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"I kind of feel sorry for them," Kurogiri sighed. It wasn't often he spent time on the roof. Looking down at the people wandering around sometimes made him incredibly sad.

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Izuku nods a little, though for a moment he remains silent -- sitting on the roof was how he spent a lot of his nights, watching the people below go on with their lives... It was peaceful. He could forget about himself for a while and just observe. The hideout was in a pretty shady part of town, though, and some of the people he watched... They probably had it even worse than he did.

"Yeah, me too... Sometimes I still wish I could help them." He sighs, not taking his eyes off the pavement below. "But I'm really not much better than they are -- that kind of thing is hero work, anyways. That's not really what we do here..."

"... Do you ever feel that way? Wanting to help but just being so... Helpless?"

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Tomura “But I don’t know how to adapt, Sensei only raised me to take over for him, villainy and such. I don’t know how to be good or anything, I’m not good with people really and I was supposed to take care of the league too. What if they’re hurt somewhere?”

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Tomura nodded and snuggled against him, keeping his hands balled up so he didn’t accidentally hurt the other “I-I love you too, everything is changing, I-I don’t know what to do.”

“I know, I know,” Kumogiri said gently. “The only thing we can do is to adapt, Tomura. Change is terrifying, I know. But it won’t stop for us, we have to face it head-on.”

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Kurogiri sighed, resting against Hisato. "You know, despite not being able to experience hunger, sometimes I do get cravings," he said. "Oddly enough, despite knowing we could get most of the finer things in life, I've found myself craving a low-grade cheeseburger. There's something funny about that, I just don't know what it is."

It was an innane thought, but Hisato had wanted him to talk more, so Kurogiri had decided to just say it before he overthought and kept it to himself.

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      Hisato quietly wrote in one of his old journals, flipping from one old page to another before jotting down his personal thoughts on the many dreams that plagued him. A word of advice from the very misty man besides him. He always said to archive his opinion and assumptions on what his dreams might mean, so he took to logging them in his books to go over in the future. 

Besides the quiet scribbling of his pen, not a word had been truly murmured between them. Content to the silence, of course under Kurogiri’s deep soothing bass tone stirred the ancient.

The soft rumble for food grew a smile on the snowy haired mans lips, even causing ruby eyes to draw away from his notes as he gave his right hand man a simple nod in agreement.

“Quite amusing indeed. But if this is your wish, then I will see to it you get that which you seem to be craving. Its been awhile since I too had such a thing now that I think about it.”

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"You reek of death."

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" hm. "

he's hardly offended by the assessment. he followed death like it's shadow; the faint specs of ashen dust from his latest outburt still littered the black unwashed hoodie he used to travel incognito. rot permeates; it's not a scent that can easily be dismissed, unless he wanted to replace it with bleach and formaldehyde. all of it links to the same thing in the end, doesn't it? death; decay.

" you're one to talk. " his voice is a soft rasp; quiet and scratchy, clearly whatever had bothered him prior has become muted into an absence of feeling. " -- burnt flesh and chemical treatment ... i'm surprised you aren't leaking pus with those shoddy dermals you use to keep your skin from slipping off. "

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Tomura smiled up at him, a genuine smile as that as he really didn’t give that out much, hiding behind a mask most of the time since he was supposed to be leader of a powerful organization. He then nodded “t-trust you.” He trusted the other with his life despite everything “t-thought you…..*coughing fit* would a-after being with *more coughing* the heroes.” He honestly felt so weak, so vulnerable and he hated it really and knew that Sensei would be disappointed, it felt nice though being back with him and being taken care of properly.

Shigaraki managed not to spill the water as his head was propped up on the arm, he practically downed it and sucked on the cough drops eagerly despite the medicinal taste. It made him feel better and he wasn’t coughing as much anymore, he sniffed the air as the soup was made and the brought out to him. The villain kept his fists balled up against his chest before shaking his head “I f-feel so weak a-and pathetic but I-I can’t ‘Giri. The exp-exp-‘eriments were incredibly b-brutal. No m-mercy.” He mumbled.

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Shigaraki looked so small, curled up against the mystic man’s chest almost like he was a kid again when they had first met. His hands were curled into fists like he was worried that he might hurt the other still with his quirk that probably won’t be coming back for a while due to the suppression shots.

