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The sun hung low in the Yokohama sky, casting elongated shadows down the dingy alleyways where secrets festered and danger lurked. It was just another day in the city, but for Yumeno Kyūsaku, better known simply as Q, it felt like the dawn of an inevitable storm. Imprisoned for far too long in the Port Mafia’s depths, Q had finally been unleashed—an unsettling agreement forged in the quiet chambers of power. 

The looming figure of Mori Ougai, the Port Mafia boss, had deemed it necessary, even after all the disapproving objections, the demands for Mori to rethink any better ideas like having the Demon Prodigy just deal with them, or calling him as insane as the last boss. The pests of this city—pro-heroes, self-righteous champions—were causing far too much chaos, disrupting the delicate balance of corruption and governance that he so carefully maintained with every chess piece he laid down. 

“Get rid of any pests,” Mori had ordered, his voice calm yet firm, leaving no room for dissent. But Q, with their razor-edged smile and unsettlingly calm demeanor, understood what that truly meant. 

They knew, too well, that they were to be the instrument of this extermination—the weapon that would turn on the intruders like a vicious, unrestrained beast.

Rolling the sleeves of their jacket down, Q felt the familiar sting of the open wounds beneath the fabric, the bandages slowly saturating with crimson as the blades nestled against their skin. 

They welcomed the pain, for it was the only way—one grotesque ritual that ensured their power remained at the ready. The ability they wielded was no mere parlor trick; it was a curse born from suffering, a mind-altering phenomenon that invoked pure rage in those who had the audacity to wound them. With the slightest infliction upon themselves, the switch could be flipped, and enemies would become embroiled in a frenzy of violence, targeting indiscriminately, even their own allies just from them harming him without realizing by the slightest bump, unknown of the curse the child carried with them day to day.

Their ability was one to fear, the ruthless of them all. Not only was it a curse upon others, it was a curse upon themselves. 

Evil expects evil from others, but for Yumeno Kyūsaku, that wasn’t the case. Even evil wouldn’t want to go into the depths of the curse that child carries, the one that brings dread to the user while the inflicted goes through the curse of turning against their allies without them even meaning to. 

The ability to control minds was one not to underestimate nor mess around with, not even the boss would want to meddle in with that.

Beneath their arm, secured against their side, was the doll—twisted and grotesque, yet strangely beautiful in its horror. Crafted with meticulous care, it seemed to throb with a life of its own, regenerating with each violent encounter. 

Q had named it "Meri," after the spring that signified renewal but had taken on a darker meaning within their mind. It was through Meri that they summoned the rage, the mob mentality that would obliterate anything that dared disturb their sanctuary.

They never had peace since they were born, they were destined for this fate! What God had given them, they might as well just take it as a blessing and move on with the string of fate God will eventually cut off!

Q wasn’t the type to do pest cleaning, he disliked bugs, especially those big annoying ones!

Today, they had a target of a new bug—Pro Hero Mount Lady, a well-known figure among the pro-heroes. Her supernatural power called ‘quirks’ had caused enough damage in this sector of Yokohama. 

She’d stormed through the backstreets with valor, meddling in business that did not concern her, busting drug operations and disrupting meetings, all under the banner of justice. To Q, she was just another pest to be eradicated.

And Q had to do the cleaning this time. Setting them off their leash, giving them the opportunity to do as they pleased. 

As Q stepped out from the shadows of the Port Mafia's lair, the bustling streets resonated with the dull thrum of commerce and chatter, ignorance swirling blissfully around them. 

In that noise, Q felt the stirrings of a storm; they could sense the chaos just beyond the periphery—Lady Mount was here, her presence crackling through the air like electricity.

Navigating through the streets, Q’s half-hidden smile could easily be mistaken for innocence, but those who knew better would understand that it masked something far more sinister. 

Every inch of their being was ready, an anticipatory energy flowing through them as the time for reckoning drew near. 

And in that moment, Q felt the doll's heartbeat synchronize with their own, a frenzy of excitement brewing in the depths of their dark, twisted mind. 

Today, the pest would meet the wrath of a true monster, a relentless force of chaos and destruction—the embodiment of everything Lady Mount stood against.

Why be a hero if you can't even face the wrath of a child? That’s just be pathetic. Imagine having years of hero training, training to beat the bad and protect the citizens, just to lose to a thirteen year old who didn’t even know their own existence let alone gender orientation. It’s hard to even tell for the citizens when you gaze upon Q if they’re a male or a female, most just ignore it and go on with their day.

It was the normal, but those who knew of Q’s wrath knew to keep a watchful eye and a tenderness of a willowed bear waiting for its prey to awake off guard for a singular moment, giving the favored beast the chance to shine in what God created it to do. 

God only saw purpose in those who were dedicated believers while worshiping him in cruel ways, sacrifices, their own love, family, care, their soul, those who just believed he existed knew the cruel truth of God. He just liked to be worshipped, he didn’t care about the loyalty he gained from his believers, he only cared for the power he gained over taking people's souls and morphing them into just his beliefs.

Those who just knew he was there, watching everything in his so-called world crumble like it was a popular TV comedy show to laugh at for ages and ages, they suffered the most from him.

The perception of God as a being who revels in the suffering of humanity is a stark departure from traditional theological views that emphasize love, mercy, and compassion. 

Yet, there exists a narrative wherein God appears indifferent to the plight of those who suffer, choosing instead to subject them to trials that seem arbitrary or cruel. In this, the divine presence is likened to an unseen puppeteer, pulling strings in a chaotic theater of life where innocent bystanders bear the brunt of divine retribution. 

This perspective raises questions about the nature of justice and the purpose of suffering, suggesting a deity who is less concerned with moral equilibrium and more focused on demonstrating power through anguish and despair.

Many people grapple with situations that seem to lack purpose or reasoning, leading them to feel abandoned even in their darkest hours. 

When good-hearted individuals experience tragedy or misfortune, it can evoke a deep sense of betrayal and confusion, fostering the belief that their suffering is part of a cosmic game played by an uncaring God. 

This viewpoint encapsulates the struggle to reconcile faith with harsh realities, creating a chasm between the expected benevolence associated with divinity and the harsh truths of human existence. 

In this light, one might argue that the true challenge lies not in understanding God's will in the face of suffering, but rather in confronting the sobering reality that life is often marred by chaos, where the innocent face trials that seem devoid of reason or mercy.

God didn’t care what he did, he only cared for the results of the impact he made. Whether or not inflicting death upon an innocent struggling soul, or hurting a child so deeply they can’t even be considered to be human like the rest of the world he controlled. 

Q was the perfect example of that story.

Skipping through the streets, Q bumped into the pest they had been searching for. A young adult, female, blonde hair, a pro-hero from Musutafu. Q came to a stop after one final skip.

“A-ah- I’m sorry uh-” The lady began, turning entirely to see who she bumped into, there stood a child- a boy- no a girl- she couldn’t tell.

The child blinked owlishly before grinning big, “Sorry?” Q tilted their head. “You don’t look familiar” 

Drip

“That’s because I’m not from here- Look- Kid, you need to get out of here, the Port mafia lurks in these areas. Where are your parents?” The woman asked, looking around nervously.

“Do you wanna play?” 

“I’d love to but I can’t, I’m in the middle of something” The woman said softly as if not to upset the child.

Q’s smile faltered for a moment.

“But you hurt me, shouldn’t you make it up to me?”

Drip- Drip-

“You mean when we bumped into each other? Are you sure? It was just a light bump” 

Drip- Drip- Drip-

“But you still did”

“Well, if I did, I am sorry”

“Do you not want to play?”

Mount Lady shook her head fastly, “No- No! It isn’t that, I’m just very busy kiddo” 

“But,” Q began, “You hurt me” 

Q rolled up their sleeve, sticking out their dripping arm. 

Drip- Drip- 

“Oh my god!” Mount Lady quickly jumped into action, getting on her knees and getting on the same height level as Mount Lady, although she can shift size, she preferred not to at the time.

She stared at it in pure horror. 

“Will you play with me now?” Q asked, watching her.

The hero's eyes met Q’s frantically, “Where are your parents?” She asked, looking around for a sign of anyone. 

“I don't know! But if you find them, tell them I said hi!” Q exclaimed with a smile.

Lady mount didn’t understand, how could a kid smile like this!?

The kids' parents- Were they the key to it!?

“Listen kid, I’ll get you help, and then we can play. I promise!” Mount Lady reassured, Q just stared at her.

“Help?”

“Yes help- Uh- Medical help! Look i know someone who can help you perfectly”

Q blinked owlishly.

They watched as the hero pulled out a communication device, seemingly it must’ve been used to distribute any data or any other important information as quickly as possible. That being near immediate, so if something were to happen, it'd be told near instantly. Q was interested, in a way.

Playing the innocent kid act wasn't as miserable as they thought it seemed, no wonder it's an effective way that most people believed in movies before it's revealed that the child is actually the murderer, but this time it's known to everyone but the victim where no one would feel sorry about a singular thing related to the fact the victim was just a measly pest the murderer will get rid off.

Drip-

The woman fiddled with whatever device she had in her hand, Q watched curiously. After being imprisoned for years straight, one will often take the chance to observe and have a bit of fun.

This was fun.

Q liked this game.

“Hello- Anyone, this is Mount Lady uh- There's a child here who looks about ten through thirteen? Uh- they're bleeding a lot, they have like razors wrapped tightly with bandages,” She began, stuttering slightly as she gazed over the child.

It was an uncomforting sight, for her that was or any normal person truly. No one would want to see a child getting hurt; especially on purpose. 

“It looks like even with the slightest bump they'll cut the kid” She finished off as her eyes met the razors that held a sharp and daring gaze back at her.

She let go of a button and returned her full attention to the child. “Look- We'll get you some help, okay? Just be careful with that arm- Is your other one like that too?” 

She looked around aimlessly, trying to spot something, or in other words, trying to understand just why it was so quiet in such a busy area the port mafia would patrol daily according to their reports they had made over the months. 

