Butterfly Soup

- Kurogiri, is there something? - Unfortunately no, Shigaraki Tomura. I contacted our informants, but it’s no any results. - Sucks… Is that her real name? She was probably just making fun of me. This girl…I hate her… Shigaraki grimly clutched a glass of some kind of drink in his hand, while sitting at the bar in the League’s hideout. - I guess she doesn’t make sense tell lies, — Kurogiri shook his head. — And you say, she is very fast? - Her speed is similar to Allmight’s, — Tomura responded. — Weird. At all…she’s VERY weird. You should have seen her vile eyes. She looked at me like I was some piece of shit… I have to quickly find her and kill her. Try harder, Kurogiri. Harness everyone, but get me information about this girl by any means. - Okay, — Kurogiri nodded. — If manage to find out something, I’ll let you know right away. Shigaraki rose to his feet and, putting down glass, walked towards the door. - I’ll go out into city for a while, — he waved his hand and went out into the corridor. Kurogiri watched him go. “- It’s really weird…this girl Milante is not listed in any of our databases. Actually, who is she?”

***

Tomura was already walking around the city, with his hands in the pockets of sweatshirt and the hood pulled over head. “Father” on his face this time gave a feeling of security. He put it on just in case, because these hallucinations, associated with Milante, still didn’t stop. Shigaraki began to feel very vulnerable. While in his thoughts, the guy involuntarily wandered into some park. Walking down the alley, Tomura quietly looked around. His stomach growled loudly from hunger. “- …I forgot to have lunch, — Shigaraki winced. — The snacks are over, and I don’t really want to eat food that Kurogiri gave me. I should have something to eat…” He suddenly stopped mid-sentence and froze. Ahead, on a bench under a big sakura tree, Tomura noticed Milante and stared at her with an unblinking gaze. - That’s her! Come on… Is this really fatal!? — guy’s mouth curled into an ominous grin, and his eyes lit up with hatred. — What a coincidence, ha-hah! Great, just great! Today everything will become clearer. I’ll find out first, why I’m dreaming about her and what she really wants from me, and then…then I’ll quietly kill this annoying girl here in the park, right in front of stupid civilians. Hiding unnoticed by another tree, Tomura decided to watch Milante for a bit in order to assess the situation and rule out the presence of a threat in the form of any pro-heroes. While he was staring at girl, his stomach was churning with hunger again. Wincing, Shigaraki put his hand to stomach and leaned his back against the tree. - Maybe I should make force her buy me food first? Ah…damn, my stomach is going to stick to my back… Tomura exhaled heavily and looked up: his target on the bench looked calm and relaxed. Milante was blatantly in no hurry and was not waiting for anyone. This calmed Shigaraki down a bit. - Hm-m… — he squinted, taking a closer look at the girl. — Today she has her hair down, but I still recognized her. I’ll remember her heavy aura for a long time, that’s for sure, huh… For some reason, Tomura too was in no hurry to come closer and carefully watched as Milante sat comfortably on the bench, imposingly crossing her leg over leg. The sakura tree above the girl’s head was covered with pink flowers, showering her with airy petals, but she didn’t even bother to shake them off her head. When the sun appeared from behind a cloud, a shadow from a tree fancifully fell on her face, illuminating her eyes with some strange, truly bewitching light. -… Tomura involuntarily rubbed his eyes and blinked. “- What the…?” He categorically didn’t want to admit it, but Milante really looked such…beautiful right now, in the light of day. It was as if she had crawled out of some 2D world and embodied herself in this world. She seemed catastrophically ideal and unreal for this world. Even more — she didn’t fit into it at all, literally at all. Shigaraki involuntarily became engrossed and glanced over the girl’s face: along the lines of her neat lips, long black eyelashes and huge cat shaped eyes, flickering brightly in the twilight of the shadow of tree with a magician lilac light. Yes, her eyes… Tomura came to himself and finally remembered their last meeting at the store. This eyes, concealed the Antarctic cold, piercing and wild… These thoughts again made Tomura wince with hostility. But he still couldn’t help but notice that the grave cold emanating from Milante in his dreams was already beginning to seem very tempting to him. “- Who the hell is she anyway? And what did she forget in my dreams? Oh, yeah… I suddenly remembered something. Not long ago, rumors began to circulate about a certain strange girl, who always appears in places of increased danger and disappears, dissolving like a ghost. Just like that time with me… Because of her speed, I didn’t have time to use Decay and today is just the perfect opportunity. But first I’ll make her apologize for rudeness and put this arrogant girl in her place, she’ll take answer for everything. Ha-ha…look, she’s sitting like this now, chilling and doesn’t even realize that in a few minutes retribution will overtake her. What a hilarious thing!” Shigaraki stood rooted to the spot all this time and incessantly watched the girl, boring into her with his manically shining red eyes. For the third time his stomach cramped from hunger and Shigaraki was suddenly overcome with rage. He wanted to immediately rush forward and kill Milante. For some reason, Tomura drew a strange parallel between his condition and hers. Milante finally lowered cellphone and looked up. Shigaraki didn’t expect this, but she seemed to feel his intense gaze on her, and her eyes quickly glanced over his face. “- Finally!” Tomura stared at girl expectantly, triumphant that she had noticed him. But Milante turned away and again stared indifferently at the smartphone. Shigaraki realized that she didn’t recognize him and didn’t even pay attention: her gaze was too superficial and unfocused. -… Tomura turned gloomy and simply burned a hole right through her with his bloodshot eyes. He was furious, she dared to ignore him and didn’t even recognize him. Grimacing, Shigaraki, like a dark cloud, finally slowly and inexorably moved towards a girl.

