Both she and the blue-haired villain sat together in awkward silence for a moment. Y/n could see Shigaraki's eyes narrow while eyeing her up and down as if he was analyzing her.

Deep down, y/n was mentally beating herself up for saying too much. Y/n swallowed hard. "S-so, what are you doing?"

Shigaraki leaned back into the pillow behind him. "Everyone has a tell when they lie. What is yours?"

Y/n frowned; she didn't know how to answer his question. "I don't know. I don't think I would notice something like that. It wouldn't be a tell otherwise, right?" Shigaraki shifted back to leaning forward and rested his head on his palm.

Although she wasn't very far away from Shigaraki, she could barely hear him mumbling to himself. It sounded like he said something about her stammering and breaking eye contact a lot. Y/n also thought she heard something about someone having low self-esteem. "H-hey, I'm still in the room, you know."

"You put me in a bind here," Shigaraki explained; "I can't trust you, but I'm in no condition to watch everything you do. I need to heal up, you know." Y/n felt a little insulted. He had threatened her six different ways last night, and he still thought she'd be dumb enough to step out of line?

"I don't know what to say," she admitted; "if I knew how to prove myself, then I wouldn't need to tell everyone I'm quirkless when they ask."

Shigaraki lightly scratched his neck in thought. "And why didn't you lie to me?" he inquired.

"Well, for starters, you did threaten me last night," y/n started, crossing her arms across her chest. "Secondly, you didn't trust me before you grabbed my wrist. I don't see what difference it would make. I've been nothing but honest, but you don't believe me. Just like everyone else."

Y/n began to feel ridiculous. This felt like it was a therapy session. If anything, Shigaraki was the one who needed therapy. "Well, if you don't mind, I'm going to step out. I have a bloodstain to scrub out."

"Whatever," Shigaraki grumbled. He slowly laid back down and rolled onto his right side. Y/n turned around and dug through her dresser. As y/n searched for something to wear, she could feel Shigaraki occasionally staring at her.

Uncomfortable, she quickly pulled out a f/c long sleeve shirt and a pair of jeans. Y/n felt Shigaraki's gaze follows her movements as she hurried out of the room, quickly closing the door behind her.

Y/n had dressed up in the bathroom. She changed out of the clothes she was wearing and put on the ones she had just picked out for herself. Y/n stepped out of the bathroom and walked to the bloodstain.

Placing her hands on her hips, she stared at the darkened stain on her hardwood floor. "It looks like it soaked into the wood," she noted out loud. "Well, if it really won't come out, then I guess I could buy a rug."

Y/n grabbed a scrub pad and hot water from the kitchen and began scrubbing. She mindlessly cleaned for nearly three hours. Under normal circumstances, she'd be bored after a minute. However, after all the stress she's been in, a monotonous task like this was a perfect distraction.

Y/n sat up straight and stretched, looking down at her hard work. Not too bad, she thought to herself, examining the color of the wood compared to the rest of the room. She could still see it, but she assumed that it was because she knew it's there. Y/n was confident that no one would notice it.

After giving it some thought, y/n changed her mind. Y/n clicked her tongue. "Yeah, I'm gonna have to buy something to cover it."

Even if the stain was or wasn't visible, she didn't want to see that spot ever again. She wanted nothing else but to cover up this memory under a rug. Y/n looked over at the clock; it was now a little past noon. She sighed. This week could not go any slower.

Two days have passed, and she'd been trying her best to keep herself busy. Over time, she found a routine for her day.

Y/n made breakfast and lunch at the same time every day. Between the two meals, she had some free time, which she spent either catching up on her reading or binge-watching all the shows she's missed out on lately.

Every few hours, she'd help Shigaraki up out of bed before he gets too restless. Before y/n knew it, she had to prepare dinner, and finally, it was time to go to bed.

If it wasn't for the fact that Shigaraki was a ticking time bomb, she might have found these past few days therapeutic. Y/n would end her day watching TV on her couch and practically passing out instantly.

The next morning, y/n got up and repeated her actions from the days before. Get up, cook breakfast, and eat with Shigaraki. Today, she noted he was much calmer than usual - no threats or insults. Y/n was feeling a bit suspicious.

