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I drew shinsou's vigilante outfit! I also did rust but I gave up on coloring him lmao

he is now my favorite thing to draw.

TW: Panic attacks  (Ya boy gonna suffer)

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"-And attack UA"

Sure, Rust was bitter about the biased heroics exam but god could Hands-McGee hear how stupid that sounded?! UA was known for being impossible to break into, let alone attack. Either he was an absolute fucking dumbass, or he actually had a plan.

Rust didn't know which to prefer.

Handyman was continuing his speech, talking about knowing UA's schedule and a field trip, when a grotesque looking bird man walked on the stage, beside Shigaraki.

Hell, it's brain was exposed and everything.

"This is Noumu, and he's going to kill All Might!" Shigaraki spoke as if Noumu was brain dead, and that was actually looking like a likely case, with it's far off eyes and constant dazed expression.

Rust cringed. He almost felt sorry for the damn thing. Going off of what Handyman said, it was experimented on to have multiple quirks and was near indestructible.

Rust knew what option he preferred now. Having handsy be a dumbass would be much better than whatever this was. 

About a quarter of the crowd was shifting around nervously. Killing kids probably was too far for their morals, no matter how much they hated All Might. 

Rust had learnt from the chat rooms that a good chunk of villains were just villains because of the circumstances, and Hitoshi could honestly understand that, having just become homeless and all.

He knew that he was going to have to steal to survive soon instead of just occasionally doing it just in case. Surviving on the streets wasn't easy. 

Shigaraki kept going on and on about exactly why  All Might should be murdered, with a bunch of... Gaming references? Put in? 

Maybe this plan wasn't going to work anyway.. Rust allowed himself a bit of hope.

Then Shigaraki started explaining how they were going to infiltrate UA. 

..Oh fuck.

He clearly had help from someone much better at planning than he, if what he was saying was right. 

Attacking an isolated training area and turning it into a deathtrap quite frankly sounded terrifying. He held back a shiver. Add Noumu to the mix and they had a slaughterhouse. 

And they were going to be attacking in the next 2 days. 

~ 

Shigaraki walked off the stage, most of the villains stunned into silence and left to mingle or disperse on their own. After getting over their shock, many of them started to talk about the plan in groups, a few of them already knowing each other from something or somewhat. 

Rust watched from the corner, silently hoping that nobody tried to talk to him, as he couldn't physically talk at the moment. 

"Is that- Hey, Rust!"

The universe hated him apparently.

The villain who recognized him clapped him on his injured shoulter, Rust barely holding in a yelp of pain. He grit his teeth through the waves of pain and looked up at the villain Hitoshi recognized as Twisted. 

"Woah, it's crazy to see you in person! You're a lot shorter than I thought you'd be..." Twisted wondered outloud.

Probably because Rust was 14. Hitoshi grit his teeth and began to mentally chant.