Butterfly Soup

The next day Milante showed up at the League’s hideout exactly at 12 pm. When she came the bar, Tomura looked away from game and put console on the tabletop. - Yo, — he lazily waved hand at girl. — Did you bring an energy drink for me? - Hi. Yeah, but usually people ask how others are doing, when they say “yo”, — Milante came up and with a poker face stuck a can in his hand. - I’m not interested in knowing how anyone is doing, — Shigaraki looked at her with an indifferent look, taking energy drink. — No one is interested in mine either, that’s ok. No one cares about each other. We are the villains. - How're you doing? — girl suddenly asked, looking at him point-blank. — How d’you feel after what happened recently? -… Tomura blinked in confusion. - Eh…well, I’m better now, as you can see, — he scratched the back of his head. — And things don’t seem to suck that bad. - Glad to hear, — Milante smiled radiantly at him and sat down on a chair. For some reason Shigaraki felt awkward from this show of friendliness, he quickly opened energy drink and sucked on the can, turning away. - Oh, Aragon-san good afternoon, — Kurogiri, who returned from the kitchen, greeted girl. — How’re you doing? - It’s ok, how’re you, Mr. Butler? — Milante turned to him. - Um… I’m fine. Thank you for asking, it’s so unusual for me to hear things like this, — Kurogiri nodded in confusion. — Shigaraki Tomura has been waiting for you for a long time, he woke up terribly early today, at 8 am. This is weird, considering that he usually wakes up only afternoon. He must have been nervous before meeting you. -?! Suddenly there was a Tomura’s cough from behind, who was choked on. Clearing the throat, he stared at the Kurogiri with a murderous gaze. -… Milante looked at him and burst into a mysterious smile from ear to ear. Catching her glance, Shigaraki became embarrassed and, getting up from the chair, walked towards the exit. - …I’ll change clothes and we go somewhere to have fun with you, so be it, — he said at the door. — I talking 'bout you, white dwarf. Milante rolled her eyes and snorted: - Ok, Mr. Shaggy Ass. Kurogiri followed Tomura with his glance and looked at girl. - Aragon-san, please tell me, you don’t want to harm Shigaraki Tomura, do you? — he suddenly asked. - M? Why should I harm him? — Milante raised her eyebrows questioningly. - Shigaraki has a hard personality, he has absolutely no skills to interact with other people and he is also terribly selfish and rude, — Kurogiri said, sighing heavily. — That’s why I worried you won’t harm him in a fit of anger. Although I see you really have angelic patience. And to tell the truth…Shigaraki is genuinely interested in you. I’m glad that for the first time he became interested in a real person in this way, especially a girl. Therefore, I wouldn’t want your relationship to deteriorate, since you have just met. - Don’t worry about it. I’m interested in him too, — Milante smiled widely, shaking her leg. — Tomura is really a very interesting person and I see that he is not as terrible as people say 'bout him. It’s just no one was able or willing to get close to him and find the right approach. Even if this guy is a walking treasure trove of flaws, that doesn’t mean he’s some kind of monster. Even if he is a villain, he is still human and he has his own reasons for acting this way and hating heroes. I see the real him. Therefore, I’m not going to leave him. I want to help him believe in himself. After all…once upon a time someone believed in me in the same way and I was able to change. And since even I could do it, then Tomura can do it even more. I’m sure about it. -… Kurogiri stared at her in shock. - Aragon-san… Did you really see all that things in Shigaraki, knowing him for only a few days at most? — he asked. — Even despite the fact that he wanted to kill you so sincerely and hated you before that?.. - Or maybe it wasn’t hatred at all, hm? — Milante chuckled mysteriously, closing her eyes. — What if he just liked me at first sight and his late hormones began to play inside? People sometimes get confused about their emotions and feelings, mistake one thing for another. Tomura has very little knowledge about himself, so it’s unlikely that he engaged in deep introspection and reflection before this, heh. Love and hate always walk side by side, hand in hand. And from one to the other the distance is just a stone’s throw. - D’you really want to say that Shigaraki…fell in love with you at first sight?! — Kurogiri’s foggy jaw dropped. - I didn’t say that, — girl looked at him with a poker face. — It’s just a guess. Sometimes I think strangely, but that doesn’t mean my theories aren’t true. If he stopped hating me so quickly, this may well turn out to be true. Although… She fell silent, thoughtful. Kurogiri was also silent in confusion. - I’m ready, let’s go, — Tomura suddenly appeared on the threshold. Milante woke up and, getting up from chair, walked up to young man. Stopping right in front of the guy’s nose, she looked thoughtfully into his eyes. Shigaraki also stared down at her. There was silence. - What are you staring at? — Tomura finally muttered, scratching his neck. — Is there something wrong with my face? - No, — Milante smiled slightly and walked past him. — There’s nothing wrong with your face. -… Tomura looked at girl some strangely and followed her.