For the first time, she had a relatively normal conversation with Shigaraki. Y/n learned he likes to read as well, after breakfast, she figured she can bring him her books. He seems to be very fond of video games; unfortunately, she doesn't have anything to offer him there.

Although he was a villain, y/n felt terrible, she basically had him locked up in a room all day. For the most part, that's why she made an effort to eat with him.

Her conversation with the villain was disrupted by knocking at her front door. "I thought you said no one would be looking for you," Shigaraki snapped.

"No one should be looking for me," y/n mumbled curiously. That was the truth. She rarely had visitors. "Let me see who it is."

Y/n got up and began to head out. Shigaraki demanded that she keep the door open so he can listen in. Y/n nodded her head and compiled.

Y/n walked over to her front door and took a look through the peephole. The figure was all too familiar. Y/n bit her bottom lip and worried about what to do.

She opened the door. "Oh, hello, Mr. IronStrike, sir. What can I do for ya?" she smiled politely.

The pro hero before her was called IronStrike. He was a towering, muscular man with a very shiny hero costume that always made her think of chain-mail.

This little town has a tiny community, and crime was virtually nonexistent. Because of that, there was only one hero stationed here. Everyone knew IronStrike well. Work was often so slow he would often resort to helping the elderly cross the road and retrieving toys out of trees for kids.

"I'm sorry to be a bother, Ms. L/n, but we've had reports of a shifty fellow around town," IronStrike lowered his head in a polite bow. "I'm going door-to-door to ask questions."

Y/n was surprised, Shigaraki has been under her care for three days now. IronStrike must not be looking for him. He couldn't be.

He crossed his arms across his chest. "Honestly, it feels a little odd, poor guy is probably just a passerby. But after Shinitori's recent attack, well, we can't be too careful. Can we?"

Her heart raced. She could finally get rid of Shigaraki. "Oh, is that so? Well, you're welcome to come in for a bit. I can give you a house tour if you'd like." Y/n stepped back and allowed IronStrike into her house.

Shigaraki may be the leader of the League of Villains, but IronStrike was still a pro-hero. If she let him know what's going on, he could deal with him. He can win, can't he?

IronStrike stepped inside and skimmed the surroundings. Y/n closed the door behind him. "Would you like some tea?" y/n asked.

IronStrike shook his head. "Oh no, thank you, Ms. l/n." She beamed at him.

Meanwhile, in her room, Shigaraki was fuming. He knew she would betray him somehow. The villain mentally scolded himself for getting too comfortable. How dare she bring a hero into her house while I'm here. I knew I should have called for that idiot Kurogiri. Now I'm in his mess.

Shigaraki forced himself out of bed. He gritted his teeth as the pain from his abdomen surged throughout his body. Silently, Shigaraki walked towards the open door frame and waited.

The villain placed a hand on his stomach. Even though he was injured, he was prepared to strike at any moment. Shigaraki waited, his eyes narrowed as he listened in on y/n's lighthearted banter with the hero.

His stomach felt like it was knotting up, just listening to them. Stupid girl, he thought to himself. Shigaraki took his mind off y/n and made a plan for himself.

Shigaraki came to terms with his location being blown, there's no way y/n won't tell the hero about him. He had to accept that he had several disadvantages in this fight. Shigaraki lacked the element of surprise, plus he was still injured. He also had to plan for the hero to call for back up.

Shigaraki was confident he could still kill one hero in this injured state, but two or more would be near impossible. The villain decided, he needed to leave the room and kill that hero before y/n gives away Shigaraki's location.

Ever so slowly, he limped out of the room and towards the end of the hallway. After I deal with this hero, I'm going to kill y/n for backstabbing me. Shigaraki couldn't understand why, but the thought of y/n betraying him made him even angrier than he'd expected.

Y/n anxiously watched IronStrike look around the living room and kitchen. He pointed to a bouquet of f/fs. IronStrike glanced over to y/n with a kind smile. "I knew leaving those in your care would be a good idea." IronStrike motioned his head to the bouquet.

Whenever she was at the flower shop, IronStrike would come in and buy her a f/f. The hero did this solely for y/n, knowing that those flowers were her favorite.

"Well, of course," she put her hands behind her back and bowed her head. "Thank you very much for them, they're all so pretty." IronStrike ran his fingers through his short dark hair as if a little embarrassed. Y/n looked up at him and went through her usual spiel. "But you know you don't need to buy me things."

