In another area far from the school's location and up in the mountains lied an abandoned factory, yet within the building held two groups. Both held different ideas and ideologies, making them rivaling enemies in their own rights. Both leaders held narrowed stares towards the other. Unrelenting, battling the others will.
"He ain't such a bad guy once you get a chance to talk to him! So I told him to come to you, Shigaraki!" Twice, a member of the League of Villains [and Deadpool looking character]. "He's kinda creepy!"
Shigaraki, after his defeat against the heroes and the loss of his teacher as well master, the man seemed to drastically change of composure. He no longer seemed to give off this spoiled child aura nor impatience as well. Sporting on a large black trench coat with deathly paled hands strapped around his arms and shoulders. With the larger hand masked over his face still.
Leaning against the wall sagely, the gray haired villain slightly smirked to himself, "Quite a whopper you've landed for us, Twice."
Annoyed at the derogatory nickname, "Whopper? You being sarcastic, League of Villains?" The man that Twice had brought with him was quite the interesting figure. Wearing a furred baggy jacket around the hood, black jeans, sneakers, but popped out the most is their mask. A seemingly punk version of a bird's beak with its nuts and bolts. Slightly frazzled dark brown hair and narrowed golden orbs.
Though the League is meant to keep a low profile due to the heroes and police on the search for them, Kenji, Aka Mag, raised a brow towards the stranger, "What? This guy's famous?" Clearly not recognizing them from any news nor media.
Thankfully their new leader shown some light, "My master showed me his picture once." Keeping his calm stare on the person before him, "He's a yakuza. The young head of the Shie Hassaikai."
Intrigued greatly, showing their feminine side, pulling his arms up and under their chins, "A gangster?! I've never met one before. He's got an aura of danger about him!"
The psychotic blonde school girl within the group tilted her head up, meeting gazes with a fellow member, "What makes him so different from us?"
"My dear young Toga-chan, let this old-timer explain it to you." Though quite the trickster and gentleman of the group, he gladly explained to the girl, "Once upon a time, the underworld was controlled by a number of big, scary organizations. As heroes came about, these groups were exposed and slowly dissipated. Then All Might brought an end to them altogether. The dregs that never got caught went on to serve am underlings for villains. Under constant surveillance, they lived destitute lives. To put it bluntly, they're like a protected species whose heyday has passed." Nodding in understanding to this information.
That is till the mafia leader spoke up, "Well, you're not wrong about all that."
To which made no sense to few, "So you were barely scraping by, mafia boy?" Kenji spoke up once more, "Why come to us now? Shouldn't you be out celebrating All Might's retirement?"
"Nah. It's not about All Might. All For One's fall is a way bigger deal." Thus causing Shigaraki to narrow their sights on the male across from him, "The Emperor of Darkness who ruled over the entire underworld. The guy was like an urban legend to my generation." Showing that even to them, the thought that All For One being a myth is quite aweing, "The old guard, though they were always gossiping that he'd up and died. Then he showed up in the flesh and got locked up in Tartarus with that other-world." Golden pupils narrowing till seeming dilated, "So now both the light and dark sides are leaderless. Question is, who's gonna step up to lead?"
"If you're saying this, knowing full well who my master is..." Quite irked and aggravated by their forwardness of spewing all this information, "Is this a challenge?" Glaring his blood-red eyes, "The next leader is me." Though hostile, he wasn't showing it in his body, but giving an authoritative voice, "I'm gathering forces and expanding our operation day by day. And I'm gonna use that power to annihilate this society of heroes."
"Got a plan?"
"A plan?" Not quite understanding their question, "Didn't you come here to join our little gang?"
"Having a goal without a plan just makes you a daydreamer, and daydreamers don't make for a good sales pitch." Further explaining his point towards the young leader of the League of Villains, "What happens once you've expanded? How're you gonna use these people? What's your management strategy for this organization?" Rubbing grains of salt on the wound once mentioning certain villainous characters, "Starting with the Hero Killer, Stain. Then the carnal murderer, Muscular and the death row inmate, Moonfish. All were heavy hitters operating under you, but they got beaten and caught. Almost like you didn't know how to use 'em, right?" throwing more dirt towards the leader, "You can barely handle the ten or so wackos you've got already and you wanna recruit more? No point in amassing power you can't control." Irking those who've been insulted by this man, "You need a solid plan to make your goals a reality. And I'm the man with the plan. So no, I didn't come here today hoping to work for you."