***

At this time Milante sat on a bench in the park, sipping a freshly bought frappe with coconut syrup and taking a break from the whole world. The day turned out to be surprisingly calm, which was not so often in her life. To be honest, her life itself has never been, in principle, calm. Therefore, when she managed to just relax for a day or two, she looked for the most secluded places. Usually. But not today. Today Milante suddenly felt an irresistible urge to go to the park, which apriori wasn’t a quiet place. Her intuition never failed her and Milante realized she should be there today. She was quite intrigued by this. Milante had already conveniently forgotten about that run-in with the strange guy at the combini and didn’t even pay much attention to it. It seemed like this was almost the normal in her life. - Spring, huh? — Milante finally looked up from the smartphone and raised eyes to the bright sky, admiring the fluffy clouds floating on it. — Almost six months have passed… How quickly time flew by. I really want to get everything done on time. Her clear eyes dimmed. The hectic passage of time was inexorable and life flashed too quickly before eyes. As if pass Milante by. Putting the phone in pocket, Milante though deeply. She was so lost in herself and didn’t even notice how someone plopped down heavily on bench. - Hey. Whats up? Came to herself, Milante turned her head. A weird, shaggy guy in equally weird dark clothes sat next to her and tirelessly bored into her with his blood-red eyes. Through a VERY weird dead hand attached to his face. -… “- What the f*ck is this..?” Their gazes met. - Let’s have a cup of tea to get to know each other, Milante! — Tomura said ingratiatingly, smiling sweetly. — I want to get to know you better, he-he. “- D'you really not remember me? Come on, strain your fish memory and remember that day: the night, the damn combini and your excessive rudeness. That’s why I came here. I’ll make you remember everything”. The guy’s eyes were bloodshot from anticipation of her answer. - What are you, exactly? — Milante suddenly said it with a poker face. — I don’t make acquaintances on the street, dude. Go away, pls. -… Tomura’s face showed obvious confusion and stupor. “- She…really doesn’t remember me? I even called her by name! Okay, fine… Apparently, she still didn’t recognize me last time… Well, then let’s get acquainted now. I hope you will remember this meeting for the rest of your short life, which I’ll end with my own hands". - Oh yes! That’s right, we don’t know each other personally, — guy grinned and pushing “dead hand” to the side, so Milante could see his face. — Shigaraki Tomura, nice to meet ya. - Nice. And? — Milante narrowed her eyes, blatantly not yet remembering poor Tomura. — I’m Milante. - I know…before I call your name, stupid, — realizing this, Shigaraki became gloomy and scratched his cheek. — And you probably guessed that I didn’t come to wag my tongue. Remind you of our last meeting: rain, a combini, a bag with food, a lamppost… - Ah, gotcha! So it was you? — Milante finally had an epiphany. — And what do you want from me now? It seems like we ended the dialogue a hundred years ago. “- Does he think about this all the time? It was just the intersection of two strangers in the stream of life, nothing more. Or…?” - Warmest apologies, of course, — Tomura began to itching even more furiously. — I didn’t like the way you looked at me that day…ugh-h… So you behaved very rudely and impudently. But what I didn’t like even more, was your disappeared so quickly, I didn’t even have time to understand anything! That’s not how things are done… Yeah, by the way, you said your name last time and today I remembered something…something really interested me. It turns out there are various rumors about you, have reached me. Some people claim you are a real fiend of Hell, while others claim you are Mother Teresa in a new form. You supposedly always appear as if out of thin air in those places, where disasters occur and someone dies. And then you disappear without a trace. I came to find out from you personally: who you are and who you consider yourself to be — hero or villain? What ideology is close to you? Based on your answer, I will draw certain conclusions and decide something for myself. So, tell me who are you. Think about it carefully. - There’s nothing to think about. I’m neither one or the other, — grumbled Milante, turning away and sipping her frappe. — I move freely around the city, and don’t care where people see me and what rumors they spread. Also I not going to apologize for anything, so if that’s all, then go about your business, nerd. There is no point in pestering beautiful single ladies. Last time you almost wanted groped me, ugh…don’t be like that. - Wha…- Shigaraki was taken