He told her it was no problem. Y/n didn't look so sure about that. IronStrike looked away for a moment.

Almost instantly, he looked down at what was remaining of the dried blood. He pointed to the section of darkened wood. "What happened here?"

Y/n's head was screaming to explain everything. The blood, the villain she was hiding in her room, everything. At the same time, she was scared to tell him. He's the only hero in town, and crime is so scarce here, he had to be out of practice.

Shigaraki knew he was in the house. There's no way he didn't know. Y/n would feel terrible if she IronStrike got hurt or worse. Everyone in town admired and respected him.

Y/n opened her mouth to speak. "Oh, that? I'm thinking of painting this room and accidentally spilled some paint. I'm still scrubbing it out." Against her better judgment, she chose not to mention the villain. Although she genuinely wanted to, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

"Oh, what color?" he asked. Y/n told him she was thinking about red. IronStrike looked up at the walls. "You know, I think red would look pretty good in this room."

Y/n smiled while panicking on the inside. "Oh, please, you don't need to be so kind. It wouldn't match the furniture well. The flower shop doesn't pay me enough to renovate my entire house anyway. The spill was a blessing." Y/n let out a soft laugh.

The hero grinned. "I've been telling you to demand a raise. You deserve it."

Y/n shook her head. "No, no, no, no, it's alright. The shop is not nearly busy enough to afford to give raises. Besides, I make enough to get by, and I love the shop, what more can I ask for?"

She put her hands behind her back and smiled brightly at the hero, trying her best not to seem so stressed out. "So, how was the house tour, Mr. IronStrike? I'm sorry it took so long."

IronStrike scratched his head. "You know, it's odd, I can't really say I remember much. Must have been pretty uneventful."

Y/n frowned as she saw Shigaraki waiting by the hallway behind IronStrike. In a panic, she gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. "Oh no, are you sure you're all right, Mr. IronStrike?" She walked up to him and placed a hand on his arm. "I'm so sorry my attic is such a disaster, I had no idea I had so many things hanging so low up there. Do you need to sit down? Do you need an ice pack for your head?" In the corner of her eye, y/n watched Shigaraki.

The pro smiled kindly and laughed it off. "Now that you mention it, my head hurts a little, but don't you worry about it, Ms l/n. It's not your fault. I'm too tall for my own good." He made his way to the front door. "Well, I think it's time for me to go to the next house."

IronStrike did not know about her quirk. No one in town did. Ever since middle school, she had gotten in the habit of telling people she was quirkless, it was just easier that way. Y/n even managed to convince her parents to change her paperwork, legally registering herself as quirkless.

After all, whenever she told people what her quirk is, all trust immediately goes out the window. Y/n could lie and get away with most things whenever she wanted. If she played her cards right, no one would know.

Back in her school days, whenever something went missing or if someone was having a bad day, she was always the first and many times the only suspect. Childhood was not kind to her. If the other kids wanted to, they could lie and say she did something, and the adults always took their word over hers. As a kid, it hurt, but growing up, she learned not to blame anyone for that. It was just the nature of her quirk.

She followed the pro to the door. Stopping right as IronStrike stepped out. The hero turned around to wave goodbye. In return, she bowed. "Thank you for your hard work. I hope you find whoever you're looking for." Y/n closed the door.

Almost instantly, y/n fell to her knees. She rested her head against the door, taking deep breaths, and clenching her eyes tightly. Y/n was so close to safety, she could almost touch it. If IronStrike got hurt like the hero she had heard about on TV at Shinitori, she would have felt terrible.

At the same time, Shigaraki was hurt. If he were caught, he would undoubtedly get sent to Tartarus for his actions, and there's no telling if Shigaraki would get the care he needs there. Y/n didn't know why, but she took pity on Shigaraki. He's a terrible person, but lately, he's been on his best behavior.

Something about taking a glimpse underneath his villainous nature made him seem more human to her. He was a dangerous psychopath, but over the past few days, she's learned some of his likes and dislikes, what his hobbies are, and a little bit about his personal life. She couldn't help but see him as a very disturbed person who needs psychiatric help and not the monster the media has made him out to be.

