Chapter 7: In the maddened eyes
When she first met the boy with white hair, Kakiru was visibly confused.
Well, that flat expression and the fact that he knew her name was a major contributor.
She was pretty sure no one knows her name besides scar-boy…and, well, that message person.
Her instinct was tingling. Kakiru could sense it, the way his eyes calmly analyzed her. It creeped her out to see someone whose attitude was vastly different from hers.
She was struggling to form a response when the space around her cracked, Kakiru was covered with darkness, and her sensation got taken away.
Ignoring the vivid dream she had earlier, Kakiru continues her roam through the street.
The board had another message again, matching her appearance completely. So that boy she saw was probably the mysterious messenger. Kakiru could put together that at least.
'That uncanny feeling at seeing him, like seeing your reflection upon a cracked mirror, with freckles matched her perfectly.'
Kakiru shook her head in frustration and scribble down a 'Yes'. She would know the answer soon, and if he proves to be hostile then…well, she won't hesitate to defend herself.
For now, it's kind of boring as the street offered her nothing of interest. Yet.
And scar-boy was nowhere to be found. She still needed to find a weapon to add to her arsenal, which consisted of…literally nothing.
A rusty blade that she picked up from a thug she fought, which has been lost to the fight against that hero.
Her fists? Reliable, but against people with actual coordination, she stood no chances with her short reach.
Her quirk? She could barely control it. And even then, it was highly volatile, and human was too fragile as far as she knew.
So where the fuck is scar-boy when she needed him?
Granted, he might have been traumatized and she might have robbed him blind last night, but that was no reason to disappear on her like that!
How petty.
The point is, she will find him eventually, but not this night though. She will show her goodwill by not tormenting him right now.
*AAH!*
Then, a scream in the middle of the night crashed upon her thoughts.
Her body tensed as she looked around. It seemed to be coming from that alleyway. What's the deal with alleyways, anyway?
But she is pretty sure it was vocal enough
…so why does no one do anything?
People stopped to look in the direction of the scream, but all of them just shook their heads and continued their walks like usual.
Then it dawned on her that no one was going to help. It is simply the norm here. If you are unfortunate enough, you will be left for dead.
It was sad in a way.
And she sprinted forward, maybe in ignorant or curiosity. It was not her business, really, but Kakiru never minded her own before.
Running full speed, she arrived at the scene quite quickly.
The alleyway was thick with the stench of blood. There Kakiru saw a woman struggling against four men. A woman was standing with a bored expression on her face. Another was screaming as tears leaked non-stop on her face.
Not far from there, the body of a young man crumpled on the ground, blood won't stop pouring out from his head. He is likely dead.
Look like they were attacked. The young man defended her and it cost him his life, while not accomplishing anything.
It was pitiful, to say the least, but Kakiru supposed it didn't matter much in the end.
"Hey, assholes! You'd better run if you know what's good for you!" She spat out, arrogance laced with her tone.
The type of them irritated her the most. They thought the strong were supposed to prey upon the weak, and it might require a lesson or two to teach them otherwise.
Preferably something for them to remember. Maybe they will be fine with being left with a few unsightly marks.
Good! This night has been getting too peaceful for her liking.
"Oh, what's this? A little girl playing hero?" A tall burly man asked, voice mocking her.
Let's see, then.
"Was playing villain fun, tiny dick?" She shouted out loud and laugh, as she could swear she saw the man's face reddened in anger.
"This little bitch-"
That set him off quicker than she thought as he sprinted forward, grabbing a lead pipe in his hand and murderous intent in his eyes.
It's only fair if she responds in kind.
A strange rush of excitement washed through her body as Kakiru grinned manically.
"Ha! You will be good entertainment."
The man was not deterred as Kakiru saw him approach her.
The smile quickly turned into a snarl. With a round kick aimed at his wrist, the man yelped as he dropped the pipe, clutching his hand in pain.
A well-placed uppercut sent him rolling on the ground. There was a crack. His jaw was likely dislocated, or broken. That's on him, though.
Look like his friends started to catch on, though. They stood up to activate their quirks.
A man had his hand covered in scales. A defensive quirk, though looked like it would be nasty if that edge hit you. Another had a dangerous glint as his hand turned into a pair of scissors. Two of them were still standing at the back, making no move apparent move.
Whatever. She could live with that.
