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8-V | LEAGUE

After that, Myo was completely silent until they were 10, when he began talking to Mya. He grew more comfortable talking with her, but never anyone else. If he did speak to someone, such as Magma, it was brief sentences, even if he had more to say. His energy was incredibly bright and was constantly shifting, which exposed most of his true soft nature. Outwardly, he was a very stone faced boy who didn't care. Inside, he was a boy who cared about everything. Every time he made eye contact with someone, his mind buzzed with various observations that Mya couldn't quite translate from his energy. They were never negative, simply odd questions or theories. The few times she did hear what his mind thought about someone, it was generally along the lines of, 'That person really likes whales, I just know it.', or 'Does that person enjoy listening to Kema too?'. Mya, personally, thought it was adorable and would never dare ruin her brother's well earned stoic image by informing someone of his inner thoughts. She enjoyed keeping them all to herself.

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Myo yawned, stretching his arm as he got ready for morning training.

"You wanna spar today?", Mya asked, leaning forwards with her eyes sparkling brightly.

He nodded.

"Cool!", she grinned. "We'll use quirks today."

The boy's eyebrows raised as he heard the remark, Myo's quirk was easily stronger than his sisters.

"As villains, or even heroes, we might have to find someone stronger than us! That's why it's important to spar with someone who's at a higher level than you.", she explained. "Or, that's what Magma said anyway."

He furrowed his brows as he cracked his knuckles, getting down low into a fighting stance.

His sister followed suit, a grin growing steadily.

Purple lightning formed around his legs as he launched himself towards his sibling, his fist ready for a punch.

His sister smiled, stepping to the side and pushing him so his punch would lose most of its power. He predicted this though, as his sister generally used defensive maneuvers rather than offensive. He swung around kicking off the wall and rotating his body to hit his sister square in the jaw with his foot. He stopped himself on the other wall, hopping down.

She glared, standing up and enhancing her body with her quirk, cyan lightning striking all around her.

He followed suit, kicking himself forwards faster than before, his sister launching herself out of his range. He skidded to a stop, clenching his teeth as his sister continually avoided him. This time, he increased his speed to what he deemed '50% Square', in which he used 50% of 50% of his power to hit someone square somewhere. While it should've been 25%, 50% sounded cooler and deceived people. He spun his body in the air using his leg, punching his sister smack on the middle of the head. She hadn't been prepared for his sudden increase in speed and immediately fell to the ground dizzy.

"Gosh...", she complained, "When'd you get so good?"

The stoic boy shrugged, "When'd you get so bad? You should start attacking more."

She sighed, "It's hard to attack you, okay?!", she groaned.

"Then you're weak.", he deadpanned.

She grumbled something as she sat up, her body healing the various injuries she had obtained. She knew to anyone else it would've seemed incomparably rude to say that, but Mya knew otherwise. What her brother was trying to say was that she'd die if she didn't stop showing mercy. She could feel the worry and concern that filled his energy, making her heart warm.

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Once again, Myo was nearly falling asleep on the train, only to be jerked awake by the sudden stop. He scurried off of the metallic deathtrap and made his way into the alleyways. That's when he was hit with an odd sense of deja vu, feeling the temperature of the alley increase. He scampered over, seeing the familiar blue flames. "Dabi...", he whispered.

"Hm?", he heard the distantly familiar voice hum. "Ohhh, well if it isn't the #5 Tokyo Villain, Negative.", Dabi smirked, his head tilting. "Ah, this feels so familiar.", he glanced around. "I stopped by Tokyo and decided to take a bit of a tourist's trip."

Myo nodded, "Sure.", he whispered.

The man's attention immediately went to the teen's unscarred wrist. "Oh, so you have a healing quirk?", he asked.

Myo shook his head, "No, but I know some people.", he spoke in his usual whispered tone.

Dabi raised a brow, "I'm truly curious what your quirk is. Won't you tell an old friend?", he smirked.

Myo sighed, "No."

Dabi frowned, "That's unfortunate.", then he seemed to remember something. "Right... I have an offer for you.".

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Myo stared wide eyed at the bar they had been led to through a purple portal, only to be greeted by the sight of a portal man, a girl in a school uniform, a man in a half-gray and half-black skin tight suit, and a boy with the worst skin Myo had ever laid eyes on.

"I brought the kid.", Dabi uttered out.

"I can see that, idiot.", Dryskin hissed. He stood, walking over to the white haired boy. "Shigaraki.", he introduced in his terrible scratchy voice.

"Negative.", Myo bowed his head.

The blue haired man glared at the kid behind his hand-mask, "Just how old are you?", he questioned.

Myo shrugged, "Last I checked I was almost 15."

"Almost?", he asked in a hissed voice. "Dabi, why the hell did you bring some preteen to our base?"

Dabi rolled his eyes, "That 'preteen', is the #5 villain in Tokyo."

Dryskin's jaw went a little slack. "You're the bothersome NPC?"

They shrugged, "Maybe."

The hand-masked man glared at the literal child in front of him, sighing, "We've come to make you an offer.", he begrudgingly began. "I am the leader of the League of Villains—", he was cut off by a snort coming from the wretched NPC. "What's so funny?", he hissed.

The boy shook his hands as he awkwardly tried to hold in his laugh. 'The League of Villains? Are you kidding me? That's the stupidest name I've ever heard.', he mentally bashed the entire organization.

"I am the leader of the League of Villains.", Dryskin continued, "I need as many pawns in my game as I can get, and I've offering you the position."

Myo slowly nodded, "What's in it for me?", he asked.

"What's in it— What do you mean?", Dryskin scratched his neck rapidly, "You get to be in the League of Villains and destroy hero society as a whole!", he glared, "Aren't you some notorious hero hater?"

Myo stared at the child of a man in front of him. "I had no idea that was my reputation.", was all he said though he had at least 1,000 more questions. "I've never had a major dislike for heroes.". That's when it clicked in Myo's mind, "I'll join."

Dryskin nearly choked on spit as he heard the sudden decision. "What's with the sudden change of playstyle?", he asked.

Myo shrugged, "Seems fun. I think my sister would enjoy it."

"Hm?", Dabi turned to his scar-free friend, "You have a sister?"

His eyes widened as he cursed his blubbery mouth, immediately zipping it back up. "Yeah.", was all he whispered. Then he decided to elaborate for his old friend, "The #11."

"The #11 Tokyo Villain, Positive?", he asked.

Myo nodded.

"Oh, that makes sense." Dabi tilted his head. 

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A/N: 8th chapterrrrrr :) At this point, it's not prewritten anymore! 

Goodnight!