***

” — Some unknown frontier, beyond the shining light. The domain beyond the singularity. How does on arrive there?! How did this girl manage to achieve something so transcendental? Who created it and why? Death…faceless Death. She lies when she claims to be Death incarnate. She is more than all of this. Where is this line that she crossed? How can I find it? Milante Aragon, you have to give me an answer. Having studied you, I’ll find out the answers to all my questions that I have been asking for so many years. Find out your source of origin, find out the potential of your true power, understand your motives, goals and desires… Oh, truly this will be the greatest of all my experiments! I can’t wait for Tomura to bring you to me!” All For One’s mouth grinned, revealing his teeth. The image of Milante and Tomura from a hidden cam in the hideout paused on the PC’s monitor.

***

Already walking along the street, Shigaraki was lost in his thoughts, constantly looking at the back of Milante’s head. When they passed by some shop, the girl suddenly stopped, looking at her reflection in the window. Tomura stood next to her, raising his eyes. “- What is she doing? Why the hell does she need a building supplies store?” - You and me like Darkness and Light, right? — Milante suddenly said, looking at their reflection in the shop window. - Darkness will absorb the light, — Shigaraki smiled wryly and stood behind, almost right next to her. — It’s obvious. - Not a fact, — Milante looked into his eyes in the reflection of the shop window. — My Light is too bright and dazzling, so there is enough to pull you out of the embrace of darkness. Take my word for it. -… The grin faded from Tomura’s face. He turned around and silently walked forward. - I want coffee, — Milante was already next to him. — Will you? - Yes, — guy answered briefly. Looking around, girl noticed a drink machine nearby around the corner and approached it. Lost in thought, she ran her eyes over the assortment. - This one, — Shigaraki’s hand suddenly pointed his finger at the drink machine. — It’s the least shitty. Milante looked at him silently and put money into the machine. - Here, — taking the can, she handed it to the guy. Tomura nodded, opened the can and began to drink. Milante followed suit. There was silence. - …Why d’you need all this? — Shigaraki finally asked gloomily. — Why don’t you look at me with disgust like everyone else and aren’t afraid? - Hm? — Milante looked up from coffee and looked at him questioningly. — Why should you disgust me? - For example because of this, — Tomura closed all five fingers on the can and it crumbled into dust. — Doesn’t it scare you? What if one day Decay will affect you too? Aren’t you scared by this? - Nope, — girl shrugged. — Even if it did work, regeneration would quickly restore my body. Don’t sweat it. You can’t kill me so easily. -… Turning his head, Shigaraki looked at Milante with a very strange, deep glance in which not entirely clear emotions were visible. - Huh…you really are crazy, — he chuckled quietly, closing his eyes. — Either way, I don’t want to hurt you. Don’t know why, but I don’t need this anymore. Otherwise, I’ll be completely bored if you suddenly disappear. - I know. You’ll miss me anyway, — Milante laughed, slapping him on the back. — I won’t leave you alone, keep that in mind. I’ll get you out of the ground, literally. - Exactly, stalker, — Tomura looked at her with a poker face. — It