According to their reports, the area was one patrolled heavily, just why would they change the schedule and routine they had?

The air hit the two softly, rustling through their hair and biting on their skin.

“Can we play yet?” Q asked, watching the woman's expression.

“Soon, I'm sure” She assured, gazing at the razors again.

“Why not now?”

It seemed there was only one weak pest in town, one Q will have fun with.

After all, most know they were not the type to slack off, and setting them free gave them the opportunity to play for as long as they pleased as long as they dealt with the pests they needed to.

Although, they didn't get information on just what type of pests they'd need to deal with eventually. All they knew was that most had these supernatural powers called ‘Quirks’ and that they were weaker than the abilities that were found rare in Yokohama, but its best not to underestimate opponents unless they really were weak.

It was a rare blow, but some quirks were quite powerful, some of those who had these so-called quirks that were passed down through genetics sometimes had more than one power, a few having half a dozen.

One person in particular had more than you could imagine.

Yokohama was never supposed to be home to Pro Heroes, but today was an exception as it seemed for their view. Mount Lady, towered with her quirk which allowed her to adjust in size, taking in the vibrant urban scene. She had been on a routine excursion following reports of suspicious activity. 

Before Mount Lady could retort, Q reached out and gently tapped her leg. Almost immediately, a surge of energy coursed through the air. Q could feel their power awakening within them. 

“Let’s play a little game now, shall we?” They said, their tone now ominously cheerful. Meri's laughter morphed into a chaotic symphony, almost as if it were mocking Mount Lady.

Q let their right arm fall to the side of themselves, Meri floated upwards, the air around it shimmering with magic. Mount Lady watched, wide-eyed and perplexed, as the doll ripped itself in half right before her. 

“No!” she gasped, struggling to comprehend the tableau unfolding in front of her. The pieces of the doll circled around, different aspects of her subconscious projected in vivid colors. A loud, echoing laugh emanated from the floating fragments, as if reveling in Mount Lady’s terror. 

“You see, my dear hero,” Q purred, their gaze unyielding, “I have the power to invade minds… especially when they harm me, it’s my curse.” 

Mount Lady’s hands clenched at her sides, fighting to maintain her composure. Disorienting images flooded into her mind—visions of chaos, heroes she admired turning against her, and moments of utter failure. As those hallucinations twisted into increasingly gruesome forms, Mount Lady felt her strength ebbing away. 

“Is this your idea of helping? I’m not playing your game!” she choked out, struggling against the suffocating dread rising in her chest. “This isn’t… who I—”

“It doesn’t have to be,” Q’s voice cut through, soothing yet sinister. “You’re in my world now, and here, you can let go unless I’m stopped.” The echoes of laughter multiplied, drowning her thoughts and plunging her into deeper despair. The last thing she saw was Q’s doll, the remnants of Meri swirling around her like a whirlwind, before she succumbed to the engulfing darkness. 

With a satisfied nod, Q watched as the Pro Hero crumpled, their mind unraveling like fragile threads. “Now, let’s see how the others react to this new game,” they whispered, their expression unchanging and enigmatic, floating past the chaos they had orchestrated.

A new doll morphed into Q’s right arm, “That game was boring, my new friends could do so much better!”

There was a static sound coming from the device Lady Mount once held, Q blinked at it.

“Mount Lady? What kid and are they okay?”

“Mount Lady do you copy?”

Q bent down and picked up the communication device, “Huh”  They said interestedly, messing around with a few buttons until they got it to send their voice to wherever the other heroes were.

“Hii! Your friend fell asleep while playing, really hurt me you know. You should come get her” Q exclaimed cheerfully, watching the body lay lifelessly.

A minute passed.

“Who is this!? What happened to Mount Lady!?”

Q grinned cheekily, “Just a new friend! She got tired while playing and passed out, bye now!”

At that moment, they dropped the device and hopped on it, a satisfying crunch filled the air. It was broken now.

Q skipped down the streets and off to play with some new friends, pest control was over so now it was time for the real fun.

The type of fun Q has been looking forward to the whole day.

Chapter Text

Ruckus filled the air,  the public on shambles and the heroes on edge.

Musutafu was near its break.

Mount Lady, a young female pro hero who saved many lives when the citizens needed her, was found dead. 

Her body had been sent in a box, a package even, something the hero community would never imagine would happen to a hero of their own. It was something to expect for the hero filled community to be filled with sorrow and hurt when one of their own is killed so cruelly.

How it happened was unknown, but they certainly had a suspect. 

Hawks, a pro hero, the third of the upper three heroes, had heard the voice of the unknown person after Mount Lady didn’t respond but the unknown person- child maybe- had answered.

In the dim light of a hospital room, Hawks had sat in silence, the weight of his grief pressing down on him like a heavy mantle. 

The air was thick with memories—each moment shared with Mount Lady rushing through his mind like a sacred film reel. 

He could still hear her boisterous laughter echoing in his ears, the way she had always brightened the grim realities of their world. She was not just a partner; she was his best friend, the true embodiment of heroism in every mission they undertook together. 

They had stood side by side in the face of danger, often leaving their mark on the battlefield with coordinated precision, saving lives and uplifting spirits in the most desperate of times. But now, as he reflected on their countless triumphs, it felt as if those memories were clawing at his heart, a bittersweet reminder of the bond they once shared—a bond that had been irrevocably shattered.

Hawks’ mind haunted the streets where they had once fought alongside each other, his heart heavy with guilt. It gnawed at him like a relentless predator, feeding on the sense of responsibility he had always carried as a pro hero.

"I should have been there," he whispered to the shadows, wishing he could alter the course of fate. 

Their last mission replayed in his mind, every detail scrutinized with a tormenting clarity. He remembered the way they had effortlessly gelled, working almost as one entity, each move perfectly synchronized as they saved civilians from the jaws of danger. 

The last time they were together had been filled with hope; they had laughed and planned for the future, but now that future had vanished, leaving only fragmented echoes of their camaraderie. He blamed himself for not being able to protect her, for not anticipating the peril that had positioned itself between them like a dark cloud inches away from their triumphant sun.

As he stared at the empty space beside him, Hawks felt loneliness seep into his bones. 

Each rescue they had accomplished together had woven a thread of deep connection between them, one that had felt unbreakable in the moments of laughter and the chaos of their missions. They had celebrated victories as a team, sharing the thrill of success as they helped others find hope amidst despair. 

But in the shadow of her absence, that fabric of friendship felt tattered—he could hardly breathe beneath the oppressive weight of ‘what-ifs’ and ‘if-onlys.’ 

He could still see her triumphant smile after they saved a family from a burning building, her voice echoing within him like a spectral invocation. 

That laughter, once so full of life, now hung in the air like a ghost, taunting him with the joys he could never share again. 

It was a friendship forged in the fires of their heroism, and Hawks found himself engulfed in a profound sense of loss, struggling to reconcile the hero people relied on with the flawed human being that he was—a partner who had failed to save his greatest ally.

Now, he sat in a chair in a room full of heroes, each on the edge of their seat, whether or not it was physically or mentally it was still clear that each hero was on edge.

They had just lost a comrade in a place they’ve been investigating, who would be next? Who will be next?

Who would lose their family next? Their husbands, wives, children? Who will get the next knock at their doorstep with devastating news?

No one.

No one will get it, because they planned on catching who did this.

Nezu stood with a straight face, an expression that wouldn’t have been on his face if the matter wasn’t serious, and it was very serious.

Mount Lady had a family she’d go home to every night, a little brother she’d read bedtime stories, a mother she’d help cook with, a sister she’d spoil rotten, and a father she loved so dearly. 

She’d tell her little siblings that one day, she’d be a great hero to all, and so would they. Her family, her friends, her dearest ones knew her as Takeyama Yuu, a young girl with the hope of becoming a hero that all the people could look forward to.

Her quirk was one on the unique side, she was able to adjust her size, giving her the ability to overpower certain enemies and protect those in need at the same time, she just needed to be careful.

She had great potential, proof that even if a quirk doesn’t seem like it can do much, it’s still always able to help those in need, those who need someone to save them, to bring them clarity. She wanted to be that role model, a quirk that couldn’t do much but was reliable to save others. 

As a child, she’d dream on and on about becoming a hero, watching the news, videos of heroes saving others and imagining it to be herself, protecting over children from bullies when she was a kid. She’d call it her “Hero Points.” Anytime she did a good deed like helping an old lady cross the street, helping the neighbors with gardening, helping injured people, protecting pedestrians from fights they couldn’t win, she’d mark it down as a hero point, proof she did good.

She still did it to her final day, anytime she successfully did a mission, defeated a threatening enemy, saved those in need, and helped others even just with small duties. She’d mark it down and then tell her siblings the amazing stories of what she did in hopes it would influence them to do good in their own ways of protecting others, saying they’d be great heroes just like her!

But now, she’ll never get to know if her siblings become great heroes, just like she dreamed. 

No one would’ve guessed in a closed off city full of quirkless individuals, something so cruel and evil could happen to such an innocent person.

Nezu cleared his throat, signalling all attention to be brought upon himself, even in this dark and sorrowful moment, they must give a public statement before the community thinks they are doing nothing.

“As you all know,” He began, his eyes drifting to each hero, landing on the empty seat, “Mount Lady, otherwise known as Takeyama Yuu, was found dead earlier this week.. As tragic as it is.” He finished off, gazing at the room once again. He didn’t enjoy that empty chair. 

He watched the chair once more, “ She was a wonderful hero, protected those in need, stayed on top of her duties and never backed down when there were people who needed to be saved.”

He let out a deep breath, “Something will be done, as of current we have a suspect, those who will be willing to go and capture our suspect alive will help us bring justice to the one who harmed our beloved hero.

With that, he took his seat once more. The reporters went wild with questions.

“Who’s going!?”

“Who’s the suspect”

“How do you plan on avenging her death!?”

The questions just kept pouring in until Hawks, the third strongest pro hero, a hero that was truth worthy to save and protect those in need as it was what his title ‘Hero’ stood for, and he was as loyal as he could be with it.