He was too weak to do anything else really, groaning as the couch felt so good on his sore muscles and battered body. His blue hair in his face and he was in a pair of scrub like clothing. “D-D-Don’t *coughing* know” he coughed even more as he tried to wet his throat with saliva “c-c-couldn’t tell -*coughing* days apart.” His shoulders feeling a lot better now that he wasn’t being strung up “Y-You saved *cough* me s-still” he was worried that the other didn’t care about him anymore after being with the heroes

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“Of course. I would not abandon you,” Kumogiri promised, moving his hair out of his face. “Rest for a bit, I’ll look after you. First things first, some water and cough drops for Tomura’s poor throat. He headed to the kitchen to get those, and quickly returned to make him a proper meal. Nothing too rich - he didn’t want to make the poor boy sick - but soup seemed appropriate.

He soon returned with a bowl of soup in hand. “Can you sit up to eat, or will you need help?”

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@lking-rp-hub​ asked: Kurogiri chuckled, shaking his head. "I see something different, sir. I think most people that follow you do. You're a light of hope to those this world leaves in darkness. Perhaps the devil - the one that rebelled against 'god', who refused the current order. Lightbringer, the one I would gladly fall to hell with."

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    “Such poetry you spill for me, Kurogiri.”

    All For One chuckled, lightly dusting his waistcoat for his servant. “You would fall for me? Be my Azazel as my side. Charred wings and all?” He murmured fondly. “We rebel against the written law, go our own way and be branded devils and demons. And yet you would still follow me into a sunless place.”

“I am thankful to have such loyalty among my ranks. With you. As your Lightbringer, I will happily be the beacon to a new dawn. For all of those under the shade of my wings~”

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Tomura wanted nothing more than to stay with Kurogiri, curl up in his lap like he did when he was a child and Sensei wasn’t here to demand that the other stop coddling him. He hadn’t had much of a childhood, being with AFO since he was 5, he had to grow up quickly as the other hated nonsense really.

“Mine is Tenko Shimura, my birth name. Apparently my Grandmother Nana Shimura was AllMight’s mentor and that’s why I was taken in by him, to mess with the number one hero. He never intended to retire but to take over my body as his own was growing too fragile. He lied to me my entire life really.” He then nodded “I don’t know which one to go by either though it is suggested that I drop the villain name and what would you like me to call you? I could always try dad if either one bothers you, you certainly deserve it more than my own bastard or a father.” Shigaraki honestly didn’t know what to do with himself though, why they hadn’t locked him away and thrown away the key like they had done to All For One and other villains. Why was he being rehabilitated?

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Tomura was honestly a mess really, his hair hung in his face, his face was a bit concave, he was really thing, and his clothes just hung on him. He really did need to eat more and take care of himself better but he always had Kurogiri to take care of him since he was a child after Sensei took him in.

“I wonder the same thing, how different things could of been and what’s if but none of that matters since we can’t change anything. How much is me and how much is what he groomed me to be, my name isn’t even my real name.” His dry lips cracked as he smiled in return, a genuine smile “I’m glad to hear that really, I just worry you’ll turn into someone I don’t even recognize and what if you change your mind about me. You’re all I have left really, my only parental figure.” He was happy to know that Kurogiri was proud of him.

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Of course, seeing him in that state made Kurogiri want to bring him home (wherever that was, they hadn’t figured out when they were going to release him or where he would go when they did) and take care of him. But he wasn’t really able to do that, stuck in a cell.

“… They told me my ‘real name’ while I was here. They said I was Oboro Shirakumo. But I don’t feel… right, calling myself that,” he explained. “… Kurogiri doesn’t feel right, either. Figuring out the real ‘me’ is… going slowly.”

He sighed, shaking his head. “But what I’ve found is that only you can choose your true self, Tomura. Please take your time with that decision.”

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Tomura seemed to light up at seeing the snack cakes and began to eat his food more eagerly, no longer complaining and only making slight faces as he continued to scarf down his food. Once it was finished, he wiped his mouth on his sleeve “alright I ate it all, can I have them now.” He really did like his sweets

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Tomura continues to push it around a bit “if I finish this, can I have a snack cake afterwards. The pink ones with brown and white stuff inside (snow balls) I like those quite the best really.” He then takes a couple more bites and asks for pepper, wanting to spice it up a little bit.

Kurogiri was probably the closest thing Tomura had to a father figure really and obviously Tomura respected the man very much and was of great care and importance to him, probably rivaling All For one’s.

“Of course.” That was a fair enough deal, really. Kurogiri smiled gently, getting up to make sure that they had some of Tomura’s desired snack left. Thank goodness, they did. He took two, putting them on their own plate and bringing them out to motivate Tomura into finishing his meal.

