Red is such a beautiful color

Chapter 5. Crimson

Two dull green orbs stare up at the cracked ceiling, dissociating. Visions and memories of Izuku's childhood flashes in and out like static in front of him. From the most recent and clear all the way to the point when he was but just a toddler, those were the fuzziest moments. The ones where everything was easier, the ones where his mother always said 'love you' or 'beautiful boy' and other sweet nothings.

But the happy-fun-great memories get over shadowed by the long years of cold stares and limited contact, the main memories he can vividly recall of his mother's limited conversations were the forms of treatment and lessons that she always wanted Izuku to follow and drill into his brain.

Izuku gripped his hair in frustration as he closed his eyes tightly, failing to block out the bad-scary-horrible flashes of memories. It's one of the main reasons he adores drinking blood in large quantities now. The effect it has on his brain drinking normally for just satisfying his need for it was already dipping his foot into the pool of overwhelming endorphins and ecstasy. But drinking till a person passes out or keels over? Orgasmic.

His brain goes a mile high and all he can feel and think is absolute elation. It's one of the only things that can put a block on all these annoying-stupid-intrusive thoughts and memories. The static in Izuku's mind gets worse the longer he doesn't get his ambrosia.

Izuku tightens his hold on his hair and stares off into space as the memories get blurred together in a swirling mass of anxiety and confusion. It wasn't until a knock on the door that broke him out of his discomforting thoughts.

"Oi, get the hell out of the room you ditz. It's been two days and smog face is getting fidgety about your wellbeing." The gruff voice through the door could only be Dabi, if the crude words weren't enough for Izuku to figure it out.

Izuku swipes a hand through his fluffy green hair, his hand got locked in all sorts of knots of his recently washed curls. It was sad to see the pretty red get washed out but it felt oh so good to have a shower after so long! His hair grew to his shoulders! He didn't even notice while he was out there going to victim to victim, the length of it felt natural to him on a strange note, but it felt too heavy for his liking. Maybe some day he'll keep it long to see how it feels!

With a more subdued manic smile he flops out of his bed with a light ruffle of the many blankets and swung open to meet the disinterested face of his favorite pierced burnt jerky.

"Hi~ Dabi-kun! Whatcha want?" Blue orbs look up from his blunt nails and bore into Izuku's green ones. "Handyman said we are finally going on a 'quest' and he needs everyone downstairs, bastard decided I was the messenger apparently" the way he spoke was in a drawl indicating the obvious exhaustion that his bloodshot eyes he's sporting.

Izuku hummed and skipped along the creaky wood flooring, all the while Dabi followed behind in a slow stride.

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Completion flashing on his screen Shigaraki's piercing ruby orbs stare at the newest recruits in judgment. Magne and spinner arguing about something or another with Twice in one booth while Dabi stared blankly at compress and Izuku bouncing in his seat smiling a toothy expression in the other. Compress was the only one standing, specifically in front of the two booths doing some.. tricks? Hard to tell when your staring at the back of a corny vest.

Shigaraki tossed his game behind him, knowing Kurogiri awaited the action and easily slipped the portable device into one of his portals for his master's later use. Shigaraki's stool creaked as he got up on tired limbs and stalked toward the group of misfits, his party.