𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚 // 𝙗𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙠𝙪

Chapter Two

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"Are you adding brats to your league too, who is this brat?"

Izuku focused his gaze on the buffoon man, from the wall he was leaning against. It was obvious that he was new here, and two other people who were obviously new here too. They were having a heated conversation in the another corner of the room. In addition to his scrutiny to the man, his too-much grown hair also fell in front of his eyes and cast a shadow, which made the boy's gaze terrifying. He laughed and pressed his tongue against his cheek, in contrast to his gaze that made even the man hesitant, even though he was sweating from exhaustion as usual.

"I'm the illegitimate child of All For One. What are you going to do?" He said this sarcastically as he reached the man's side and slammed his arm around his shoulder. There was not the slightest grain of truth in what he said, he just wanted to intimidate the man in front of him by having some fun.

As the man nervously tried to walk away, Izuku warningly gripped his shoulder tighter and pinned him down back to the where he sits. He leaned close to his ear and spoke in a low voice, "I was teasing. Are you always like this with the 'brats' you see for the first time?" said. As he slid his hand over his right shoulder, he crossed over to the man and leaned close to his face, pursing his lips in mock sadness.

"I'm heartbroken... Lucky for you, I'm a pretty gentle person, unlike you." Now he was smiling, even his ever-changing facial expressions were unsettling. His primary and secondary school years had put him in a real mental imbalance, but he was doing it on purpose right now, despite the deteriorating chemical structure of his brain.

A little pressure. A slight increase in pressure on the man's shoulder was enough for the bone in his arm to crack all the way through. As the man writhed in pain, he used featherweight force to make him fall into the seat behind him and bent over.

"I'm Deku, nice to meet you." He held out his left hand for the man to squeeze with his right hand, he rolled his eyes when his outstretched hand was left empty and suddenly pulled the man's broken hand towards himself and placed it on his empty palm. The bar people fell silent with the man's cries, but Izuku was too amused to notice.

"You fucking brat. Do ya'll really need some angry teenagers here?" Clearly, Izuku hadn't hurt him enough. Actually no, the man's face was chalky.

"Why did you say that? I thought we were friends now." Izuku stopped his fun and suddenly turned serious, lifting his head and looking at the other two who had just arrived. He was about to frown as he stared into the blonde girl's flushed cheeks and glowing eyes. "Wow... This kid is a total psycho. I love it! It's great to find a guy I like on my first day." Izuku raised his eyebrows as the girl shouted fiercely towards the black-haired man next to her.

"Psycho? It's a creative idea, but I'm a high-functioning s-"

"Enough." Everyone fell silent as Tomura entered the bar from the back room. He looked at the man, who was writhing in pain, whose arm was clearly broken from the strange shape he had taken. "There's no need for him. Take him and don't bring such idiots here again."

Haru squinted his eyes as he took another breath from his cigarrette. "I thought it would work for you. If that brat hadn't ruined your shoulder." Haru was finding and bringing in useful men to the league and getting paid from All For One in return. He didn't have any useful quirk, but he was a great business man. He knew how to make money.

Izuku abruptly turned to Haru, but was forced to stop by Tomura's severely piercing gaze. "Don't you ever dare to use your power over nonsense again." With his eyebrows pointing at Izuku's hand, which was starting to be covered in blood from his sleeve, Tomura moved to the barstool and rubbed his neck thoughtfully as he crossed his leg over his.

Izuku nodded as if nothing had happened and walked towards the sink as he unwrapped the bandages. He opened the fountain with his fingertips, the only solid part of his hands, and ran his bloody hand through the water. He sighed nervously as the blood streamed down the drain.

If he was going to enter high school, he had to find a solution to his anger issues.

When he was done, he turned off the water and threw away his bloody bandages and rubbed his wet hand carelessly against his shirt. Brushing his hair back, he exited the restroom and went back to the bar. He sat down in front of Kurogiri, who was waiting for him with new bandages in front of him, and put his hand on the table to listen to the conversation.

"At least let me introduce them." He was talking about the blonde-haired girl and the boy next to her. Tomura paused and sighed, giving Haru approval. Izuku, too, took his unwrapped hand from the table in gratitude to Kurogiri and slumped into the brown old chair. That was going to be interesting.

"This sweet girl, Himiko Toga, is on the wanted list, but she's nowhere on her name or face. She's like the protagonist of bloody murders in movies. She can copy everything, including the clothes of the person whose blood she has tasted, and spend a day in that person's appearance." So this blonde-haired girl's name was Toga. Izuku looked him up and down, and his gaze lingered on his clothes. The outfit she was wearing was a change from her high school uniform, and she was probably in high school.

Toga took the word from Namjoon and began to speak. "I want to be like Stain! I want to kill Stain! It's hard to live on, I'm going to make the Earth a better place to live. So please let me join the League of Villains, Tomura!"

Hero Killer Stain. Stain, as the name suggests, was killing heroes. But these murders are not casually or simply out of hatred for heroes. It was due to the fact that today's heroes are fake and only interested in fame and popularity. As it is known, the only person he saw as a real hero was All Might, the Symbol of Peace.

The people who had this thought in mind were following Stain's footsteps and even had a fan base. Toga was an example of this.

Quirks of Toga and Stain was working with blood. Stain could immobilize the person whose blood he had tasted for a moment. It really was a perfect quirk for murders.

Izuku grinned. Tomura didn't even like Stain. He saw it as a threat to our league. "None of you are useful. Stain, Stain, Stain. Always the same word in everybody's mouth!" He extended his hand towards the girl to touch. If he touchs her, the girl would break into pieces and die within seconds. That's was how Tomura's quirk works.

When Toga acted quickly and drew his knife with a laugh, the room was filled with chaos. The blue eyes of the black-haired boy next to him shone with danger, and he took the fire that matched his blue eyes from his hands. The heat generated by the tiny fire even reached Izuku, who was sprawled on the couch. This should have been hotter than normal fire. It was obvious from the color change.

What was Izuku doing while all this was going on? He was leaning back, watching them with his lips curved upwards, like he was watching television. They wouldn't be able do anything with Kurogiri in their midst. It happened as he expected too.

Kurogiri created one of his dark purple gates, preventing the disaster, causing the blade in Toga's hand to stab hard into the table, while Tomura's hand came out of the void. The black-haired boy hadn't even made a move yet. Kurogiri was always interrupting the fun and taking away his enthusiasm.

Haru shook his head as he stiffened with fear and stopped putting up with this nonsense and walked back out of the bar. He thought that if he had stayed a little longer, he probably wouldn't have survived.

"You guys are boring." said Izuku finally.

As things calmed down a bit more, Izuku pulled his legs up and rested his aching head on the edge of the seat. Even though there was chaos around because they had taken a long time to meet, he was sluggish with the accumulated fatigue of countless days. He couldn't even remember the last time he had sat so comfortably in one place.

It was probably unwise that he was going to be dozing off in the middle of a bunch of vagrants, but it didn't seem possible to stop him right now. He pushed everything aside and closed his eyes. He'd probably be relieved in a few minutes.

-End of the chapter two.

Not sure if I'm successful at writing chaos scenes in English...