[This picks right up from the previous story, so if you have no idea what is happening, go back and read the last arc of MHA: Mystery From Another World.

Thanks if you're continuing to read this. I appreciate it.]

Mirko was bothered by what Shine told her.

She understood Shine better now. Actually, Mirko was starting to really like her...which would have annoyed her, but it was kind of bragging rights to be friends with someone from another world who was a total bada--.

But that was just the balm in what had become a very ugly situation.

The situation hadn't changed that much, she supposed, from months ago...but her understanding of it had.

Maybe she had too? She wasn't sure. Would she have cared in the past?

It was weird to think that a year ago, none of what she knew now would have mattered to her in the least. What had changed that?

But she couldn't just do nothing now, could she?

There wasn't much to be done about the larger problems, but there was one thing that she could do.

"Hey," she told Medea when they were at the lair, "you need to get the quirk under control."

"I know." Medea didn't even get mad. "I can't rely on Monama. He's not going to be around all the time."

"Still not sure how that even worked for you," Mirko said.

"Oh, well, we have this theory that it has something to do with the emotional effects of my quirk--" began Medea.

Mirko cut her off by shoving a carrot into her mouth.

"What the h---?" Medea sputtered.

"This is just your problem," Mirko said, tilting her ears, "Quirks are not about being emotional. It's about using your special power. You rely on your emotions way too much, and that makes you a slave to them, too."

Medea spat out the carrot. "Easy for you to say. You're a rabbit--emotion doesn't have anything to do with it."

Mirko hit her on the head.

"Ow! What is wrong with you!" Medea blazed up.

"That's stupid." Mirko wasn't fazed. "So, what, you think people with animal quirks never get mad and hit anybody too hard? Tell that to the people I broke bones of while I was in high school...and in training, if I'm being honest..."

"I'm supposed to be surprised by that?" Medea rubbed her head.

"You power types all have this self pitying complex about your quirks, like they're special just because they aren't attached to your body," Mirko said, "but they aren't different. It's like muscle control. Yours is like a bratty toddler's."

"Thanks," Medea frowned, "I have controlled it better...but ever since getting my memories back, I feel like I switch emotions so fast."

"Yeah, well, you need to work on that too," Mirko said.

"Are you a therapist now?"

"Oh, he-- no," Mirko snorted, "but I did train--a lot. Say what you will about the hero schools' ways of teaching, but they do get results. People learn to control their quirks if they learn to control the way they think about them. You're...well, friends with your quirk, let's just say, only when you feel like it. That's not gonna work, and you're putting us all at risk too."

"I know that." Medea rubbed her arms. "But I can't go to hero school, and I didn't go to quirk counseling."

"A quirk like yours is honestly one that should be closely trained from the second it appears," Mirko mused, "What were your parents thinking?"

"You don't get it. My quirk was super weak until I was 13." Medea frowned. "All it did was change my eyes. I remember being mad about it. But Lethe didn't have one either, I thought... He said he did, but he never showed me what it was till after the...accident. I just thought both of us had weak quirks..."

"What quirks did your parents have?" Mirko asked.

Medea rubbed her temples. "I don't remember a lot about them. I guess I suppressed that too... Maybe it had something to do with chemicals, though, since mine does."

"So your quirk was weak and then it just exploded?" Mirko tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Rare, but not unheard of. Usually with mutant-type quirks. But it would be odd for two twins to have such different quirks... You're not identical though. I guess that's not that unusual. I'm just thinking of my siblings."

"Yeah, why do you all have the rabbit thing except for Ren?" Medea said.

"Dominant gene." Mirko shrugged. "And we're all quadruplets."

Medea's mouth dropped open. "Oh...wow...and I thought having a twin was annoying when I was in elementary..."

"Oh, you have no idea," Mirko said, "and if you look alike...ugh." She shuddered.

"I see why you moved out now." Medea made a face. "I would too."

"Well, that's not important." Mirko rotated her arm. "The point is, you've got to train that quirk before it goes haywire again. You'd stop being afraid of it if you could control it."

"But I don't have anyone to help me train it," Medea said, "I mean, I don't think the League would. I don't think they even know how. Silk maybe would if I asked, but I don't want to hurt her, you know, if I set her on fire..."

Mirko rolled her eyes. "What do you think I've been talking about?"

"Wait, you?" Medea said.

"Don't look so dubious, you little brat. I'm the number 5 hero. You think I can't handle it?"