Kakiru grabbed the lead pipe on the ground and sprinted forward. The maniac loved it when they offered her a good fight. But flashy as their quirks were, they would fall all the same.
She dodged as the scissor man tried to stab her. She tried to swing the pipe at his head, but it got blocked by a scaly hand.
They are covering for each other it seemed. That complicated things, but teamwork could only take them so far.
Kakiru dodged another attack as she grabbed the scissor blade. It was grazing through her skin a bit, but the maniac didn't care. With a growl, she kicked the scissor man hard in the stomach, sending him stumbled back. His companion was too dazed to react in time.
The scale man got taken aback as his ally got momentarily incapacitated. But his thought didn't last long as he suddenly lost his balanced and realized the maniac has aimed at his leg.
Gravity pulled him down harshly. He saw the maniac aiming her weapon high and immediately used his transformed hand to shield his face.
*Crack*
The man screamed in pain as he noticed the pipe coming down, breaking his bone, and rendering his other arm useless.
He could only see the maniac's grin grow wider.
But the maniac suddenly jumped back as her instinct flared in alarm. A pointy object pierced the ground where she stood a moment ago.
"Nat, help me here!" The girl in the back grunted as she pulled out her hair, which is actually a thick brown needle. A hedgehog mutation.
"I-I can't! She is-I-" The skittish man blurted out hesitantly as his yellow hair covered his eyes.
"Useless." Hedgehog girl said as he pulled out more of his hair, throwing at her continuously.
Kakiru immediately rolled, hiding behind the trash container. She tried to take a peak, but a needle almost pierced her eyes.
This could be a problem.
But then she spotted the man with the pipe from before moving slightly from the ground. A brutal idea came into her head.
She sprinted out from her hiding place, approaching the man. Then she held the man up despite his struggle, using him as a shield.
Hedgehog girl realized her intention a bit too late as a few needles pierced her shield. The shield screamed out in pain.
"S-stop! I-"
Despite his protest, Kakiru sprinted forward with the man in her hand. With a war cry, she threw her shield in the direction of the hedgehog girl.
The hedgehog girl tried to dodge, only to be met with a pipe to the face, breaking her nose and sending her sprawling. She yelped in pain as she caressed her face with widened eyes.
Kakiru then dodged a sluggish stab from behind. Grabbing a needle left on the ground, she held the man's scissor hand down with her pipe and stabbed his shoulder with it.
She would stay for his scream if she didn't have to dodge another needle. Ironically, it pierced his other shoulder instead and the man collapsed in pain.
She looked back at the hedgehog girl and sprinted forward at her in a zig-zag.
"You have been a pain in the ass, ya know?" The maniac said as she deflected a needle with her pipe.
The girl started to pluck out her hair desperately but Kakiru was already before her, a smile unnerving to no end plastered on her face.
With her feet, she pinned down the girl's arm. Smiling unhumanly wide, she swung the pipe down, shattering her hand.
Her scream echoed through the empty alleyway.
Kakiru then proceeded to do that with her other hand. It was brutal and might be unnecessary, but she would stay out of the fight. Possibly forever.
Now let's see how she will throw these needles anymore! These were seriously starting to get annoying!
The yellow man was put out of his stupor by his friend's scream. With a horrified look, he turned tails and ran.
Well, it would be tasteless not to catch them all, wouldn't it?
So she followed right behind him! Giddily, she threw the pipe at his feet. The man yelped out in pain as he stumbled, hitting the ground face-first.
Slowly, Kakiru walked toward him. Grabbing his hair, she held him up to her eyes. Terrified yellow irises met hers.
"So…did you like it?"
He struggled and grabbed her wrist as his hand glowed. Suddenly she felt a shock through her arm and was forced to let go. He took the opportunity to try to slip away.
He didn't get far. It was stupid, really. He had no capability to get away and risked pissing her off. Oh well.
Grunting in annoyance, she chased right after him, tackling him to the ground. Grabbing his hair again, she slammed his face down to the ground.
"You really have pissed me off, ya know?" She growled "Tell me, what crossed your mind when you decided to attack that couple? Or when you were molesting that girl?"
His eyes widened as horror and desperation started to dawn on him.
"Was it excitement? Because I felt so much of it while pummeling your friend to a pulp!" She laughed madly, and her face turned to deadly serious "Tell me."
