III

                                    

                                          
Outlet Mall, Musutafu Japan—
I strip myself free of my fuzzy shorts, I rub the marks the rim made on my stomach as they become itchy. I stretch my arms above my head, my oversized black shirt moving up my thighs showing my black undergarment. I jump feeling hands slide around my hips slowly. I knew who it was right away just by the temperature of the hands. I lean back smiling. 
"You know friends don't do this." I said smart-alecky, he chuckles pulling away from me. 
"Who said that?" He humorously questions with a grin as he crosses his arms. 
"Uh friends?" I said in an 'obviously' tone; he rolls his eyes. I look away from him and sigh. He suddenly turned serious, this was a rare moment. Usually he's laid back and careless so right away I was worried. 
"What's up?" I ask, crossing my arms looking at him with concern. 
"What's going on with you? You've been weird since we brought you back." He asks, his eyes screamed that he was worried. I look down, biting my lip painfully thinking, debating with myself. I looked back up at him, his eyes racing over mine. 
"I- uh I saw my dad." I said shifting uncomfortably, he looked at me confused 
"What? Didn't we like...kill your dad?" He asks in a slow voice. Clearly confused.
 "Syme, my foster dad. He was the one who interrogated me." I said looking him in his eyes a comforting warmth to him, yet I still felt on edge. I looked down processing what I said for the first time since I got back. I sit down on my bed and cover my face with my hands. 
"Hey, hey doll it's okay." Dabi mumbles softly, kneeling and placing his hands on the sides of my thighs looking at me. 
"He knows what I did. He probably knows where I am." I groan loudly, angry at myself for letting my emotions get the better of me. 
"I should've gone back for him. Killed him, done something." He cut me off and lifted me face up to look him in the eyes, "Don't beat yourself up Aku, it's okay." I nod and let him drag me out of bed.
#
I sit on an island chair, hands laced together a distanced look on my face. 
"What's wrong with her." I heard Shigaraki ask, not even trying to be quiet. I look to the side with a bored look on my face as I watch Shigaraki making no attempt to be comforting, not surprisingly.
 Dabi looked over at me making eye contact. I shifted my eyes away from him and turned back around flopping against the island.
 "Ya wanna go out!?" Toga's enthusiastic voice startled me from my daze, she had her pretty hair done up —like she always did— as she hopped on her feet like an overly caffeinated child. 
"How would we do that, Toga?" I ask, glancing at the giddy blonde as she shifted from foot to foot unable to stay still, ever. 
"Masks!" she happily said I rolled my eyes but agreed to go.
#
I squint my eyes as Toga harshly dragged her eyeliner pen across my lid. She squealed, pulling away clapping, "You look so pretty I could eat you up!" 
She giggled before putting her own liner on. I rolled my eyes but stood up from her messy bed looking through her closet. 
"Do you have anything that's just black?" I ask amused at all the bright colours, she had great taste but bright colours washed me out.
 "Yeah! There's a really cute top in there!" She joyfully exclaimed, bouncing up and walking to my side scrolling through her brightly coloured clothes pulling out a fitted cropped black top.
 "Cute." I curtly mutter, throwing it onto her bed alongside the jeans I stole from her closet. I step over to her bed pulling off my shirt leaving me in miss-matched undergarments, I had a black bra on that was a size too small for me, a bit painful, and a pair of greyish-black panties.
 I puff out an exhale and untie the laces of the top, loosening it and slide it on, it fits tightly, since I was much more... well, more than Toga. I re-tie the laces in a bow-like manner. I pull the black distressed jeans on with some struggle. Toga laughing behind me as she pulls on her own pale pink top.
 "How do you have such a small body, holy shit—" I wheeze, buttoning the jeans I plop onto her bed, grabbing my white boots from the floor and pulling them onto my sock clad feet. Forgetting how to breathe as the jeans dug into my stomach.
#
I exhale sharply as I stepped out of Toga's room, which now reeked of perfume. I gag out loud and cough.
 "My god— you put so much on." I wheeze out, "My eyes! They fucking burn and I'm already blind in one eye I don't need to be in the other." I gasp, carefully wiping under my eyes. I glare at Dabi and Shigaraki as they both laugh. 
"What're you wearing?" He sniggered out looking me over; I do the same with myself. 
"What?" I poke my stomach chub that was somewhat noticeable, "I'm hot I don't know what the fuck you mean." I spit sassily as I smoothed out the sizes too small top before dropping the act reaching my hands out desperately,
 "I'm suffocating, help me—" I whine after my last statement, "I don't know why I agreed to do this!" I cry out as Toga bounces out of her room, her boots squeaking against the tile floors. 
"Let's go!" She chirps out holding both our masks.
 "Fuck, if I have to go those two bitches are too." I point at the two men behind us, Toga gasps excitedly.
 "Yes! Perfect!" She screeches out draping herself onto the two boys in a hug that they both looked amused but uncomfortable with. I cross my arms smirking in Dabi's direction.
#
"I can't believe I let you convince me to do this." Dabi mumbles, making me snicker in amusement as we walk along the sidewalk, his hood and mask hiding his scarred face and black spiked hair. I glance at him grinning in pure amusement. He looks down at me rolling his blue eyes,
 "You love me don't deny you aren't enjoying this." I taunt, bumping my hip into his thigh. 
"You're annoying." He mutters, sticking his hands into his jean pockets.
 "Oh, shut up you dweeb." I grumble back crossing my arms as he chuckles.
 "Dweeb? Really?" He amusedly asks,
"Yep." I say nodding in confirmation.
"Whatever." He mutters, his mask muffling his voice. He reachs his left hand out grabbing my right hand and re-sliding his hand into his pocket now having my hand with it. 
"Your hand is always so warm, it's weird." I playfully quip, to which he scoffs and immediately retaliates.
"Your hands always cold, that's weird." He snaps back just as playfully. 
"No, that's normal, unlike your overly heated self." I taunt, smiling as we walked into a mall Toga admiring all the shops.