VILLAINS open post

[dryeyes]

(fanart source here)

Doesn't it feel good being bad? The age of heroes is over, let's act like it. ... in a single open post where it can't contaminate the pure threads. Sorry, villains, I don't make the rules.

For all of your:
• Kidnapping, hatemance, revenge and dark threads.
• Well-thought-out, planned, serious Villain AU threads OR what-plot, trashy, sexy, Villain AU threads.
• "I'm the U.A. Traitor" threads in either and all directions.
• Villain-hero roleswaps with varying degrees of effort put into it.
• "well yeah shigaraki is a villain and i hate him but he has a very entertaining speedrunning stream that i watch at 3am when i can't sleep" AUs
• or anything else we goddamn want

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the training camp ended EVEN WORSE

[dryeyes]

[Everything burned. There was that feeling, again, like he came that close to dying, and without any of the satisfaction of knowing if his students were safe or not. He'd gotten to authorize the student's quirk usage. He can only hope the rest of them were alright.]

[Still, after running into so many of the weaker cloned villains that turned to mush under his boot, he hadn't expected to encounter the real thing. That was stupid of him.]

[His worry for the students had been his weakness. He was captured.]

[He knew he had to be cautious. After all, he only had minimal information about the enemies' quirks, motives, and whether anyone else from the camp had been taken. He could maybe get free of the bond he'd been tied in but he needed to save that for when it was actually an opportunity. At least he still had his sight... for now. They must know his quirk so he has to realize it could be taken away at any point. He needed to gain any information he could for when he returned to the school.]

[He was a hero, after all, even before he was a rationalist. He needed to presume he'd get back eventually.]

[retrievearms]

[The plan had to succeed. There was no reason it wouldn't. Not when everything was meticulously planned out and the pieces sort of fell into line without too much effort. Sure there was some teeth pulling regarding the new recruits because Shigaraki wanted nothing to do with people obsessed with Stain. Funny how he was living up to his name by leaving this undesirable stain on Shigaraki's organization. But he couldn't complain, they had to replenish their numbers even if it wasn't ideal. Besides this plan was their chance to prove their capabilities and, for Shigaraki, flex the might of his new leadership.

Still he couldn't help but feel anxious. He stayed glued to their communicators with Kurogiri, scratching furiously as Kurogiri tried in vain to assure him that the plan would work. How could they possibly be prepared to be attacked like this? They were complacent even when being cautious. That the Vanguard Action Squad would win because the teachers (and some troublesome students) wouldn't be able to go up against unknown quirks.

It's not until they get the signal and Kurogiri warps away to bring home the squad that Shigaraki finally calms down and finds his composure. He silently counts the number of members who came back (a noticeable few are missing), watches as Mr. Compress and Kurogiri deal with Bakugou (so angry...), and then there's Dabi with a disheveled looking man (who dat?).]

Dabi. Who on Earth did you bring back? Oh. [Shigaraki crouches down next to Aizawa, using a single finger to lift up the pro hero's head. He's not particularly afraid of having his quirk erased. Not when the other had been tied up and especially not when he had a student at his mercy.] So you brought him back like I asked? Thank you.

[Bakugou might have been their primary target but he did say that other students would be bonus points for this level. One particular student would be worth extra bonus points.]

[dryeyes]

[His head is slowly tipped up and he doesn't resist the motion. He knew from the voice exactly who it would be. It dredges up bad memories immediately. Still, one didn't become a hero without having several ways of suppressing incident-related post-traumatic stress disorder.]

[Besides, Tomura Shigaraki wasn't the worst part of those nightmares. He was just there, goading on the Nomu, treating him like a toy to be broken on a whim. He could deal with the sudden increase in heart-rate. He can heard Bakugou's swearing. He wasn't alone which immediately registered to him that he had to act like it.]

[So, he holds the eye contact as well as he can. At least, it's probably eye-contact. Maybe. It was hard to tell with the hand. He says nothing, taking in what Shigaraki was saying. He was asked for? Asked for but not immediately recognized. That made him feel like it was just a flight of fancy. He wasn't an essential piece here. He needed to take in information. The person who had ambushed him was Dabi. His quirk was either the fire or those body-doubles.]

[There was certainly more organization here. He could see villains from USJ, villains from the new operation, and Shigaraki, an immature villain, actually sounding like a bit of a leader. If he couldn't already tell that the League had become a more serious threat from the attack, this would seal it.]