"I didn't know! It was a mistake! I-It was just a spur of moment thing!" He responded pitifully. All that seemed to be genuine is his fear at this moment.
It excited her to no end.
"A spur of moment? How quaint." She whispered softly
Kakiru then grabbed his face as a disgusting sense of anger washed over her.
Her hand started getting questionably hot.
Before she could register it, he was screaming out in pain. Surprised, she let go of his face.
His face was blistering as the shape of a hand was clearly imprinted it. He kept screaming as Kakiru clicked her tongue in annoyance. Looking at her hand, she saw the blood on it boiled for a second then simmered down.
"Ah! Ahh-"
Kakiru decided that she have had enough of hearing this coward. With a well-placed hit to the head, the man stopped his screaming.
Then she decided that she should check out the victim. Make sure that girl survived because it would suck if she died.
And there she was, clutching her boyfriend's hand as tears didn't stop leaking from her face.
"It's cold." She whispered, her voice shaking as if frost covered it
"What?"
"His hand. I-I can't feel his warmth anymore. I-I…"
Just like Kakiru thought, the boyfriend was most likely dead by now. That copious amount of blood was beyond human anyway.
"Sorry for your lost." Kakiru managed to say, but it felt bland in her mouth
To be completely honest, what Kakiru felt was anything but. A simmering pity, perhaps, but nothing much. She just couldn't relate to a stranger.
Maybe that was cold, but that's how she has always been. That girl should be glad that she survived at all.
That's not her place to say, though.
The girl just kept sobbing, too hysterical to form a response. It seemed she didn't even acknowledge Kakiru's word. Empty platitudes are worth nothing, after all.
*Clack*
A noise alerted her. Suddenly a white object blur at the corner of her eyes, and Kakiru jumped back to avoid the metal scarf. On the window frame was the homeless-looking man again, a serious expression on his face.
"Ah." She managed to say. A frosty took over her body when his eyes glowed red.
He was that hero that scar-boy talked about. Scar-boy lost to him miserably and Kakiru realized she couldn't win him in a straight fight when his technique and equipment greatly exceeded hers.
"Take care of her, will you?" She kept her composure and ran away into the night. If he's really a hero, he will know what to prioritize first.
She kept her guard up, and only let out a sigh of relief when she was sure that he didn't chase. Probably the first good news she had tonight.
Maybe it was enough exploring already…
It has become a pattern, the second time she saw that white-hair boy. If Kakiru thought it was a dream before, she now realized it would be too vivid for a dream.
Maybe she has finally gone insane?
Nah. It couldn't be her imagination, because he knew things even Kakiru, admittedly, wasn't capable of knowing. Dreams were supposed to be fragments of your memories, she heard her sensei talk about it one time.
And there were things supposed to be familiar but white-hair was unaware of. So no, he was not a figment of her imagination.
He seemed aware, distinct from this void, both of them were.
Eventually, Kakiru learned that his name was Mikumo.
Not like she gave a shit about that, since when did she ever call people by their name?
Not surprisingly, she found out that the boy was incredibly intelligent. Apparently, it was his quirk. And no, that sarcastic tone was intentional, she was sure of it.
To say she wasn't trusting of him at first was an understatement. The one with information was usually the most dangerous. It didn't do anything to reassure her when she confirmed that to he was the one leaving the message at night.
He was shrewd, uncomfortably so.
So much that she couldn't have known he was closer to her than she thought.
His words were cryptic, and Kakiru thought it was just his way of talking. Y'know, like how intelligent people generally just spout bullshits no one knows anything about?
So imagine her surprise when he told her a detailed version of what he said before the crack rudely interrupted them again.
The fact that they shared the same body.
Is that supposed to be… believable?
'That's the theory. You are only conscious at night, aren't you?'
That was when Kakiru realized there are bigger things going on, with both of them.
To be completely honest, she could barely understand his breakdown of their situation, but enough for her to solidify her version of it.
Simply speaking, they are just split personalities residing in the body of a deceased boy named Izuku Midoriya. It was crazy to think of, and awfully morbid.
But it made sense the more she hear about it.
Apparently, the brat had a quirk that created both her and white-hair, a quirk that technically created people with quirks of their own. Or personalities. But she would like to think of herself as human enough.
Now that was confusing.
His death, for better or worse, gave both of them enough control over this body. Hers is the night and his in day.
That complicated things.