sounds creepy, stop being so weird. He shook his head and squatted down, squinting in the bright sun. - Hey, Tomura, — Milante leaned her elbows on his back. — What’s your favourite colour? - Huh? Color? — Shigaraki turned around in confusion. — Well…I don’t know. Let it be black and red. And what? - It was a psychological test, — girl chuckled. - What is the result? — guy arched an eyebrow. - Like this, — Milante leaned closer to his face, squinting slyly. — You’re an aggressive outsider, who hides his emotions inside, heh. - Bah. This is obvious information, — Tomura rolled his eyes, turning away. — Stupid test. Let’s go next. - Oh, you seem interested in this, — Milante smiled. — Then the next test: cats or dogs? - Dogs, — Shigaraki responded indifferently, resting his cheek on his hand. — And do you like cats? - Yeah. The answer is counted. Another question: burger or fries? - Burger. - Fries. Next: summer or winter? - Autumn. - It wasn’t on the list. (-_-) - I broke the system, — Tomura grinned. — Summer. - Spring. Next: converses or sneakers? - Hm-m. Doesn’t matter. - Sneakers. Next: sex or money? - …Money, — Shigaraki looked at her suspiciously. - Likewise. Although…hm-m no, I choose both. Next: tea or coffee? - Coffee. You too, apparently. - Yeah. Further… - Too many questions, — Tomura suddenly covered her mouth with his hand without looking. — Stop. I’m already tired of it. - OK, — removing his hand, Milante shrugged. — Then come up with something. - Are we like children? — guy rolled his eyes. — Let’s go to the sandbox and make some Easter cakes? - Let’s go! — Milante enthusiastically grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and dragged him somewhere. — Good idea. - Huh? I was joking actually! — Tomura kicked indignantly and slipped out of her grip. — Don’t take my every word so seriously, dumb. - It’s a pity, I would have dig around in the sand, — Milante said. — Would remember my childhood, eh. - Like cat in the toilet? — Shigaraki bared his teeth and mockingly patted her on the head. — You’ll poop and bury it behind you, right? Neat girl, well done. Girl looked at him with a poker face, then suddenly grabbed his hand and bit it. With a groan, Tomura quickly pulled back his hand. - Holy shit, you’re also furious! — he made a face and moved away from her. — Don’t come to me, stay away. Milante looked at him indifferently and walked forward, throwing the coffee can into the trash. Tomura looked at girl for a long time and followed. - Can you play basketball? — Milante suddenly asked. - No. With my quirk only play basketball not enough, — Shigaraki muttered, putting his hands in pants pockets. - What if we get you special gloves to hold back your quirk? You could wear it during the game, — girl looked at him intently. - Too hemorrhagic. Firstly, I don’t know how to play basketball and secondly I’m not interested in it, — guy waved his hand. - Hm-m…what a pity. Milante took a long look at the basketball court they passed by. Tomura slowed down. - What, d’you want to play so badly? — he asked, noticing her gaze. — I can try, but if the ball turns to dust, it’s not my problem. - Let’s at least try, — Milante tugged at his sweatshirt sleeve. — What if it works out? - What should I do with you. If refuse, you’ll eat my whole brain without a spoon, — Shigaraki picturesquely rolled his eyes and trudged to the court. — Let’s go, beetle. Milante immediately smiled widely and followed him.