[retrievearms]

[He stares at Aizawa for a good while, using that one finger to play with the other's head. By digging into the underside of his chin, he's able to lull the teacher's head from one side to the other. It's like he's looking him over like one would a prized race horse or making sure he was lucid.]

Good work, Dabi. Leave him here for now.

[As Dabi steps away- four fingers grip Aizawa's chin, forcing his head to look at the scene Bakugou's causing with two of the members. Mostly Bakugou swearing as they lock him into similar shackles used at the sports festival. The other is probably too busy trying to escape or threatening to kill every villain in this bar to notice his teacher is also there.]

You try anything and I mean anything, I won't hesitate to kill the kid. Understood? Cool guy?

[Of course he doesn't want to kill Bakugou, he has plans and he's hoping his plans work out well. But he knows how Aizawa was willing to sacrifice his body, even his own life, to protect those brats.]

[dryeyes]

[Despite his lack of reaction, his eyes do focus even as his head is turned back and forth. One extra finger and he might have an injury to his face that he couldn't come back from. He sees Bakugou, he knows he's not been injured too badly,]

[and he knows it's up to him to keep it that way. The objective must not have been to kill Bakugou, otherwise they would have tried that at the camp itself. Still, he has to believe that Shigaraki is being real in his threat. He would risk himself, sure. He won't risk his student.]

[He nods, very slightly, just to show he did understand.]

Not harmed, either. [he adds, voice low. Sure, he wasn't necessarily in a position to negotiate. Still, his priorities needed to be stated and Shigaraki's response may give him more clues.]

[retrievearms]

[That gets a low laugh out of Shigaraki, like Aizawa was a friend who made a bad pun.]

Well that's for him to decide, isn't it? [His grip tightens on Aizawa's chin.] I'm not going to let the little brat make a mess of things either.

[It wasn't much but it was sort of a promise. If Bakugou didn't try to murder his colleagues, Shigaraki wouldn't have to lay a hand on him either. Not that he wanted to. He and Bakugou had business later once they've all had a small break from their efforts. His grip slackens little by little until he lets go of the other with a satisfied hum. Shigaraki sits back on the balls of his feet, gently scratching his face as he just stared at the pro hero. He's got a lot on his mind between wrapping up his recruitment plans and deciding what to do with the man before him. It's while he's lost in his train of thought that he notices the scar underneath Aizawa's eye.

Doesn't take long for him to reach out again, thumbing the scar with child-like curiosity.]

Ah. Did my Nomu do this?

[He sounds gleeful about it.]

[dryeyes]

[He was a little worried. Rather, the situation was hugely worrying he was just a little worried about whether or not Bakugou would keep it together. He was sure the League wouldn't be able to use Bakugou, the young hero was far too proud to ever let himself be used. He also may be too proud to not try to damage one of the villains. That uncertainty hung in the air.]

[There's a sharp click of his tongue when Shigaraki noticed the scar. So, he didn't even do follow-up on that, did he? It was hard to assess his own importance here. He certainly didn't feel like a priority.]

You should know the answer to that. [A shattered orbital floor. It was amazing he recovered with just a few scars. It was amazing he survived at all.]

And don't take credit for what that monster did.

[It's short and careful. Depending on how childishly Shigaraki reacted, that could be viewed as trying something. How verbal was he allowed to be, then?]

[retrievearms]

Why not? I'm the one who told him to do that. [Luckily for Aizawa, he's not taking it as an offense to him and is treating it like Aizawa doesn't know any better.] But ah I'm so glad to hear you survived. Isn't that cool? You were beaten by my Nomu and survived!

[His thumb digs sharply into the scar, as if to search for the damage underneath the skin. He's also testing it to see if Aizawa still has any pain. Seeking for a reaction of any sort; really he just wants more to be happy about because it shows him what his Master was trying to explain to him. That sometimes losing and retreating is ok because you get to see how you grow from the experience.]

You're lucky, you know? He was bio-engineered to kill All Might.

[dryeyes]

[At that point, he was just going wild with something that didn't belong to him. Whoever made the Nomu was ten times the threat than someone just playing around with one. How much was that figure involved in this operation? Who was really pulling the strings here?]

[There's the slightest wince, more about the proximity of Shigaraki's thumb to his eye than anything else. The pain had mostly settled only coming back as phantom pain and the increased refractory period on his quirk. The elbow still ached at times but, again, information was key in this situation. The more he kept to himself the better.]

[Still, contrary to how he seemed to his students, Aizawa did have emotions and could be riled. He didn't swear or react like Bakugou. His anger was a little more cold and contained. All he has to say in response to Shigaraki's bragging is the simple fact.]