“For years, I have worked alongside Mount Lady, I’ve witnessed her good days and her bad days, I’ve watched her help those who needed it and defend what she’s loved the most, this city and its people.” He began, his face serious and eyes full of sorrow. 

He took a sharp breath in, “I, Keigo Takami, The Wing Hero: Hawks, in the honor of my title as the third hero, swear I will capture our suspect and bring Mount Lady’s death at rest as I was one of the people who had communication with her near time of death.”

“As her best friend, I will finish what she began.” He promised, promises were foolish to do, but they gave the public hope. Keeping the waters calm.

Hawks took a seat back into his own chair, his nerves were rushing through his body.

All Might took the next stance, every reporter tensed at his serious expression, for once no one saw the smile on his face he usually held so high, his eyes full of remorse and determination. 

“Like hawks, I too will be joining to bring a fellow hero, a comrade, a dear friend, to peace. We do not know what we are up against, but I will not rest until my fellow comrade is brought to peace, I will not let another hero die in the hands of someone who has already hurt one of our own.” 

All Might held his sharp gaze, “I am here to protect the people, the beloved citizens and the citizens including those with a title. I will protect the heroes in need, I will protect the citizens from any harm, especially my dear friends.”

Tension seemed to fade through the reporters as each hero stated what they knew.

Questions rummaged through the room until finally- 

“How do you expect to find the suspect? Everything in Yokohama is boarded off from the whole world,” A reporter asked, it was a woman whose expression was entirely based around unsure, frightened, and desperate for hope.

“At the moment, we are working on getting a hold of Yokohama and trying to have them send anything they may have to help us if they are welcome to it.” Nezu expressed.

“And if they aren’t?” The female reporter asked, wary of the plan.

Nezu gave a reassuring smile, “I’m sure they’d be pleased to help, but if not that is what we have the heroes for, they will bring justice” Nezu promised.

The meeting continued onward, full of debates, questions, answers, and suggestions.

It closed off solidly.

The reporters had left, pleased with what information they had gotten.

“You didn’t mention the letter” Aizawa, otherwise known as Eraser Head, Underground Hero and teacher at UA hero in training school for the first years, class 1-A.

The only heroes that were in the room were Aizawa, Hawks, and All Might. Not to forget Nezu of course, he just wasn’t a hero. 

“It was best not to, after all this was live streamed. Anyone could’ve watched it, including the Port Mafia.” Nezu declared, sitting with a new hot glass of tea from wherever he had gotten it from. 

‘I’m sorry- What letter?”

“A letter from the Port Mafia, part of the government I assume. I, myself, haven’t read it as I was waiting to see which heroes would be working on this mission.” Nezu explained.

Hawks glared at him, “And Eraser Head just miraculously knows about this mysterious letter before anyone else?”

“Correct, the letter had been given to him by some individual from Yokohama, told strictly to be given to the hero commission or anyone in charge.” Nezu expressed.

“Well then, what does it say?”

Nezu pulled the letter from his suit’s inside pocket, his paw gripping onto the envelope.

He carefully and perfectly opened it without breaking anything but the seal.

He inhaled softly and began reading what the letter contained,

“To who gets this letter,

This letter is coming from the Port Mafia regarding the death of your hero, Mount Lady, as we were informed.

We got your letter regarding the need for information and I, as the boss, would be pleased to give what we can as for what you asked.

As a part of Yokohama’s government, we declare that we cannot have your people peeking into our day-to-day life, disturbing our normal, and breaking the social terms. Mount Lady caused such a ruckus, destroyed a few buildings that were homes to my fellow people, and snagged information that just couldn’t be allowed out of our borders and we just couldn’t have that!

But from one leader to another I understand best it is greatly known you must do what is deemed necessary. 

Now, as for the information you would like to know, I’ll keep this brief. The one who killed Mount Lady was none other than Kyuusaku Yumeno. However, I mustn't let the surprises go to waste, that’d just make the game way too easy.

As for whether or not it was a child, that is what you will need to figure out when the time comes. 

Feel free to come get Q, if you are willing to risk losing a few more heroes. Q enjoys games, you’ll find yourself at the doorstep quickly with that hint. Pay attention where our men avoid and you will find what you seek.

Sincerely, Port Mafia Boss, Mori Ougai.” 

The room shifted silently for a moment.

The air crackled and turned, almost like laughing at them.

“So.. What if it is a child? We can’t harm a child, especially if it’s the one Mt. Lady reported” Hawks began.

“What? What child?” Aizawa asked, concerned especially if a child was reported. 

Hawks looked nervous and uneasy, “Well, she reported that there was a child with her and this child had active bleeding wounds due to razor blades wrapped in bandages which I'd assume even the slightest touch could cause them to cut the kid. She said the kid looked around ten through thirteen at best” 

The room stilled, “And then when I called in, asking what child and what was going on basically, it wasn’t Mt. Lady who responded, it was the kid. They said Mt. Lady fell asleep while playing, but then her communication device was destroyed before I could track her location to send back up and then she was.. Last found shipped here.” 

“Well,” Nezu began, face wrecked with ideas, “If it is in fact a child, we’ll take a different approach unlike how we normally do. And at the age ranges ten through thirteen, we will need a different approach rather than just going in and defeating the threat”

“What are we going to do though, we can’t just lock up a child.” All Might finally spoke up, Nezu’s grin instantly got deeper.

That was never a good sign.

“That is where my next statement comes in line. You three, aside from me, are the only ones who know of this matter, thus, one of you will have to take this child in.”

The heroes in the room froze for a moment, besides for Aizawa. He had a feeling this was coming. 

“Most- I’m sure all of us, besides Aizawa, are insanely busy with hero duties. Are you sure we’re the most compatible for this?” Hawks asked in the most unsure voice known to mankind.

Nezu nodded to himself, and Hawks. “I’ve never been more sure. You two are in the top three,” He began, eyeing Hawks and All Might who stood nervously. They knew nothing about taking care of children, “So, Aizawa. You are the only one left. If you do not think you are capable, and this is a child, I can always get a home arranged through a few more trusted heroes.”

“Why on earth would you think I can take care of a child?” Aizawa asked in the most obvious tone that screamed, ‘are you serious at the moment?’

“Well Aizawa, you do teach kids already, not to mention you are an underground hero.” All Might began.

“You have the most experience”

“I throw buildings at my students.”

“Well…. Just don't do that to a kid..?”

Aizawa sighed, “I’ll do it but only if it is necessary, if it’s not a kid I’m not taking a full grown adult in my home.” 

“Great! Seems like this is settled. Now, for the plan.”

–

Although it wasn’t fun that their adventure had to come to end early, it wasn’t much of a big deal as being locked up was the usual for them.

As of current, Q was being dragged through the halls of the port mafia’s headquarters in regards to the boss wanting to speak to them. Which Q assumed was regarding the pests.

The lower leveled mafioso guided Q through the halls, careful not to cause any pain to them. They came to a stop and the mafioso opened the door, Q skipped into the room where Mori Ougai sat. Looking as serious as ever but still with a grin on his face despite feeling internally wary of being alone with the child but you have to do what you need to when you’re the boss. 

“Good afternoon, Q” Mori began, “Hi Mori-san, do you wanna play?” Q tilted their head, sizing the man quietly.

“No no, I have an order for you. Would you like more friends to play with?” 

Q blinked owlishly.

“New friends?”

“Yes, more hero friends to be exact.”

“Yeah! They’re fun to play with, dramatic in just the right way!”

“Good good, you’ll be infiltrating Musutafu, although, you won't be able to kill anyone unless highly necessary. The heroes are planning on coming and collecting you, act weak and let them take you.” Mori began.

“You will be in charge of collecting information, and play the helpless little kid role if you need. Like a new complex game you haven’t played yet” Mori finished off

Q perked up, “A new game?"

Q liked new games, it’s now just to wait for the other players to join with their roles that it’ll begin. The best games take patience after all.

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“If you’re asking me, Aizawa looks more of a citizen than anyone else” Hawks commented, resulting in a glare from the sleep deprived looking man.

Hawks quickly raised his hands in surrender and waved them fastly, “I’m just saying with your uh- hero costume- and not having a quirk that makes your body look unnatural” 

“Well if I’m walking through the streets where will you two be? Last I checked, only one of you has wings.” Aizawa questioned, crossing his arms over his chest. He could be doing anything else at the hour, like sleeping, or training his students in ways like blowing a building up that they’re in and tasking them to escape without causing damage that will make the whole building crumble and turn to dust.

All Might thought for a moment, “Well, Hawks and I could linger on the rooftops of buildings, they seem high enough that we won't get spotted, I realized this from earlier reports.” 

“And if it’s a child?” 

“We’ll have to be cautious, the letter said this ‘Q’ likes to play games so it is more likely but it’s best not to assume.” 

“Well, assuming it is, do we know anything besides that they like to mess around?” Aizawa asked, arms still crossed over his chest.

The other two heroes thought for a moment, “Well, if it’s the same kid, beware and do not bump into them so avoid any child from touching you.” Hawks began, eyeing Aizawa.

“The kid Mt. Lady reported apparently had razors tied to bandages, bumping into them could end up cutting them.” He finished off. 

Aizawa let a sigh out, “That will make it ten times harder, we all know kids love to run around causing mischief.” 

“Well this is only if it’s a kid, we don’t know yet”

“And that’s a problem.” 

The three fell quiet, “Well there's only one way to find out, and besides. Whatever happens, it’s to get justice for the life that was so cruelly taken.” All Might encouraged. 

“Right, and let's hope I don't have to adopt a kid. Hizashi would probably bounce off the walls.” Aizawa complained. He complained a lot yet that was natural for him, most times he’d complain about his students being more of a pain in the ass than the villains he has to fight. 

–

As Aizawa walked through the streets of Yokohama, All Might and Hawks trailed behind on top buildings while keeping out of sight.

Aizawa was just sure they were lost at this rate. They’ve been walking for a while with no goal in sight. Nothing suspicious, nothing out of sorts, etc. Almost like everything was normal.