"Twice, I'd appreciate it if you could vet applicants before bringing them here." Not amused nor pleased with this young mafia leader. The man with a dark red and black mask who seems to have split personalities could hear it from their voice.
"The plan I've got requires a ton of cash, but no one out there's crazy enough to fund some small-time yakuza throwback. But if you guys and the name you've made for yourselves were involved, it'd be a different story." Presenting their vague offer to the group, "So join me. I'll become the next leader and put you to good use."
"Get out." Growling out his demand, it was a silent order to his members to react and remove the mafia leader out. Thus for the one who held the massive wrapped, cloth, item to react, "Sorry, mafia boy. But we didn't come together to serve anyone." Unwrapping the weapon he used to bash one of the Pussy Cats, a letter from the towered bricks launched at the man and sent them flying, "The other day, I saw a friend of mine. She's a shy one and kind of timid, but she's still my friend, even knowing who I am and what I do." Showing that these individuals aren't just mindless soldiers that'll follow anyone. Either here to prove their points or follow the ideology of Stain. "I'm here because I wanna live free!" Charging at the figure, seeing that their kinetic Quirk threw them forwards towards them to knock them out, "We get to decide where we belong!"
However, no one predicted the kind of power the stranger held. Just one tap of their fingertip did things became tense with hostile tension: Kenji's upper body exploded, their blood splattering high up the factory ceiling and spilling like rain. Their legs falling back with a thud.
Indifferent to the malicious kill, shakenly standing back up with an annoyed tone, "Your side made the first move."
"Big sis Mag?!"
Agitated that one of them even dared touch him caused the dark brunette to drastically rub their arm. As if they touched the most vile thing on the planet, "Ugh! Filthy! I hate this part."
To which Compress leapt off and charged the man. Toga, though seeming daze, was shocked to the sudden events happening before her.
Snapping towards the masked villain, "Compress, wait!"
neglecting their leader's order, Compress continued his assault; hoping to detain the man down. Yet the moment they tapped his fingers onto the man, nothing happened. Stunning the masked gentleman into stupor. A mistake on his part.
Veins popping, causing the man to gain a form of rash around his face, "Don't touch me!" Slapping Compress' arm back and destroying the limb to splattering, bloody mess. Shrilling in utter pain, grabbing onto their shoulder, feeling nothing but a shredded stub.
Seeing that the mafia leader now attacking his comrade, Shigaraki dashed in for the kill. To which the man heard their running and snapped in time to see the ravenous glare. Ordering out to someone, "Shield!" A body dashed in front of the dark brunette and taking the inevitable hit. Feeling their dry up and shattering, before falling into a large goop of blood and limbs.
"That was a close one, Overhaul." A voice from the ceilings spoke, no body to bee seen.
More figures bursted through the building or fell from above the bars, all wearing masks, all similar style to one of the European country's. Commonly mentioned in Italy, doctors in that time used. Showing that the man was not alone this whole time, "We should've started this way. We might've understood each other sooner."
Sliding back and away from their new intruders, Tomura growled under his breath, "I see..."
"Wait. Where'd they come from?! I swear I wasn't tailed!" Twice rambled on his surprise, not expecting this. Surprisingly calm, not allowing their rage to take over for another assault, "Must've been their one of their Quirks."
"Too slow." Glancing to his right. A hooded figure, face completely masked, "Missed with one shot there, bit it was still plenty effective."
"I wanted this to go peacefully, League of Villains. No way we're coming to any amicable decisions now." Vigorously rubbing where Compress touched him, "And well, losing people on both sides isn't exactly productive. One dead for each of us. Better end it there. Let's talk again once everyone's cooled off." Angering the villain more, "We owe you am arm."
"I'll fuckin kill you!" Twice was surprisingly enraged at the mafia, killing one of their members and harming the other. Even Toga swiped out her knife within her pocket, "Can I stab him, Tomura? Can I?"
"No!"
Enraging the other further at their leader's lack of revenge, "Someone's gotta pay for this!"
Huffing at their anger, the bird-like doll sat on top one of the larger and buffer members, "Wise choice, face-palm guy--" Suddenly, another voice spoke, "My, my~" It was a voice of a child.