aback for a second by such pressure. — Huh? You…why the hell do I need to grope you, you idiot?! — he hissed angrily. — Also called me a nerd… Do your brains only work in one direction, pervert? - May-be. I answered your question, — Milante suddenly turned to him and made a such scary face. — Now leave me alone, I just want to take a f*ckin' break from people. I knew that, again some dubious individuals would start talking to me, not a single day goes by without it. Hey, is it written on my face: “I want to communicate with dumbs”? -… Tomura stared confused at her, dumbfounded from such an amount of this passive aggression addressed to him (or, rather, more from the creepiness of this girl’s face at the moment). He sincerely didn’t understand the reason for such a reaction on her part now and it simply infuriated him. - …Listen me carefully, — he said insinuatingly, barely restraining himself, leaning towards Milante and imperceptibly, but firmly, clasping her wrist with three fingers. — I could decay you, if you don’t shut up and listen to me. Just calm down and answer my questions, okay? - Decay? — Milanthe looked at him gloomily. — Oh, so it’s you are. League of Villains… Now everything has become extremely clear. - Pretty well, it turns out that you also know me in absentia, ha-ha, — Shigaraki smiled strangely pleased, that she finally understood who was sitting in front of her. — So, then you are neither a hero or a villain? Ok, lemme see… It’s most interesting thing, that I’ve heard from anyone, huh… Then tell me, what do you think about League of Villains itself? Never wanted to take the path of true evil? - I think no-thi-ng, — said Milante articulately, unclenching his fingers and removing his hand from her. — I’m not interested in all sorts of leagues and gatherings of like-minded people. I work alone. -…Are you not such interested in this ideology? — Tomura looked at her actions with slight confusion. — Hey-hey, can’t you hear me? I told, that I’ll use quirk, if you do something annoys me. You should be scared, actually… - Why should I be scared of you? — Milante suddenly gave him such a look, that Shigaraki’s spine involuntarily went cold. — Every second villain is sure other should be afraid of him. Obviously, you should too have delusions of grandeur or something. “- These eyes… Ah…I remembered last time she looked at me exactly the same way. That’s why I hate her so much…” Tomura suddenly began to tremble and wrapped his arms around himself. It was not by cold, but rather a jitters in anticipation of experiencing something completely new and unusual. For some reason, such a weird thought suddenly arose in his sick head. - Oh, you’re not afraid…? — a crazy grin appeared on his lips and he quickly grabbed Milante by the neck with his palm, sticking out little finger. — No, you should be afraid. You’re in no position to contradict me right now. Now everything is under my control, hah! Therefore, I’ll ask one more question and if answer don’t pleasure me, I’ll immediately close all my fingers on your thin neck. And then: “Whomp!”, so you crumble into dust. Got it? Milante silently and surprisingly calmly reacted to this threat, without even raising an eyebrow. - Ah, that’s better! — Shigaraki smiled frighteningly sweetly, considering her silence as fear in front of him, and impudently ran his fingers along her neck. — Let’s continue our little survey: what kind of quirk do you have? Unfortunately, I have no information about you, but last time you moved with amazing speed. It even made me think your power is similar to Allmight’s. This is funny… What does your quirk specialize in, can you tell me? “- And why is there no peice information about you? Are you a master at peekaboo, huh? Are you like the games or something? It means you blatantly have a fluffy face and a dark past. Don’t worry. I’ll find out everything about you today and this time Milante, you won’t run away. You’ll satisfy my curiosity and then die. It’s simple”. But Milante was silent and continued to look at the guy with a strange gaze. There was not a drop of fear or uncertainty in her eyes, or a wish to call for help. On the contrary, this gaze was so…studying, overly intent and piercing. Inquisitive and even curious. -… Tomura shuddered involuntarily again: her eyes seemed to penetrate into the very depths of his brain and body. Crawled into the deepest corners of his mind, making his stomach twist with tension. “- Disgusting…” Shigaraki exhaled heavily and looked at the girl from under his brows: Milante remained stubbornly silent. His fingers tightened warningly on her neck. - Go ahead… — Tomura glared at her. — You don’t value your miserable life? I’ll let you go as soon as hear the answer. “- Of course it’s a lie.” 10, 30 seconds passed. Minute. Realizing