And it wasn't the only problem, however. Since then they shared a body, but this body adapted to each of them in different ways. She only got the gist of it, but it gave her explosive blood, and gave white-hair a bigger brain, basically.
So they might share a body, but they were independent in their own way. Isn't that cool?
Sure, learning that was cool…and the brat was smart, she admitted but-
Now that she knew they shared the same body, she could only hope white-hair stopped staving both of them.
And, well, maybe that holier-than-thou attitude.
Kakiru met the homeless-looking man again when she roamed around the densely populated roof. She just had a bright idea, and immediately met obstacles along her way.
Just her luck.
He was just sitting there, eyes cast to the city below in such fixation.
Which flared in alarm immediately as he saw her.
Kakiru froze, wondering how to proceed past this point. She instinctively held her arm up, readying for a fight.
The man looked at her, his gaze appraising as she steeled her resolve.
As soon as he makes a move-
"What are you doing here?" He asked in a low voice, as if not to startle her.
She paused, observing for any ulterior motives.
After a moment, she took the bait.
"Exploring." A simple answer, her eyes never wavered from the hero
"In the middle of the night?" He raised his brow
"What's it to you?" She growled warily
The hero widened his eyes in surprise at the sudden hostility.
"You did a number on them last night, didn't you?" He said, changing the subject.
At least he stopped beating around the bush.
"They deserved it," Kakiru answered simply
"That wasn't for you to decide." He pointed out, his eyes narrowed, judgmental
"Then who? That woman? Because if I'm a minute late, she would be scarred beyond measure, possibly killed." She grunted in defiance of his stare "What? A hero defending some thugs now?"
"You told me that when you defended a villain last time?"
"Who?"
"Dabi. Responsible for the death of 11 people, all burnt to ashes." He said, and Kakiru froze for a moment.
Maybe…
No, frankly, it was none of her business.
"He told me he was just an informant. And this area is flooded with trash anyway. I wouldn't be surprised if he used what he had to defend himself."
"Shouldn't you be sleeping at home at this hour instead of debating with me about what's justice?"
"Too late for that."
Perhaps seeing how defensive she was, the hero decided to drop the subject.
A moment of uncomfortable silence passed.
"Do heroes always spend time talking with supposed criminals like this?" She asked absent-mindedly
"No, not usually." He said flatly "Does that make me nosy, then?"
"Ha! You wish! I spent half of my time sticking my nose where I don't belong." She laughed darkly. Admittedly, that got her into a lot of bullshits.
"In any case, that woman thanked you for saving her." He finally said.
"It was kind of a spur of moment thing," Kakiru admitted, looking away. It felt unwanted, undeserved somehow.
"You saved her nonetheless. I thought it counted to something, at least." He argued, but relented upon seeing her skeptical gaze "You're a problem child, aren't you?"
"I supposed so. I had a knack for finding problems. Just my nature, I guess?" She sighed in response
He looked like he was about to interject something, but decided against it.
Kakiru was surprised to see the homeless-looking hero in the exact same spot last night.
She still got her guard up but decided to approach him this time.
Suddenly, he lunged at her. Kakiru tried to dodge, but her feet get stuck in his scarf. She lost her balance, cursing as she unstuck herself.
The maniac got on her feet quickly as she tried to fight back. But as expected, her moves, although done a good job so far, fell flat against someone that she didn't take by surprise. It had many flaws to be exploited, and she was losing.
This situation was the worst. The roof was empty of things she could use to her advantage, and she didn't bring any weapons to defend herself.
Soon, she was pinned down and struggling helplessly.
"Your move is sloppy." He pointed out and Kakiru could feel the weight on her disappear. She kicked off and rolled away to safety.
The hero just stood there, eyes fixated on her.
"…what do you mean?" Kakiru thought she heard wrong for a moment as she combed through his words. The hero surprisingly didn't look like he had any intention of capturing her.
"You only barely managed to get away before by using underhanded tactics. The criminals you defeated all too relied on their quirks and got taken by surprise. Your luck was also a factor. When you find a problem bigger than you can chew, you will die."
It wasn't a warning, it was a statement considered her reckless nature.
"It's all my sensei ever taught me." She admitted in frustration
It was simply just the truth. But it ticked her off beyond compare
"Was your sensei well-versed in martial art?" He asked
"No, he taught in a self-defense class."
"No wonder."