***

- Does that mean I just have to hit the hoop? - Yeah. A hit counts as a point. Something like that. Milante twirled the ball on her index finger and, picking it up, threw it from the far corner into the hoop. - A point for you, — Tomura said, sitting his ass on another ball on the floor. — Now it’s my turn. Getting up from the ball, he carefully picked it up and looked thoughtfully at the hoop. - No, all five fingers are needed here, — Tomura finally said with a poker face. — Even come hell or high water, it doesn’t work. I told you it was stupid. Milante tsked and rolled her eyes. - Forget. Can you play football? — she muttered, hitting the ball on the floor. - Yeah, in theory. But I don’t know how, — Shigaraki shrugged. — Let’s play virtual football, huh? Like FIFA. There I’ll give you bitchslap. Video games are also a sport, there are even official eSports competitions, where cool prizes are awarded. - And did you win anything? — Milante raised her eyebrows. - I didn’t take a part, — Tomura threw the ball somewhere to the side. — Come on, come up with something more interesting, otherwise I’ll turn sour from boredom. Ugh… He yawned long, scratching his neck. Shigaraki himself didn’t know why he even wanted to go somewhere today and even woke up so early. - Am I a generator of ideas for you? — Milante snorted, nudging him with her shoulder. — Can you come up with it yourself? - Guess I can, — responded sluggishly Tomura, slowly, but lightly pressing his fist into her face. — Oh I have an brilliant idea. Let’s go back to the hideout and play a video game? - Argh! Besides video games, is there anything else that interests you in this life or not? — girl screamed, giving him a kick ass. — You got under my skin! Damn vegetable. - Back at you, — Tomura muttered dissatisfiedly, picking his finger in ear. — Enough to yell, damn siren… There was silence. Milante plopped down exhaustedly on the floor and spread her arms to the sides. - Why did you lie down? Wanna me to step on you? — Shigaraki chuckled, raising his leg above her. - Try and you’ll fall next to me, but unconscious, — girl responded gloomily, piercing him with her eyes. - Eh? You’re kind of angry today, — Tomura squatted down, poking finger in her with a poker-faced. — No mood? - Something like that… — Milante closed her eyes. Shigaraki looked at her for a couple of seconds, then plopped down next to her. There was silence again. They just lay silently and watched the clouds float in the sky. - That cloud looks like Kurogiri, — Tomura suddenly said, pointing his finger at the sky. - They all look like him, for that matter, — Milante involuntarily snorted. — Yeah. A giggle came from the side. Girl was about to say something, when suddenly a basketball flew into her face. -… Reacting and hitting it with elbow, Milante looked around in bewilderment. - Hey you! Get off our court! — a group of kids approached them. - It’s not yours, you little cooter stretchers, — Milante growled, throwing the ball at them. — Once again I see such a prank — and your faces will look like minced meat, get it? Tomura glanced at her warily. “- Today she’s suspiciously angry. For some reason I feel pressure and my ass squeezing… I need to distract her, otherwise she’ll be mad at me too”. Kids ran away screaming, dodging the ball. But it still hit the target — the main one was hit into the face. Boy gasped and fell. - Hey! Boss, are you okay? — another one ran up to him, viciously stared at Milante. — You, white-haired witch! What the hell did you do to our boss?! - He was the one, who threw the ball in me, — Milante responded, calmly laying back down. — So karma has arrived. Get out of here, you little thing, don’t you see the adults are chilling. - Ugh… Suck it! We’re not leaving here! — their “boss” yelled, jumping to his feet. - Milante, let’s get out, — Tomura suddenly said, rising to his feet. — Are you going to argue with these little idiots? - Why do I need to argue with them, — Milante muttered, jumping to her feet, hunched over and walking towards the exit. — Let’s go. Shigaraki looked at the children indifferently and followed her.