Someone cleared their throat behind Aizawa, he quickly turned and was met with a man in a tan long jacket that covered a suit-like outfit and on his side was a boy with a bad hair do that was white with a black stripe. He too was in something formal like. 

“You aren’t from here, are you?” The man asked, eyeing Aizawa up and down. Fuck, was their cover blown already? Was this Q?

“Look, you and your two friends have no reason to be here, do you even have permission.” The man interrogated. He didn’t seem like the type to like games.. What about the other boy though..

“Apologies sir, we have permission. We’re here to collect someone who goes by ‘Q’ from what our letter expressed.”

The man's brows shifted, “Q? What business do you have involving them?” 

“That is confidential.” Aizawa stated.

“Fine, let me introduce myself. My name is Osamu Dazai, I work at the Armed Detective Agency,” He began before shifting his hand towards the boy beside him whose expression shifted into pure terror and glaring daggers into the ‘Dazai’, “This here is Atsushi, also a detective.”

Atsushi’s face screamed ‘Did you just give our identities to someone we aren’t supposed to support!?’  

“I see.” Aizawa began, “Do you know anything about this Q?” He asked, he needed resources, and one just showed up.

Dazai eyed him, “I do, first you tell me why you need them.”

Aizawa sighed, “They committed a horrendous crime and killed a hero from Musutafu, so we sent a letter to your government and got a reply from the port mafia’s boss and he told us this Q did it and we were given permission to get them.”

“Mori let you guys do so? Hm.” Dazai thought for a moment, Mori was planning something, but just what exactly.. Especially involving the rivals of Yokohama as a whole.

Dazai sighed, “Well, for what you want to know, Yumeno kyusaku, or Q, is thirteen years old. They’re usually imprisoned at all times while guarded heavily.” 

“Guarded? Why would a thirteen year old be guarded?” Aizawa asked, confused.

Dazai frowned, “Q’s a walking catastrophe. He’ll doom everyone, friend and foe alike.” 

“But they’re just thirteen years old, that isn’t possible.” Aizawa denied.

Dazai eyed him hard, Atsushi was nearly quaking in his boots, “Do you even know why Q was imprisoned in the first place?” Dazai began.

“He has the most vile gift of them all. The ability to control people's minds.” 

Aizawa’s heart stopped for a moment. 

“Q’s curse induces hallucinations. Causing their enemies to attack those around them indiscriminately, or envisioning the cruelest things in their past as if it were their present.”

“Q’s curse can only be activated after its doll is mutilated. However, even when this event is triggered, only a designated receiver is affected. In order to be targeted by Q, that person has to hurt them.” Dazai explained, watching the man's expression.

It all connects- The kid with razors-

“You can tell who the receiver is by a bruise like mark on their body. It looks similar to being grabbed, or strangled.” 

A giggle from behind them cut them off instantly. 

“Your new friends look so fragile, Mr Dazai.” The voice exclaimed, it sounded like- Like a kid.

Dazai eyed behind him, it was Q. “But don’t worry, what I really look forward to is breaking you!” 

Atsushi’s entire body had stiffened, now he looked even more in terror, it was sort of hilarious in a way.

Q’s hair was split in two different colors, a deep brown and white. Was that natural or dyed? Their eyes were blank, but the iris was so different on both eyes. One was a star, and the other was a ‘O’ like shape.

“Q.” Dazai said coldly.

So.. That was Q?

They almost seemed.. Harmless?

They even had a doll in their left arm, well, a creepy looking one. But it was still a doll!

In a shape or a form, Q would always be considered to be just a child. Whether or not that'd be a child who fell down the wrong hole, or a child who was pure cruel to those around them.

But would that make it okay to imprison a kid? How long has the kid been imprisoned? Were they tortured? 

They were just a kid.

They couldnt fight a kid, that'd just be so wrong, they were heroes, not monsters.

“You're Q, as in Yumeno Kyusaku?” Aizawa asked, warily.

Q blinked, “Are you a new friend?”

Dazai cleared his throat, “Q, this is Eraser Head. I suggest you go with him without a fuss.” He threatened, Aizawa’s face morphed into confusion.

“I never make a fuss, as long as they'll play my favorite game.”

“No.”

“You used to play with me all the time!”

Dazai thought for a moment, “How about this. You go with them, playing nicely, and once you come back we can play your favorite game with Atsushi.”

Atsushi's sound of surprise went ignored. Q beamed, “Deal! I'll make you suffer for sure this time, Mr dazai!”

Dazai straightened up. “I'll need to follow you three to the boarders in case Q goes out of line. If anything happens afterwards make your bird friend fly to the armed detective agency. It wont be hard to find.”

Aizawa knew they wouldn't need it, but the man clearly wasn't letting it down.

“I'm sure it'll be fine, if anything happens I can just erase their power with my Quirk.” Aizawa instructed.

Dazai frowned, “Quirks hardly work on Abilities. Its best you have me around. Atsushi will be back in the agency.”

Aizawa sighed yet nodded.

He followed the man who claimed to be Dazai out towards the boarders, All Might and Hawks were still trailing on the rooftops of buildings.

The usual port mafia patrol groups weren't around which was unusual. “This is where I have to head back. Good luck.” With that, Dazai turned and left the group.

Q blinked owlishly before having a huge grin, “I'm gonna make him suffer.”

“Im sure you will, kid.” Aizawa sighed out, gently grabbing the kids shoulder who just froze.

Q’s eyes stared at the gentle hand. It wasnt like the ones they've felt on that shoulder before. The rough shoving, hitting, pulling, yanking. This one was soft, almost welcoming, almost as if the touch alone was comforting.

Their arms stung and their eyes flicked away.

“Alright, let's get a move on before dark.” Aizawa declared to the other to heroes, and the little Q.

As they were walking, Q's eyes shined in discomfort. Hawks leaned into Aizawa’s space, “Is the kid okay? They look really uncomfortable right now.” Hawks asked Aizawa who glanced at Q.

Aizawa stopped his pace causing Hawks, All Might, and Q to stop. “Q,” He began, “Are you okay?” He asked before remembering that Q's arms have razors that dug into their skin by the slightest bump, they've been walking for a while and god knows how long beforehand.

“Is it your arms?” Aizawa asked quietly.

Q hesitated, seem weak. Mori's voice repeated in their mind. Seem like the helpless little kid they would think you to be.

Their lips went thin before nodding slightly, not looking at the man who was speaking.

Aizawa nodded, setting himself on a sigular knee to match heights with Q, causing Q to look directly at him.

“May I?” Aizawa gestured to their arm. Just by that, Q's scars felt like they were stinging more than ever.

Q slowly and hesitantly moved their arm, stretching it out to the hero. Was he going to hurt them? What was he planning?

Aizawa himself hesitated, how was he going to do this without hurting the kid?

“Can you lift up your sleeve?” He asked, he didnt want to accidentally hurt Q by pulling the sleeve too harshly and causinf the razors to cut the poor kid.

Q did so after staring at the man for a moment. All Might and Hawks were silent as well. In fact, the two weren't even looking in case Q didnt want them to see what was hidden underneath their sleeves.

“Are you going to hurt me?” Q blinked.

Aizawa shook his head, “No, not at all.”

“I killed your colleague.”

“I know, but you're a kid.”

“Still doesn't make it right, you know.”

“And you're still a child.”

“I'm going to enjoy playing with you, I'm sure of it!”

Aizawa just shook his head softly and watched Q rolled up their sleeves after setting their doll down onto the pavement of the sidewalk.

God that doll is just freakish.

A droplet of blood dripped onto the pavement in response to lifting the sleeves. 

Aizawa mentally hissed at the sight. “Okay look, I'm going to be very careful and remove these razors, okay?” Q just noded.

Honsestly, Q was used to it by now, it just stung for a bit which was normal.

Aizawa gently moved his hand to hover above Q's arm, he searched Q's eyes for any fear, hesitation, or pain, none was found. Just discomfort but it was obviously from the razor-sharp blades that were digging into their skin.

He gently grasped one, careful not to push it down and slowly pulling it out the bandages. He did them one by one until all the Razors were gone and discarded. They clearly needed fresh bandages too.

“Is that any better?” Aizawa asked, Q nodded. Anything was better than the feeling of razors constantly digging into their skin everytime their arms moved as they walked.

Q hesitated, “Thank you.” They murmured, avoiding eye contact. Despite being someone who had murdered a hero with the intent to do so, they were still just a kid and Aizawa believes with the right guidance that kid could be something amazing and help others.

Someone who had fallen the wrong way before can still go into the light, and Aizawa firmly believed that. 

“You need clean bandages, these ones are will cause your wounds to get infected.” Aizawa stated, Q just blinked.

Aizawa turned towards the bird looking hero with wings, “Hawks, did you pack any extra bandages?”

Hawks nearly look startled that Aizawa called his name, he and All Might were probably being like teenage girls and gossiping about the industry. “Oh! Bandages? I think I got some here.” Hawks dug into his pocket and pulled out two rolls. Does Aizawa know how those didn't fall out earlier? No. Does he care? Also no.

Hawks handed Aizawa the rolls of bandages and he took them.

“Do you want to change them or could I?” Aizawa asked, jestering to the bandages on the thirteen year olds arms.

Q looked confused, there was a choice? “I can do them.” Q said, taking the bandages from Aizawa’s hands.

Aizawa nodded and stood, walking over to Hawks and All Might, letting Q have at least a smudge of privacy to change their bandages.

Q hesitated, it was all so strange, but thats expected after being imprisoned for years on end and trained to be a machine to kill by given orders.

Being imprisoned was most of Q's life since their ability had became known. Sometimes Q wished that they didn't have their ability at all. Most times they just wished they'd be deemed a threat and killed by instant.

Their ability wasn't just a curse to others, but it was mainly a curse to themselves. Theres one thing that'll always remain the same, the scars that matched no ones reasons but their own.