Kakiru doesn't deny it. The fact that she's flawed was not surprising at all. And it is only natural to link that to her sensei.
"You have potential." He stated so suddenly
"What're you trying to say?" She narrowed her eyes
"I'm not a good teacher, but know a little bit about martial art." That's an understatement. He probably had a ton of training, considering that he is a hero "So…what do you feel about learning it from me?"
"Why do you offer it? I'm a stranger, and I can possibly be a criminal, a villain for all you know." Kakiru asked warily
"You're not."
"Yet." She corrected
"My offer still stands."
She paused as millions of thoughts swarmed her mind.
It could be risky but-
Damn it! This was intriguing! And she…well, just really wanted to give it a try.
She has been bested. The fastest way to move through it is by improving herself. And this is the best chance she got!
It sure shattered her ego, but t was a price she was willing to pay.
Despite not catching her, that hobo really got her cornered, huh? Or it was just her nature overtaking her sense of reason?
'I want to be stronger.'
"Fine, old man." Kakiru finally growled out, barely enough to hear. It didn't help to veil her frustration.
"Call me Eraserhead."
"That's a stupid name." She stated angrily. She was petty, sue her. "…but call me Kakiru."
He gave her a strange look.
"What are you looking at? If you try to capture me or pull any trick, I will be outta here faster than you know I exist. Then I will kick your ass someday when I come back!" She crossed her arm while gritting her teeth in annoyance
"Tough words. Meet me here tomorrow and we will see." He responded flatly "Now go back home, problem child, I still have my patrol to do."
Kakiru paused for a moment.
"You are not so bad." She finally said, albeit hesitantly "Sorry for ruining your scarf that time, I suppose."
The hero gave her a quiet nod. Then he was gone into the night just as fast, leaving Kakiru standing alone on the roof.
As the wind blew through her hair, she couldn't help but grin. Frustration was rising up her throat, but she felt like in the future so near, she could wipe the floor with that old man.
He won't be looking so smug then.
Last night made her feel uncomfortable, but it didn't last long.
Worrying never gets her anywhere. If she wants to get somewhere, she has to make a serious effort.
Sure, she didn't completely trust that hobo, Eraserhead, or some shits, but she would be careful. She was confident.
Sighing, Kakiru decided to think about something else.
There she spotted white-hair occupying a corner of the void, mumbling something incomprehensible, eyes focusing on some invisible notebook.
Kakiru never thought she would say this, but white-hair's existence was endearing in its own way.
He would scold her from time to time about things that she didn't care about either way, but that was something she could live with.
His sass was annoying at times, but she actually thought she bested him on that. As much as they bickered, Kakiru found it quite enjoyable.
To see him sigh internally in annoyance was her biggest joy! He actually looked so done that time she melted a thug's face off!
He was like…a reserved younger brother? Yes, that's the word!
Due to their circumstances, did that mean they were like siblings in some ways?
They do!
And that's when Kakiru decided to start calling white-hair the nickname 'little bro'. It was cute in a way, seeing his face practically pale at her first mention of it, but she was in no shape or form felt guilty.
Because despite how smart Mikumo thought he is, or how apathetic his expression got, he was just human after all. Like her, like everyone else. His quirk might have messed with his brain, but it didn't control who he was, and who he would be.
It was a big sister's responsibility to take care of her sibling after all! And she was very much responsible.
Training with Eraserhead was hellish, to say the least. He was strict, he didn't hold back, and he was sensible. Everything a maniac could ask in a mentor, really.
Practicing with him was strangely exciting, as his move never got repetitive. He was unpredictable, even if that means she had to kiss the floor several times.
"You only trained in unarmed combat?" He raised his brow in surprise
"And pocket knives. Everyone in the class was brief about it at first, but it was soon discarded for taser and pepper spray. So yeah, nothing in-depth. Most of the time I used any weapons I picked up, I suppose?"
"The way you used it suggests otherwise."
"Well, sensei personally taught me how to use it. He knew enough for me to get a grasp on it, and well, not stab myself." She was met with Eraserhead's stare "Oh come on! I made do with what I got, okay?"
"I suppose it's understandable. Seeing that this is a weapon you're familiar with, I will bring some knives for you to practice tomorrow. Between learning martial arts."
"You are the best, Eraserhead-sensei!" Kakiru chirped
"Now, if only you can cull your recklessness."
