I decided to write something for my Half-siblings Theory. I really am attached to this theory! Big Brother Tenko makes me so soft! I chose to write the food court scene. I'm currently debating on whether or not to write an entire fanfic. But then again, I have other stories to worry about. I really do need to complete them. If you're interested in this being something, please let me know.
Surprisingly enough, the food court did have apples. Well, to be specific, the gindaco section had apple slices. But Tomura didn't want her eating just fruit. So he bought a tempura bowl with soy sauce, a peach boba tea, and a bowl filled to the brim with apple slices. Medium. All for her.
"You didn't have to buy so much." Eri said quietly, staring at the tray of food that Tomura had brought to their table. Tomura shrugged and sat down across from her. He sat the tray between them.
"I didn't want you to eat so little." Tomura said simply.
"Can we please share?" Eri asked, glancing up at him. Her query sounded innocent, but he knew what she was implying. She wanted to see him eat first. That way she would know the food was alright and that he nor the staff members had done anything to it. 'Smart girl.' Tomura thought, chuckling to himself. Agreeing to her terms, Tomura took an apple slice and presented it to her. Eri inspected it thoroughly, taking note of the color and even the smell of the sliced fruit. Once she was satisfied, she nodded and gave him the ok to eat. Tomura nodded back and popped the apple slice into his mouth. He chewed slowly, staring the girl right in the eyes as he did. Eri watched with great caution. She looked genuinely worried for Tomura. Chew, chew, chew, swallow. Eri waited for something bad to happen. Nothing. She waited for a little longer, but still, nothing happened. Tomura was still alive and well.
"I'm fine." Tomura reassured her, further putting her mind at ease. Eri bit her lip, her eyes glancing over her options. She wanted to try the tempura. And she didn't need Tomura try it to know that it was safe. 'He risked his life for me.' Eri thought as she reached for a fried shrimp. 'It could have been poisoned, but he still risked his life for me.' She told herself. Eri hummed thoughfully as inspected the prawn. It smelled really good and it looked appetizing too. She glanced back at Tomura before she slowly sunk her teeth into the shrimp. She chewed, and chewed, and chewed. With each bite, she felt more warm and content. This was comforting.
"I like it." Eri finally said. Tomura chuckled and smiled at her. It was crooked and awkward. Real.
"I'm glad." Tomura said. And he meant it. Eri hummed and reach for another shrimp. She dunked it in soy sauce and nibbled on it, the sauce dripping down her fingers. Eri frowned and licked the soy sauce before it made a mess. 'How odd. But also cute, I suppose.' Tomura thought. "Eri."
"Yes?" Eri replied softly.
"How old are you?" Tomura asked.
"Six." Eri answered. Typically kids answered this question with childish pride. But her response was just a plain statement. He wondered if she was always like this or if she was like other children. Before Overhaul. "Tenko-kun." Tomura snapped out of his brooding and gave the little girl a hum in acknowledgement. "How old are you?" Eri asked in return.
"Twenty." Tomura answered. "You're very smart for your age, you know that?"
"I had a strict teacher." Eri replied quietly. 'Of course that bastard would have her schooled in captivity.' Tomura frowned to himself. 'Overhaul will have a slow and painful death.' Tomura promised. "Do they hurt?" Eri suddenly asked. Tomura tilted his head in confusion. "Your scars?" She asked, pointing to his face and his neck.
"No." Tomura replied, running his fingertips over his throat subconsciously. "You got scars too?" He asked curiously. Eri pursed her lips and nodded. "Do they hurt?"
"Not anymore." Eri confessed, glancing down at her hands. "What's your favorite color?" She asked, changing the subject. And he was fine with that.
"Mine too." Eri said. There was no smile on her lips, but there was one in her eyes. "What's your favorite food?" She continued to ask basic questions.
"I really like tempura." Tomura said, stealing another shrimp and shoving it in his mouth like the crumb-snatcher he was. Eri snorted.
"I can tell." Tomura said. "You ever play videogames before?" He asked, even though he already knew what she was going to say. Eri shook her head. "Whenever you get the chance, you should. They're really fun."
"I'll ask Aizawa-kun about it."
"Do you like Aizawa-kun?" Tomura suddenly asked. Given that he had his own beliefs, he didn't see the appeal when it came to heroes. Eraserhead was an exception, mostly because he was an Underground Hero. He wanted to hear her opinion though.
"He makes me feel safe." Eri stated. "Do you have someone like that?"
"A good friend of mine." Tomura said, referring to Kurogiri. He trusted his right-hand man more than anything. More than his Sensei. Kurogiri saved him multiple times, took care of his wounds, made sure he slept. Kurogiri cared for him. Tomura remembered asking his right-hand man if he hated watching over an overgrown child and Kurogiri simply responded with: "When I was young, I was tasked with watching over a four-year-old. That four-year-old was you. I have watched you grow from a shy toddler to a resourceful young man. You have your moments, but I enjoy being in your company."
"Look!" Eri squealed, pointing excitedly. Tomura peered over his shoulder and saw what she was pointing at: Eraserhead. "Here comes Aizawa-kun!"
"I have to go." Tomura said hurriedly, getting up and clumsily flipping his hood over head. "My friend is waiting for me." He lied. It would be best if he left now. If he didn't start making tracks quick then the Pro Hero would recognize him. "I hope Aizawa-kun continues to make you feel safe." Tomura said honestly. He would hate to kill his favorite exception. "See you soon, Little One."
"See you soon, Tenko-kun." With that, he shoved his hands deep in his pockets and shuffled away. Disappearing into the crowd.
"Eri!" Shouta shouted. Eri whipped her head in his direction, raising her hands and calling her guardian. Shouta finally spotted her. Shouta came sprinting towards the little girl and surprised her when he scooped her up. He sighed in relief and scanned her over. There were bits of crumbs and dots of soy sauce around her mouth. Her hands were dirty too. But Eri was fine. Turning his focus to the table, he saw the unfinished meal and dozens of napkins. Somebody was with her. "Are you hurt?" Shouta asked worriedly, and she shook her head. "Who were you with?"
"Nobody." Eri lied. She wanted to tell Shouta everything about her new friend, but something told her that wasn't good idea. She saw the panicked expression on Tomura's face and how hasty he made his exit. Not wanting to risk the safety of her new friend, she decided to keep everything to herself. Shouta frowned. He hated that Eri was keeping secrets from him. Secrets that could possibly jeopardize her safety. But he knew that she wasn't going to say anything else and chose to leave it at that. Eri would crack soon enough though. She was only a child. And children are bad at keeping long-term secrets.
"We're going home now." Shouta said. "Do you want a box?"
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