Y/n suddenly felt a pair of hands lightly grab her shoulders, and she jumped. Y/n turned around and looked up to see Shigaraki looming over her. His face hidden behind that strange hand. His eyes were barely visible behind his hair.

"Why did you lie to him?" Shigaraki asked. He knelt down in front of her. Y/n slowly shook her head. IronStrike could have protected her from the psychopath sitting in front of her, but here she was. Y/n had protected the villain instead.

"Honestly, I don't know," she covered her face with her hands. Y/n wasn't at the point of sobbing yet, but she was lightly crying. This was frustrating. The fact that she could feel Shigaraki watching her made it even more frustrating. He is always staring at her. Right now, y/n couldn't ignore it.

Shigaraki's eyes narrowed as he observed her. He had watched her interaction with the hero, and her quirk impressed him. Y/n would be useful to the league.

However, he could tell she doesn't have an evil bone in her body. If he could ever convince her to work with him, he knew he could never put her on the front-line. There are plenty of other things for her to do. That is if he could get her to join.

Shigaraki reached out and put a hand on y/n's head, careful to keep at least two fingers off of her. Her face was still wet, but the tears have stopped. Y/n looked up at Shigaraki. He could see a hint of shock in her eyes.

He brushed a h/c lock of hair from her face with a finger. As nicely as he could, Shigaraki spoke. "Y/n, thank you." She nodded in response.

Y/n dried her face with her sleeves. Shigaraki had never shown her any sort of gratitude before now. It made him feel strange. Y/n cleared her throat. "So, what are you doing out of bed?"

Shigaraki shrugged. "Looking for a change of scenery." He made an attempt to stand up, but the pain from his abdomen nearly caused him to double over. Y/n stood up and offered Shigaraki her arm. In turn, Shigaraki took her arm and stabilized himself.

Y/n sat Shigarki down on the couch and knelt down before him. "Well, I think it's about time to change your bandages anyway," she says as she carefully unwrapped the blood-soaked bandage on his left forearm.

Lightly, she pulled on the bandage. Almost immediately, y/n verbally noted that the dressing was stuck to Shigaraki's wound. Y/n left to bring back a pair of scissors and a damp towel. She gently cut the gauze around Shigaraki's wound, y/n looked up at him. "It's probably gonna hurt removing the gauze."

Shigaraki pointed to one of his many battle wounds. "This isn't my first time, you know," he snapped. Y/n looked away from the villain and pressed the damp towel on the now cut up bandage for a moment before pulling the gauze bit by bit.

Shigaraki didn't flinch nearly as much as he thought he would. He can clearly tell she's trying her hardest to make this as painless as possible. Y/n cleaned off his arm wound and bandaged it back up. Then she repeated the process with his abdomen.

Once she was done, y/n put her hands in her lap and admired her work. Y/n tilted her head and looked at his bandages. "You know, if I could leave the house, I would buy you a new shirt."

Shigaraki leaned back and relaxed. He was quiet for a moment. He didn't trust her, but she did just prove to have a bit of loyalty. Shigaraki knew deep down if he wanted to recruit y/n, he would have to give her more freedom than he'd like to. "Well, I guess it would be fine. Just this once."

Y/n looked up at him, completely shocked. Never would she have guessed that Shigaraki would let her leave her house. Y/n stood up as fast as she could. "Wha– is.." she was at a loss for words, and her mind was drawing a blank. Y/n gathered her thoughts. "Is this a joke? Are you sure?"

Shigaraki repeated himself. "I guess it's fine. For today." The was that trademark Shigaraki attitude she had gotten used to. Y/n ignored it.

Y/n nodded eagerly. "Okay, sure. I think I can make it back in two hours or two and a half hours." Shigaraki agreed to her terms. Y/n gathered her stuff quickly and ran towards the door. She enthusiastically thanked Shigaraki as she closed the door behind herself.

Y/n stretched as she soaked in the sunlight while she walked towards Main Street. It felt incredible being outside, she honestly thought she'd never see the sun ever again. Y/n had found a new sense of gratitude. She didn't think she'd ever complained about walking to the store or about how bright it is outside ever again.

In no time flat, y/n found herself on Main Street. Trees lined the street, and various shops were lined up by the sidewalk. There was a small clothing shop a few stores down from her. Y/n made her way to the shop and walked in.