***

- They spoiled the mood, little idiots. - Forget, these are f*cking children. They piss everyone off. - There are normal children, and then there is THIS. It’s a shame that humanity is going to hell with such a heritage and future. - Phew, well said. I think I’ll even write down this phrase. Tomura and Milante were already sitting somewhere in an abandoned factory, building a long path out of dominoes (girl bought it on the way here). - Pam, — Shigaraki suddenly snapped his fingers and dominoes fell on top of each other. — Checkmate. - This is a domino, — Milante looked at him with a poker face. — D'you know how to play chess? - Nope, only checkers, — Tomura responded, watching the last domino fall from the box. — And you? - I can. But love shogi more, it’s for strategists. - You’re a real brain. Props, you’re a girl and you’re interested in such unfeminine things, — guy grinned, looking up. — You broke the system, ha! You break the rules to hell, that’s so freacking cool. This is natural innovation and a revolution in the consciousness of society. - D’you know how hard to live with such thinking? — Milante chuckled, leaning her back against the iron beam. — But I’m not complaining. I’m already used to it. - Because they all think you’re crazy? It’s okay, — Tomura rose to his feet and approached her. — But I don’t think so. You’re a cool girl, to be honest. Milante smiled widely. Shigaraki stepped even closer to her and suddenly squeezed the girl between him and the beam, staring into her eyes. - You don’t annoy me so much anymore, — he smiled strangely, tilting his head to the side and narrowing his eyes. — Don’t know why, but now every time I see you, my mood immediately lifts, ha-ha. This is weird… - Oh my. This is good. I’m glad, — girl let out a laugh. - Yeah, I’m glad too, — Tomura suddenly thoughtfully ran his fingers over her cheek. — Hm-m…stay like this, I want to take a better look at you. He ran his eyes over her face. There was silence. Milante finally couldn’t bear it anymore: - Well, will you look at me for a long time? Am I a museum piece to you? - No, you’re better than this shit, — Shigaraki moved away from her. — You have beautiful facial features, correct. And the skin is even and smooth. Not like mine, — he added indifferently. - It’s ok. You just have pale, dry skin and bruises under the eyes from lack of sleep, — Milante shrugged her shoulders calmly. — That’s not fatal. -… Hearing this, Tomura stared at her in disbelief, his eyes burning. “- And you didn’t see anything else weird on my face? Are you pretending or d’you really not care about this?” He thought and walked away from the girl. - So, my face doesn’t scare you? And doesn’t it cause nausea? — Shigaraki asked after a couple of minutes of silence. - Absolutely no, — Milante responded, climbing onto the box and looking out of the small window near the ceiling onto the street. Tomura looked thoughtfully at her back, but remained silent. Suddenly some loud voices came from behind. Tomura tensed and turned around: a company of gangsters was approaching them. - O-ops! What are you forgetting here, huh? — noticing them, the leader grimaced and came closer. — Get out schoolboy, have sex with your chick somewhere else, get it? Shigaraki looked at him darkly from under his brows. - Ugh…wait, leader! I saw him on the news! — another one suddenly screamed. — It’s a sick handy bastard from the League of Villains! - Wow, we caught a big fish, huh? — the leader bared his teeth, cracked his fingers and neck threateningly. — Then we’ll kill him here quietly and have a lot of fun with his babe, he-he! He roughly grabbed Tomura by the collar of his hoodie. - Oh, d’you want to kill me? But will it be possible? — Shigaraki smiled wryly and lowered his entire palm onto the leader’s hand. - Wha…?! After a couple of seconds all that was left was a pile of ashes. Tomura turned to face the gang and slowly walking towards them. With cries of fear and rage, gangsters suddenly took out pistols and opened fire. - Tch…crap! — Shigaraki quickly hid behind a box. — I didn’t think they would have guns. Looking up, he didn’t notice Milante upstairs. Looking around, Tomura involuntarily froze: girl was already in the thick of the crowd. Deftly maneuvering among the bullets, Milante with unimaginable speed distributed kicks to the entire crowd, wherever they had to (at the most painful and vulnerable points) and landed right in front of the nose of the astonished Shigaraki. The whole maneuver took her about 10 seconds. Proudly tossing her hair, Milante calmly straightened her sport suit and turned to Tomura. - Let’s go to another place, — she extended her hand to him, chuckling. -… Shigaraki stared at her palm in confusion. “- …Back then…if only someone, anyone reached out to help…” Startled, Tomura raised his head and looked Milante in the eyes: girl tilted her head to the side questioningly. Carefully extending his hand, Shigaraki finally squeezed her palm tightly and crawled out from behind the box. Milante give him soft smile and led guy to the exit of the factory. Tomura followed her, feverishly squeezing her hand. Mixed emotions were reflected on his face and the guy pursed his lips nervously, thinking about something. Noticing this, Milante squeezed his palm encouragingly with hers, without slowing down. Tomura shuddered again and turned his head in her direction: girl was looking straight ahead, her glance was calm and firm. She knew where she leading him. - …Why did you do this? — Shigaraki asked quietly, already looking at his feet. - What exactly? - Hand…give your hand to me, — Tomura began to scratch his neck. — For what? - Just wanted to. In order to lead you somewhere and you don’t get lost along the way, I need to hold your hand, — Milante explained with a poker face. — Is it logical? Shigaraki looked at her in surprise, but remained silent. “- Still, she is weird… And her explanations are weird”. Lowering his eyes, he looked at their joined palms. -… Tomura’s cheeks turned red. He only now realized that for the first time in his life someone was holding his hand so tightly, especially a girl. The guy start scratching himself nervously even more, but didn’t pull his hand away. - Enough to itch, — Milante suddenly grumbled. — Calm down. Tomura stared at her with round eyes. After her words the scabies suddenly stopped. - Magic… — he muttered in deep confusion. — How it works? Does she now rules over my scabies….? Shaking his head, Shigaraki fell silent for a long time and glitching.

