Lab rats.
That doesn't sound too fun. Yet, that is what I was my whole life.
Until we met the boss, that is. He took us and gave us a life outside the labs- his main rule for this? Don't get caught and follow orders.
So, how did I...
Azazel shuffled out of the shared bedroom, uncomfortably pulling down his costume, "I suddenly don't like this," he expressed, his tail flicking behind him in agitation. Mira chuckled, and ruffled his hair, because Azazel was actually covering most everything, except for like- his hands and his forehead, and even then, his hair was long and it usually covered most all of his face.
[R/n] guessed it was because it was a little tighter than what he was used to, but honestly, she did not understand why. Azazel had a good body! He was naturally slim, and she just did not understand howhe didn't like to show off more. She never pried though, they were all the same but thought higher of eachother. That was the reason she had asked for the males U.A. uniform- of course, it didn't really work.
"You look great, Azazel," [R/n] said, shooting her brother a small reassuring grin, as she herself tugged at the gloves of her costume. She was okay showing her legs, but her arms and stomach just revealed her scars that she didn't like, Mira was lucky enough to have the same sort of costume as Azazel too. Lucky bastards.
Mira laughed, "She's right y'know," his abstract amber eyes shifted like water in his orbs, "I'm make us all a victory meal, deal?"
A new, dark red limb protruded from Azazel's back, "No, you're making it whether or not we win!" Rampage, or 7-9-2, Azazel's symbiote partner said, his pink eyes narrowing. Azazel waved him off, while the blonde in front of them chuckled nervously. The three of them continued to converse, easing one another's nervousness from the inevitable battle to come.
"Symbiotes," a new voice broke into their conversation, immediately making the three siblings jump and look back, to look at Kurogiri, "It's time." Welp. The nerves were coming back. Especially to [R/n] and Azazel, the male flicked his tail and fluttered his wings, while the girl's hands shook, so she crossed them over her chest to help stabilize.
The blonde sighed, coming in between the teenagers and putting his hands on their shoulders, "Don't worry you guys, remember you've got me to pull you out of any trouble!"
The younger villains shared a small look and hesitantly nodded. It was times like these they were ever so grateful for having him as their older brother.
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We stood behind Shigaraki, whose body was covered with overly pale, paper white severed hands. He was clad in black, as per usual, and was staring up at the entrance to the U.S.J. where, twenty students, plus two teachers stood; in defense. Next to me, on my right was Azazel, his hands stuffed in his pockets and to my left Mira, who had his head resting on his hands behind him, and even if I couldn't see his eyes or face through his mask, I could tell he had a smug expression.