A familiar voice greeted y/n at the door. "Hey, hey, y/n!" exclaimed a very petite girl standing behind the register. The girl had long black hair, which was held together by a single row of braids. She was wearing a green button-up shirt that matched her eyes.

The girl's name was Aya, she lived a couple of houses down from her. She was always so cheery and friendly. It was no surprise that when y/n moved in, Aya was the first person to welcome her into town.

Y/n raised her hand and waved with a smile. "I heard you were out of town, are you back already? What happened? Is everything okay?"

Y/n approached the counter and leaned on it. "Turns out, it wasn't as serious as they made it sound." Smiling, she placed a finger on her lips. "I decided to take the next few days off since I made such a huge fuss. It honestly would be embarrassing coming in earlier than I said. Do me a favor and don't tell the boss lady, will ya?"

Aya saluted playfully. "Your secret is safe with me, y/n!"

Y/n stood up straight, feeling a little guilty over using her quirk. Even for a little white lie. "I knew I could rely on you, Aya." Y/n pointed to the men's half of the small store. "Well, don't mind me, I'll be over there."

Aya's eyes lit up, and she practically jumped over the counter to walk with her to the men's isle. "Hey, hey, hey, hey now." She quickened her pace and stopped in front of y/n. "Why are you headed this way?" Aya asked, there was a very light teasing tone to her voice.

"I'm buying a gift." Y/n playfully nudged Aya out of her way and kept walking.

"A gift, huh?" she called after her. "So don't leave me in the dark! Tell me about your mystery man, girly." She excitedly chased after her.

Y/n stopped at a row of black shirts, she pulled one off the rack and held it up to look at it. Y/n scoffed and looked to Aya. "My man?" she repeated. "No. No, absolutely no, no way in hell."

Aya was good at keeping secrets, but y/n couldn't tell her who was hiding out in her house. No got the point across well, y/n thought.

She took a quick glance at the shirt in y/n's hand. "Ohhhh," she said as her face dropped. "That's not IronStrike sized. That's too small. Whoever you're buying that for is a pretty thin guy." It almost sounded like there was a hint of disappointment in her voice. "Ah, my heart, OTP ruined," she said as quietly as she could.

"What was that about Mr. IronStrike?" y/n asked, clearly hearing her previous comment but choosing to ignore it.

"Oh, don't you play dumb. The man buys you flowers almost every day. If you told him to jump off a bridge, he'd definitely do it." Aya crossed her arms over her chest. "Ya know one of these days he's gonna propose or something. Then what are ya gonna do? Say no and make it awkward?"

Y/n waved Aya off. "That isn't funny." She placed the shirt in her hand back on the rack and picked out a new one. She was looking for something similar to but not exactly like what she'd seen Shigaraki wearing when he broke in.

"Well, tell me about him! C'mon now, spit it out! What's he like?" Aya pouted a little, y/n guessed that she was still upset about her self proclaimed OTP.

"Stubborn and childish are the first things that come to mind," y/n said as she examined the sleeve length. "Also, he has a terrible attitude."

Aya leaned forward. "You just said a whole lotta bad things about a guy you're supposedly buying a gift for."

Y/n figured she shouldn't bring up the fact that she didn't want a random shirtless man walking around her house; now that Shigaraki has been a little more mobile today. That would add fuel to the fire and Aya would never let y/n forget it. "Well, there has to be something about him you like."

Y/n sighed and gave it some thought. What could she say about Shigaraki? Shigaraki liked the same book genres as her. Of course, that wasn't hard, she read most kinds. When his mood is more manageable, she and Shigaraki also had interesting conversations. Y/n could tell he's intelligent behind all that attitude.

"I dunno. He's smart, I guess. And he has..." y/n paused, trying to think of something else to say. "Character?" This conversation was getting awkward for her.

Shigaraki, on his most basic fundamental level, was a dangerous psychopath. He is evil. Y/n felt like a terrible person saying anything nice about him. She knew that the second he's well, he will go create another disaster like Shinitori or Hosu. People have died, and more people were going to die because of him. Honestly, it's still up in the air whether or not he's going to kill her.

At the same time, he was more pleasant, for lack of a better word, after she had hidden him from IronStrike. He's proven to have some level of patience and a twisted sense of kindness.

