{Maizey}
Silence. That was all I heard on the broom ride. I can see a building in the horizon., the sun setting. "Is that it?" I speak, looking up at Yami, who's kept a specific amount of space between our brooms. He doesn't even glance back at me as he replies. "Yeah, it is."
As we land in front, I see a line of men and women lined up. Yami hops off of his broom. "How we doin' on chores?" He says, his face blank. I hop off of my broom, standing next to him. I make eye contact with Adam. His green eyes are surrounded by scratches, his red hair messy. He's wearing a tank top and cargo pants, his shirt stained with black marks. Despite his look of misery, he manages to wink at me. I look away, furrowing my eyebrows. Finral, the portal mage from the day before me smiles. "Newbie did everything. Then we made him do it four more times to be thorough." Yami smiles, starting to walk inside. "Take Shigaraki to her new bedroom. After dinner, training starts when the moon fully rises."
"I'll find it myself," I say, shouldering my bag. Yami turns to me, no emotion in his eyes. "No, someone will escort you. I don't want you wandering around here."
"I don't need an escort. I'm a big girl, I can do it by myself." The squad stays quiet, sensing the tension between us. "Quick tip," he says, striding towards me. "If you want to make it far in this squad, you'll do as I say." He lowers himself. "I am your captain. You do what I say, when I say it, where I want. Adam, take her to her room, help her unpack, then both of you get started on dinner." I bite the inside of my cheek as Adam tugs me inside. He leads me up a set of stairs and down a hallway. "We'll be living across from each other, so we're training buddies. We go to the training room at a certain time to spare each day, we're only training as a squad so the newbies, us," He explains, "can get a look at everyone's skill level. After tonight it'll be just us." I look at him. "Geez, you've been here one day and they've already got you on a leash." I say, following him. His shoulders move up and down as he laughs, turning to look at me. "I don't think you realize who we're staying with."
"We're staying with the Black Bulls," I say, walking faster to meet his strides. "The 'outcasts' thrown into one group,' I've very much heard the rumors. But regardless, most of these people are extremely powerful. Yami-- Captain Yami wouldn't have chosen them if he didn't believe that they didn't have potential." Adam glances at me as he leads me to a door. He opens it, gesturing for me to go inside. "Sit your bags down and I'll meet you down for dinner. We're making sushi."
I head downstairs, dressed in athletic shorts and an oversized shirt. I greet Asta as he bugs me about how my scars are doing, and that they desperately need to be changed. The blood seeps through the bandages, making the cloth slippery on my skin. I sigh and greet other squadmates, or at least try to. They look at me and laugh as I tie my hair up in a bun and enter the dining room, where Adam sits, cutting seaweed into rectangles. "I'll get started on the rice," I say, heading to the kitchen and grabbing ingredients. I sit down next to him getting to work. I glance at him and laugh. He looks over. "What?" He says, raising an eyebrow. I shake my head. "For someone so misogynistic, you sure are good in the kitchen." I giggle. Adam rolls his eyes, smiling. "Shut up and make the rice balls."
We laugh and joke as we prepare dinner, our squadmates entering as we finish up. Yami enters last, eyeing me and Adam. I look at him for a second, then look away. I need to focus. I pass out plates as Adam comes around placing food on each one. "Is this it?" Magna says, pushing his sunglasses down. He eyes me specifically. I look at him. "Excuse me?" I say calmly, grabbing the water pitcher. He smirks. "Is this all you made? We're in a war, we need to eat more than this if we're going to fight. Go make some more, newbie."
I calmly pour water into each persons cup. "Actually, this meal is very nutritious. It'll give you everything you need for training, and it's very light." I say snarkily. "I don't care, go make some more."
"Make it yourself."
"Who do you think you're talking to?" He sneers. I shrug. "Just standing up for myself. I've been initiated before. You're not gonna make me lose my cool. It'll take a lot more. Eat and shut your mouth before I do it for you." I put the water pitcher down and start to walk out of the dining room. "Where are you going?" Yami and Adam say in unison. They eye each other awkwardly. I turn a bit. "I need to change my bandages. Don't have much of an appetite anyhow." I turn and walk out the door, heading up the stairs. I hear the door once more, sighing and turning. "Adam, go eat--"
"I'm not Adam." Yami says, joining me at the steps. I bite my lip and turn around. I continue up the stairs and head down the hallway. Yami follows. "You can't do those by yourself,"
"I have been for months. Just because you've done it once or twice doesn't make you my doctor."
"Stop that," Yami says, grabbing my waist and turning me around. He looks down at me, I put my hands on his, at first attempting to push them away, but as soon as I touch his hands, a low growl escapes his mouth. "Yami,--"
"Yeah, yeah. I know, you're trying to focus," Yami says, lowering his neck and breathing behind my ear. "keep your head clear." His hands tighten on my waist, and he kisses my ear. I breathe, holding his hands tighter. "We're in the hallway," I say, exposing my neck. "someone will see this, I don't want them to get the wrong idea,"
"And what idea would that be?" He asks, pressing his body against mine. I feel his hardness on my stomach. I shake my head. "No, Yami, I can't." I say, pushing away. "I'm not built for this. I don't want to start something that I can't finish." Yami nods, leading me into the bathroom. "Then we'll be nothing," he says, kissing my neck. "No relationship, no nothing. Just two people who need to... settle some frustration." He sits me on the counters, getting on his knees. He opens my legs, pulling my pants of, then my panties. "Can I do this for you, Maizey?"