that Milante not going to answer his question, Shigaraki was overcome with rage. These indifferent eyes, this facial expression, this total composure simply infuriated him. So much, so that he decided not to wait for the girl’s answer and closed all five fingers around her neck. - What a pity… It’ll be hectic to search information about you again. Even if it’s posthumous, — he muttered gloomily, starting to scratch the neck. — I didn’t receive an answer to my question… Anyway, don’t care. It’s only your own fault, idiot. - In what exactly? -?!! Shigaraki was dumbfounded for a few seconds, as if he had been hit in the head with a hammer. And then, in slowmotion, turned his head towards the voice. - You…what…? — his eyes grew exponentially on his forehead from what he saw. — Why…why didn’t you…dissapear?!! Tomura, just in case, once again grabbed a girl with his entire palm to make sure that was realy happening and immediately pulled his hand back as if from boiling water. “- Nothing…? How… How is it…?!” - This is the answer to your question, — Milante chuckled and narrowed her eyes. - Huh-h-h….? Poor Shigaraki’s brain was completely broken. The guy frozen like a statue. He used Decay on her and she’s still alive? His quirk didn’t affect her? Does she erase or cancel it? Is she really alive or is he talking to her ghost now? -… Shigaraki stared dumbfounded at Milante, as if at some kind of animated monster from the most terrible books. He suddenly began to tremble again, but this time from very real fear. His hands shook with excitement, face took on a truly insane expression: bulging eyes, a wide open mouth and wild horror with incomprehension in his gaze. This scene was truly impressive. Milante, seeing the expression on his face, involuntarily winced and closed Tomura’s open mouth with one finger, returning his lower jaw to its place. This action of hers made Shigaraki recoil from girl as if she were the plague. He found himself on the edge of the bench with such speed and agility that he almost fell to the ground. - Y-you…you…you… — muttered Tomura, pointing at Milante with a shaking finger. — What the hell are you?! It’s a joke, right? Where is the camera, where I should to smile? Oh, I admit…you obviously beat me! There’s probably someone like Eraserhead here, or even he came himself, right? Crap, it was a trap, I realized it!!… With these words, he jumped up from the bench, breathing heavily and looking around chaotically. But everything was peaceful and calm. People walked around, cats pooped calmly on the lawn, children played on the playground. Not a single hero was visible nearby. -… Shigaraki looked around in confusion again, to make sure there was no trick. “- What’s going on…?” - Who knows, Eraserhead would hardly have come to help me, huh, — he heard Milante’s gloomy chuckle. — We’re not on this type of terms. For now, at least, — she added quietly under her breath. — Heroes don’t appear at the snap of a finger to save you. This only happens in anime. Shigaraki stared at her in amazement. “- Just what did she say…? Something about heroes…she still hates them?” There was a ringing long silence in the air. - I…I don’t understand anything, — Tomura finally fell exhausted onto the bench and spread out over it, looking at the sky with empty eyes. — What’s happening? What kind of f*cking tricks are you doing, huh…? Tell me, what you did to my quirk. - Nothing, — Milante shrugged, taking an electronic device out of her pocket and taking a drag. — I don’t have a quirk, that can erase others or something like that. The secret lies within myself. - What a secret? — Shigaraki turned his head to her and grimaced. — Lay it all out as it is, I won’t let you go so easily. He suddenly loomed menacingly over the girl. - Ah…now I understand, why you sat here so calmly and didn’t tremble with fear, — Tomura looked gloomily into her eyes, taking her face with one hand. — Come on, tell me already, who are you? You’re definitely not quirkless, don’t have to make a fool of yourself. - Listen, boy, — Milante suddenly squeezed his hand tightly and took it away from her face, looking coldly into his eyes. — Girls like me need to be treated more tenderly, keep this on mind. Otherwise I may get angry and break all your bones and pull your eyes onto your ass. Be more careful next time. But Shigaraki continued to look at her silently and strangely, what his gaze was saying now was difficult to understand. His red eyes sparkled maniacally, darting around her chaotically, like searching for something. Biting his lip, Tomura was thinking intensely. - Huh…you’re funny, — his mouth finally broke into an ominous grin, a fire of excitement appeared in his eyes. — What disgusting eyes you have, after all. I really hate them… Hey, maybe could stop