***

Having dragged Tomura to some closed beach, Milante let go of his hand and plopped down on the sand at the water’s edge. - Se-e-ea, — she said, throwing her hands behind the head. — I rarely go to the beach, need to fix the situation. - I’ve never swam in my life, — Shigaraki said, sitting down next to her. — There wasn’t even a wish… He fell silent and stared at Milante with a strange glance. “- But I would see her in a swimsuit. It’s even exiting…” His cheeks turned pink from such thoughts. Tomura quickly turned away, removing the hood from his head. There was an awkward silence. - …Hey, did you bring me here to keep quiet? — Shigaraki muttered irritably after 5 minutes. — I leave now. - Go away, — Milante responded indifferently, admiring the sky. — Bye-bye. -… Tomura rolled his eyes and scolded her silently. - Back at you. - How d’you see damn it, your eyes are closed!! — Shigaraki screamed, starting to scratch himself angrily. — Tricky beetle… You’re infuriating! He start muttering something gloomy under his breath, gritting teeth. - I think you’re lying, — Milante suddenly said. - About what? The fact that you’re pissing me off? It’s truth, I swear, — Tomura leaned over her threateningly, piercing her with cracked eyes. - About the fact you hate everything in this world, — Milante opened her eyes. — There are things you like one way or another: video games, for example. Will you deny? - Yeah, I hate everything except video games, — Shigaraki nodded. — So I never lied. Actually…wait, are you going to dissuade me from this? — he made a terrible face and grabbed girl by the face with his hand. — Do I need to prove my hatred, huh?! Completely crazy, beetle? Milante only grunted in response and removed his hand. Tomura huffed in irritation and moved away from her. Sea’s breeze blew, bringing the smell of salt and freshness. Milante took a deep breath of air through her nose and smiled slightly. - D’you mean…you don’t hate anything or anyone at all? — asked Shigaraki, fell on the sand. — It doesn’t happen that way. - Well…maybe I still hate a couple of complete bastards, — girl’s mouth suddenly bared its teeth ominously. - Oh, you see, — Tomura chuckled contentedly. — What did they do to you? - Not to me, but to others. I hate them because of who they are at their core and what they do to other people. - Hm-m? If they didn’t do anything to you personally, why do you hate them so much? Because of someone? Are you upset for someone else? — guy frowned in confusion. — Nonsense. - So be it. I hate injustice and when they play with other people’s souls, — Milante’s glance became extremely hard and icy. — Hate, when someone gets hurt anyone just because of their sick whims. When someone strong offends those who are weaker. When someone mocks children and breaks their psyche, makes them victims of circumstances. Just hate asf sick bastards, who are incapable of anything more than mindless cruelty. And I hate human’s indifference. -… Tomura suddenly sat up and looked at her with a very strange glance. - Well…I understand you, — he said calmly. — You experienced all this bad things on your own skin, so there are no more questions. Looking at Milante for some more time, Shigaraki smiled slightly and poked her forehead with his finger. - It seems you and I are really similar, — he said. — So you’re able to understand my plans and dream. This is good, I’m glad about it. I feel, soon you can even become my teammate. “- Teammate? Sure?” Girl silently turned her glance to him. Tomura took her hand, examining palm and fingers. - Hm-m…your skin is soft here too, — he muttered thoughtfully, comparing their hands. — And why d’you have such small palms, like a child’s? Shigaraki placed her hand against his own, looking at the difference in the size of their hands. Milante watched him in slight surprise. - Pheh, fingers are so short, — Tomura bared his teeth, laughing. — Exactly dwarf, ha-ha! Milante with the poker face removed her hand and