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Tomura was honestly barely conscious at this point, the experiments were absolutely brutal, more so than the ones with Eri, he didn’t care about giving him any sort of breaks. He was on how Tomura’s quirk worked and how their experimental drugs would work on him as well.

Overhaul had kept him clean due to the germaphobe behavior that he had exhibited so there’s that anyway, hopefully no infections or anything. Once the chains were gone, nothing else was holding him up and he fell right into Kumogiri’s arms, groaning a bit and his eyes barely opening to see who it was. “Giri” he mumbled in surprise before coughing a bit.

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When Overhaul was finally taken down and the place that he was residing in was raided, they found something that they were not expecting. Shigaraki was locked up in a cell, chained to the wall, covered in scars and needle marks. Overhaul had taken to doing his experiments on the missing villain leader instead of trying to recover Eri from the heroes.

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Kumogiri, as he had taken to calling himself, was not meant to get involved in heroes or villains anymore. Besides his friendships with a few particular heroes, he was on strict orders to stick to normal civilian life. It was supposed to be part of his recovery, although he was sure they were just afraid that it hadn’t worked.

All of that to say, he was not meant to be anywhere near the second Overhaul raid. But since he knew Shota was working that case, he had decided to duck in just to make sure he wasn’t hurt. He must have landed a few rooms over, he could hear the heroes still wrapping up business outside, arresting everyone and so on.

Not that he was focused on that. Instead his eyes locked onto the one chained to the wall. “Tomura?” he asked softly. “My god- I’ll get you down from there, hold on.” He managed to cut the locks open with small warp gates, keeping his arms free to catch Tomura before he could fall.

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Tomura’s eyes briefly shut as Kurogiri wiped up his mess, relishing in the gentle touch before nodding “I trust you, more than anyone still really, I looked up to you so much growing up and I just can’t rid of our despite you being with the heroes now.”

Tomura’s hand just flopped back down once the spoon was taken and he actually looked relieved to have Kurogiri feeding him, he probably wouldn’t have accepted the help in the past because it was so embarrassing because he was supposed to be a leader and a responsible adult. But it was just so easy to give into the other now and just let him take care of him. “Please help me Kurogiri.” He was figuratively reaching out to the other, willing the other to make everything better just like he had when he was a child under his care.

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Shigaraki “I was supposed to be the best with all those enhancements and the others things they did, if not then what was point of enduring all that. You’re still proud of me right? I haven’t disappointed you at all?” The only other opinion that he ever cared for besides AFO was Kurogiri, he had appreciated his caretaker a great rep.

The villain could barely lift his arm to feed himself, humming at how good it tasted “I missed your cooking, no one else’s is as good.” some of it missed and was dripping down his chin onto his shirt “J-Just don’t let Overhaul get me again. He be so upset that I made a mess while eating.” Tomura looked up at him “they won’t, they’ll just lock me up and throw away the key. I’ll rot in Taratus or be executed. I don’t want to be forgotten and abandoned.”

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Kurogiri took out a handkerchief and gently wiped up the mess. “I won’t let anyone take you. Not the Commission, the police, or Overhaul,” he promised. “I am not disappointed with you, Tomura.”

He gently took the spoon, resolving to just feed Tomura until he was strong enough to eat on his own. “It may take some maneuvering, but I will do whatever is necessary to help you.”

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Shigaraki “I was supposed to be the best with all those enhancements and the others things they did, if not then what was point of enduring all that. You’re still proud of me right? I haven’t disappointed you at all?” The only other opinion that he ever cared for besides AFO was Kurogiri, he had appreciated his caretaker a great rep.

The villain could barely lift his arm to feed himself, humming at how good it tasted “I missed your cooking, no one else’s is as good.” some of it missed and was dripping down his chin onto his shirt “J-Just don’t let Overhaul get me again. He be so upset that I made a mess while eating.” Tomura looked up at him “they won’t, they’ll just lock me up and throw away the key. I’ll rot in Taratus or be executed. I don’t want to be forgotten and abandoned.”

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Tomura “I missed you so much ‘Giri. I want to bring you back but I couldn’t, I didn’t know where you were at and I didn’t want sensei to hurt you either. I thought maybe it was for the best that you were with them, that they would take care of you especially EraserHead.”

He groaned as he was sat up, using the couch to keep himself propped up “I feel that way, Sensei would be so disappointed in me because I wasn’t strong enough to get away on my own. I was so drugged up and I hated all the scrubbing that he did, he said I was filthy and as vile as a disease really.”