staring at me like this? It’s so annoying, you know. - You’re not the first to tell me this, — Milanthe responded coolly, closing her eyes. — If you’re uncomfortable, I won’t looking at you. Don’t be afraid, I’m not your enemy, Tomura. - Who said that I’m afraid of you? — Shigaraki grinned, piercing her with his eyes. — It was just a astonishment, you took me by surprise, that’s all. I’m not afraid of you! - And it’s not necessary — a strange smile appeared on the girl’s lips. — Glad to hear that. -… Tomura frowned and became gloomy from the very weird emotions that her incomprehensible reaction had caused now. There was a tense silence. - Perhaps I’ll tell you a something 'bout my power, — Milante suddenly rose to her feet and threw the empty coffee glass into the trash can. — Also suggest choosing a quieter, more peaceful place for conversation. - …Let’s go, — Shigaraki also got up from the bench and headed somewhere. — I have some time to listen your chatter… Today you’re so lucky. Girl caught up with him and evened out his pace. Tomura glanced gloomily at her: Milante calmly put her hands in the pockets of sportsuit and walked briskly next to guy, like nothing had happened. - Tch… — Shigaraki pull a long face even more. — Your suspicious calm bothers me. Are you trying to lure me into a trap? - For what? It’s like we just met, don’t we? — Milante narrowed her lavender eyes mockingly. — I propose to note this point. Besides… She paused and looked at the guy intently. - Besides, what? — Tomura looked at her irritably from under his brows. — Stop staring at me with your sickening eyes!.. Or I’ll break your spine. - Boor! — Milante snorted and unexpectedly prescribed an asshole for his leg. — Behave civilly, idiot. I lead you there have a snack, that you don’t die of hunger, and you’re speaking to me like you’re the last pig on Earth. Also have the nerve to threaten me? - You…! — Tomura froze for a second at such insolence. — Don’t you dare touch me… He suddenly interrupted himself. - Huh…? What did you say? — Tomura stared at her incredulously. — Food? D'you want to…feed me? Has you completely fallen off the tree? - No. You look more like someone who fell off the tree and hit his head heavily on the ground, — Milante muttered, going forward. — I’ll think about whether to treat you after this or not, got it? -… Shigaraki silently watched her with a long, shocked gaze. - Huh-h-h… W-what the hell is this?! — he bared his teeth, putting hand to face and scratching. — What kind of sickening kindness addressed to me….? Is she really sick? I tried to kill her and now she acts like nothing happened! Also offers food to me… What’s the joke? I can’t shake the feeling these are dirty tricks and that a crowd of heroes is probably waiting for me around the corner. It’s a setup, I don’t buy it… Does she think I look like an idiot?.. - Hey, you’re not with us anymore? — Milante with a poker face suddenly appeared in front of his nose, causing the guy to recoil. — Earth calls Shigaraki, hello. You still have a snack looming on the horizon with a beautiful girl. If you remember me with a kind word later, I’ll be pleased. People rarely say good things to me. -… Tomura stared at her in shock. His brain began to burst at the seams again. - In other words let’s go, — Milante artistically rolled her eyes and, taking his hand, dragged him along. — There’s a cafe around the corner, they make great sandwiches and dessert. She said something else, but her words flew through Shigaraki’s ears. He obediently followed the girl, not understanding why. It was as if his legs themselves carried him forward. The chaos in his mind suddenly died down and absolute silence reigned in his head. Irritation and anger also suddenly disappeared somewhere. A strange lethargy and distant serenity enveloped him. His legs became a little weak and the body became heavier. But his head, on the contrary, was such clean and fresh. It was as if he had been rinsed in a washing machine and all the depressing thoughts had been dissapear away. “- …It’s weird… I kind of wanted to leave, but now can’t even resist. So quiet in my head…so calm… What did she do to me? In general…how wildly weird and crazy she is. Huh…she’s crazy in the head. Grab my hand and leading me somewhere… Wait, my hand? No one has ever taken my hand… Can I just touch it and it won’t disappear? Why is that? I want to know the reason… Hey, my legs can’t hold me up at all and tangling, I’m about going to fall! It look’s like she doesn’t seem to care 'bout it…” Blinking, Shigaraki shook off some strange confusion and began to walk normally. He was finally let go. -… Slowly Tomura lowered eyes and looked at his palm in the girl’s palm with an unreadable gaze. For some reason he was visited by a vague feeling of dejà vu.