Y/n truly wished she knew why he was like this. What had hurt him? Maybe my quirk could do something for him? Y/n shook the thought from her head. Some people probably can't be fixed. Whatever happened, he's too far gone.

Y/n took the shirt in her hand and walked with Aya to the counter. Aya rung y/n up. Y/n paid while Aya placed the shirt in a bag for her. On her way out, Aya hollered at her to not be a stranger and waved goodbye. Y/n smiled, promising they'd go out for coffee sometime soon and headed out.

Y/n didn't have her phone on her, but y/n guessed she still had a little less than an hour to get home. She wanted to be sure to get home early before Shigaraki freaks out.

On the way home, y/n spotted the bakery up ahead. Y/n really wanted to come back as soon as possible, but she decided a quick stop at the bakery couldn't hurt.

The couple who ran the bakery were very giving, they would often give the kids playing around free treats. It made her a little jealous that she didn't grow up here. Y/n entered the bakery, and the sound of the doorbell chimed. A little old lady welcomed her in. Y/n smiled and approached the short display case.

"Well, hello, y/n, are you back already?" She asked from behind the counter.

Y/n nodded. "Yes, I am. I'm sorry if the news worried you, but everything is okay now."

She smiled kindly. "Well, that's good to hear, my dear. So what can I get you?"

Y/n held the bag from the clothing store in one hand and placed the other on her cheek. "I'm not too sure, granny," she sighed; "I'm thinking of buying a cake. I brought an old friend back home with me to stay for a few days. I'm not too sure which one he'd like."

"Oh, you brought home a friend?" She asked, sounding delighted to hear someone new was in town. "You should stop in with the lad to say hi before he leaves."

There's no way she was going to haul a wanted criminal around town. "He's timid, but I will try my best to introduce you two at some point. If he's up for it, I mean." She's made a point never to lie, beyond telling everyone she's quirkless. That was more of an empty promise than a lie, though.

"I'm sure he'd want to visit if he tries one of our cakes," the elderly lady joked. She opened the display case and started cutting slices out and placing them neatly into a box. She placed the package on the counter and stood by the register.

Y/n guessed that since she didn't know what to buy, granny took the liberty of picking for her. Y/n approached the register and looked at the box. "Oh, so what kind of cake is in there granny?"

"There's a slice of everything in there. If you don't know what to get, that's the best way to do it. I'm sure your friend will find something in there he likes." She ran up the total and added with a wink. "Oh yes, I also discounted your cake. I'm sure there's gonna be slices he doesn't like, so why should you pay full price for 'em."

Y/n offered to pay the full price, but the elderly lady insisted. The couple who ran the bakery was too generous for their own good. She sometimes worried they will burn their business to the ground with all the discounts and free treats they handed out.

Of course, if news broke out that the bakery couldn't afford to stay open, people would probably donate their money to keep it running. Y/n thanked the elderly lady for her cake and headed out.

Y/n got home with an extra 20 minutes to spare. She spotted Shigaraki still sitting on the couch. Apparently, he was watching TV while she was gone. Y/n placed the cake on the coffee table and pulled the shirt out of the bag. "Look what I got you," y/n announced.

Holding up the shirt, she couldn't quite tell if he liked it or not with that weird hand covering his face. Shigaraki reached out and grabbed the shirt. Not trying to disintegrate it or knock off the palm she's heard him refer to as father once, he carefully put it on.

It wore similarly to his other shirt. The collar wasn't so low, and the sleeves stopped right above his elbows. "This is fine, I guess." Y/n noticed Tomura was lightly tugging at the sleeves as if they'll magically grow an extra few inches. She had picked out a shirt with shorter sleeves so the gash on his forearm wouldn't be converted, y/n could tell Shigaraki didn't appreciate that.

Y/n figured this is the closest to gratitude she'll probably ever get from him, that first time was clearly a fluke.

Y/n grabbed plates and utensils from the kitchen and opened the box. "I got us this too," she said, pointing at the table. Y/n sat down next to Shigaraki and opened it.

Handing the blue-haired man a plate and utensil, he grabbed the strawberry cake slice and put it on his plate. Y/n grabbed the cake slice next to the one he took. She watched him eat in the corner of her eye. "Huh," slipped out of her mouth.

"What?" Shigaraki snapped. His head whipped towards her direction.