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“… Our old Master… does not have the best ideas on strength and worth,” he said carefully. He had been thinking those sorts of things for a while, but saying them was still… odd. It made him tense, as if AFO himself would come bursting in to tear him apart for his ‘treachery’.

He carefully moved Tomura’s hair out of his face so he could eat properly. “They have been taking care of me here, you’re right. I may… need to talk to them about looking after you as well.”

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Tomura nodded and snuggled against him, keeping his hands balled up so he didn’t accidentally hurt the other “I-I love you too, everything is changing, I-I don’t know what to do.”

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Shigaraki balled his hands into fists and wrapped his arms around Kumogiri “please don’t leave me, I wanna stay with you, everyone else is gone and I need you, I missed you.” He buried his face against the other

Kumogiri carefully pulled Tomura into his lap, rocking him gently. “I won’t leave you,” he promised. “I love you, you’re my son. I won’t ever leave you.” No matter what he remembered about past lives, that would always be true.

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Shigaraki balled his hands into fists and wrapped his arms around Kumogiri “please don’t leave me, I wanna stay with you, everyone else is gone and I need you, I missed you.” He buried his face against the other

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Tomura “d-d-did you forget about me? D-Do you not care about m-me anymore now that you’re someone else? I-I don’t want to be alone, no no no Sensei promised I-I wouldn’t be alone again.” He was curled up and rocking slightly

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Kumogiri crouched down next to him, trying to make eye contact. “No, no. Nothing like that,” he said gently. “I was Kurogiri, before. I still care for you, Tomura. I still raised you. I would never forget about you. You don’t have to be alone.”

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Tomura continues to push it around a bit “if I finish this, can I have a snack cake afterwards. The pink ones with brown and white stuff inside (snow balls) I like those quite the best really.” He then takes a couple more bites and asks for pepper, wanting to spice it up a little bit.

Kurogiri was probably the closest thing Tomura had to a father figure really and obviously Tomura respected the man very much and was of great care and importance to him, probably rivaling All For one’s.

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Shigaraki then frowned and put his game down, staring at the food in front of him “it’s lasted me this long and you put vegetables in it so I suppose you’re going for the nutritional value and protein.” He then hesitated and grabbed the silverware with 4 fingers, a little difficult to really grasp it.

He wasn’t generally hungry much especially after his visits with Sensei or the doctor, he pushed around his food and looked at Kurogiri before trying some of it and hoping his stomach doesn’t twist into knots. “It’s alright” he said after a few bites, pushing around the vegetables with a look of disgust “I have to eat all of this?” He then takes a bite of a vegetable.

Kurogiri sat, nodding. “Yes, if you can.” He didn’t often treat Tomura as his child, despite raising him. He was a strong young man, after all. But he did need some reminders to take care of himself sometimes. “If not, then at least try a few bites of each, and we will save the rest for later.”

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Shigaraki looked so small, curled up against the mystic man’s chest almost like he was a kid again when they had first met. His hands were curled into fists like he was worried that he might hurt the other still with his quirk that probably won’t be coming back for a while due to the suppression shots.

He was too weak to do anything else really, groaning as the couch felt so good on his sore muscles and battered body. His blue hair in his face and he was in a pair of scrub like clothing. “D-D-Don’t *coughing* know” he coughed even more as he tried to wet his throat with saliva “c-c-couldn’t tell -*coughing* days apart.” His shoulders feeling a lot better now that he wasn’t being strung up “Y-You saved *cough* me s-still” he was worried that the other didn’t care about him anymore after being with the heroes

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Tomura was honestly barely conscious at this point, the experiments were absolutely brutal, more so than the ones with Eri, he didn’t care about giving him any sort of breaks. He was on how Tomura’s quirk worked and how their experimental drugs would work on him as well.

Overhaul had kept him clean due to the germaphobe behavior that he had exhibited so there’s that anyway, hopefully no infections or anything. Once the chains were gone, nothing else was holding him up and he fell right into Kumogiri’s arms, groaning a bit and his eyes barely opening to see who it was. “Giri” he mumbled in surprise before coughing a bit.

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“It’s alright. I’m here, Tomura, I’m here,” he promised, cradling him so that he didn’t have to worry about hitting the ground. Could he go to the heroes outside? No, he would get himself arrested again, not to mention what they might do to Tomura… He would need to get somewhere safe.

He quickly opened a warp gate back home - the home he shared with Shota and Hizashi. Shota was still at the raid, and Hizashi was overseas on a mission so they would have the house to themselves for a while.

“Lie down,” he said, placing him on the couch. “I’ll get you some water. When did you last eat?”