***

Meanwhile, Milante actually led him into a small comfortable cafe and plopped down at a table. Tomura looked around, making sure there were no people around, and sat down opposite girl. There was a tense silence again. - Choose what you want, — Milante broke the silence, busily picking up the menu. — Oh, they have seasonal drinks. Do you want? - No, — responded Shigaraki. — I’m sick of your kindness and everything here looks VERY suspicious… Do you want to poison me? - Hm-m-m, nope. I noticed that your stomach was growling from hunger, so decide suggested have a snack, — Milante shrugged her shoulders calmly. — If you don’t want to, I won’t pull your sleeves. You always can refuse, I’ll save money. - Then I definitely won’t refuse, — Tomura smiled mockingly. — Make your wallet narrower, you probably won’t become poorless. He-he. - It depends on what you order, — Milante looked at him with a poker face. — And then don’t forget to thank me. - Oh, I can even say “thank you” in advance, — Shigaraki still mockingly put his hand to his chest in the area of ​​his heart, smiling contemptuously. — Here’s my “sincere” gratitude to you. You can sleep with a clear conscience, today I’ll not die of hunger. Cool, right? - Well, that’s wonderful, — Milante smiled tightly. — It’s always nice to hear sincere gratitude from others. I’m not often spoiled with this. - So you are still Mother Teresa of the local variety? — Tomura looked at her from under his brows, leaning on the table. — Disgusting… Your ostentatious kindness makes me sick. And you are too. - Then the door is over there, — girl indifferently pointed her finger towards the exit from the cafe. — If you feel so unbearable, you can get out. Just save my time, I’m a busy woman. - Huh? There’s no need to pretend to be a victim here, — Shigaraki grimaced. — Only you offered me to go with you. If I wanted to, would have left before you had time to think about it. After all, I want to eat properly, — he added listlessly, lowering his head into his hands. — Ugh-h….everything is floats before my eyes… - Don’t you have any money? — asked Milanthe, watching him closely from behind the menu. — I tho in such sects the money is usually kept by the bosses. - A? — Tomura raised his head and gave her a picturesque look. — Money tends to run out, if you didn’t know. And we don’t have a sponsor, unfortunately, — he added. “- Seems that she is one of the compassionate ones and I can press for pity. I’ll put on this performance, posing as a homeless person, I wonder if this girl maybe also offer me money?” - So you’re homeless, — Milante made a sad verdict, making an order to the waiter. — Very sad, but what should you do? Hold on. - Definitely, — Shigaraki chuckled darkly, amused by the situation, pointing his finger at the menu to the waiter, while keeping his finger on the pulse if he recognized him. — Would you like to become my sponsor, hah? I see you have some money. - Because I kind of work, I’m a freelancer. Make all sorts of different designs and projects, — Milante responded, resting her cheek on her hand. — If you ever have your own home, call me, I’ll give you a discount out of the kindness of my heart. I have a soft spot for people with low social responsibility. - Aha-ha-ha-ha! — Tomura laughed out loud. — Okay, got it! I hope it was a joke? - Who knows, — the girl chuckled mysteriously. — In this world everything is possible to happen. After these words, Shigaraki stopped laughing and looked at her with a strange look. - Stop talking about nothing. Tell me everything about your power, — he said gloomily. — Why didn’t you decay as soon as I touched you? - The answer will be short. I am Death, — Milante answered seriously. — Many quirks are useless against me, especially those that are based on damage. The end. -… Tomura glared at her for a couple of seconds, then frowned. - You decided to mocking me, right…? Then I am War, the second horseman of the Apocalypse. Like nice to meet ya, bro. - It’s true. And your reaction was very predictable, — Milante shrugged her shoulders calmly. — I am a kind of imba in this world of mobs, if we speak in gaming language. I have a ton of mana and incredible HP. Defense, skills and equip are also at their best in all respects. - A lot of mana and incredible HP? — Tomura’s eyes suddenly sparkled with interest. — And you just talk about it like that? “- She’s a complete freak, I see. She’s making some kind of nonsense. Death? It’s unreal… Death shouldn’t look like that at all, let’s start with this. I’ve seen it in games. Where then is her damn death scythe and black robe? This girl is blatantly a big troll.” He thought for a second, deciding to play along with her. - If you’re an imba, then let’s take Allmight for example, — the guy said slowly, leaning back in his chair. — He’s also an imba. If you compare yourself to this piece of shit, how different are your stats? It’ll be more understandable to me this way. - Hm-m, — Milante thought. — Need to think. Then let’s take Allmight’s stats… She took a pen from the waiter who returned with their order and wrote on a napkin: Strength — 6/5 Speed ​​- 6/5 Technique — 6/5 Intelligence — 6/5 Cooperativeness — 6/5 - All S+, — Shigaraki began to itching irritably. — I already know that, write your own! Just hurry up, I want to eat, they’ve already brought food… Milante raised her eyes and stared at him with a strange look. - My stats are quite different from the stats of the Symbol of Peace, — she slowly circled what was written and grinned. — Perhaps I won’t shock you and will leave this information to myself, heh. Bon appetit. With these words, she calmly began her meal. - Are you kidding me?!