turned away from him. Shigaraki raised his eyebrows questioningly and looked into her face. - Did you fall asleep? Then I went, — he rose to his feet. There was silence in response. -? Tomura stared at Milante without blinking. Looking around, he pulled out cell from pocket and call Kurogiri. - Kurogiri, I’m on some wild beach now, teleport me back. I don’t know… Hey, beetle, what’s this place named? — Shigaraki poked Milante in the ass with his sneaker. - The burial place of Shigaraki Tomura, — girl grumbled, pushing his leg away. - Shigaraki Tomura’s burial place… Huh? Hey! — Tomura indignantly swung his foot at her. — I’m serious. - Beach ***. Shigaraki with a poker face told the black-mist-nanny his location and put the cell in pocket. - Is my burial place? — he bent over and leaned over Milante, grinning. — Funny, heh. And you’re a comedian, don’t you? - Yeah, sometimes I joke so people take it seriously. And vice versa, — girl gave him a picturesque glance. -… Tomura moved away from her with an unclear expression on his face. Milante sighed heavily and sat down on the sand, looking sadly into the sea. Shigaraki quietly watched her from afar. Rising wind tousled girl’s long, snow-white hair into beautiful waves, afternoon rays of the sun reflected softly on her tired lavender eyes, making them appear as if they were shining. -… Tomura’s eyes involuntarily sparkled at this sight. He stared at Milante in confusion, holding his breath and not blinking. - B-beautiful… — he muttered, scratching his cheek. — Damn, she really is beautiful… “- How would it be?” Milante turned around and caught Tomura’s gaze. He quickly looked away, becoming even more embarrassed. Girl smiled slightly and, rising to her feet, approached him. - It’s time to say goodbye for today, — Milante extended her hand to him. — See you one of these days, 'kay? - Ah…already? — Shigaraki looked at her hand in bewilderment. — I thought you had the whole day free today. - No, I have to go, — Milante laughed quietly. — Don’t be bored big boss, see you soon. -… Tomura scratched back of his head in confusion, but shook her outstretched hand. They silently looked into each other’s eyes for some time, then Milante disappeared into white smoke, leaving Shigaraki standing alone on the seashore. -… Tomura looked at his palm thoughtfully. - Shigaraki, I’m here, — a portal appeared nearby. — You are fast today. Something happened? - No. Milante has some business, — Tomura answered calmly, turning to him. — Let’s go home. Shigaraki stepping into the portal, looking back. “- I hate injustice and when they play with the other people’s souls…” - I hate it too, — Tomura said under his breath, disappearing into the tightening portal. — She understands me, it seems. And we’re even more similar, than I thought.

***

Red lines, blues lines you carry inside

The twain shall meet at the center of your heart

In a voice that withstands the wind

I’m bringing up the words to deliver

Time is a sleeper, wind the soft skin, the star is a cradle, people are a mirage

If this tear answers your question of why I’m crying

It’s not as close to the meaning of us finding each other

It’s the shout that this body alone will never be enough

Found a heart that trembles only when I touch your hand

How many meanings must we get over to be there?

Could be stupidity, could be ugliness, beyond what’s right, I want to hold hands with you

Precious memories I can’t recall

These are the thoughts that can’t be put into words

Maybe, just maybe

That’s all this heart is made of

Maybe, just maybe

It still beats your heart

Wanting you to “notice me”

If this tear answers your question of why I’m crying

It’s not as close to the meaning of us finding each other

It’s the shout that this body alone will never be enough

Found a heart that trembles only when I touch your hand

How many meanings must we get over to be there?

Could be stupidity, could be ugliness, beyond what’s right, I want to live with you…