He couldn't even do that. [It was reckless to say. That monstrosity had nearly completed its objective. If another one of the same intensity attacked, All Might might not be able to defeat it.]

[retrievearms]

[Aizawa struck a nerve finally because Shigaraki pulls his hand back like he'd just touched a hot stove. He brings the hand to his mouth, gritting his teeth as he silently seethed over the truth. Shigaraki's own scars from that day showing on his hand where he'd been shot. His Nomu didn't finish the job. Not only that but his Nomu was captured. So close. So fucking close. He'd done all that work only to have spent all his resources on a botched assassination attempt. Just thinking about that day is enough to send him into his own despair. Twitching madly, he's ready to scratch away at his rage. Try as he might the little self control he has isn't enough to contain himself.

But then his Master's words ring clearly in his mind. Information. They'd learned things that day. It's okay to fall as long as you stand back up.]

Oh. But he sure came close didn't he? Damn close.

[Shigaraki pulls his hand away from his mouth and moves to stand up, glaring down at Aizawa.]

[dryeyes]

[It was a cheap, emotional lashing out. He's still satisfied to see it work. He's satisfied to feel even briefly in control. That's all it was, though: a feeling.]

[Like it or not, Shigaraki was in control here. If someone was pulling his strings, he'd have to figure it out as he went along. He had to be careful when it came to provoking his captors. He should he grateful that, somehow, the boss was able to pull himself together.]

How about this time? Did you get all you wanted? [He never did get a solid objective out of Dabi. Even with that clear downward look, Aizawa does not wear submissiveness well.]

[He won't openly disobey. Still, defiance keeps him steady.]

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Yes and more. [He snaps his fingers.] Kurogiri. Take care of our friend won't you? Before I decide he's not cool enough to be around anymore.

[Shigaraki needs time to recompose himself. Even if he was able to successfully pull himself out of the emotional tantrum, he's still reeling with anger and he's not about to fuck up his future plans by killing Aizawa out of rage.]

We'll talk again soon enough, hero.

[As he speaks, Aizawa is sinking into the black warp gate that just conveniently opened up beneath him, sending him to a dark room. It looks like someone's bedroom, or a computer room for the lack of anything related to a bed. Everything's locked- doors, computer, even the small filing cabinet near the desk. The only thing that really appears to be 'on' or working is a small tv near the desk that displays "SOUND ONLY." Ironic considering the mute symbol is bouncing across the screen like one of those old dvd screensavers. Other than that, the tv can't be changed or turned off, and occasionally flickers.

Looks like Aizawa's just going to have to wait to get his audience with the leader of the league again. He only has to wait an hour or so before the sound of a door knob is heard. At the same time the mute symbol disappears from the screen.]

[dryeyes]

[The sensation of falling while bound is never pleasant. Even if the warp gate settles him fairly well, it's just unsettling. He waits for his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting of the screen before working himself to a somewhat comfortable position.]

[So, he got everything he wanted and more? As far as he could see, that was only two targets. He could be lying. It could also be that simple. They attacked the training camp of the most valuable hero training program and took a student and teacher. That wasn't anything to scoff at. They'd proved themselves a persistent threat. That was dangerous.]

[He explores the room as best her can, finding nothing to serve as a lead, then settles back down. He had to wait. He doesn't even consider sleeping. That was too dangerous. Not only did it leave him vulnerable, he was certain that in a situation like this, the dreams would come.]

[He could probably not sleep until a rescue operation was conducted. Probably.]

[Eventually, someone's at the door. He tenses, not that there's anything he can really do about it. Still, it was a way of keeping himself alert. He needed to assess their objectives. He needed to know where Bakugou was being kept and why they were separated. He needed to be careful]

sometimes a family can be one tired hero and two wards of the state

[retrievearms]

[Jail was a bit much for Shigaraki Tomura. Without the support of his old Master or his comrades, it was clear just how terrified and messed up the poor lad was. The first week should have been telling to the police and heroes in charge of the prison because Shigaraki was a disaster for many different reasons. The first, and most obvious, was that he was alone. Confiscating his collection of hands, especially the one known as "father" was more devastating than imprisonment itself. He was wrought with anxiety for weeks. Begging them to return 'father' like an addict asking for one last fix. The second was how he handled negative emotions. Anxiety over the hands lead to him scratching at his skin. Anger at the schedule crafted for him lead to emotional outbursts. Those were the two problematic emotions and the ones most commonly seen on the ex-villain. The third disaster was the fucked up situation of it all when they'd found out who he really was. Shimura Tenko. They called him by that name once. At first he just laughed like it was some joke before becoming angry. Called them liars until he'd broke down because the proof was right there. Even with all the scars, the resemblance to Shimura Nana was still there and he couldn't deny it. No matter how much he tried.