… — Tomura hissed angrily, glaring at her. — Decided to beat me? It won’t work, I’ll find out everything 'bout you by myself. You threw a bait and now decided to play the silent game? If I can’t decay you into powder, then I will destroy what is dear to you and you will immediately hand over all the information 'bout yourself! - No one can destroy what is dear to me, — Milanthe responded with a slight and strange smile on her face. — Do you know why? - Go on. - Because the most precious things are kept in my heart, — girl lightly hit herself on the chest with her fist. — And no one has access there except myself. Therefore, I am truly free now. - Huh? — Shigaraki’s face reflected misunderstanding. — Don’t you have a damn family, friends or at least an animal? There must be something more real than all this nonsense about the heart. What a pity, I don’t have access to it, — he added ominously under his breath. — For now… - I have my cats, they are my family, — Milante smiled widely. — I hope you won’t offend them, they didn’t do anything bad. Do you like animals? After her question there was deathly silence. “- Cats…? She’s serious, right?” - …Me? — Tomura’s face suddenly took on a pained look, he suddenly wildly wanted to run far away from this strange girl. — I hate everything can breathes. - “Hate everything can breathes”? — Milante arched her eyebrow skeptically. — Then, based on your logic, you hate yourself too, it’s obviously. Tomura shuddered and frozen. — …"Hate myself…”? — he repeated detachedly. — Well, yeah, it is… I said before that hate absolutely everything… Again a long silence hung in the air. Milante looked intently at guy, thinking about something. Shigaraki fell silent and, having removed “Father” from his face, silently ate food, wiping his mouth with sleeve, and noisily washed food down with a cola. - Here, — a wad of money suddenly appeared in front of Tomura’s nose. — I happened to have some extra ones lying around, and was just looking for someone to give them to. You are lucky today. -… Shigaraki silently raised his eyes and stared at the money. Then, just as silently, he took them and began to count money. - 35 400? * — he whistled. — Wow! Not bad. And in honor of what? *(near 238 $) - Share with your friends, — Milante responded, sipping some kind of non-alcoholic cocktail. — There should be enough for food. Tomura stared at her incredulously, but remained silent. “- Incredible… She really gave them to me.” - It won’t be superfluous, — he hid the money in his pants pocket. — Do I need to thank you again? - Can do without it. You’ll just return me the favor one day, — girl chuckled. - Don’t want to, so better to say it right away, — Shigaraki grimaced. — Thank you. Are you happy? Helped the villains not to die of hunger, what a great guy you’re. Are you proud of yourself? - Yes, I’m proud, — Milante looked at him as if he were a fool. — Finish your food properly, I don’t like when it’s thrown away. - I haven’t finished eating yet, — Tomura greedily stuffed the sandwich into himself, eating some fries. Milante involuntarily burst out laughing. But Shigaraki suddenly froze and stared at one point, raising his hand with food to his face. “- I noticed that have stopped itching, although I am angry. Why? What the hell…?” When he came to his senses, he surreptitiously glanced at Milante, who was chewing some dessert with appetite. His red eyes narrowed, glowing an ominous light. “- Yeah, she’s weird… Out of touch, a real freak. I definitely don’t like her. She has no logic… Chain of events: I came to kill her — I couldn’t — She apparently didn’t care about it — She didn’t show fear, it’s infuriating — She took me to a cafe and is now sitting in front of me with a calm face and also gave me money. Huh-h…? Am I missing something in this life? Did I really missed something important?” Tomura suddenly laughed out loud. Milante looked at him with one eye and reached for napkins. - A-ha-ha-ha-ha!! What are you, anyway? What are you doing? I am the most dangerous and wanted villain in Japan, and you decided to be nice to me? Are you really crazy? You’re having a nice little conversation with me here and not giving a damn! What’s wrong with you, huh? What reality do you live in anyway? — Shigaraki exclaimed, laughing like crazy. Milante waited for his hysteria to end and silently took the cellphone out of her pocket. - Hey! Are you even listening to me? — noticing this, Shigaraki’s eyes became bloodshot with anger. — Put it back and don’t you dare ignore me, little… - They write to me about work, quietly, — Milante responded calmly, typing a message into the chat. — Just wait a minute. -… Tomura’s face was distorted by a grimace of hatred, his eyes darkened. She ignored him and looked down on him. Again. - Hey… I said, put your cellphone back, quickly, — he squeezed out, suddenly leaning on the table and painfully grabbing the girl’s hand. — I’ll kill you now, bastard…!! - I wonder how you do this, if your quirk is powerless against me? — Milanthe asked calmly, raising her eyes and not reacting in any way to his action. - Do you really think I can’t kill you in any other way? — Shigaraki hissed, suddenly grabbing her by the neck and squeezing her throat. — You screwed up and now you’ll definitely die! I’ll break your f*ckin' neck and kick your head like a soccer ball… Milante’s face suddenly contorted at his last sentence. Her hand quickly grabbed Shigaraki’s hand with such force that his bones cracked. -?!.. Tomura’s eyes widened in amazement. - SHUT UP, — Milante said coldly, piercing him with a gloomy look from under her brows; her eyes blazed with an ominous wild fire. — Don’t you dare utter threats with your f*ckin' mouth that you will never be able to carry out, you little sucker. You will never be able to kill me! One movement — and she sharply twisted his arm, grabbed Shigaraki by the hood