"Well--yeah, kind of," Medea said, "You're a rabbit. How's that gonna help? But I'm more stunned you're offering at all."

"Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm not looking forward to it," Mirko said, "but I have just as much reason to not want you to go off as anyone else does, and if they're all just going to sit on their a---s and ignore the problem, someone has to do something. I like my stuff not incinerated, thanks."

"Oh..." Medea said, "But...our quirks are nothing alike at all, so how can you train mine?"

"I just told you it's not that different!" Mirko bopped her on the head again. "You're already not listening."

"Do I get a choice here?" Medea glared at her.

"Oh, sure, it's between this and letting it go out of control every time you get mad until someone else inevitably gets hurt." Mirko was brutal.

Medea flinched.

Then she sighed. "When you put it like that, I'm out of options...but don't beat me up."

"If you learn how to use that flame at will, I really don't see how I could land a hit, could I?" Mirko's eyes gleamed. "Let's get started."

* * *

"Are you aware that that Rabbit Hero is giving Medea lessons?" Silk asked the male LOV members later that same day, after she'd peered out in the alley behind this lair.

"What?" Compress said, "Lessons in what? Breaking bones?"

"Maybe." Silk crossed her arms. "Should we be letting her?"

"It's not like she can really hurt her," Spinner said, "right? I mean, their powers are too different."

"Tell that to the broken glass," Silk said, "and I mean, don't you think she'll teach her what they teach the hero students...? Not that I even think of Mirko as a teacher. I'm amazed girl agreed, but she is probably desperate."

"On the other hand," Compress said, "Medea has very little control over her power, and there's not much any of us can do about it. Quirk control was always so much easier for me. I wouldn't know where to begin with a fire type like that."

"Medea's lack of control is mental, I think." Silk crossed her arms. "She's emotional, and you think the Top Tactless Hero is going to be helpful?"

"So stop them," Spinner said, "What do you think, boss?"

Shigaraki looked up. "What?"

"You weren't listening." Silk was a little miffed. "This is serious."

Shigaraki coughed. "I don't see really anything to get worked up over. It's just training. We all do it."

"Ugh, beat my head on wall..." Silk sighed.

"What's up?" Compress asked, "You've been kind of tense ever since that Meta thing." He put his hands on her shoulders.

But Silk pulled away. "I'm not tense over that," she said abruptly, "I just...I don't know, things don't seem the same anymore. I don't like it." She walked away.

"She's sure worked up over nothing," Spinner said, "Your girl is temperamental, Compress... Must be a like forces attract kind of thing."

"Oh, shove it up yours, Spinner." Compress was rather crass for him. "Something is bothering her... Do you think it was the Metas?"

"We won that fight," Spinner said, "so how could she be bothered about that? And how'd we know? She tells us nothing. She's worse than Dabi used to be. At least we knew he hated Endeavor. Who does Silk hate? I still don't even know her real name."

"Well, I do," Compress said.

"What is it?" Spinner asked.

"I don't think I should tell you," Compress said.

"And did you check out her name?" Spinner asked.

"Of course I did. I'm not stupid," Compress said, "but her record is completely clean."

"So were the other Originals." Shigaraki looked up suddenly. 

Now he was listening? Really. Compress was annoyed.

"Now, you know she's admitted to not being much of a criminal before," Compress said.

"Neither were most of us," Shigaraki said, "That doesn't mean she can't be one."

"You're suspicious of her now? I thought you were fine," Compress said.

"I'm not suspicious exactly," Shigaraki said, "I just think it's odd that in all this time, we still don't know why she's even here."

"Not that I don't like her," Spinner said, "She's nice. And she cooks... She seems like a good person...which kind of is what makes me suspicious."

"So she's not a total b---h like some of the rest of you," Compress said, "That means she can't be sincere?"

"Maybe not," Shigaraki said. He leaned on his hand.

"Are...are you okay?" Spinner asked him oddly.

"Just hot," Shigaraki said.

"But it's cold in here..." Spinner said, "I mean, I'm usually cold, but it's cold, right, Compress?"

"I think it's a little brisk still. It's always cold in these unheated lairs," Compress said, "I ought to pack a portable heater too..."

"Hey, maybe you're coming down with something," Spinner said, "You know, you can catch stuff when you go out of country."

"Oh, please, Spinner. He was in Canada, not the Congo," Compress said, "I don't think they have malaria mosquitoes in Canada. I'm sure it was lovely this time of year too."

