Tomura wakes up in a soft bed in a room that is not his. He lies still. Sun enters this window. It is morning. Everything that had happened from the night before came rushing to him. He moves his arms to his face and is surprised by the number of bandages. He softly notes that His arms don't feel heavy from chains. Did his new captors not chain him? What’s with these gloves?
Tomura tries to Decay the blanket and nothing happens. This seems like a much nicer way to stop him from destroying things. Tomura quickly throws off the blanket and rushes to the window. He tries to pull himself up to it, his legs hurt with each step but that doesn’t matter. Tomura has to escape. He quickly chants his name as he weakly tries to pull himself up to the window.
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It’s no use and he drops to the floor. He lets out a yelp when he tumbles to the ground. A Man made of mist comes rushing into the room, Medical kit in hand. That's odd. More importantly, that's his captor! Tomura rips off the glove with his other hand and aims his hand at the mist man.
“Take a deep breath, I'm not here to harm you.” Mist man says. “My name is Kurogiri, Sensei found you last night and pulled that man off you.”
Tomura collects his name and keeps it in his mind. “Are you further injured?” Mist man er-Kurogiri says. Tomura looks to the floor and speaks softly “I'm not hurt mister”
“Really? I'm glad, This room is your room for as long as you like. Sensei said you are allowed to come and go as you please.” Kurogiri says its just the law.
“Why?” Tomura gathers the strength to look at Kurogiri in the eyes. His eyes are yellow and he really is made of mist.
“Sensei saved me from the streets too. I got beat up by a Hero pretty bad... But he's no longer a threat! And neither is that man!” Tomura assumes that Kurogiri tries to smile but cannot.
“Tomura… Call me Tomura… how old are you?” Tomura is actually a bit curious how old the mist man is. He's rather tall after all!
“I am 12 years old!” Kurogiri puffs out his chest like he’s proud of his age.
“What!! No way!” Tomura stomps over to him sliding the glove back on. “I'm only 4! There's no way you get that tall that quickly!”
Kurogiri just laughs and offers his misty hand “You must be hungry right? I can make us some food! Follow me!” Tomura shakily holds Kurogiri’s hand and he gets led to the kitchen.
Tomura tries to think of the right word “Why doesn't your Sensei make your food? He’s like an adult right?”
“Oh!” Kurogiri says “I generally like seeing my food prepared because I've been poisoned in the past.” Kurogiri pulls up a chair for Tomura in the kitchen before getting to work on making breakfast. “I didn’t have the best home life! But I'm With Sensei now. I'm glad that he saved me.” Kurogiri has blue tears in his eyes before he wipes them away. “Is scrambled eggs okay?” Tomura nods, his throat hurting from all the talking he has done today. Kurogiri warps a glass of orange juice to Tomura while he's cooking and, without hesitation, he drinks it.
“What happened to my Father?” Tomura eventually asks through the silence.
“The man that was hurting you? Sensei is taking care of him. Why?” Kurogiri is curious.
“I want him hurt for what he did to me,” Tomura responds back. Kurogiri looks blankly at Tomura before going back to cooking. Tomura is shocked at the lack of expression of him just admitting to wanting his father to hurt.
“Sensei won't let him live unscathed. I promise you that.” Kurogiri goes back to cooking. “He might seem a bit odd at times, but he really does care when Kids get hurt. However, you should know before we go any further.”
“Know what?” Tomura asks, slightly scared of his response.
“Sensei and I are villains. However long you wish to stay here we will not force you into anything villainous, if you wish to be a hero, we will support you.”
Tomura felt his blood boil. Hero? HIM a HERO?! Those who didn’t come to save him when his father beat him constantly? NEVER. Tomura couldn’t even save himself! How was he supposed to save others? Tomura would never become a hero. Tomura allows his poisonous thoughts to creep onto his face and with malice in his voice he speaks.
“Heroes? Disgusting, they never help those who need it. Heroes are greedy and only in it for fame and money. I PROMISE the day I become a hero in society is the day I DIE.”
“I feel the same way.” Kurogiri talks softly. “You will fit in nicely here.” Kurogiri leads him out of the kitchen and sets the food on the bar’s countertop. Kurogiri helps Tomura up on the bar stools before setting his food down.
Tears form in Tomura’s eyes. “Thank you Kurogiri.”
“It is no problem Tomura. I shall always be here should you need help.” Kurogiri warps cleaning materials and begins cleaning the bar.
Tomura eats the first solid food other than crackers for the first time in a year.
If Kurogiri notices him crying, he doesn’t mention it.