It was just sad all around. The grandson of the mentor to the world's greatest hero, fallen victim to villainy. Fate had not treated him kindly.

But there was hope for him. An effort was made for him to steer him back on the path of righteousness. It was a slow process, one that would be riddled with bumps in the road for years to come. But after a few months of therapy and police questioning, it was decided that Shigaraki Tomura could be reformed. But he was not entirely pardoned of his crimes either. Someone still had to pay for the damage he'd wrought. But jail was too much for someone who was also a victim. There was an agreement that he'd take on community service to make amends for what he'd done wrong and that house arrest would be justifiable to keep tabs on his progress. Someone had to keep him in line because he was still wrought with emotional immaturity. He was still learning to be good. That's when the U.A. principal got involved, volunteering to help with this rehabilitation and it was sorted out from there.

Today would be the first day he'd be under the care of his new primary guardian.]

[dryeyes]

[Whenever Aizawa sat down for tea with Nezu, he knew an unsavory task was about to be dropped into his lap. At the same time, he knew every time he sat down for tea with Nezu he was going to end up agreeing to whatever task he was handed. Midnight may have been the one to put his recommendation in to the U.A. Principal but it was at the interview he knew he wasn't going to be able to refuse. So it's a slow, agonizing wait for Nezu to explain what would be happening.]

[The former leader of the League of Villains would be joining them in the faculty dorms. In the back of his mind, he's irritated. If part of his importance was tied to All Might's mentor, why wasn't he being stuck with that job? He knows why, though, he knows logically that even without the League behind him it was stupid to put those two together. All Might had lost his former power and Shigaraki- Shimura Tenko- may still have an unstable reaction to him.]

[And, of course, like Eri before him, Aizawa's Erasure made him an ideal candidate.]

[She's with him as he waits, standing outside the U.A. dorms. She hides behind his leg as if he were a very tall tree or something. If it were entirely up to Aizawa he'd want to keep these two separated longer. Nezu was hoping that the tiny girl would serve as a positive example. Still, he can feel the way she tenses up at seeing the police escort, even after all these months.]

Hey. [He'll nod to the escort first, with his usual degree of casual professionalism. Then, he'll turn his eyes back to their new charge. Despite everyone's efforts, he still looked a mess. His hair was still a scraggly mess (not that Aizawa was much better), his lips still a mess of chapping and scars, and there were some fresh bandages to imply the anxious scratching hadn't been solved yet. This was the spoiled child who had led to his face being smashed in, who slowly started to grow and honestly attempt to overthrow the status quo of the world.]

This is where you'll be staying as of today. I'm sure you had information about its layout, so I hope you find it comfortable.

[He's allowed to be a little prickly, although not outright aggressive.]

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[He's not unused to the prickly atmosphere and though his escorts were entirely professional in the way they handled the delivery of the new ward to U.A.- they still regarded Shigaraki coldly. The treatment wasn't new, and he knew he deserved it.

But he looks at Aizawa when he's spoken to, looking at the dorms and nodding politely to show he understood. He opens his mouth to try to say something, letting his mess of gray hair shield him. Everyone's watching him. Expecting things from him. There's a lot of pressure riding on his shoulders again. It makes him nervous as he brings a hand up to his neck to scratch two fingers at a fresh wound he'd picked at on the car ride here.]

Thank you for taking me in.

[No one moves to stop his anxious tic but one of the officers steps forward, trusting a small box at the ex-villain. Shigaraki barely has time to grab the box with his pinkies out, nearly accidentally setting off his quirk from the rashness of the officer. There wasn't much inside the box, just some donated clothes that barely fit him and a few hygiene products. Shigaraki didn't have much in the way of personal items, most of them had been confiscated and would never be returned to him for fear of relation to his former Master. But there was also a small journal that he was supposed to use to help track his recovery- something they could use to see if he needed an intervention or if there were any lapses.