"I never get sick," Shigaraki said.

Mostly because he never left the house while living with AFO enough to get exposed to anything.

"Maybe one of the kids were sick. You know how school is." Spinner was not dropping it. "If so, I don't want to catch it." He pulled an actual mask over his face. "I have a weak immune system... being a lizard and all."

"You're being ridiculous," Shigaraki said, "I'm not sick."

"Well, it would be hard to tell with you..." Compress mused, "but if you feel unusual at all, maybe you should just rest more. I think I'd better make sure that Pro doesn't kill Medea..." He stepped toward the back exit.

* * *

"Dodge!" Mirko yelled at Medea.

"I'm trying!" She brushed at her t-shirt. "Ugh...I'm getting purple stains."

"You need fire retardant clothes." Mirko crossed her arms.

"My clothes turn into fire with me," Medea said, "I don't know why... Maybe the chemicals get on them."

[Late note: alternative theory: Maybe Medea actually secretes a chemical that turns everything around her into fire, and she's not really phasing through walls, she's making the molecules around her fire temporarily, but it only works on non living material, and her own body. It would be more in line with quirk logic, or pseudologic in the source material. And it leans into the alchemy theme my sister is fond of using with her character creations.]

"Some quirks do affect clothing," Mirko said, "lucky for you. We don't need two Midnights in this world."

"I cannot believe you just said that." Medea reddened. "Look, can we stop? I still have time zone lag. And I'm hungry...and this isn't working."

"I'd say it's working. You're still alive," Mirko said.

"I'm not the one who's in danger here!" Medea yelled at her, "Have you even taught anyone before?"

"Nope," Mirko said.

"Well, it shows!" Medea snapped. She grabbed her jacket. "Just yelling 'dodge' and 'ignite' and stuff at someone isn't training them. And I don't need to have taught to know that. I mean, at least they explain stuff in middle school."

"It's your quirk." Mirko grabbed her arm and spun her around. "I can't explain it to you. Which if you went to quirk counseling, you would know. The science of it is something that can be tested, but how it works, how it affects you, you have to learn that yourself. And that should be happening any time you use it in a new way. So what did you learn from this?"

"That you're an idiot," Medea sassed her.

Mirko kicked her feet out from under her, and she landed on her rear end in the street.

"And you're an abusive teacher!" Medea added.

"Weak." Mirko crossed her arms. "If you could use your quirk, I couldn't have done that."

"Well, I can't!" Medea started crying out of frustration. "And this is just making me feel like s---, so I hope you're satisfied..." She wiped her eyes with her jacket.

Mirko tilted her head. "So you feel sorry for yourself, is that it?"

"Yeah, maybe," Medea said.

Mirko tossed her hair. "That's the problem. You feel sorry for yourself because your big, bad quirk is too strong for you. You're not even trying to really use it, are you? Well, I don't feel sorry for you."

"Great. Thanks." Medea was dripping with sarcasm.

Mirko grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up. "Get up."

Medea pulled away. "Leave me alone!"

"You're pathetic," Mirko said, "You have a quirk that most people would be jealous of, and you feel sorry for yourself because of a few minor setbacks."

"My parents dying is not a minor set back, you b----!" Medea's body went half into flames, and she shoved Mirko away.

But Mirko just grinned and wiped her brow from the heat.

"There you go," she said, "You weren't pitying yourself that time."

Medea glared. "You know, you're crazy." Her fire went out.

"Well, maybe I am, but all I know is when you're mad, you're not thinking about how little control you have, your control gets better, until you get too mad, and you lose it again," Mirko said, "So...I don't know, maybe just say a little mad at all times when you need to fight."

"What kind of advice is that?" Medea said.

"I'm working on it." Mirko threw her hands up. "Until you learn more about your own d--- quirk, what do you expect me to say?"

"That you're a bad teacher, and this is a bad idea, and I'm also a bad student," Medea said.

"Well, I wouldn't go that far." Mirko tugged her hair. "Up until your little hissy fit, you weren't doing so bad at following instructions. Your attitude needs a major adjustment, though."

"So does yours!" Medea said.

"I've heard that one before," Mirko said, "And you know? I'd consider it, maybe, if you stopped acting like a little, whiny brat. It'll take a lot more than screaming at me and using yourself like a flame thrower to get me to rethink my approach. You think I can't take the heat?"

