No Dream Privacy

"I left the shampoo bottle in the shower room so you can use it later since I know you always forget yours." Akane yelled to his brother from his room as he dried his hair.

It was already nearing noon but, the employees of Akatsuki were only beginning to wake up. Though, this is just the norm for workers of the red light district.

With heavy eyelids, Akira lifelessly trudged towards the shared bathroom, carrying his towel and most of his essentials. Only to pause at a certain junction of his path.

Slowly, he rubbed his eyes, trying to check if he was still dreaming. He blinked once, then twice.

Nope, still there.

"Akira, can you wake boss up after your shower?" Akane yelled, only to be confused when he heard no response.

See, Akira wasn't really what you would call a social person, choosing to keep to himself than be outgoing but, he still responded properly when referred to specifically.

Meanwhile-

A little green bunny was hopping in circles around a little house with a strange shadow following it. The shadow had a burnt complexion with a strange half eaten head and spat out hot fumes from its mouth.

"Akira what-" Having exited his room, Akane found his brother squatting in front of a door, watching something with rapt attention.

No matter what it did, the bunny couldn't escape from the shadow, causing it to drop comically large tears on the ground. The shadow continued chasing the bunny.

"What- What is this?" Akane whispered in fascination as he watched the miniature creatures run around.

"You can see it too? So I wasn't hallucinating." Akira muttered as his older brother crouched beside him in interest.

Suddenly, the shadow leaped forward and tackled the poor bunny, making it scream in fear.

"Mgh? What are the two of you doing there?" From behind the two, a door slowly creaked open, revealing the less than presentable face of their boss.

"Shh! Not now, boss!" Akane waved Shisei away before turning back to the little creatures.

"Huh, what-" Shisei peered over Akane's head and gasped.

The tiny shadow had a stick bigger than its whole body on its hand and was beating the tiny bunny with it rather brutally.

"Do you have any idea what's happening, boss?" Akane whispered.

Having yet to get rid of his early morning daze, Shisei was momentarily confused. Until he caught sight of the room number on the door in front of them.

U2-6C.

"It's probably Kumo-chan's quirk..?" Shisei said, unsure.

"Mikumo?" Akane tilted his head, remembering their new coworker.

"Yeah. I remember his quirk as being able to give physical form to his imaginations..." Shisei mumbled as the last of his sleepiness ebbed away. "Or something like that."

"Damn." Akane whistled, impressed.

"That's cool." Even Akira commented, not taking his eyes off the mini creatures.

Suddenly, the bunny's cheeks cracked and its mouth opened wide, revealing rows of sharp teeth as it bit down on the remaining half of the shadow's head, ripping it straight off of its neck. Then it proceeded to commit arson on the tiny house that it was previously running around.

"Well, that got dark quickly." Akira muttered as the other two were similarly taken aback.

Watching as the images disappeared with a pop, the three accidental viewers were in astounded silence.

Then, before anyone could stop him, Shisei quietly jiggled the room's doorknob, pleasantly surprised to find it unlocked.

...

And that was how Mikumo woke up to find three people staring at him in creepy eagerness.

"...What?"

Mikumo blinked slowly, his voice raspy with sleepy laziness.

"Did you happen to use your quirk just now?" Getting straight to the point, Shisei asked away.

Meanwhile, Mikumo was confused. "I was sleeping?"

"Then, do you recall anything about a green bunny being chased by a shadow?" Akane asked, his eyes brightly shining.

"That said bunny later killing the shadow and committing arson." Then in came Akira, pouring down on his brother's enthusiasm with a monotone voice.

Mikumo furrowed his brows, looking at the three in suspicion. "That was my dream. Why?"

"Oh! So you projected your dream with your quirk accidentally in your sleep!" Shisei said in realization.

Mikumo was startled.

"...Huh?"

...

And so, later that day, Mikumo found himself heading towards Himitsuno Yume's base wearing clothes that he borrowed from an unknown worker who was close to his size.

Though it was still a little too big for him with the collar hanging loosely on his shoulders.

Fortunately, the red light district was much safer in the morning with most of the suspicious people catching up on sleep and he managed to remember the route to the base sufficiently the day before. Successfully convincing Shisei to let him go alone was another challenge altogether though.

Well, he finally had a long bath session so, atleast something was going right.

Walking in deep thought, he pondered about the issue with his quirk.

Ah, it seemed that his dreams would have no privacy until he could control his quirk while asleep.

Finally arriving at his destination after a short walk, Mikumo took a good look at the supposed drug den which had the appearance of a regular inn from the outside. It even acted as one too. The only difference being the basement where a large space was dug out to serve as a secret laboratory and meeting place for dealers.

What surprised Mikumo was the total lack of guards both outside and inside, making it easy for him to get in.

Wouldn't it be too unsafe to just leave a drug den unguarded? Or maybe they did this deliberately to throw off the authorities? Since having too many guards in a regular inn would be too suspicious.

"-Hopper?" Arriving in front of the door leading to the common room, Mikumo heard Dreamcloud's voice coming from inside, pausing his hand which was just about to knock.

"About the guy who sold us out to the police..." Hopper's voice said. It seemed that neither men noticed his presence yet. "Kappa-san just called and said he escaped!"

Mikumo swore he wasn't purposely eavesdropping. It just sort of happened this way since it would be awkward if he just burst through the door during an important conversation.

"Fortunately, the guy doesn't have much information about us other than knowing we distribute Wish." Dreamcloud sighed. "And he doesn't know about this base either. But-"

"It would be rather unbecoming of us if we just let him go without consequence."

Mikumo shivered. This was his chance!

Making up his mind, he softly knocked on the door, making the conversation on the other side come to a halt.

"Oh! Akatani!" Hopper opened the door and greeted carefully when he saw Mikumo's face. "You're here to pick up your clothes, right? It's already been cleaned yesterday so you can just take it."

Although the older man tried to speak cheerfully, his eyes were darting all over the place, refusing to make contact with his own. And, with the slightly shaking hands, it was obvious to see that Hopper feared Mikumo to a certain extent, which Mikumo failed to notice the day before with too much happening at once.

He was most likely the person who carried him out of the warehouse the day before, which meant that the man had seen his kill. Still, Hopper did, sort of, save him so he should feel gratitude for the man but, he couldn't really feel anything at the moment.

"Mm. Thanks." Mikumo nodded politely instead.

Moving his gaze away from Hopper, Mikumo's eyes strayed to where Dreamcloud was supposed to have been sitting, only to find that the man had already left at some point.

Mikumo inwardly sighed.

"The guy who sold you out... What's his name?" Mikumo suddenly asked, turning to face Hopper, who handed him his clothes, seriously. "Do you have a picture of him?"

Hopper was taken aback, forgetting to avert his eyes and coming face to face with the most chill inducing eyes he had ever seen. "Y-yes..?"

"Good. Let me see it." Mikumo requested- no, ordered.

Seemingly unable to control his actions, Hopper pulled his phone out and showed a picture of a man with a prominent scar on his face in the shape of a cross on the left side of his cheek.

"Alright. I'll keep an eye out." Mikumo took his clothes from Hopper's hands and walked out as silently as he came, leaving the older man to stare at his back in fear.