"Not a chance!"
He sighed in response
"You remind me of my daughter, sometimes." Kakiru widened her eyes at the implication, but it didn't last long "Now let's resume our training."
Okay, having this Mikumo as her little brother was literally a blessing from heaven.
Who could have thought it was so fun teasing him?
Somehow, he managed to get enough money to rent an apartment. She didn't really need it, but the view from the balcony was beautiful so she didn't complain. And the junkyard stink, anyway.
It didn't take long for her to realize her little brother had a passion for analysis. It was obvious considering his quirk, and he especially loved analyzing others' quirks, villains and heroes alike, or even vigilantes.
And maybe he didn't know it, but he would always mumble when an idea flashed through his mind. She didn't understand most of it, but she knew it was spectacular. He was meticulous in his analysis, dissecting every possible use for a quirk, strength to counter it, and weakness to exploit and improve.
She must admit, her brother's mind was his biggest weapon, something she couldn't hope to catch up. At least frontally.
So it was expected, really, when he asked to analyze her quirk since it was something he couldn't see. He needed information.
And Kakiru gladly gave it.
"But there's a catch!" She chirped cheerfully
"No. You can't kill anyone-"
"Oh come on! Not that! I'm not some sort of psychopath, ya know?"
"Highly doubt it." Little bro sighed wistfully "What's your condition, then?"
"Buy me ice cream for a month!" She beamed
"…what?"
"You heard me. Unless you can provide me with ice cream for a month, I won't give you any information."
Actually, what prompted this sudden request was the fact that scar-boy bought her an ice cream last night as his tribute, and she couldn't get the taste out of her mind. It was just…so good. A little chilling to her teeth, but good nonetheless.
So now she's demanding it in this golden chance.
"…are you actually serious? Really?" The shocked look was still imprinted on his face, and Kakiru felt it would be hilarious to point it out now.
"What's that response? I swear I can see scar-boy all over again right now!" The maniac laughed, but fondness leaked through her hysterical voice "It's an easy request! What's there to think about?"
"I suppose so?" He answered, feeling an inexplicably bad feeling
But there was no way out. So while reluctantly, Mikumo agreed to buy her ice cream for a month.
That was a mistake.
"So…you convinced your brother to buy you ice cream? For a month?" Scar-boy asked while she was trailing behind him
"Yeah. He had the budget! And I had a good bargaining chip!"
The maniac had a brother, who could have thought?
"He had my sympathy." Scar-boy clasped his hand together, imitating a prayer
"He knew what to expect. He was like, very, very smart." She argued, annoyed at scar-boy over-dramatic gestures.
"I don't think smart covered crazy things like this," Scar-boy said warily as he looked around, seeing countless litters of eaten ice cream.
"Shuddup. Now, can you show me the weapon?" Patience was not her strong suit after all
"I'm sorry, humanity," Scar-boy whispered remorsefully
"What are you mumbling about? Hurry up!"
Both of them were silent. But on Kakiru's face laid a sheepish smile.
"What happened to the ice cream?" Little bro asked, his voice shaking
"I-um…eat it?" Kakiru answered innocently
"The whole package?" He widened his eyes "That's not humanly possible!"
"They were delicious, by the way." She added
"So that's why my teeth were aching this morning…" He groaned in frustration
"Oh, that was my bad, I suppose." She blinked in response, but it did nothing to deter little bro.
"You-" He looked ready to explode, but finally sigh "Control yourself, or no more deal."
"Really? My quirk is very interesting, ya know?"
"Not enough to risk my life-long investment and the rest of my sanity."
"You are no fun." She whined, but stopped at seeing his flat gaze "But seeing as it affected my little bro negatively, I will try to tone it down."
Mostly she agreed to his condition because of the body they shared. Little bro figured out that whatever she do could affect him negatively and vice-versa. She didn't want a repeat of that time they both collapsed from exhaustion.
It was the worst, how her body was aching the whole night and she couldn't go out for her adventure. Her worst nightmare was something restricting her freedom. She felt so vulnerable, so…suffocated.
Both of them decided that they hate that feeling. So she will relent this time.
"I'm not your little bro." He said begrudgingly
"Too late for that. I have claimed you as mine, little bro!" She grinned
Mikumo could only sigh internally
And one more day passed as he was forced to live with this incarnation of chaos.
He needed a break.