A golden-silver revolver pointed directly at the hooded figure, "I suggest ya behave, buddy." Tensing at the warning, not expecting the person to even be suddenly next to them.
Another voice spoke, their voice held that of indifference; sounding very robotic, especially when their whole face is masked by what seems to be a cartoony smile, "Stop." Their open palm pointing directly under the dark caped figure. Directly at his vital points, pushing their chin back, not wanting to any close contact at the cartoony masked figure.
"If you act irrationally, you'll lose that head of yours." A woman wearing a very skimpy kimono giggled at this, their red lips smiling charmingly. Even though her red nail glowed and the hundreds of knives surrounding the doll and giant; all of which pointed directly at their vitals. Giggling some more, "Though one of you are possessing that toy, you better do as I say." Their irises taking on a sadistic shine, "Sunny loves to shoot at moving targets."
"Wh-What the?!" The brunette stood frozen, unable to move a single joint. His arm still up in the same position where he tossed back the card. Unable to comprehend what was happening, "My...body..."
"You boys are quite the devious one's~" They could all hear the humorous smile within the child's voice. As they motioned their finger, causing Overhaul to move his frozen body without their conscious command. Facing where the child was, "As much as I love seeing bloodshed and despair." Their voice sounding strained, showing their complete annoyance, "I have no patience for disobedient children."
"You were watching. Weren't you," Narrowing his blood-red eyes on the child, the little girl smiled innocently while sitting on top of a crate. Even with the look of innocence, their eyes did not match the smile the child showed. He recognized their smile and characteristic as of that of one certain male wizard that should be in prison-- he saw them locked away with his master. However, there was more to the story, more than he expected to these wizards.
"Hecate."
Giggling childishly, fitting with the high pitched tone. Clapping their hands together to feign innocence, yet their shadowed eyes that glowed a troubling color of purple, "Guilty~"
Did you really believe a prison will hold a demoness still? How naïve~
Then who's really Val Cronos?
The next day and back at U.A Academy, it is now homeroom and everyone were in the middle of an announcement from their homeroom teacher- Aizawa Shota.
"So we had a conference about potential work studies for first-years yesterday. Plenty of teachers, even the principal, said, "Don't even think about."" Causing an uproar of questions and confusion.
Terribly appalled and confuzzled, Eijirou openly questioned their teacher, "Huh? Even after that whole demonstration we got?!"
"It makes sense, though, given what led to the dorm system in the first place." Kaminari placed his two cents, all the while he petted Mashirao's tail. The tail Quirk user found this unnerving at their touching.
"Take that!" Katsuki happily bellowed in the back, finally freed from the lockdown. But more so the fact that since he [and Shoto] have yet gained their provisional licenses to start their work studies.
"But!" Interrupting any further questioning. "Some were of the opinion that the overprotective direction we're going in won't foster strong heroes." To which Koyuki happily interrupted, "No duh, you'll just baby them."
Vein popping, irked at the Dragneel's blunt opinion, "Dragneel."
Clenching her fist up with a proud smile, "Yes." Finally fixing the documents and papers with both court and school. Now many had no choice to address her as her original last name. And she's taking this with great pleasure.
Mumbling annoyed curses under his breath, before continuing his topic of discussion, "As such, we will allow agencies with proven track records that offer work studies to take on first-years. That's our decision."
Thus the class talking up a storm, wondering if their interns will accept them. Toru quickly turned to the Slayer, "Koyuki-chan, are you going to ask Endeavor for work studies?" Not only has the internship has become beneficial for both fused magic and learning, but with her working under the now number one hero will give her even more benefits for that.
Koyuki did not hide her bluntness, "Nope." Glancing away with a nervous sweat, "Flame-stache--" Shoto tried to hold back a snort, but was heard. To which few turned to the chrome teen with wide eyes of surprise. "has been really weird after the internship."
This caught Toru's and Todoroki's attention, "How weird?"
"Personal questions: birth place, family, specifics of my "Quirks," and relationships." Shoto and many cringed in embarrassment for the pixie haired silverette.
"Oh, that is weird..." Shivering at the thought of the flaming hero. But quickly noticed the last question, 'Relationships?' Turning to Todoroki, who seemed to be terribly miffed upon hearing that his father bold questioning towards the Dragon Slayer. 'Is Todoroki-san's father trying to set them up?'
