Grass.
Tree.
Grass.
"You alright there? You've been awfully quiet."
Cow.
Maybe it was rude to just stare through the window and not speak but Izuku didn't care.
Grass.
Grass.
Grass.
"Hey, kid, I know you already woke up."
House.
Interesting.
Grass.
Grass.
Ground.
"Listen, we can do the U-turn if you want. I'm not forcing you to do anything."
Grass.
Ground.
Wheat.
"Hey, do you even hear me?"
The only answer he got her was pressing his nose to the window and letting the steam cover area over his mouth.
Grass.
Corn.
Grass.
Grass.
Town Sign.
Oh finally, it was getting monotonous.
Where the hell were they going, he didn't know. She said home. Yet they were traveling for roughly three hours.
Maybe he had life experience of a six-year-old but something just wasn't adding up.
"Oh, we'll soon be there." Kuroiro's voice sounded tired and annoyed with a layer of fake cheerfulness. Why did she even try? It's not like this would make him feel better. Nothing could make him feel better when this… this abomination was still walking on Earth surface. He himself was still walking on Earth surface. Not captured, unrestrained, free.
What a joke.
He was dangerous. He killed so many... Warped quirks of so many...
Bad Men and Bad Women it sounded so serious to him while he was under his father's influence. Now it was just childish. Maybe because Bastard kept him as a child—young, naive... so trustful.
He hated how eager he was to take orders—any order really. As long as he could get Bastard's approval, as long as he got that dose of—
He heard the glass, making strange high noise. Kuroiro's head whipped into his direction, trying to find the source.
"Watch the road, please, or you'll get us killed," Izuku murmured lowly, deactivating the part of his quirk that activated without him being conscious about it.
Telekinesis.
He has never obtained this quirk, it was never gifted to him. It just... suddenly appeared as a part of his original.
It was weak. At first only allowing him to pull things to himself, then to push things away. At some point father allowed him to learn some basic physics—Newton's laws and such, so he could understand better what he could and couldn't do. He was banned from learning more. And so he practiced and practiced until it was perfect. Until he could move things around, still pushing and pulling, but being able to put the point of "gravity" anywhere he wanted within a sphere of 2 meters.
And it was connected to his emotional state to the point where it could shatter things around him if he was too upset.
"Sorry," Izuku rasped out. "Didn't mean to do that." Guilt flooded him as he realized that hadn't the glass creaked he wouldn't notice.
And that wouldn't end well, he knew from experience.
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"Did you do that?" Izuku's head snapped up and he looked in the front mirror, where reflection of Kuroiro's eyes stared at him with... was it fear? Her irises were so small but her eyes were open wide. Yep, probably fear.
Izuku curled into a ball. Kuroiro was going to leave him, he knew it. Why would she keep him? He was dangerous. He was a murderer. He didn't deserve help, he deserved solitude, jail.
"I'll... take that as a yes..." she whispered, getting her eyes back to road. "Is this your quirk? You said something about being able to destroy other quirks too... and another thing about poison resistance?" she questioned, glancing at him from time to time. She seemed tense, on the edge of... something. Was he making her nervous? Probably.
Good.
"That's true," he murmured into his sleeve, which was there because his arms were firmly placed in front of his face and on his knees, which he lifted to his chin. Maybe not the safest position when being in a car but frankly he didn't care about his own safety.
"Well, maybe you'll share more once you get comfortable," she said contemplatively as she pulled over in front of a house. It was rather... simple. More traditional looking than the ones he was used to. And there was a farming field around it.
God damn, he was stupid. She meant home.
"Were you born here?" he asked silently, letting his eyes wander to various crops glistening in setting sun, to a rabbit which didn't react at all at the sight of a car, to... a man walking in their direction..?
Kuroiro was out of the car in moments, jumping in older man's embrace.
"Welcome home Himeri."