#crack fic coded

Rage against the neverending storm (Rated E)

Written for day 2 of @zelgan-week!

Synopsis: You thought you had a rat problem and try to deal with it. Borrower Shigaraki gets stuck in a gule trap. Does he deserve it though? He did steal your stuff.

Words: 600 ish?

You notice that your house is so dusty as of late so you decided to do a big spring clean. As you do you hear scurring in the walls. You thought you might have a rat problem. You believed so even more when you find a trail of crumb leading to a "nest" of some of socks that have gone missing. So you set up rat traps inside. One night you hear it go off in your kitchen. Investigate it you only find that said trap snapped in two, with wood chips scattered around like dust. You're dumb brain could only register as this being a big ass city rat, so you invest in something less breakable. The following night sounds were coming from the kitchen again. Groggy from sleep you armed yourself with a broom (in case said rat attacks) and investigate. You find no rat but an intruder. A very small intruder. Stuck in said glue trap. You thought you might be still dreaming but that thought quickly went away as you heard the little man panic and become distressed by your presence.

You really didn't know what to do, your attempts to pry them from the trap were quickly met with the little guy biting your thumb, causing it to bleed. You back off and wince at the pain.

The little fella stopped struggling, a mixture of exhaustion and pain twisted his face. He just stared at you as you began to panic from this whole ordeal. Completely unamused he tisked, trying at this attempt to escape again he reached for his make shift knife from his pocket. Yet his arms were not moving an inch.

He could hear you talking to him. Were you asking him something? He wasn't really paying attention. Only then in the flicker of his sight he saw you reaching out to him again. He began to panic once more.

"FUCKEN DON'T TOUCH ME YOU FILTHY HUMAN BEAN!!" He snarled with venom.

He watched the person's eyes bulge out from shock, mouth wide open.

"You-u can talk?" You questioned, clearly freaking out even more by this whole ordeal.

"Naw your just hearing thinks, oh course I can bloody talk". He said as he muttered 'stupid human bean' under his breath.

"I uh ..." You stutter, really utterly lost for words at this point. You sit in silence as you watch the little man continue to struggle. You wince as you saw his skin becoming irritated and raw as parts were starting to feel off from the glue.

"let me help" you whisper. You're concerned we're only met by a scoff from the tiny human.

"This is all my fault that you're like this, it's the least I can do" you say.

He stopped his useless struggle and looked up to you, further irritated as you continued to talk to him.

"I'm not going to owe you anything". He plainly says. You try to reassure him that's not why you want to help him but he cuts you off. " Oh course you will , it's what you human beans do, you always take, TAKE , TAKE FROM US! you won't take MY freedom. Not again.... anything but that."

"...."

You clearly picked a sore subject with the way how he reacted. All you could do was watch as he cowers, further continually mumbling underneath his breath. You couldn't fully understand him. Somewhere in between you thought you heard him say 'Master' and 'Friends being separated'.

He was dead set with that mindset and wasn't going to change with empty promises from a stranger. So you came up with an idea.

"Right....well that was you who has been stealing my things lately, I found your little stash of sorts. Yet I'm still missing some stuff. If I help you out, all I ask is that you give me the other stuff back."

"I didn't take shit, I borrowed it!" That seemed to get his attention. He snarls back from the offense, yet with less malice. He huffs as he turns his head away from you.

"Okay, okay borrowed....I free you and you return the stuff you "borrowed", alright ?"

There was silence between you two as you waited for his response.

"Fine" is all that he says. Still not looking at you. He sighs though, body still on edge yet exhaustion creeps in once more.

"Okay wait there" You say without thinking, cringing a second later.

You hear a raspy snicker from him, "Yeah no shit".

You get up and get some hot water and a cloth. It was a tedious task trying to soften the gule enough to not further peel his skin off. He didn't jap you with a snarky comment nor fight back this time as you touched him. You could see he was tired and numb with pain to do so. Eventually when he was free from the trap, you set him down in front of you, let he was in a daze, as if his mind was somewhere else.

His lack of awareness and response as you asked him if he's okay only increased your concern for his current state. You reach out to nudge him, careful not to go near his face (you didn't wish to get bitten by him again).

"Hey there little buddy, I'm just gonna wipe the blood off you now. You okey if I also disinfect and wrap your wounds too?"

It takes him awhile to respond but he gives a throaty hum in approval.

By the time you gather the extra supplies to treat him, you re-enter the room to find him passed out. You sign in both your own exhaustion and stress as you tended him. You still didn't even know his name or what he was. ' I guess tiny people exist now' You thought to yourself.

You just feel awful about the whole ordeal. You promised to never invest in these traps again, it was far too cruel to witness it in action.

As you tended him you noticed older wounds around his neck, ringed-like but faded. It almost looked like it came from a collar and it made your guilt feel all the more worse as you remember what he said to you. 'Freedom taken', a 'Master'? Wherever he was before, he escaped and sought refuge where he could... And you made his life shitter by further causing him pain.

You sigh as you gently pick him up and enter your room. Placing him gently in his little 'nest' you head to bed yourself. You know tomorrow will just be as hectic, and you really weren't prepared for what was to come next.

Certainly didn't expect to find him not only gone but somehow replaced all your socks with dust???.