FUTURE QUEEN % tomura shigaraki

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN : OVERHAUL (AGAIN, AGAIN)

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a loud clatter woke you. hushed voices started to converse shortly after. it sounded like multiple people, maybe three? curious, you leaned flush against the door.  

"if you jeproadize our position i will kill you." you recognized the monotonous tone- the one that droned on as if it were bored all the time.  

overhaul.

he was inside the hideout. how'd he get here in the first place? what did he want? where was shigaraki? 

rage and sadness engulfed you. your anger made you want to burst out and pummel overhaul into the ground for his misdeeds against the league. the sadness made the memories flood back, the ones that you fought hard to bury. it made you want to curl up and hide away.

before you could react, your door flew open, sending you tumbling backwards. you landed on your ass, glancing up at the three figures in the doorway. the purple fluff and beak mask was all too familiar to you.

"ah, y/n l/n, correct?" overhaul knelt down to your level. "did i startle you? i'm sorry."

you wouldn't move. you couldn't speak. the flashes of magne bursting into nothingness overcame your vision. all you saw was red and all you felt was helplessness.

"oh right. you were the one that was pretty frantic about that magne, huh?" he sucked a breath. "yeah. i didn't' want to kill him either."

"her." you whispered, avoiding his eyes and shrinking onto the attention that was focused on you. "she was a she."

overhaul's golden eyes seemed to hold more menace that when you first saw them. "that's what toga and twice said. wow, aren't you all peas in a pod. my mistake, then. i didn't want to kill her."

you said nothing in response, afraid that if you made one move that you'd die. your eyes scanned the two men behind him, both dressed in similar, less adorned beak masks.

"listen, the healer i have available is... indisposed at the moment. since shigaraki's league and my hassaikai are partners, i am able to draw resources from him just as he is able to from me." he explained and you already knew where this was going. "so you'll lend me your aid, hmm?"

you nodded wordlessly, having nowhere to escape and not being dumb enough to refuse. he held out a gloved hand and you flinched, wary to take it. he chuckled darkly, his eyes holding no emotion.

"don't worry, my quirk doesn't work unless it's skin to skin contact." he said and you felt sick as he helped you off the floor, escorting you to the car parked outside and driving off.

you knew shigaraki had no idea about this exchange but you didn't want to speak up about it. you weren't about to die today.

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"here's where you'll stay." overhaul gestured to one of the rooms. "i figured some company would do you both well."

both? you frowned to yourself as you were lead down the pristine, white, seemingly-never-ending halls of the hassaikai base. 

"she's been a bit distant lately, so some good-natured interaction will help her spirits rise a bit." overhaul continued. she? what was he talking about? "i apologize, i don't have many guest rooms here, so you'll have to share."

he looked back at you, expectant for a response. you stood a bit straighter, struggling to not stumble over your words. "i don't mind at all."

satisfied, he turned back to face front, unlocking the room and opening the door. "kronos will come retrieve you once i need you." and with that, the door was shut and locked behind you.

was it smart to get this far in? what could you have possibly done to get out of this position without dying? "whatever," you mumbled to yourself. it wasn't like you can do anything about it now.

you heard a rustle and you immediately shot up from where you sat slumped against the door, lowering yourself into a stance. "who's there?" you scanned the room, red eyes poking out from behind a toy chest.

a toy chest. was this 'she' a daughter or younger sister or something? was chisaki even capable of something like that?

"uh, hi there." you came down from your defensive high and sat down, coaxing the kid from where she was hiding. "what's your name."

the poor girl seemed to shaken to even blink.

"i'm y/n. i'm a healer, like you." you smiled at her shadow. she curled up and faced away from you, mumbling something incoherent. you could barely make it out. something like, "m'not a healer".

"so... i'm sorry to have barged in on your space like this." you said, chuckling awkwardly. "i didn't have much choice, so thanks for sharing."

the girl seemed to grow more tolerant of your presence, ever so slightly, as she emerged from the hiding spot. her wide eyes questioned everything about you as she sat down across from you. she leaned toward you a bit, as if asking you to talk more.

"i'm with the league of villains, but since we're partnering with the hassaikai, i have to be here to heal the injured." you beamed, holding up your hands as a faint glow came from it. "see?"

she nodded, rocking back and forth. you noticed her limbs, from her ankles to her arms, were all bandaged up. you cocked your head, growing suspicious of this young 'healer'. 

"does your quirk deal damage to your body?" you regretted it the moment you asked— she scrunched up, looking downcast towards the floor. "if you're hurt, i can heal you if you want."

she frantically shook her head. you pursed your lips, concerned and worried. "okay... uhm. is it because you don't want people to see your scars?" you wanted to question who gave a girl of her age scars in the first place but bit your tongue. 

you already had a strong suspect. and it made you burn with even more anger towards him.

she said nothing in response. you gave her a sad smile. "you know, scars are lovely in a way. and while they bring back bad memories," you noticed how she gulped. "they're always a testament to how we've overcame things. you know? like, we've been cut but we're not dead yet, haha." you cleared your throat. "maybe this is a bad topic for first conversations."

she slowly shook her head, releasing her vice grip from her forearms. 

"you sure?" you questioned, pulling your knees closer to your chest. "well... i have a few scars myself, but i've always thought of them as a sign of strength." a little laugh passed through your lips. "you should see one of my friends, he's covered in scars. it's like he's wearing a huge sign that says 'dont mess with me' because if you could bear those wounds, then you can do anything." you shrugged. "it seems that way, anyway."

her full focus was on you as you talked. your lips twitched upwards as you put on a nearby lamp. "i think that's enough of that. do you have a favorite game to play?"