Koyuki, turning to Izuku, "Are you going to work with Gran Torino?"
Sighing in defeat, "Sadly, no." But quickly perked back up, trying to calm the concern look on the girl's features, "But I'm going to request a favor from All Might."
"Huh?" Intrigued now, leaning close onto her desk, "Mind me joining? Gotta review the list again."
"What happened to the papers they printed for you?" Receiving a bashful and slightly ashamed look, lip twitching nervously, "Threw it away or lost it..."
His face completely impassive, "So you don't know where it is."
"Yup."
Sighing under his breath, but held a shaky smile, "Koyuki..."
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Both teens were now in the staff room and stood before the retired blonde hero. The man was clearly surprised upon hearing Midoriya's request, this concerning an old sidekick, "You want me to ask Sir Nighteye if he'll let you do a work study with him?!"
"All Might, your age is showing." Chuckling behind her hand, hiding a catty smirk. Unamused at the jab, "Dragneel-shojo..."
Letting this slide, due to the fact this'll effect him the most for the last of sponsors, "Yes. I hear he's one of the few heroes who worked under you, All Might!"
Hushing the boy's loud enthusiasm, to which he slinked back slightly at his outburst, "Well, this is sudden. Where'd you hear his name, anyway?" Thankfully, Izuku quickly explained his reasoning and the person, Gran Torino, himself, suggesting this idea to the greenette. "I see. You were having trouble finding a work study, so Gran Torino suggested this--"
"Age."
"Motion Sickness."
Cringing back with tremors, "You wouldn't!"
"Full permission from Daisy." Snapping her fingers, clicking her tongue in defeat.
Quite put off with their easy interaction, Izuku swears these two had the most father-daughter like interaction. Shaking it off and bowing to the hero, "Please! Thank you!" Without a beat from Yagi, "I refuse."
This surprised Koyuki, this was a first of the man.
Still bowing towards the blonde, this greatly stunned and worried him; if All Might refused to assist him for work studies, what other option was there?
"I'm not just trying to be mean, here." Pulling up three fingers, "Three reasons: One, I was part of the opposition at the conference yesterday." Throwing a warning stare at the mage, seeing the girl was just about to retort, "Given all the villain activity lately, there's no reason that you first-years have to do this now. Two, you should wait until you've worked on strengthening your Shoot Style." The final reason was more person for the hero, "Three, it'd be awkward for me."
"Sounds personal, All Might!!" Present Mic butted in with a smirk.
Snapping at loud blonde with nervous sweat at their exclamation, "Cut it out, Mic."
Even if he just heard the man reject his request, Izuku couldn't just accept this quickly, "Kacchan told me that I'd better not lose, especially considering all that's been handed to me." The Dragon Slayer perked up at this, what did the two discussed about? Hardening his resolve, he needed to improve his power, "And people say my Quirk resembles yours, All Might. Under Nighteye's guidance, I think I could start to measure up to you. Because I, more than anyone else, need to get way, way stronger!" Bowing deeply once more, sweat building nervously, waiting for their response.
The youngest Dragneel smiled at this, turning to All Might; also expectedly waiting.
Sighing in defeat, "I admire the attitude, kid. But you won't get an introduction." Koyuki was about to plead with Toshinori, but paused at their next words, "At least not from me..." Snapping his head up in shock, "Togata Mirio works under Sir Nighteye."
Surprising the two further, so their senior could be the aid they needed.
"I'll summon him in just a moment, but" Turning to Koyuki, "is there something you need, Dragneel-shojo?"
Rubbing behind her nape nervously, "I lost the stack paper with the all the hero agencies..."
Staring at the girl with a stone face for a solid minute, before turning to his computer screen, "Please be responsible next time, Dragneel-shojo..." Pausing to a stop the moment he pulled up Koyuki's file, he thought he recognized one of the rows and he did. In stunned shock and turned to the mage, "Dragneel-shojo, you also have Sir Nighteye."
"Wah?!" Both teens yapped, crowding around the man to see. It was one of the agencies Koyuki didn't recognized, but hearing that an old sidekick of All Might's scouted her out in the past shocked her.
Brows raised and twitching a bit in her shock, unsure how to take this great coincidence, "Who knew..."