“So what do we do, Eraser?” Hawks asked Aizawa quietly. Aizawa shook his head, “There isn't much we can do. Its a miracle the kid even allowed me to remove those razors.”

All Might eyed the silent Q before looking back at Aizawa and Hawks, “What do we do about the public? They're expecting an adult who will be getting punished for the crime they commited.”

“We say nothing until the hero commision pushes it.” Aizawa declared.

“What about what we call the kid? We can't just call them Q and we don't know the kids real gender.” Hawks asked.

Aizawa thought for a moment, “That detective referred to Q as a he and a them, the name however will be whatever the kid is comfortable with.” 

“This is why kids love you.” All Might teased, “I throw buildings on my students, specifically young Midoriya. I will gladly do it once more if you say that again.” 

All Might looked away awkwardly and cleared his throat.

All Might saw Izuku Midoriya as a son, and that information was very obvious. Midoriya had grown up without a father while always looking up to the number one pro hero, All Might. Now, All Might was basically a personal trainer for Midoriya.

Over time they had grown a special bond with one another, or in other words, a father and son bond.

“Back on track, what will the hero commision do?” Hawks asked, Aizawa shrugged, “That I'm unaware of, but whatever happens they aren't hurting the kid.” He stated clearly.

Hawks nodded, he personally was trained since a child by the hero commision. He knew they were ruthless and cruel. In fact, many qualities his quirk once gave him was forcibly removed from his body for not fitting what the hero commisions expectations.

He knew they wouldn't take what the kid did lightly, at the beginning, Hawks just wanted to get justice, to avenge his lost friend. Now, he wanted nothing more but to lead the kid in the right way, not the wrong way.

“Uhm, Mr.” Q's voice suddenly came through, did they not tell the kid their names? Aizawa turned towards Q.

“Where exactly do I set these?” Q held the old bandages, unsure of where to set them.

Aizawa blinked, he really did not think of that.

“Hawks, do you have anything?” Aizawa asked, the bird hero just shook his head. “All Might?”

“Not that I'm aware of” All Might replied.

Aizawa sighed, “I'll hold onto them” He held out his hand for Q to place them into his hand.

Q did as such after a moment of hesitation. Why were they so.. good? Maybe it was just an act. Yeah, definitely! Mori had told Q that people often act good but they were truly cruel and only nice to get what they wanted.

That was in one of the lessons they gotten years ago, it was the one of the first.

“So, what do we call you?” Aizawa asked, putting away the bandages. Q blinked.

Q looked at the two others, not even they knew? “Everyone calls me Q. Like the letter, Q.” They commented.

“Is that what you want us to call you?” Aizawa asked.

Q looked confused, everyone calls them Q, it was practically their name by now, but truly it was mostly just the port mafia’s title.

Maybe something more similar to their name yet similar to their title? Kyusaku, maybe it could be shortened, like a nickname? Kyu?

Oh well, they can figure it out later. Q hesitated, “Kyusaku.” They muttered.

Aizawa nodded, “Very well.”

“It's getting late quickly, we almost there?” Hawks asked. “Can't you just fly up and tell?” All Might commented.

Hawks just shrugged.

–

“S-stop it- Stop it!!” Q begged out, hands shaking and eyes full of dripping tears. A tall and large man frowned, “You're so weak and pathetic.” He spat out.

Q cried out in pain as the man broke their arm.

“Straighten yourself up and quit that crying already!” The man demanded, hitting the little kid hard.

Q's lips quivered. Their head was bleeding and their only good arm was holding their broken one.

“You're so childish and foolish. How do you expect to survive in the world, huh!? Can't even take a small beating!?” The man yelled, causing Q to flinch hard, looking away as the man raised his arm for another hard hit.

“You expect to be able to live this weak!? You're a loser, the most selfish kid ever! There are kids on the street starving while you get to live in a life of luxury here in the port mafia.” The man disciplined.

Q's voice was shaky, “I never- hic - I'm not selfish- I c-can take it!”

The man rolled his eyes, “Says the little baby crying on the floor over a broken arm and a few bleeding wounds.”

“I'm not a baby! I c-can be strong!”

The man smirked, “Really now, so if you're sent to the dogs, at this moment, they'd fear you?”

Q tensed.

A scuff was heard from the man, “That's what I thought. It's no wonder your parents disowned you. Who would want a freak like yourself?”

The man eyed Q, “You can't even defend yourself. Pathetic. No wonder your mother never loved you.”

Q's eyes watered more. They knew if they wanted to survive they couldn't be so vulnerable, but they just couldn't help it. Everything was hurting. Especially about their mother.

“Go off to bed. I'm tired of looking at you.” The man waved Q off who scrambled off the floor and to their room. It wasn't even a room, as soon as Q stood they were dragged back into the room they were forced into every night that was heavily guarded.

The same room Q prayed for someone, anyone to rescue them

But that prayer was never heard, was never answered, and never will be.

Right before the door closed Q overheard a conversation the two mafia members were takking about.

“Don't you feel bad? I mean, that's just a kid.” The first one said, the second shrugged. “It's the same training we got.”

“Yes but we got that as adults, that's just a child.”

“I suppose so, but we have no say. Thats the bosses right hand who trains the kid, we say anything we'll be killed on spot.”

The first member sighed and agreed before speaking, “Whatever, once the kid goes to bed I'm getting the doctor. This is just ridiculous.”

“Alright.”

The door closed and was locked tight. The room was always cold and empty, or at least it felt empty.

But the environment was way more comforting than anywhere else in the building at the current moment. Especially with the familiar sensation of their mothers thick blanket.

It kept Q warm and comforted, despite being sold off to the port mafia, Q's mother had given them her blanket. She had whispered something but Q didn't remember it anymore.

That day was becoming a pitiful blur, only the blanket was the key memory of it.

Soon, everything would be about the port mafia here on out in life.

All of Q's memories would soon be gone and discarded just to be filled with the horrors they've went through to become strong and survive in such a horrid place.

No matter what in life, there was no way to escape the fate they currently had.

No one can escape the fate the port mafia had made them. In the port mafia, the universe doesn't choose your fate, the boss does. Forever, the boss is in charge. Thus, everyone under the bosses strings gets their fate created by how the boss sees them.

If you're weak, you'll die knowing you'll never be strong.

Yet if you're weak, you'll die knowing your strengths are a curse upon yourself.

–

All Might and Hawks had already gone off and went hime when they reached Musutafu.

Aizawa and Q made their way somewhere that Q didn't know. In fact, Q didn't know where they were. It didn't look like Yokohama at all, it was all so different.

All Q knew was Yokohama, they've never seen anywhere else, not even on television, but that was also because they only things they were given when imprisoned was food, clothes, and beatings. After a while you don't exactly care for whats outside of your city.

“Well, Kyusaku,” Aizawa began, Q looked at him sluggishly, “You'll be staying with me for a moments notice. You'll fit right in, I'm sure.”

Q felt a bit nervous, “Is there others?” They asked, in a fake hesitant tone. Act as if the Helpless kid, act weak and make it seem like you just came from a tragic past full of pain.

Aizawa nodded, “Yes, I have a husband and an adopted daughter, she's close to your age and came from a rough area too.”

“A mafia?”

“Not quite but close, she was held captive and kept as an experiment for a villain here, but a student of mine saved and rescued her safely.” Aizawa explained.

Q blinked, a what?

Aizawa came to a stop in front of a house and turned towards Q, “Don't worry about them not wanting you there, they were thrilled to hear about the chance of you staying.”

Q's lips went thin, “Don't tell anyone I said that though, I particularly just put my students through rough training so hearing that they'd force me to retire early.” Aizawa said.

A nod came from Q's head, Q didn't quite understand this side of the world, was the training the same too? They'd only tell when the time came.

“As for extra clothes, I can probably find some of mine or Hizashi's old stuff from when he were younger for you, sound good?”

Q hesitated but nodded.

Aizawa placed a gentle hand on the kids shoulder, bending down to reach eye level, “If you need anything, Hizashi and I are always open.”

“Hizashi?”

“Hizashi Yamada, he's my husband.”

“Oh, I see”

Weren't girls supposed to marry boys? Maybe that changed throughout the years of being imprisioned? Q wasn’t exactly able to catch up on the ‘now’ while they were imprisoned.

“Alright, lets get inside before mosquitoes eats you whole. You're prbably hungry anyway, with that long walk.”

Q shook their head, “I'm not, I ate this morning.”

Aizawa blinked, “That was hours ago, kid. You sure you aren't hungry?”

“No, my trainer says too much food ruins whats good in a person for the port mafia” Seem helpless .

“Well, they were wrong. One meal a day isn't healthy.”

Q blinked owlishly, it wasn't? They've always had one meal and they've always been perfectly fine?

“Let's get you inside.” Aizawa stood, patting Q's shoulder softly.

It was sort of chilly now, perhaps due to the fact the sun was setting and cooling into a dark and relaxing night sky?

Q followed the man inside the lit home, Q’s mind was racing with unanswered questions that they’d never dare to ask. The only thing worse than fear is curiosity when faced upon an unreadable enemy. One singular slip up could force your life into their hands and have it taken just as quick as a singular slip up that was never done by accident.

Most deaths in the port mafia always happen out of curiosity or fear, the slick sliver of vulnerability that floated through everyone, even the boss himself. There was no way to get rid of curiosity, but Q knew one thing for sure from a lesson that had been engraved into their mind.

There were two things that separated the life of an executive and a lower ranked guard, it’s to be fearful or to be feared. There was no in-between; there were only those two connections that lay in the hands of the mafia members.

Everyone but the executives feared the boss, and everyone but the boss feared the executives. It’s what made the title such an honor to have, people are too scared to betray you, especially if you have perfect capabilities in forcing information out of each person they needed too. Also why most executives always take the opportunities to get the information out, the more successful torture one can do, the more feared you become.

But, too much fear could get that person killed, deemed as a threat to the boss even, yet, that eliminates a singular person. Not the boss, and certainly not Q, but the one who held the title, Demon Prodigy.