"Oh, you did not just make a pun about my quirk now," Medea said, "I hate people who do that. It's so tacky."

"Aww, and what are you going to do about it?" Mirko said in a false remorseful tone.

"I still don't like what you said about setbacks," Medea said.

Mirko sobered a little. "It's too bad about your parents, but if you blame yourself for that and use that as a reason not to use your quirk until you're angry enough not to care, then you're blaming it for your own d--- choices, aren't you? That was an accident, but what you're doing now, it's a choice. So make it."

Medea tilted her head. "Huh...that actually almost sounds like good advice... Are you a clone?"

"Don't get cute with me," Mirko warned, "I've been taking it easy on you this entire time."

"I'm still quitting for the day," Medea said, "I want to wash all this off." She held up her hands. Purple stains were appearing on them. "But I guess I can give this a shot for a few more days. But if it doesn't work, I don't want to keep doing it."

"A few days is too little to be sure," Mirko said, "It could take weeks for results to show up. Depends on the person."

"Well, if at the end of a few days, I don't want to kill you, I'll think about it!" Medea stormed back inside.

Mirko chuckled. "Kid has potential."

"Well, that was interesting," Compress put in.

She looked over.

"I must admit, seeing you try to teach anyone is the best comedy routine I've witnessed in a long time," Compress said.

"Piss off," Mirko said.

"Oh, no, really, I can't wait to see the follow up act," Compress said, "but, you know, if she burns down the lair because of you, I'll be put out. I hope you're not planning on telling her all that ridiculous hero propaganda."

Mirko crossed her arms. "I've never been that good at buying into that myself, if you mean that whole teamwork and needing other Pros part."

"I meant the only-use-your-quirk-when-it's-with-a-license-part," Compress said, "Though, last I checked, you don't have a teaching license."

"And that would be the highest on the list of illegal things I'm doing right now?" Mirko said, "This is an emergency, isn't it? She's a hazard, and she can't get proper training anywhere else right now."

"Oh, no, ends justify the means, sure," Compress said, "Very villainous attitude. I'm impressed."

"You're making out helping a little girl not burn people to be villainous?" Mirko said.

"Perhaps when you put it that way, one might just wonder why it's so villainous to begin with to use quirks more freely," Compress said, "but then, who am I to speculate? As long as you don't turn Medea into a little mini version of you, I guess it's harmless enough."

Mirko scowled at him. "A little mini me, huh?" she muttered.

Compress left her.

* * *

Despite that little talk, Silk was not appeased. She wouldn't really say what she was worried about, though. It was trying even Compress' limits for mystery.

Medea didn't say much about the idea to anyone else, just went to bed. She was trashed after the last few days.

Mirko felt like she'd sleep better after whupping the Originals so neatly, and so she did.

The following day it was back to business as usual.

Shigaraki hadn't slept much at all. Between Ren's little warning and his coughing, he had too much to keep him up. And then there was Kurogiri just brushing him off. Never had he been so ignored by Kurogiri.

In typical fashion, he over-analyzed those words, "I am not at liberty to say."

Shine was right. That had to mean something...but what? Who was using him? And for what?

Being in Canada must have been to keep him out of their reach to retrieve, which was clever...too clever. It could only mean they knew the League would be in danger if he was not retrieved. Lethe working with him was a whole other problem. Could his powers work on Kurogiri?

Nothing was safe.

In a way, it was still better they'd left the Meta Liberation army. No way they could have hid from Kurogiri if they hadn't. Or the ninja. If Kayla infiltrated the Metas that easily, they would have been found.

Shigaraki at least had finally gone from resenting Shine's interference in their lives to thinking it was for the best... Maybe all these changes had been for the best. At least the core LOV members were still okay.

Obsessing over all this did nothing to make him feel less sick. In fact, it only made it worse. But Shigaraki was too used to feeling bad to think much of it.

Apparently it was obvious to the others though, when he didn't reply to anything they said to him.

"Hello?" Medea snapped her fingers in front of him. "Are you in there?"

Shigaraki twitched. "What?"

"Do you want breakfast? Silk made some again," Medea said.

"Not hungry."

"When are you ever?" Medea said, "I swear you eat less than a supermodel. Too bad it doesn't do much for you."

Whatever that meant.

"You sure you're not sick?" Medea peered at him closer. "You're kind of glassy-eyed."

