Palm Trees ✓ (☁⛔)

39; 兄

Current arc: Best Served With Ice

It was some time close to midnight. Tomura hadn't chosen this date to attack randomly. This was the night Best Jeanist patrolled.

Consequently, so did Eraserhead; but they were doing two different areas. So there wasn't much to worry about. Though he wished he could go see the hero in action, maybe even talk to him. 

"Let's go. Kurogiri. Open a gate"

"Please" The kid smiled. It was odd to see the little in such a outfit, but somehow, it fit. The design perfectly enveloping the kid's persona.

It was a dark, leather looking material with eyelets showcasing a luminous orange material.

The kid's face, which Tomura found funny, sported a black cloth with cut eyeholes. It was exactly as the kid had previously described when Tomura was listening to the designer duo. A ninja turtle mask.

A hood was securely attached to the kid's costume allowing for free movement without a compromised identity.

Tomura reached with a partially covered hand and pinched the kid's cheeks, earning a 'hey!' in return.

"Let's go, softie" Dabi grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the gate.

"Byebye, 'Giri!"

The members who were joining now stood on a rooftop. The 'team' consisted of Tomura, Bakugou, Dabi, Spinner and Compress.  Though Compress was on lookout duty.

Tomura grinned under the safety of Father as he observed the jean clothed hero  walk leisurely through the streets. 

"Okay, go ahead guys, I'll be right here"  The little grinned at him before slipping over the roof's edge to slide down the fire escape ladder, gloves perfectly guiding his hands. Spinner followed close behind. Tomura watched with a proud excitement as the kid crouched back near a dumpster so that he was partially hidden at first glance. Spinner stood in front of him, making it look like he was doing something to the kid. 

"Stop!" The kid called. Dabi murmured to him about how the kid could actually get an acting job on the side from his position at Tomura's feet, happily relaxed on the concrete building. 

"Obviously, Bakugou is insanely talent at everything" He told his partner. "Don't play cards with him"

"I'll take your word"

Tomura returned his mental focus back on the alleyway. The hero was quickly nearing it. What an idiot. 

"Stop right there!" Tomura snorted. "Don't move! What's going on here?"

"You– You're a hero!" The kid stuttered out, voice watery. 

"Damn he's good" Dabi murmured

The kid tried to get up but Spinner kicked him back down. Despite the fact that he knew it was fabricated, Tomura still bit back the need to kick Spinner in return. Especially when the little let out a pained wimper. Dabi grabbed his pant leg and Tomura realized that he'd stepped forwards toward the kid. 

"Chillax chapstick boy. He's fine"

"I am calm" He muttered as he kept his eyes on Bakugou. A screwy smile stretched his lips as the hero neared, looking as if he was prepared to avoid using his near-useless quirk. Good. 

"Step away from the child with your hands up" Spinner sneered at the hero but did as told, stepping only a few footsteps back. The hero approached the two. 

"Come here kid, it's safe now" Bakugou didn't move, simply biding his time as he kept his act up. Once the hero was far enough into the alleyway, the two pounced. He couldn't be more proud. Dabi jumped down, landing hard on his feet. Tomura stayed on the roof,  happily watching Dabi block the hero's escape points with his flames licking at the cement.

"Best Jeanist" Tomura called down. "You're a fake"

The kid blasted away the communicator before the hero could call for backup. He aimed a punch at the hero but his fist was quickly tangled in a restraint of jean threads.

Spinner cut through them, and distracted the hero as Dabi approached. According to the plan, Tomura's pretty boy would burn most of the hero's fabric, rendering it near useless.

Before the man could even start, the kid roundhouse kicked the hero, moving too quickly for the hero to react in time. Best Jeanist stumbled closer to Dabi.

The roaring crackle of his fire leapt at the hero. When Best Jeanist tried to escape, Spinner cut into the hero's back, allowing dark blood to seep into the hero's scorched jean costume.

Tomura grinned, sliding down the wall.This was going well. 

"Shiggy! Can I do it?" The exhilarated grin upon the kids lips only widened when Tomura affirmed. 

Upon hearing the request and permission, Dabi and Spinner stood back, giving the kid room while still covering all bases. 

"Mister Jeanist, you have failed society" The kid had literally copied a line from one of Tomura's games. He was pretty sure the kid didn't even know what it meant.  

The hero finally spoke, having a moment to breathe and talk since the assault had started. "You– You villains are nothing. I'll defeat you and send you all to Tartarus. I can have—"

The kid shut the hero up with an explosion to his face. That must've hurt. Not that he cared too much; though by the concentration of the blast, it looked to be a lot more dangerous than a normal explosion at such a size. It definitely would've heavily injured the kid's hand if it weren't for the protective gloves he wore. It was at such a close range that it had dropped the hero down. Bakugou stepped on the barely conscious hero's chest. 

"You're not very strong, are you Mister? How are you a hero? You can't save anyone" Before the hero could reply, the kid slammed his other foot into the hero's head. He was out now, lost to the abyss.

"See Shiggy! Wasn't I cool!"

"Yeah kid" Tomura nodded, giving a thumbs up. Dabi ruffled the kid's hood, making the kid pout and swat at the laughing man's hand. 

"We've got company" Compress announced as he jumped down, using the hero's body as a cushion to land on. Tomura caught the kid's grin widening at that. It seems like he'd largely underestimated the kid's feelings. 

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