A title so feared in the port mafia even if they didn’t know the history of it or who once held it, it was just one to fear as it was rumoured that deep down the holder hasn’t changed at all and is still as ruthless as anything.

In a way, Q was walking proof of that statement as the man had a deep grudge against them. Now, you couldn’t label it as living, could you? After all, the port mafia has its ways with those who aren’t humans.

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“Kyusaku?” A sweet voice echoed, Q looked around cluelessly. It felt so familiar, so pure even? A sound that Q has dreamt to hear.

But, just who even was it?

–

A little girl with blue hair and a horn perked up- Wait, a horn!? Q blinked, was there such an ability that would make someone physically have a horn?

“It is a kid!” The little girl perked up from where she was once playing. A man with yellow hair nearly looked thankful the two walked into the home, saved from playing a traumatic game of dress-up where it would end with the girl laughing at him until she got the worst curse ever, hiccups.

Q blinked owlishly, genuinely they were a bit nervous. The last ‘kid’ they played with was Elise, Mori's ability. It was for training, but it was still pretty fun, it wasn't as violent.

The man with yellow hair- Was that the homeless looking guy's husband? What were their names again?- stood up from where he once sat, the little girl standing with him excitedly.

“Uh” Q mumbles, feeling a bit out of place. They seemed like a genuine happy family, was Q really meant to destroy such a thing? Did Q ever have something like that?

Aizawa cleared his throat, “This is Kyūsaku,” Aizawa introduced.

Q stiffed slightly, expecting some sort of backlash.

The yellowed haired man smiled softly, “It's nice to meet you, Kyusaku. I'm Hizashi,” Hizashi introduced himself. “This here,” The man gestured to the little girl, “Is Eri.”

Eri beamed, rocking on her heels excitedly with a huge grin on her face. She seemed so excited that she could just pop out her body.

Q wasn't sure what to say, they weren't given a script, let alone expecting something like this. Their training consisted of physical violence, building up their walls, their pain tolerance, and their emotional capacity.

Q wasn't scared to show emotion, but knows better not to be so vulnerable.

As of now, those lessons weren't exactly becoming such a savior in their hands. Oh who was joking around? Q would never be a savior. Not even to themselves. The only thing Q was, was a danger to themselves and others.

“Like I told you both earlier, Kyusaku will be staying here temporarily under our care. We treat them with the same respect we give each other.” Aizawa explained thoroughly.

Eri beamed even more, “Like a sibling!?” She exhaled in one breath.

Aizawa blinked, Hizashi too seemed surprised but yet again Eri was young. “Sure, kiddo. Like a sibling.” Hizashi said warmly.

Sibling? What on earth was this place!? Q truly felt out of place.

Q wasn't sure whether or not they were supposed to speak. Their mission was to get rid of any pests, but the boss hadn't made it clear that they had to run lines or make up a fictional script like he normally had the demon prodigy do.

–

“So, it is a child,” Nezu leaned forward with a grin. His smile is full of mischief and secrets. “I assumed such when it became clear we might be dealing with a kid, but what I didn't expect is the child to come without a fuss.”

Aizawa nodded, “I too thought the kid would've fought back, instead they just listened and came with. They're very socially awkward and don't speak much, I'd assume it's due to being imprisoned.” The sleep deprived looking man explained.

“Imprisoned?” Nezu asked curiously.

“Correct, Kyūsaku was apparently imprisoned most of the time they've been in the port mafia.” Aizawa explained.

Nezu thought for a moment, “What do we possibly tell the public? Hmm.”

Aizawa sighed, “You have a plan, don't you, and not one that'll be good.” 

Nezu's smile grew wider, “Exactly, we'll just say we haven't found the suspect yet!”

“And what do you say about Kyūsaku?”

Nezu's grin only grew at the question, “Kyūsaku will be your child”

Aizawa’s mind buffered, his eyes widening, “I was under the impression Hizashi and I were only supervising, not becoming parents!?”

Nezu put a hand up, “I'm aware it's not what I first discussed, but in desperate matters it's the best solution. It'll keep the hero commission out of our hair for a while.”

Aizawa sighed, pinching his temple, out of anything he had run himself over with, this was the least of what he had been expecting.

He let out a sigh, “If it's the only solution right now, then fine, but how do I explain to my students that a thirteen year old will be joining the class under my supervision and just for that if they're supposedly my child.”

“I have that all planned out, but you'll fill in those gaps!” Nezu said cheerfully, “Now, where's Kyusaku?” He asked, peering around Aizawa after - somehow - quickly making his way towards the man as if he teleported.

Aizawa stopped the principal, “With Hizashi outside the door. I figured it'd be best that you and I talked alone first.”

Nezu nodded, “Quite understandable! You truly have the brains, now off you go before your students arrive, I'd hate for you to be late. Remember the new policy update!”

Aizawa waved off the last comment, a new policy update. So what? He had that memorized since before it was installed. He shifted his body and turned, opening the door and stepping out.

Q was fidgeting with their fingertips, a habit they'd do when no one was paying attention. The rule was do it til you bleed and move to the next finger, once every finger bled you could stop.

Hizashi had been trying to create small talk, trying to get to know the kid but Q didn't understand. They weren't used to such treatment or experienced enough to act. The only thing they knew how to be was a weapon.

Q looked up at the sound of a door opening, “Kyusaku, you'll be with me today.” Aizawa explained, looking at the child and then the now standing Hizashi.

“If you want, tomorrow you can go with Hizashi. My class can be a handful.” Aizawa reassured.

“A handful?” Q repeated, they heard that saying before. Sometimes lower ranks would say the training was a tough handful to handle, or some would say they had a handful of paperwork so they couldn't do anything. It was an expression of a burden.

Aizawa nodded, “They're often full of energy, loud even. Somedays it can be irritating so I'm offering for you to go with Hizashi every now and then to save yourself from the awaiting headache.”

Q blinked, “Headaches don't really bother me; I was actually trained how to ignore them. It helped my mental strength according to my old trainer.” Q rolled on their heels, remembering their old trainer.

“Old trainer? Did she quit?” Hizashi asked, an eyebrow raised in curiosity.

Q shook their head, “No, apparently she was killed for being a traitor. You know, giving information to the enemy” Q shrugged, “I got a new trainer right after. He was more interested in my pain tolerance”

Aizawa's face hardened. He hated when children acted so normally about things that were not okay yet they thought it was. Maybe Q knew it wasn't okay, maybe Q only put up with it due to the consequences that awaited them every night they made the tiniest mistake.

“Well they aren't here right now, so let's focus on the present,” Aizawa declared.

Q looked at him before eyeing the hall, “Right, present time. That's the now”

“Lets head to my class before the students get here. I suggest you do the same, Hizashi.” Aizawa suggested.

Hizashi nodded, “I suppose it is time,” He gave an uninterested shrug that was obviously fake, the man was always happy to see his students.

Aizawa rolled his eyes and gestured for Q to follow him. Q eyed Hizashi for a moment before following Aizawa. Should they be getting information? Maybe just in case.

Q followed Aizawa through the long halls, it was certainly brighter than the port mafia's halls, especially with all the windows. What was the point of that?

Aizawa stops at a large door. It made Q feel smaller than beforehand, on the door it had a big 1-A.

“Alright, let's get inside before these problem children arrive” Aizawa sighed. 

Q blinked owlishly before following the man inside. It truly was a large door.

Aizawa glanced around, trying to figure out wherever he should have Q stay seated at. Preferably close to him and in eye range.

“Kyūsaku, for now you'll have to act as my child, okay? That's just the role you'll play here.” Aizawa expressed.

“Like a game?” Q asked, eyeing the man.

Aizawa's eyes softened a bit, “Yeah, like a game. You'll be my kid in this game, okay?” He stated.

Q nodded, “Okay!”

Q liked games, in fact they enjoyed them quite a lot. It was what their training was mostly called. Not to make the kid childish, but because Q hadn't felt anything was right without seeing it as a game. 

“There’s a seat near my desk, for now you’ll have to sit there, okay?” Aizawa said clearly. Q nodded, glancing at the seat Aizawa had mentioned.

The place was certainly clean, and very organized. Would’ve expected someone who didn’t keep his looks intact to be all messy. But Q shouldn’t express that out loud.

Aizawa let out a sigh, “My students should be arriving soon so why don’t you go ahead and take a seat at my desk for now,” he suggested.

Q nodded and shifted towards the seat, climbing into the chair and staying still. Now to wait.

—

“Okay, but you totally cannot say that, that’s strictly controversial.” Mina said, walking backwards as she spoke with her friends. “Everything’s controversial now that we’re in UA, one wrong slip up and your whole career is done.” Uraraka sighed longingly.

Hagakure shrugged, “That’s true, but it isn’t like it’d be that bad. I mean, what hero hasn’t made a few mess ups?”

“All Might” Uraraka sighed, “No, he’s made screw ups too, the public just doesn’t show that because he’s number one, that’s why you trust lives.” Mina winked.

Uraraka shrugged, “Are you sure you should even be walking backwards? You might run into someone.”

“And catch me like a falling damsel in distress,” Mina joked dramatically, laughing afterwards with the other two.

Kaminari walked alongside Bakugo and Kirishima, “Man, I’m surprised I’m still here especially with all those ‘fail and you will be expelled’ threats, I really thought the last one was legit.” He scratched the back of his neck.

Bakugo shrugged, “They might be, dunce face, but you weren’t the one who got the worst score so we’ll find out”

“I wasn’t!?” Kaminari looked surprised, “Nope, it was the shrimp Mineta.”

Kirishima glanced at the yellow haired boy, “Told you studying pays off, just gotta keep that up and then everything is rock solid.” 

“Okay but, what are y’all thinking about the whole attack on Mt. Lady thing, do you think they got the culprit?” Kaminari asked, “Who knows, but if they didn’t and I see the guy, I’m blowing him up.” Bakugo said confidently.

Kirishima glanced at the man, “And if it’s a girl?” 

“I’m blowing her up too then!”

Kaminari waved his hands in a playful surrender, “Have a little mercy” He joked.