"I wouldn't get sick," Shigaraki said.

"Don't be such a child about it," Medea said.

She left the room.

"I'm telling you, he's sick," she commented to Silk.

Spinner still had his mask on. "Yeah, I hope it's not catching."

"Hmm," Silk said grimly, "That is not good though."

"It's probably just a cold." Compress was eating cheerfully.

"And that would be no problem for most people, but don't you think with what Doctor do to him it could be more of issue?" Silk said, "What kind of drugs is he on?"

"Is he on drugs?" Medea said, picking at her food.

"Probably," Silk said.

"Well, we don't ask about it," Compress said, "But it's supposed to make him more powerful, isn't it?"

"Power does not = strength," Silk said, "You lose something when you gain something else unnaturally. Immune system would be a common thing to go. Or mental powers... He seems mentally all right, so it has to go somewhere else. He is all skin and bones."

"It's none of our business," Compress said.

Medea looked up at him. "That's pretty cold," she said soberly, "Don't you think you owe him a little more concern?"

"I don't really think in those terms," Compress said.

Silk snorted. "We all in trouble if something happens to him, or he can't fight and we need to make break for it. Do you think in those terms?"

"Well, what can we do about it? He'll just have to rest," Compress said.

"Keep Pro away from him. She'd probably only make it worse," Silk said dryly, flipping some pancakes.

"I want Canadian maple syrup with these..." Medea said wistfully, "Western was really right about how much better it is."

"Honey is just as good," Silk said.

[In my opinion, it's not. Gross.]

Mirko bounded in from her morning work-out, looking as revved up as ever.

"It feels good to be on top," she said, sliding into the kitchen space they set up to grab more water.

"You really shouldn't say things like that," Compress said.

"Oh, shut it, Magic Man. I'm in a good mood today," Mirko said, "Giving those ninjas a beating was way overdue."

"How's your foot?" Silk asked.

Mirko looked down. "It'll be fine...though I guess I'll have to take it light on the job for a bit. That b---- really just had to go for the foot."

"Smart, if she wanted to disable you," Silk shrugged.

"I'll walk it off." Mirko grabbed coffee.

"This is last of food..." Silk commented on a different note, "Is there any budget left?"

"We've run pretty low..." Compress said, "We're lucky Giran could even hook us up with another lair. He never seems to run out of those."

"Well, we need more...everything," Silk said.

Medea looked in the portable fridge. "Wow...she's not kidding. There's nothing in here."

Mirko glanced up. "The food budget? I can take care of it."

"Excuse us?" Compress said.

"I eat too, so it's really not that big of a deal," Mirko said.

"Oooh, shopping list!" Medea said, "I want chocolate!"

"You sure you want to do that...?" Spinner looked up from his comic.

"I wouldn't even feel it," Mirko said, "Top Hero, remember? Honestly, that's not that much of an expense... Call it my rent for crashing here."

"Surprisingly fair of you," Silk said, "In that case, you won't mind actually shopping also."

"Excuse me? Do I look like an errand girl to you?"

"Well, no one else has as easy time going out as you, and you haven't done it once since joining us," Silk said.

"It's not my job to do that," Mirko said.

"I clean, cook, and shop." Silk crossed her arms. "Compress shops. Even Medea shops."

"I do," Medea confirmed.

"And we pack up stuff and move it," Silk added, "All of us who have privilege of being able to go out in public have to contribute. If anything, you've shirked. If you're not too high above us to do it, that is."

Silk really got on Mirko's nerves.

"Fine." Her ears went back. "I guess... It's not a long list, is it?"

"Given how low we are, it might be. Is that problem, or do you not like eating?"

"I can always eat out."

"Oh, well, in that case, you can sleep out too," Silk said, "Why you need us?"

Compress just kind of eyed Silk and smirked.

"Listen, you little--" began Mirko.

"Oh, please," Medea interrupted, "I'll even help."

Mirko choked back the rest of what she was going to say and just left the room.

"Why do you wind her up like that?" Medea asked Silk.

Silk shrugged and took a sip of coffee. "Comes naturally to me."

* * *

"Little, conniving, secretive silkworm!" Mirko muttered to herself, "I am not the babysitter around here. At least I have a job, you leech on society..."

She almost ran into Shigaraki because she wasn't paying attention to her surroundings.

"Ah." She jumped back. "Don't do that."

"Do what? You're the one who almost hit me," Shigaraki griped.