Y/n scooted away from him a bit. "O-oh, it's nothing. I just didn't know you could eat with that thing," y/n said, trying to explain herself while also trying to deescalate Shigaraki's temper.

Y/n could see his eyes narrow from behind his hair.  "Well, I can."

"I see," y/n replied, looking down at her cake slice. "Uhm, sorry." Y/n really wanted to know the story behind the strange hand, but she knew he wouldn't talk to her about it.

Y/n looked at the TV. I guess he's been watching the news while I was gone, she thought to herself.

Shigaraki spoke up. "I hurt a hero in Shinitori. I used my quirk. The news just announced that he's dead now. The doctors couldn't stop my quirk before it reached his vital organs." Y/n couldn't decide if he was trying to threaten her or start a conversation.

Y/n didn't feel like watching the news, so she offered to put on a movie instead. Shigaraki reluctantly agreed. Y/n let Shigaraki pick out whatever he wanted. Shigaraki selected a horror movie. It wasn't shocking that he'd enjoy horror movies.

Y/n sat next to Shigaraki and watched with him. She jumped from time to time, but overall, the movie wasn't too scary. Shigaraki was more frightening than the movie. Y/n looked at Shigaraki, it seems like he found it boring.

Shigaraki had fallen asleep halfway through. Y/n watched him sleep while sitting up. She shook her head. "That can't be comfortable." Y/n picked up Shigaraki's plate and took the dishes to the sink. After she cleaned up, y/n stood in front of Shigaraki with her hands on her hips.

Y/n tilted her head a little, coming to the conclusion that there was no easy way to move him. Carefully, she held onto his shoulders and guided him down. Then y/n went and moved his legs up. Y/n let out a sigh of relief after she stretched him out on the couch. Picking up her fuzzy blanket, she placed it on top of him.

Y/n wasn't so tired anymore. She wanted to wind down after the movie and relax. Y/n sat on the ground with the couch pressed against her back and flipped through the channels. Y/n stopped at a random documentary and watched it.

The next morning, Shigaraki opened his eyes and looked down. Y/n had fallen asleep sitting on the floor facing the couch. Her head and arms rested on the sofa by his chest.

Shigaraki watched as she slept for a few minutes. He then poked her temple with a finger. He saw y/n's eyes flutter open. Y/n looked over to Shigaraki with a sleepy expression on her face.

After a moment, it appeared y/n fully registered who was on the couch in front of her. Y/n instantly sat up straight. "A-ah, s-sorry, I fell asleep," she stuttered nervously.

Shigaraki was irritated. As far as he was concerned, he was friendly to y/n yesterday. Yet she was still scared of him. "It's whatever," Shigaraki snapped.

Y/n got up and stretched. "Well, I guess it's time for breakfast." She continued to do her daily routine.

Before she knew it, Shigaraki had been staying with her for three more days. For the most part, every day was the same. Although Shigaraki's attitude seemed to fluctuate so much, he became unpredictable.

When he was aggressive, things were awful. Y/n was scared for her life. When he was calm, life was good. She could have an actual conversation with him like a real person. Y/n wished he was always quiet. He'd be a lot more pleasant.

Over time, he became more and more mobile and less dependent on her. Y/n noticed the more dependent he got, the angrier he'd get if she'd offer to help him. The last day of his stay had arrived, she had learned to generally stay out of his way to avoid his ire.

It was dark out. A cold night. Y/n and Shigaraki stood by the back door where everything first began. He had been preparing to leave at sundown. Y/n looked up at him, her e/c eyes meeting his red eyes for the last time.

"Ah, well." She wasn't sure what to say to him. Stay out of trouble? Like that's going to happen. See you around? No, he'd probably kill her the next time he sees her. Good luck? Absolutely not, think of all the lives he would destroy. In the end, y/n settled on a short and straightforward bye.

Shigaraki turned his back to y/n. "Yeah." He walked out of y/n's house and headed out.

Y/n stood at the door, leaning on the door frame, wondering where he was going to end up next. She watched as he disappeared into the distance.

Once he was entirely out of sight, she closed the door and took a few steps into the house. Y/n collapsed to her knees, a wave of relief overcame her. All that stress and fear came out at once.

Y/n stayed motionless and bawled on her floor for hours. In the end, she's alive. Y/n survived.