of his sweatshirt and threw him to the floor. The guy screamed in surprise and pain, and hit the back of his head hard against the tile, falling flat on his back. Everything happened in a matter of seconds, his reaction didn’t even have time to work. - Hey, — Milante didn’t let him come to his senses and already found herself sitting on top of Tomura, holding him by the collar of his sweatshirt. Her face darkened and had an unclear meaning, but it was blatant, she was very angry right now. — What do you think is the most terrible thing I’ve seen in my life, huh? Answer. Milante shook Tomura vigorously by the chest, bringing her face threateningly closer to his. Shigaraki winced in pain and hissed. But seeing the girl’s ominous gaze, he involuntarily twitched, trying to move away. Having grabbed the “Father” which had fallen to the floor from their scuffle, he quickly put it on his face, hiding from Milante, which allowed Tomura to instantly pull himself together. - You, little brat… — Shigaraki clenched his teeth and reached out his hand in disgust, also roughly grabbing her by the collar of her sweatshirt. — Let me go quickly or you will definitely die!.. - No, — Milante suddenly threw “Father” off his face in one movement and smiled gloomily. — Answer my question, I won’t let you go, asshole. Who are you without your past? Why are you his slave? You cling to it so much as if there were some treasures stored there. You are a sick, Tomura. Yes, you’re sick and you need good punching therapy to knock all this shit out of you head, as well as long, long psychotherapeutic conversations. How much crap and anger has accumulated in you… I can’t leave it like that. Now I have take you on, whether you like it or not. I’m sure, I can help someone like you. After all, once upon a time I was like that too. Ah…what an unpleasant nostalgia. Well, why are you silent and killing me with your gaze? Do you hate me? Right. That’s how it should be. Then hate me even more, because I won’t hate you never. -?!! Shigaraki frozen and stared at her with wide eyes. His heart was pounding in chest like crazy. Then he slowly turned head towards “Father”. - Father… Panic appeared in Shigaraki’s eyes, he reached for “Father”, trying to get it and attach it back to his face. Although Milante looked fragile, for some reason now her body weight has become many times greater. Tomura found it difficult to breathe, his chest began to burst at the seams under of her weight, he could hardly take a breath. “- Can’t move…!” That girl, it turns out, was incredibly strong physically. And her eyes suppressed him in every sense, as if subordinating his will. Shigaraki was seized by a wild, chilling horror. Now he wanted to run as far away from her and her fucking eyes as possible. He felt threatened and in danger. Not so much physical, but as moral. - How…how… No…it shouldn’t be like this… I…I… — Shigaraki muttered feverishly, unsuccessfully trying to reach “Father”. He was shaking with chills and his teeth were chattering, knocking against each other. — Father…she shouldn’t have done this… I’m sorry!.. I’m cold…terribly cold….Ugh-h…. -… Milante’s gaze became strange: pity for this guy flashed through him. Not contempt, but pity. Now Tomura looked like some kind of embryo that was looking for his mother and got lost in a big scary world. A world of his own illusions and regrets… Having let go Shigaraki, Milante indifferently stood up and took “Father” in her hands, almost right in front of the guy’s very nose. - This hand doesn’t even belong to your real father, — she winced with contempt. — Although, he really was such a peace of shit… All things that happened — is not your fault. -?… Shigaraki so froze with his arm outstretched and eyes bulging. Milante silently stuck “Father” on his face, threw the money on the table and left the cafe. -… Fortunately, there were no visitors now. Nobody saw their fight. Feeling the presence of “Father” on his face again, a dull strangled sigh of relief escaped from Shigaraki’s chest. He sucked in a noisy breath, breathing heavily and hoarsely. Sweat was pouring off him and his eyes were blurry. He felt very nauseous, covered his mouth with hand to keep from vomiting. - This damn girl… — Tomura croaked, his gaze filled with fierce hatred. — I will definitely kill her!!!..

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Open up my box and pull the string Am I just a musical machine for ransom? I will only listen if you scream Lose your voice for me and I will sing your anthem

Living in fear, living afraid Hysterical every day All because I let your poison paralyze me

So tell me who’s in control I’m confused, I don’t know Tell me who’s in control now So tell me who’s in control

Is it you? I don’t know Tell me who’s in control now My life is yours to hold

So tell me who’s in control

But this wasn’t what I signed up for Spending more stress than I can afford, and then some Killing me with almost no remorse Feeling back to when I just ignore your presence

Living in fear, living afraid Hysterical every day All because I let your poison paralyze me

So tell me who’s in control I’m confused, I don’t know Tell me who’s in control now So tell me who’s in control

Is it you? I don’t know Tell me who’s in control now My life is yours to hold

Open up my box and pull the string Am I just a musical machine for ransom?

Living in fear, living afraid Hysterical every day All because I let your poison paralyze me

So tell me who’s in control I’m confused, I don’t know

Tell me who’s in control now So tell me who’s in control Is it you? I don’t know Tell me who’s in control now My life is yours to hold

Tell me So tell me who’s in control now My life is yours to hold So tell me who’s in control now My life is yours to hold…