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The pain, namely his shattered left arm, was unbearable. Kiriyama found himself almost screaming with pain when something made contact with it, and at times had trouble staying conscious. He had thought it wasn't that bad when he woke up with his two team mates the morning after the Vanguard Action Squad attacked, but he was dead wrong. When he got off the bed, he immediately passed out and stayed asleep for the rest of the day.
After he passed out, Mustard decided to pay his debt to Kiriyama and help out his new friend. He asked Atsuhiro if there was anyway he could get some painkiller pills for Kiriyama and he got something even better. It was a new product sold only to the big hospitals by this new pharmaceutical company that was run by a group of people with powerful healing quirks. Atsuhiro easily stole the painkiller cream and gave it to the brown haired teen.
Atsuhiro was glad to see that his team was getting closer. He noticed before, that Mustard wasn't very fond of anyone. He had heard this was because he was a sort of outcast throughout elementary school because he didn't have very good control of his quirk and accidentally ended up putting others to sleep, which made others ostracize him. He also noticed that the boy had a look of disdain every time U.A. high school was mentioned, he didn't know the reason however.
When he saw the three teens together smiling to each other, he felt a little sad that they are no longer able to live regular lives but at the same time, he was glad that they were still able to act like regular teenage friends when together, despite their occupation. Atsuhiro had his own motives for joining the League of Villains, and did not expect to be given the job of helping and keeping an eye on the three teens by Shigaraki. The three teenagers seemed to be a big part of whatever plans Shigaraki and his big bad boss, All for One, had in mind.
"I gotta say, this painkiller cream Atsuhiro-san stole is fantastic... It's numbing the pain really well." said Kiriyama with a smile on his face. He couldn't feel his left arm or the left side of his face and was thankful for it. His legs were fine and thanks to the painkiller cream numbing his arm, they were able to take a rare, almost empty train ride to Coruscant City to get himself fixed up by their future team mate.
"That's good..." replied Mustard without looking at the black haired teen and instead looking out the train window.
"Now, you don't have to worry about repaying me or anything..." said Kiriyama.
"Great." deadpanned Mustard.
"...Now you just gotta worry about repaying Toga." smiled the older boy. Mustard turned his head to look at Kiriyama, just to give him a clear look when he rolled his eyes.
"Don't worry, Mustard! You already helped out Kiriyama-kun, and that's enough!" exclaimed Toga, in her usual excited and cheerful disposition. Mustard rolled his eyes once more while he groaned. "Please don't be so damn lovey dovey in public or I'm gonna get out the next stop to find a toilet to throw up in."
"You'll get over it." stated Kiriyama. Mustard turned his head to him again and smirked at him. "Not very bothered by her, are ya?"
"Shut it, I'm just used to it, besides it doesn't mean anything. She also just happens to probably be the first friend I've made, so I'll let it slide at times." justified Kiriyama. Mustard just nodded in response to his various reasons as to why he let her talk and act so affectionately to him. Mustard kept the smirk on his face on purpose to annoy his own first friend.
"We're just really close right, Kiriyama-kun?" said Toga. Kiriyama's right cheek turned into a shade of pink and probably his other cheek would show to be pink as well if it wasn't under a bandage. "You may be the first friend I made but we don't really know much about each other."
Toga smiled when he said 'first friend', it made her feel like she was precious to him. "Then let's get to know each other!"
Kiriyama smiled, amused at that idea and began to play with his hair using his right uninjured hand. "Alright, what do you wanna know?"
"How old are you exactly and when is your birthday?" asked Toga.
"I turned sixteen on the twelfth of June." answered Kiriyama. "Your turn."
"I'm turning sixteen in the thirteenth of December!" answered Toga. Kiriyama shifted his eyes to Mustard. "I'm part of this too?"
Kiriyama nodded and Mustard held back a smile. "I-I'm thirteen, I turned thirteen in the eighth of April..."
"No wonder you're so pint-sized!" joked Kiriyama, getting a giggle from Toga and an annoyed scowl from the shorter teen.
"Alright... what's your real name, Mustard?" asked the black haired teen.
"I... don't like it, I'd rather go by Mustard." replied the brown haired boy. Kiriyama nodded in acknowledgement and decided not to push the subject. Mustard was relieved he didn't press him for answers and then his eyes wandered to Kiriyama's arms. His left arm was covered in bandages but his right arm, which was raised to play with his jet black hair, was exposed thanks to his black, short sleeved shirt. It was covered in scars, most looked self inflicted. "What's the deal with the cuts on your arms?"
Kiriyama sighed and dropped his right arm to his sides. "To train with my quirk, I had to make cuts to get some of my blood out to practice with. I'm not... depressed or anything."