He swallows hard, looking over at Aizawa again and down to where he could see Eri peeking out. His gaze doesn't linger long. Not when one of the officers hands over some paperwork for Aizawa and start to reiterate the rules of Shigaraki's stay. Strict curfew. No usage of electronics without supervision. No quirk usage without supervision. Attend scheduled therapy and community service. That the police and the school were allowed to look through his stuff at any time if they suspected him of skirting or breaking any of the rules. That Aizawa and the school was allowed to make additional rules. The usual spiel he'd already gotten from Nezu and his therapist when the news broke to him that he would be released under house arrest.

On and on the rules were yammered at him but he listened quietly. Only mumbling a few "yes sirs" and "no sirs" to show he understood. With that cleared away, they have him step to the side so they can configure the ankle bracelet. Making sure that it was in working order. Shigaraki just looks off into the distance, looking upset and moving his head against his shoulder to try to stifle that anxious itch. He really just wanted to be out of the spotlight.

Eventually they turn to Aizawa to make sure everything's to his satisfaction.]

[dryeyes]

[Aizawa still has his doubts about this arrangement. Still, despite his dislike of it, the police manage to prove why it should happen within minutes. This was a volatile situation. It needed to be dealt with carefully. Shigaraki didn't have the advantages Eri did- of appearing vulnerable and entirely used by the situation. Shigaraki was rightfully hated.]

[That wouldn't work for any sort of recovery. All that would do was continue to grow his anxieties, his hatred, and no good could come of it.]

[With the paperwork signed off on, he nods to the policeman closest to him.]

We'll take it from here.

[He could only trust Nezu and that there was an opportunity to improve, there. When leading Shigaraki into the dorms, Eri changes up to still keep Aizawa between herself and the stranger. There's plenty of time in the elevator for introductions.]

This is Eri. She was involved in the Eight Precepts incident. [Remember when you fucked Chisaki up? Good times, buddy.] She's also under our protection. [he glances down at her, patting her head.] Say hello, Eri.

[She stares at Shigaraki with wide, red eyes, and mumbles a "hi" before sneaking back behind Aizawa's leg.]

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[He's quiet when he listens to Aizawa introduce Eri. His eyes widening at the mention of the Eight Precepts- he remembers what he did to Chisaki and though he never met Eri. He had heard of her from Toga and Twice. Shigaraki's own red eyes look down at Eri, nodding at her little 'hi' before mumbling his own soft;]

Hi.

[Shigaraki doesn't have his own Dadzawa to hide behind so he just stares at his box. He shifts a little, having a hard time keeping his arm strength with the way he has to hold his pinkies out. If the cop had actually given him a heads up instead of trusting the box into his arms, he could have had a better grip on the box. Everyone was just trying to get rid of him. Maybe they were hoping he'd slip up amongst the heroes and that he'd wind up in the very same prison housing the other more dangerous villains.

The moment he gets some alone time he is definitely picking at the scabs on his arms and neck. Today has been nerve wracking for him and the cold shoulder treatment hasn't exactly helped in this emotional time. He wonders if maybe there's a nice hoodie in the box of donated clothes. This navy blue t-shirt makes him feel too exposed. Like everyone can see his scars and hate him even more. At least a hoodie would cover them up and give him a place to hide away into.]

Is it just us?

[dryeyes]

[It would certainly be easier to view things in black and white terms. Heroes were good, villains were bad, and jail was the simplest solution.]

[The world didn't work like that, though. If the principal saw the shades of gray here and respected them, then Aizawa would work with that. He could put aside any personal feelings about a villain that had threatened his students multiple times and smashed his face in. Right now, he was the sort of wreck that reminded him of captives and hostages.]

There are other U.A. staff as well. Thirteen is probably here the most often. I've been spending more and more time here because of Eri. [the little girl hangs her head a bit and Aizawa absently drops his hand to pat her head. It was just a fact; she wasn't a burden.]

If there's something you need, you'll ask whoever's around to get it arranged. I'd say that you could just text me but... [No unsupervised electronics usage. Giving him access to communication outside U.A.'s walls was risky at this point.] We'll see if we can swing that after we've cleared a few hurdles.

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[Being here felt like Shigaraki was a captive. Unable to do anything on his own without asking for permission or having constant supervision.]

I won't need anything. [He's forgetting something.] Sir.

[His words might come across as Shigaraki trying not to be a nuisance but really? He's just scared of the treatment he'll get. The escorts had already chaste him for 'being a waste of U.A.'s time' and scolded him for being a leech to the heroes. Threatened him that if he asked for too much or caused too much trouble and was too much of a burden to the teachers- he'd be the one to blame for the next crisis. Shigaraki didn't want that, didn't have the emotional capacity at the time to think logically; that he couldn't possibly be blamed for the next attacks unless he personally orchestrated them.

