10. Christ man! you're gonna tear your skin down

                                    

                                          
The next time Izuku went to the bar, Shigaraki grabbed him by  the arm and snapped at Kurogiri before dragging Izuku to the back door  and down some steps. It was the first time Izuku went anywhere else in  the building. He had been told that there was a basement, and he could  see from outside a few floors that were, apparently, not the league's.  Sensei had explained they wished to keep appearances and the bar was a  perfect cover, better even if people actually lived above without any  link to any of the members.  
 "It's time you learn how to properly play, and there is only so  much I can show you without my computer. I need a proper desktop and  you're going to sit down and appreciate the beauty of a proper video  game." He threw some doors open, revealing a room with a barely-made bed  and a desk with a nicely set PC on. The walls bore a few posters from  diverse video games, several rare from the pre-quirk era. 
 Izuku was pushed into the gamer chair, far more comfortable than  his own at home, and his friend slipped a controller in his hands. 
 "And you better stop calling me Shigaraki. I'd dust people for  touching this stuff. Now look at this. It came out in 2016 but it's  still beautiful." 
 "I- What?" Izuku was so confused. 
 "2016, focus, you can't already be lost." 
 "If I can't call you Shigaraki, what am I supposed to do? It's your name." 
 "Call me Tomura," he frowned and started scratching around his eyes. "I thought that was what friends did." 
 "It's not like I would know... But okay. Call me Izuku then. And for  god's sake please stop scratching your skin." He said, grabbing at his  wrist and moving it away. 
 "But it itches." 
 "Yes. Because you keep scratching. You can't dust yourself but  you're not helping either. Keep the scratching down, I'm working on a  lotion for you." 
 "You're what? What lotion? Why would I need lotion?" 
 "Your skin is drier than a desert. And the more you scratch, the  worse it gets. Sensei gave me the material for it. I- I wanted to help  you. I'm working on something to make your skin stop itching  constantly." 
 "So what, we're best friends now?" 
 "You're the one who wanted to use each other's first name!" 
 Shiga- Tomura humphed and went back to his screen, rubbing more  gently his skin like it was an unconscious gesture. It probably was. 
 "Fine. But you're not allowed to have any other friends." 
 "What?" He was stunned. "Did you miss the memo of you being the  first person who talked to me normally in 10 years? Do I look like I  have other friends?" 
 "Fair. Anyway, focus. This is important." 
 And that's how Izuku ended up best friends with a wannabe  super-villain who tended to have anger outbursts and very bad opinions  about movies. 
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 Later, Izuku was planning on leaving and going home, famished and  tired after the hours spent staring at a screen and being pestered by  his friend who refused to do the things himself but didn't agree with  Izuku's thinking. Kurogiri stopped him as he was crossing the room. He  asked with his gentle voice to sit down for a minute, a tea already  cooling in front of his usual seat. 
 Sensei's voice rose from the TV, low and calm.  
 "How are you feeling, Izuku?" 
 "Great! I'm just a bit tired but I'm feeling good."