–

As the class settled, Q took notice at how loud it got compared to just moments before the groups walked in, standing around their friends desks, joking and making dramatic sounds to the latest gossip being told. Lazily, they shifted in their seats with a stretch. They didn’t have any extra clothes, so Aizawa – for some reason knowing how – sewed them some clothes that were decent enough until they found Q some clothes they could wear out. The man certainly had a talent for sure.

Q’s stretch ended up getting the attention of a few eyes their way. Aizawa waited it out until a specific time before the man came out of his cocoon like sleeping bag and stood. “There are a few things I would like to announce before class, if you have any questions ask now before I move on.” 

A blue short haired boy with sharp glasses and a posture of confidence raised his hand, “Iida?” Aizawa glanced at the boy. 

“If I must, sensei. Who’s the kid?” Iida asked, placing his hand back down as he spoke.

Q blinked owlishly, what name would Aizawa come with on the spot ? Or did he plan it? They turned their head towards Aizawa.

“Yeah I was wondering who this little cutie is!” Mina beamed, leaning more on her desk, glancing between Aizawa and the ‘mysterious’ child in the room.

Aizawa took a sigh, “This kid is my child. Temporarily they’ll be with me here due to medical reasons.” 

..

“YOU HAVE A KID?”

The class erupted in a united chant, Q’s face twisted. They’ll never understand why people have to be so loud during games. It makes it the worst! Well, besides for screams of terror. Most times that’s satisfying to hear during a game, but for this one, not so much.

“Wow Aizawa, who's the lucky woman!” Kaminari joked, wiggling his eyebrows.

Aizawa waited for his class to pipe down before continuing, “You’ll have to call them Kyūsaku for the time being, calling them Aizawa would be confusing to the kid.” 

The class nodded eagerly, most heads turning towards Q. Who knew such announcements would get so many eyes.

A scuff erupted from a blonde haired boy, “You extras want to know such boring things!” He leaned forward slightly, “I want to know about if y’all found the culprit that killed Mt. Lady.” 

Mentally, Q beamed. Nobody but the adult knew the culprit was sitting right in front of them. Aizawa shook his head, “Still nothing. We’re getting somewhere though, in the meanwhile I suggest you don’t ask, Bakugo.” 

Bakugo frowned and crossed his arms, “Tch, such babies.” He grumbled under his breath but didn’t fight against it.

“Any other questions before we move on?” Aizawa asked.

A green carrot top like haired boy raised his hand instantly, “What is Kyūsaku’s quirk?”

Aizawa sighed, “Well, Midoryia, why don’t you ask Kyu that.” 

Midoriya’s eyes locked on the kid who was just sitting.

Q’s lips curled, “Dogra Marga”

Aizawa blinked, so did most of the class.

“What’s does it do? I don’t think I’ve ever heard a quirk like that,” Midoryia admitted, looking curious yet confused.

A few heads nodded in agreement, “Well,” Q began, how would Mori put it, terrifying? Simple and make you find out the ‘climax’ itself? Q’s eyes met Aizawa’s and the curl in their lips grew before turning back to the carrot topped boy, “Dogra Margra, Mind control!”

A few others blinked, “Mind control, but Aizawa-sensei’s quirk is eraser?” Kaminari commented.

“Mothers exist, idiot.” Bakugo instantly responded.

“Yes, but Kyūsaku would at least take over a bit of Aizawa-Sensei’s quirk from genetics?” Kaminari commented.

Aizawa took in a deep breath, “Alright you all, let’s get started now.”

—

Kyūsaku stretched lazily, so the rumors were true, schools were almost as dreadful as their training!!

“Alright everyone, to the training fields!” Aizawa instructed after all the students finished their test. A few groaned in complaints but made no verbal complaints.

Kyūsaku turned towards Aizawa. “I’ll lead you there, don’t worry.” Aizawa reassured the clueless kid. Kyūsaku gave a nod and slid off of the chair. Biting the insides of their mouth silently, they often did that, especially before training sessions, after them not so much.

Aizawa glanced at the silent kid, “Kyu, if you want, I can bring you to Hizashi? I’m sure he’ll be more than happy for you to join him.” 

Kyūsaku shook their head, “No thanks, I’ll be fine. I’ve survived this far, haven’t I?”

Aizawa gave a soft nod, “I suppose. Let’s go then,” Kyūsaku nodded and followed the man out the humongous door. What was even the point of such big doors?

They walked through the halls and out towards the fields where the students were changing clothes in the locker rooms.

Kyūsaku looked around, analyzing the area for later purposes in this game. The place had a lot of cameras, and a tight security complex. 

Aizawa took notice of Kyūsaku glancing around but said nothing, there was a lot of training to focus on at the hour.

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Dreadful, absolutely dreadful.

That’s how Kyūsaku would describe the long, slow, and annoying hours they had to waste being in such an annoying place.

Thank god the port mafia didn’t care for their education.

Wait, isn’t that bad?

Kyūsaku thought about all they’ve learned so far, obviously, this side of the world was very different from the one they know. Should they keep this knowledge and use it? Or just shove it past and keep what the port mafia taught them in their head?

Hizashi shortly came to the car just moments after Aizawa and Kyūsaku had, “Well, how what is?” Hizashi asked, lifting a brow as he eyed the two.

“The problem children are as dreadful as ever.” Aizawa sighed, “And for you, Kyūsaku?” Hizashi made eye contact with the kid.

“I called someone a carrot top and got a high-five from a blonde with obvious temper issues.” Kyūsaku tilted their head recalling it as they pointed to their hand. 

Hizashi blinked and looked at Aizawa, “It was during physical training, Kyūsaku called Midoryia a carrot top and Bakugo found it humorous” He explained.

Hizashi nodded, Eri blinked owlishly, “Isn’t Bakugo that really mean and scary one?”

Aizawa chuckled slightly and just motioned for them all to get in the car. Kyūsaku silently climbed in after Eri in the backseats, preferably at a window. 

The backseat children were quiet throughout the ride as Aizawa and Hizashi spoke to each other about some lame hero stuff. Eri just sat and listened while Kyūsaku kept their eyes on the passing buildings and people. Sometimes Kyūsaku feels as if they’ve seen a familiar face before, but it’d be no one important and went back to watching the passing city like a lion stalking it’s pray in the thick and tall grass that'd keep their body hidden.

Except the ‘grass’ is a facade, a fake identity of a person who didn’t actually exist. Way to make identity fraud go on their criminal record in public. 

“So, Kyūsaku” Eri began, nervously looking at the hem of her dress. Kyūsaku glanced at the girl, “What are something’s you like? Like candies, or any sweets?” She asked nervously, wanting to get to know the random child now in their little ‘family’

Kyūsaku blinked, “Well, I don’t eat sweets much, but when I did it was when Mr Dazai would stop by and randomly give me this little round hard candy.” 

“Mr Dazai?” Eri repeated.

Kyūsaku gave a nod, “He was my trainer every now and then when my usuals weren’t available, or when he just decided.” Kyūsaku left out the majority of the details. Hizashi glanced at Kyūsaku through the mirror and just focused on the conversation he and Aizawa were having.

Eri kicked her legs slightly from her seat, “So, Kyūsaku, what was your home like?” She asked, tilting her head towards the kid next to her. Kyūsaku thought for a moment, what was Yokohama like? Besides for the time they were abducted and their ability was forcibly used to cause harm they didn’t do by their own command, let alone that same night be told that God didn’t love them.

But God was supposed to love all of his children, right? So why not Kyūsaku? Was it their ability they so desperately tried to scratch out of their own skin and DNA even if it meant becoming a whole different person? Or in general, were they just not a person.

“Well, there's not much to tell besides the fact it was home. Everyone where I lived were like a little family of our own, although just one without mercy” Kyūsaku expressed, tilting their head owlishly towards the window. 

Eri gave a blink with her eyes, “Really? Well now you have another family, here!” She smiled with one that looked like it was about to make her face explode with how large it was. She truly was one happy child, Kyūsaku could only wonder if they'd ever be like that someday. How silly would that be? They don’t even feel comfortable with their own skin, let alone gender qualities. The only one who actually paid attention to their preferences was Dazai, and Dazai was only always busy yet still made an effort to somehow make Kyūsaku feel seen. 

–

“So, you mean to tell me.. Three pro heroes from Musutafu got the port mafia’s bosses approval to take one of their workers, and that same worker is the same one who put Atsushi under control!?” Kunikida wheeled out on his partner, Dazai just blinked owlishly before his lips curled up.

“Well, as surprising as it sounds, yup!” Dazai confirmed, ignoring how the man had his hands gripped onto the other man's shirt as if he were about to strangle him. “And you just let them go!?” Kunikida gave in a deep sigh, letting go on the bandages man who just washed the wrinkles out his clothes.

Dazai laid back slightly onto his palms, “Well there was no reason for me to interfere, Mori had given them permission and as there was no threat, there was no literal reason to stop them as the president hadn't told us to interfere. I already informed him of the matter and he said he’d get back to me in a few days.” Dazai explained. Kunikida just sighed, “I still feel it’d be logical to at least dig for a little more information” He grumbled. Dazai slid a smile onto his face, “We’ll get more information later,” He began as he placed his hand onto Kunikida’s cheek, “It’s the least of our worries right now. Q has the orders to be good, they don’t disobey.” Kunikida just sighed through his nose and leaned into the feeling of his work partner's hand. 

“Besides, if something goes wrong, we both know it’s Mori to blame for setting Q loose in such a place, and we’ll fix it like we always do” Dazai reassured. Kunikida loved this side of him, at work he’s always so aggravating, constantly being a tease and such a hassle to deal with, but when it was just the two of them, he couldn’t help but love how sweet the man could be.

Dazai chuckled softly, “You’re looking at me like that again,” He smiled, rubbing his thumb on the man's soft skin. Kunikida just rolled his eyes, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Dazai.” Dazai raised an eyebrow, “Really now? Is poor, old, kunikida losing his senses.” Dazai teased with a gentle smile. 

