through, he'd have probably been fine.
"Hey, are you all right?" the man called again, and Shuuichi realized that he had been waiting for an answer and not just asking to be polite or something.
"I'm fine," he said, wondering for a moment why this guy, out of everyone Shuuichi had been unfortunate enough to meet, actually cared how he was feeling.
The both of them were mutant-types, but this guy still looked normal enough to pass.
"You sure about that?" the man asked; Shuuichi wondered if he should mention the man's weird accent, or if that would be too much too soon. "You're out in the rain all alone."
Left unsaid was the umbrella they were both standing under; the umbrella the man was currently sharing with him.
I guess he doesn't know how things work around here, Shuuichi mused, not quite sure how he felt about meeting the man anymore. Thinking back, his accent had sounded more than a little foreign, so maybe that explained why he was being so nice. "I'm fine," he said again, starting to leave the shelter of the umbrella that the man was offering to him.
Blinking as he found the man following him, still dry under the shelter of the man's umbrella, Shuuichi huffed a sigh. "You don't know how things work," he said, walking faster.
The man, whoever he was, kept pace with him. "I might not know how things work where you come from, but I can see they're hurting you," the man paused for a moment, and Shuuichi turned to see a thoughtful expression on his face. "If you do need a place to stay, my wife and I can put you up."
"Who are you?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.
"My name is Mungojerrie Elliot. You?"
"Shuuichi Iguchi," he said.