First part is in Shiggy's perspective.
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I don't remember everything either, y/n.
I remember far more than you do. My Sensei ensured that when he took us in.
For a long time, I mistook his care for kindness. His attention for love.
A part of me probably always knew he was bound to use us, but another just wanted to feel safe again.
At first, it was.
It was peaceful.
He tried to heal the scars on my face. The bruises and scrapes on your arms.
He fed us. Gave us a room to share. A roof to live under.
But for some reason, I couldn't stop scratching.
Couldn't stop bleeding and wanting to destroy and hurt all at the same time.
The only thing that ever kept me from going insane was you.
You never gave into Sensei's lies.
You were so much younger than me, but somehow, you always knew.
Despite the fact that I feared touching you- feared destroying the only person I had left- feared you'd leave me-
You never blamed me for what happened.
You said I was kind and that you loved me no matter what.
You just... took my hand anyway...
The one thing I'll never forget for the rest of my life was that Sensei only ever separated us once.
It was a day my quirk made me so sick I vomited in the room. It made me see things I didn't want to see- Hana falling apart, the ground crumbling beneath my feet, mother falling apart, my voice unable to speak, grandpa and grandma falling apart, the earth swallowing me whole, father falling apart, everything, everything, everything, everything, everything, Everything!
I was screaming so loud, rolling on the floor, scratching so hard I almost tore my own throat out. It hurt so badly I thought I would die. I thought I'd just die, I wanted to die but...
I couldn't leave you.
I had to stay for you, so I held on- I just tried to hold on.
When he returned, Sensei cocked his head to the side and frowned as if displeased with my state.
He tsked, knelt and held me down so I would stop fussing.
"Do you know what this feeling is, Tenko?" He asked, as I heaved for breath, clutched at my chest, white light blinding my vision. "This is your itch for violence."
The man crept closer as he told me the only truth I'd ever know.
"Give into it. And the pain will stop."
So, my Sensei sent me out onto the street for all of a day.
He told me to kill whomever had displeased me.
He said that was the only way the itching would go away.
It was the only way I'd calm down and be able to see you again.
So, I left.
It was cold, the water hitting my hood from the sky as I crept through the slums as a ten year old.