"I meant walking around so quietly. It's creepy," Mirko said.

"Is it true you're training Medea?" Shigaraki didn't bother continuing the argument.

"What?--Oh, that...yeah." Mirko rubbed her head. "Why?"

"Are you going to train her inside?" Shigaraki had nothing to say about the hero aspect of it.

"Uh...no..." Mirko was kind of expecting some kind of objection.

"Don't set something on fire," Shigaraki said.

"I wouldn't really be the one setting it on fire, would I? But she'll be fine," Mirko said, "She's a lot tougher than she thinks she is."

"Why are you training her?"

There is was.

Mirko crossed her arms. "So she doesn't hurt someone else."

"To control her." Darkly.

"No, dumba--...so she can control herself." Mirko gestured angrily. "She keeps getting backed into a corner and needing others to bail her a-- out. If she could use her power the way most kids her age can, she'd be tougher than a lot of Pros, let alone those pathetic ninja. It's a d--- waste not to train her enough to take care of herself. She can't be afraid of that quirk forever..."

"She should accept it." Shigaraki seemed lost in thought about something else.

"Yeah," Mirko agreed, but not sure if they were talking about the same thing.

"A quirk like that is just made to destroy," Shigaraki said... He kind of seemed out of it now...eyes half closed.

Mirko didn't know if this was just regular Shigaraki weird or flashback hallucinations weird, but either way, it was creepy.

Just not sure if it was creepy because he was, or because she could see the Doctor's weird smile in her mind now when she heard it. She shivered involuntary at that thought. How did Shine manage to act calm around these people?

Shigaraki had his head swimming just from the effort of standing up for this long and had lost sense of what he was actually doing... It was like being in a dream.

He had the vague sense of the doctor being present, blurred with his family, and the memories of that night...or was it a different night? And AFO was there...or was it day time?

Something was squeezing his chest...like a hand...

(It was actually a cold, probably.)

Then it was like that thing yanked him downwards into a black hole.

What happened in real time was he passed out, yet again, and fell forward while Mirko was still waiting for some kind of signal the conversation was over.

She jumped in surprise.

"Not again..." she said, shaking her head, "Pretty sure this isn't healthy."

Shigaraki didn't hear her. His mind was fading in and out of consciousness.

"Let go..." he muttered to the grasping feeling, "Get away..."

He started coughing.

"Hey, guys," Mirko called, "maybe you should come."

She tried to shake Shigaraki. "Wake up..."

That wasn't the smartest thing to do. Shigaraki suddenly pushed himself up and grasped her by the wrist.

Mirko could tell he was still kind of delusional, based on the weird unbalanced way it happened, but that didn't make her feel any safer.

"Hey, snap out of it!" She almost panicked. "It's me!"

By some miracle her hand wasn't getting disintegrated yet. Maybe it was the fever stopping it.

Her jerking did make Shigaraki come a little bit back to himself. He blinked.

Oh, it was just the Pro... Wait, what happened?

Why was he holding onto her arm?

He let go abruptly.

Just in time for the others to look in.

"Oh!" Medea cried, thinking Mirko was in trouble for a second.

Shigaraki glanced at them strangely before collapsing back over, almost hitting Mirko again.

"It..." she said, stunned, "it wasn't on purpose... I think he's in some kind of fevered state."

"That does it," Silk said, "I'm adding cold medicine to list of things we need, and I'm going to make soup...once I can... Someone put him on couch again. Better be where we can monitor him in case he attacks something else."

"Are you okay?" Medea grabbed Mirko's shoulder. "Did he hurt you?"

"No..." Mirko said, "I guess he realized it wasn't real just in time there...." Was she shaking? Weird...

"Thank goodness for that..." Medea kind of hugged her, to her surprise. "It's...it's no fun, nightmares... I wake up on fire sometimes..."

"I've woken up kicking stuff over..." Mirko said flatly.

"Yeah...let's just go out and get that shopping done..." Medea stood up. "Come on."

Mirko came.

But she felt like, deep down, it wasn't almost getting attacked there that bothered her. She was used to that. She could shake it off in no time.

It was what he was muttering before that... Every time Shigaraki was put under some kind of stress, he reverted back to something...something dark. But dark in that it was a dark place...

She didn't understand that, but it gave her the heebie jeebies. What did you have to go through to be affected like that by something?

[Hmm...I can feel that angst wave breaking right now...

Yikes...]