Kiriyama looked at the floor during the pause at the end of his answer. That pause made one of Mustard's eyebrows raise but he decided to not press him on that, just as Kiriyama didn't press on the matter of his real name. They were friends now, but obviously they weren't close enough to be comfortable with talking about heavy and personal topics and problems. Toga, who was sitting to the right of Kiriyama, clinged to his arm causing Kiriyama's cheek to go pink once again. "I think his scars are cute!"
"Why are you like that?" grimaced Mustard. Toga ignored him and continued to cling to Kiriyama's arm. The black haired teen smiled bashfully, feeling that Toga hung on to his arm to cheer him up. He felt a warm feeling in his stomach and relaxed a little at her soft hands touching his. He decided to answer for her. "I think it's a side effect to her having a blood related quirk. Stain was sorta crazy, I go a bit crazy during battle, and that guy with the blood control quirk who teaches at U.A. is known to go crazy at times. So I'm just guessing it has to do with her quirk and getting exposed to violence, she's probably a lot more normal if she stopped fighting so much."
"Toga-chan, can you let go?" asked Kiriyama, still blushing. He wiggled his right arm out and sighed. "It's just embarrassing."
Toga frowned but decided to obey. Kiriyama cleared his throat and regained his composure. Mustard opened his mouth wide and pointed at it. He groaned and rolled his eyes. "I'm going to throw up over here thanks to your gross interactions!"
"Geez, you're such a kid, Mustard!" replied Toga, sticking her tongue out and blowing raspberries. Mustard stuck his tongue out and blew raspberries back at her. "Please! You're the childish one here!"
"Guys, you're both acting like children..." Kiriyama stated, before a few seconds later sticking his tongue out at both of them while blowing raspberries, getting some spit on both of them. Toga chuckled and Mustard unamusedly glared at Kiriyama. "You're a jackass, Kiriyama."
"Ha ha! Sorry!" laughed Kiriyama.
The sun was setting and painting the sky orange when fifteen year old Nakamura Midori heard a knock on her one bedroom apartment's front door. "Coming!"
She quickly opened a drawer to find a t-shirt that covered up more skin to make herself look decent. She put a white shirt with pale blue stripes over the sleeveless green shirt she wore and pushed her glasses up. She opened the door and was greeted by three teenagers. One was a cute blonde haired girl, who wore her hair into two messy buns. She had yellow eyes with dark circles under them, wore a high school uniform, and had a big smile on her face. The boy in the middle was the tallest of the three. He had messy black hair, his bangs almost covering his dark brown eyes, which also had dark circles under them. He was dressed in all black, had bandages all over the left side of his face and around his left arm which was limp to his side. He also wore scars all over his exposed right arm. When Nakamura noticed the scars, the girl to his right clinged to him and pulled his right arm to herself.
"Can you guys quit it?" said the teen to the left of them, shaking his head disapprovingly. He was the shortest of the three, had brown, wavy hair, wore an outfit consisting of a long sleeved white shirt and dark blue jeans, he looked very annoyed at the two.
"She was staring at Kiriyama-kun." said the blonde girl. The boy in the middle, who's face was turning a little red, shook his arm loose and sighed. "Well, I am covered in scars and bandages."
"Which is why we're here..." said the shorter boy. The tallest of the three extended his hand to the green haired girl with glasses. "I assume you're Nakamura Midori-san? I'm Kiriyama Ken, or 'Blackblood'."
"...or the 'Bloody Vigilante'..." said the brown haired boy. Midori stood still and stiff, with her eyes widened upon hearing those words. She eyed Kiriyama up and down, and pushed her glasses up. "Y-y-you're the 'Bloody V-"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah... I am. I know 'Blackblood' is lame, but it can't be as bad as that name..." muttered Kiriyama. He sighed and ran his right hand through his hair. "Shigaraki said that your quirk allows your saliva to heal other people's wounds, and right now I'm pretty fucked up... So I need your help..."
"These are my friends and team mates, well I guess also your future team mates, Toga Himiko and Mustard." said Kiriyama, pointing to the girl first then the shorter boy. "Can we come in?"
"O-of course!" welcomed Midori.
"Small place." commented Toga as she spun around, examining her almost empty apartment. "You live alone, dontcha?"
"Yes, I-I do." answered Midori who walked over to the small, round dinner table, which had four chairs. She took a seat and Kiriyama followed, taking the seat across from her. Toga sat next to him and Mustard decided to stay standing, rejecting the empty chair next to Midori.
"You're... really him?" asked Midori. Kiriyama sighed once more, getting a little impatient. "Yup, I used to at least. Now I downgraded to villain, not as bad of a downgrade than hero hopeful to vigilante, I'll admit. But the job does a lot more..."
Kiriyama stared at and examined her, trying to see if he can find out more about his future team mate. "So... I don't really recall saving anyone as a vigilante, I usually caught them off guard when they were on their days off from being two bit crooks... So, how did I save you?"
"Sorry, that... that wasn't the whole truth..." Midori replied, pushing her glasses up.