Kunikida just glared at him, “Alrightt, I know you aren’t that old yet, but I’ll be sure to tease you when you do get that old” Dazai gave him a kiss on the forehead gently. “Well, can you tell me what you do know from what you told me earlier?” Kunikida asked, moving Dazai’s hand to hold it.

“Welll… Maybe later, right now I’m superrr hungry~ You can’t starve me y’know!!” Dazai whined, leaning entirely onto the man, ignoring the man's surprised noise. “Dazai-!” Kunikida objected, “If you’re so hungry go make yourself something!” Kunikida lifted Dazai off of him, looking him in the eyes before sighing. “What would you like to eat?” Kunikida asked, still holding his hand - despite the factor Dazai had quite literally laid his entire body weight onto him just a moment ago.

Dazai looked in thought, “Something simple” He shrugged, Kunikida just shook his head, “You and your simple meals, I’ll make your favorite, how about that?” Kunikida suggested. Dazai nodded in agreement, “It sounds edible~ Poison isn’t my type lately” He huffed out. 

“But remember, you’re telling me whatever you know, okay?” Kunikida ordered, Dazai gave a nod, “I will, like I said” He provided as he stood up, dragging the other man with him. “You should take your glasses off, you’ve had them on all day” Dazai ordered.

Kunikida rolled his eyes, “I need them to see, idiot. I can’t make you anything blind.” Dazai hummed in thought, “That’d be one way to make a new poison.” 

“Dazai.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll feed you the details while your cooking, ‘kay?” Dazai promised.

–

“Kyūsaku,” Aizawa began as Kyūsaku quit pushing around the food on their plate, “Will you please eat instead of picking at the food?” He asked gently, his tone was calm and not one that would normally be a tone Kyūsaku would hear. Kyūsaku hesitated, “Do you not like it, or are you allergic?” Hizashi asked with a concerned face.

Kyūsaku shook their head, “No, I just don’t normally eat on these days.” They expressed, looking at the plate of food. “These days?” Aizawa repeated and Kyūsaku nodded, “Mhm,” They hummed, “Normally, I'm only obliged to eat every other day, sometimes I even skip that.” Kyūsaku explained before looking confused at Aizawa’s and Hizashi’s expressions.

Kyūsaku couldn’t quite understand why their expressions seemed so confused, so concerned. It was the basic way of life where they were from and they adapted to it, most times they wouldn’t even eat on the days they were meant to and would just skip so it wouldn’t interfere with the time they had to themselves to focus on personal training. 

Technically, they didn’t have an eating disorder, they just sometimes weren’t hungry. They were yearning for something else, something they had no idea what their body was longing for, but deep down, they hoped it wasn’t something their ability was yearning for. Their ability wasn’t theirs, it felt like their ability was them, as if they weren't their own person. It wasn’t fair.

They never asked for this ability, nor did they even want it. It made their simple life so confusing and harmful. Did god truly not love them? Was their life a punishment to life itself? If so, why were they born in the first place?

“Kyūsaku, you can eat whenever you want. You don’t have a specific schedule for when you eat.” Aizawa clarified with a soft tone in his voice, which in all honesty surprised Kyūsaku. To have such a soft tone for someone like themselves, a murderer only following orders by their boss. Was it because they were a child, but even so, could a murderer even be considered a child despite their age?

Kyūsaku shook their head, “It’s not anything in particular, it’s just routine, I’ve never had time to worry about such needs unless it was fairly necessary for bosses orders.” Ditching the concerned looks of the two adults that sat in front of him. Kyūsaku didn’t understand why they seemed so concerned. That was normal for them, why wouldn’t it be normal?

It was all they’ve known truly. If it were truly wrong then why would god make these choices for them? God chooses the path for all his children, doesn’t he? So why would their path be bad? Were they destined for a fate they didn’t want nor choose? 

“Kyūsaku,” Aizawa sighed, “Please, at least eat some of the food, even if it’s just a bite or two, okay?” He asked, worry in his eyes despite how he’s hiding it, which honestly itself wasn’t even the greatest effort, but it was enough. Kyūsaku glanced at the food they had pushed around their plate well over a dozen times now. Would they even be allowed? What would Mori say?

“If you’re thinking about how you were treated down in Yokohama, don’t worry about it. You’re here now, not there, okay?” Hizashi vindicated carefully. Kyūsaku nodded, “I understand, just not sure.” They uttered under their breath. Everything was so different, was this just a game? If it wasn't, why would Mori-san tell them it was a game, a new game, with new friends. 

Sure the heroes are some new friends to play with, but this game just doesn’t feel like a game. It feels like they were in a whole other body in their home. They were so gentle with a murderer, someone born with sin burning their veins every time they were remembered of what they were capable of doing despite so desperately not wanting to do so. Their head could say so many things at once but their body won't ever listen. It’s always please the boss, win the game, but at what bonus does Q get out of this? What bonus does Kyūsaku get out of hurting people? 

They were something, very much so were they something. Something their own mind let alone their soul couldn’t figure out. Even if they were to entirely tear the sin out of their own body, even if it meant making a mess of themselves, maybe they’d finally find what they’ve been yearning for?

And over food, of course Kyūsaku was hungry, why wouldn’t they be? A child with a child body yet the soul of someone cruel and unknowing of their own existence, of course they were hungry. Hungry for knowledge, hungry for the time they’ll finally grasp what god sent them to this planet for, to finally understand their purpose, but whatever is at stake, is whatever Kyūsaku is willing to risk even if it meant taking someone's life, or in someone else's eyes, their own life.

“..I suppose a few wouldn’t hurt.” Kyūsaku mumbled under their breath, not looking at the two adults. They didn’t understand this world, yet again.. They also didn’t understand Yokohama. Being locked in captivity does that to oneself.  It isn’t their fault, no, not at all. At least, they’d hope so.

By the time dinner was finished, Kyūsaku had eaten near half of what was on their plate. Which was quite an improvement for what they’d normally eat. The guilt afterwards was an unbearable feeling. They had disobeyed their boss, their routine he had created, eat every other day, that was one singular rule they had to follow suit. They weren’t supposed to eat today. Yet they did.

Was this a betrayal? What would happen next?

“Kyūsaku,” Aizawa began, “Are you finished?” He asked, Kyūsaku glanced up from the plate they had been staring at for a few minutes by now before nodding, “Yes, I am. Should I help clean up?” Aizawa shook his head, “No, it’s alright. I got it, don’t worry”

–

Night rolled around quite quickly as dawn had arrived, but to be honest Kyūsaku never really knew how to tell the time when being locked away, normally they’d just pay attention to the sun's angle from where it shined into their room they were given. It helped them split the day into three categories, dawn, noon, and night fall. Honestly, for Kyūsaku there was no middle. It was just those three they depended on for telling time. They knew what times meant of course, that was just common knowledge they had already learned a long time ago

Kyūsaku had been shown the room they’d be staying in for the night time, to sleep and so on. They were silent as they sat onto the bed. It was different from the one down in Yokohama they had, the one in Yokohama was more stern and hard, this one was soft and smooth, it even dented with their weight when they sat on it. 

Knock

Knock

Aizawa opened the door slowly, “Kyūsaku, I have a pair of clothes for you to change into for the night if you’d like. The pants may be a bit too big, but they have strings. They were Hizashi’s old clothes” Aizawa explained, the clothes in one hand while the other rested on the door handle.

Kyūsaku looked at him for a moment, and then the clothes. Were they allowed to take such things from him? Hesitantly, they got off the bed and walked over to him, taking the clothes nervously. “..Thank you.” Kyūsaku muttered under their breath, looking at the floor.

Aizawa just lifted a hand to ruffle their mixed colored hair, a motion meant to bring comfort yet instead it just brought a handful of confusion. Such a gentle touch for a sinner. “If you need anything, me and Hizashi will be in the living room, okay?” Aizawa expressed, and Kyūsaku just nodded. “Yeah, I’ll let you know,” 

Motions so soft for someone like themselves were so confusing, yet being locked in captivity ultimately causes such struggles upon their mind to know. It’s one confusing history for sure.

Redemption of what they’ve done to themselves and others were out of the picture, not even close to the perfect picture frame Mori Ougai had built ever since they were dragged into the slums called the Port Mafia. A feared part of Yokohama’s greatest history, 

A little family, that’s what they were in mind, bonded by similar pasts. In all honesty, their boss certainly had a taste for whom he’d hire, deeming them with great potential to whatever future he sees Yokohama to have, yet that someone could just be a kid, like themselves.

Once you join, it’s nearly impossible to escape unless you die, that’s why Kyūsaku loathes Dazai in a way. Being able to escape the port mafia, to escape Mori. Not to mention without consequence and freedom, living as a free man and saving people. While on the other hand Kyūsaku could only wait, wait, and wait for the day they could be feee.

Perhaps it!d be the day their ability is finally washed away from their blood, or at the name carved in stone.

Oh how one-self could only wish they could see the future.

—

The clothes are quite big-ish. Kyūsaku honestly would be considered underweight in this place, especially for how most people look, but in their eyes they were fine. The clothes, well.. That was a problem they couldn’t miraculously fix on their own, but luckily the sleep pants they had been given had strings! If not, well one could only imagine what would’ve happened. The clothes were comfortable to say the least.

Felt nice on the skin that wasn’t bandaged, the t-shirt didn’t sub weirdly on their bandages causing their currently healing scars to get irritated. That tended to happen quite a bit. Though they couldn’t complain, clothes were clothes, and sometimes wearing something for so long could get agitating. 

As Kyūsaku sat onto the plush bed, they had many thoughts. Most circulated over the hero they had killed, Mt Lady. Although, none were in guilt, but only curiosity they had that made them wonder what type of society Yokohama had if this one was full of heroes.

Children are always such curious beings, often asking why things are the way that they are. Most times, parents won’t have an answer, leaving the child to wonder it up until they discover the world for themselves. Kyūsaku was one of those children, but they can’t seem to recall what they’ve wanted to know.