The ex-villain shifts uncomfortably, jumping a little like a skittish animal when the elevator door opens.]

[dryeyes]

[His eyes narrow a little bit. Respect was one thing but that quick amendment of "sir" really soured on him. He didn't really care about title or pleasantries. He'd have to correct that, eventually. There was something more important to correct, first.]

Everyone needs something.

[Shigaraki was able to ask for things. There was a stipend for his care from the state and U.A.'s ridiculous budget on top of it. Denying himself would just lead to more agitation, more scratching and more scabs. If they wanted to leave him to rot in prison, they would have. The doors open and they'll head out into the lounge area.]

Eri, you can head back to your room, if you want. We're going to talk a while longer. [Another gentle pat to the girl's head. She nods and scurries off, down the hallway to the rooms. He'd have to show Shigaraki around soon, set him up in his room, let him unpack, but there was one last thing to check.]

Hey. [Once Eri was out of earshot. She didn't need to know every detail. As far as he was concerned, Eri could think Shigaraki was the same as her: a victim of circumstance.]

What do you want to be called, now? [Shigaraki Tomura. Shimura Tenko. Aizawa didn't care much either way, he would work with either, but which one was easier to hear at this point?]

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[Shigaraki watches as Eri leaves, a little jealous of how carefree and free she was. But he doesn't linger on the thoughts, turning back to Aizawa when he's addressed.]

Tomura. Shigaraki Tomura. [He says it without hesitation. It was possibly the first thing he'd done in confidence since his arrival.

Try as he might to get used to people calling him Shimura Tenko, it didn't stick with him. He hadn't been called Tenko since that fateful day. In Shigaraki's mind, Tenko had died the night his father had also died. Both lost to that awful bloody mess.

He had concerns about keeping the name he had grown up with. Namely that if he was still going by Shigaraki Tomura- wouldn't everyone assume he was still plotting to do bad? It was a topic that his therapist worked with him a before his release. Reassuring him that it was ok to be either Tomura or Tenko and that by choosing either name he wasn't damning himself or earning himself redemption. It's what he did with his actions that would show others that he'd changed. Not a name. She'd also suggested that by keeping his identity, he could better come to terms with what he'd done and have an easier time rehabilitating back into society.]

[dryeyes]

[Aizawa respects that there is thought behind it. It's given without hesitation, so it's not his place to question it.]

Right, then, Tomura. [It's a degree of formality dropped. He could have his own way of separating the past from the present. He'd hardly even had a name in mind when the Nomu slammed his face into the dirt. Then it was Shigaraki, leader of the villain alliance. Now it was Tomura. First name, same as Eri, this was a child he was looking after.]

So you can drop the "sir" with me, got it? [He pauses, scratching the back of his neck in an idle gesture.]

I'm not your prison warden, that job's never interested me. I don't need someone calling me "sir" to stroke my ego. Aizawa is fine. Eraserhead is fine.

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Alright. Aizawa. [He tests the name cautiously, knowing it was alright to call his guardian by his name. It felt strange knowing that this man was his guardian. The very man he'd tried to murder before his first attempt at killing All Might. Shigaraki tries not to think about it.

His eyes watch the other scratch at the back of his neck and he breathes sharply. Suddenly reminded of his own]

What are the rules here. [He knows the rules of his rehabilitation but he's not foolish to think that the teachers he haven't placed some measure of rules in the dormitories for him. Especially after meeting Eri and finding out that she was slightly connected to him.] Can I set my box down Aizawa?

[He really has to scratch that itch.]

[dryeyes]

[It's as strange to hear his name from Shigaraki. It was certainly better than sir, though.]

Yeah. We can put it down in your room. [Since he assumes he'd like to do that soon he'll start heading in the direction Eri went earlier. His room is pretty close to the lounge area with only one or two doors in front of his. One is Aizawa's, so movement at any hour could be more carefully tracked.]

[The room is a bit more sparse than a student's but it's passable. He'll let Shigaraki set down the box while listing off the rules about curfew, stipends, and when to be ready for transport to the scheduled volunteering and therapy hours. He keeps an eye on the back of the younger man's neck. He could see the little nervous ticks building up.]

[He'd make a note for the therapist. They were probably already aware. They probably had a laundry list of issues to tackle already. It was a stressful day.]

Any other questions? [He could leave him alone. Or, well "alone." There were cameras that he'd probably put on his tablet while he was working.]