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By -N3KOMA


'TRUST US'

__________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

The nomu let out a growl while taking a step forward towards the [H/C] five year old. Soft whimpers of fear left her lips as she took a step back, "B-Boo-" she turned around to spot the green headed male; only to be found nowhere.

A soft gasp left her lips before hearing another harsh growl from the creature behind her. [Y/N] turned around and saw the nomu closer to her.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she took two steps back— the nomu took a step forward, closer to [Y/N]. A scream left her lips after she saw the nomu raising his arm to hit her.

She fell backwards and curled up into a ball while shaking violently in fear, "B-Boo.." She whispered under her breath. Then all of the sudden, she heard a loud painful growl from the nomu.

The screams went on and [Y/N] stayed in her position, soon the screams calmed down her soft sniffles were heard among the dim hallway.

She heard footsteps coming closer to her, she slowly opened her glossy bloodshot [E/C] eyes before gasping slightly and backing away.

There, stood a male with messy grayish-blue hair with a hand on his face. He had on a long black sleeve shirt matching it with black pants. He also wore white gloves.

He took slow and soft steps towards her which made her back away with each step he takes forward, a yelp left her lips as her back hit the wall.

[Y/N] hugged her knees while shaking, the male in front of her kneeled down to her height and looked at her.

"Are you okay?"

His voice was heard as she stayed silent still sitting in fear.

"Are you alone?"

No answer.

"Do you want to come with me?"

"..."

A sigh escaped his lips, 'maybe she's afraid of father..'

[Y/N] saw him reach for the hand on his face and remove it away from his face, her eyes widened.

He had a pale skin, his lips were chapped and he had a right scar on it, and he had red eyes. "It's okay." He reached his hand towards her..

"You can trust me.."

Trust, that was what hurt [Y/N] the most.

She trusted overhaul yet he hurt her.

She trusted Midoriya and his friends, yet they hurt her.

What if he hurts her too?

"I won't let you get hurt."

His voice sounded so genuine and trustworthy, even though he stated it in a nonchalant tone.

She gulped as she placed her petite hand in his large ones, he helped her stand up before asking, "What's your name?"

Silence took over the room, [Y/N] felt like she was back in square one, she couldn't say anything except;

"Boo.."

He hummed,

"I'm shigaraki tomura.."

"What!?" Aizawa shrieks, "What do you mean you lost her!?" He clenched his fist as Uraraka and Tsuyu trembled in fear.

"Sh-She was with us, bu-but then suddenly sh-she was gone! Deku-kun and todoroki-kun are looking for her now!" Uraraka explained, Eri's eyes expanded.

"[Y/N]-chan? She's lost? Where is she? Wasn't she with you?" Eri attacked them with questions as tears builded up in her eyes. "Don't worry Eri-chan! They will find her I'm sure!" Kaminari reassured with a smile, even though he himself was worried.

"You guys stay and watch over Eri, Uraraka, Tsuyu, you're coming with me." Aizawa informed.

"Hai!"
"Hai!"



"It's like she vanished." Midoriya mumbled under his breath before todoroki stood next to him panting.

"She's not around the parking lot." Todoroki said while picking up his breath. "Where could she be?" Midoriya questioned.

"Deku-kun! Todoroki-kun!" They both heard and turned to spot both girls with their teacher.

"Aizawa-sensei!" Midoriya exclaimed, "[Y/N] she-"

"I know," Aizawa started, "Did you check everywhere?" Todoroki and Midoriya nodded.

"She's not in any of the aisles."

"She wasn't by the fridge displays."

"She wasn't by the entrance."

"She wasn't by the parking lots."

"Nowhere." Todoroki ended, a frustrated sigh left aizawa's lips.

"The store's cameras." Aizawa muttered silently, "What?"

"The security cameras. Maybe they spotted something." Aizawa said as they started walking towards the store.

"Bo-Boo...?" [Y/N] was holding onto shigaraki's hand during their short journey to somewhere. "It's just where I stay.." he said before turning to face her.

He crouched down in front of her, he noticed her being a bit afraid with the mask on his face. He examined the surroundings around them to see if anyone was there, but it was vacant.

He took the hand from his face and his red colored-eyes stared at her [E/C] colored-eyes. His lips pulled up a small smile, "I..I have a couple of friends in there.. so don't be scared, okay?" Shigaraki told the 5-year old.

"Boo.."
'Hai..'

She said while nodding, shigaraki understood what she was trying to say, "Okay then, let's go now."

[Y/N]'s small hand held onto shigaraki's large ones, "Bo-Boo.."

They stood in front of the door and shigaraki opened it with [Y/N] still holding his white gloved hand, "Hello."

The place looked like a somewhat kind of abandoned house. It might look creepy and dirty from the outside, but on the inside it wasn't.

"Welcome back tomura." A purple mist head with yellow eyes male greeted.

"Sup." A male with black spiked up hair and turquoise eyes greeted.

"Wassup!" A male with black and gray bodysuit that covered his whole body.

"Tomura-san! You're back!"  A girl with two messy buns exclaimed.

"Hello shigaraki." A male with reptile-like skin with bright green scales and face shaped like a lizard with pink hair.

"Hey. I saw a little one across the street and she was almost attacked by a nomu, but I killed him and brought her here." Shigaraki said as he stood aside revealing the young [H/C] headed—who gasped before hiding behind shigaraki once again.

"Wow, so hero-like of you." The male with spiked up black hair stated, "Shut up." Shigaraki said as he walked towards a couch and plopped down on it.

[Y/N] stood awkwardly while fiddling with her sleeve, she gulped before looking up once again—only to see bright yellow eyes with thin slits pupils staring right into her [E/C] ones.

A soft gasp left [Y/N]'s lips as she took a step back, "Kawai! You're so adorable! I want to squish your cheeks so hard~! Do you want to see my knife collection?! Toga queried the youngest excitedly; whose eyes builded up with tears.

"Stop it toga, you're scaring her." Toga pouted at shigaraki's word before backing away from the 5-year old.

"So." She jumped at the voice next to her, "What's your name?" It was the black spiked up haired male with turquoise eyes. She gulped before averting eye contact.

He let out a sigh, "I'll go first, i'm Dabi. You?" He crouched down to her height which made her flinch a bit.

She looked into his eyes and felt the same sensation she did with shigaraki; trust.

'[Y/N]'
"Bo-Boo.." she mumbled but then realized that she couldn't say anything except that, ever since Midoriya left her with the nomu; she felt the same fear from him like she felt from overhaul.

Dabi chuckled a bit before patting her head, "Nice to meet you."

The way he patted her head felt familiar,
'From New Years-'

Memories flashed of class 1-a patting her head and ruffling her hair with a smile on hers and their face. She smiled softly before looking at them.

Kurogiri stated,

"You're welcomed here [Y/N]..

You can trust us.."

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