The Love Song of Two Heroes

An Idea in the Wrong Hands

Fanart not mine

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Mickey Mouse is in her boobs.

"KAMINARI!!" Jirou screamed.

He blinked out of his trance just to see that the small creature had jumped out and started to flee.

Kaminari glared a murderous hole into the rodent as it scurried away.

"Get back here, you lucky bastard! I'm not finished with you!!" He threatened while running after it, his fist in the air.

Jirou put her hand on her chest and leaned her forehead against the cold dirt, relieved.

"Good job, Earphone Jack." A deep voice congratulated her from above.

It took the girl a second to realize that it wasn't God and looked up only to meet eyes with her teacher, Aizawa.

His face was deadpanned as always.

He offered his hand to her.

She took it, shyly, and he helped her stand up.

She dusted off the dirt on her legs and butt then bowed deeply to Mr. Aizawa.

"Th-thank you Mr. Aizawa." She stared at his feet, not getting up from the bow yet.

The raven-haired teacher yawned loudly and turned around, walking back to the box.

Jirou straightened and looked around to see the rest of her class coming their way.

She speed-walked her way over to the girls and joined their conversation, glancing back at the scene.

Aizawa had used his scarf to refrain Kaminari from catching the, what he called "Boob Rat Bastard", and instructing him to enter the box.

"... And he was all pow pow!" Uraraka was saying, making punching movements and mimicking a very serious looking face.

Ashido laughed.

"I shouldn't be surprised you paid that much attention to him~" She teased.

Uraraka blinked and immediately scrambled to defend herself from the accusation, her hands waving in the air or scratching behind her ear to do so, all the while turning more red.

Jirou smiled and looked over at the subject topic to see what he was doing.

Midoriya was closely walking by Iida, who seemed to be explaining something, whilst assaulting the air with his karate chops.

The fan boy had his index finger and thumb on his chin and seemed to be listening very closely.

Jirou knew that whatever Iida was telling him, Deku would have it tattooed in his brain.

Yaoyorozu walked past her.

"Are you okay? Your ears are bleeding." She beckoned to the side of Jirou's head.

Jirou raised an eyebrow and raised her fingers to her ear to feel a warm wet substance leak out.

When she pulled her hand back, it was completely covered in blood.

Her eyebrows raised.

"Here, I can make something for that" She turned around to see Yaoyorozu lifting her hero costume to create something.

"No it's oka- I- Hey!" Jirou jumped in front of her, arms out wide to cover up what she was doing.

As the straight A student created a form of cotton balls with special chemicals in it.

Jirou turned her head away, respectfully to see Kaminari walk out of the box, punching two thumbs up in front of him, his hair turned into an afro.

She couldn't help grinning at the sight.

Then she remembered the scene from earlier and turned scarlet.

Damn you, you stupid walking piece of friction.

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League of Villain's Base

Tomura Shigaraki sat at the empty bar, scratching his neck, flipping through news articles as his smoky companion, Kurogiri, was wiping down glasses, as if expecting customers in their secretive villainess fortress.

The young adult with light blue hair grunting occasionally at some headlines.

His scratching would speed up, symbolizing his distaste at whatever he was reading.

The cycle repeated, with neither saying a word.

Abruptly, Shigaraki stood up, tightening a grip on a piece of paper which he shoved in his partner's face.

Kurogiri was taken aback and attempted to read what it said.

Alas, Shigaraki had already disintegrated it into smithereens.

He sighed at his boss's carelessness.

"'Heroes Reassure the Public of Their Safety'?" Shigaraki recited in his raspy, irrated voice.

"Tomura, is this not what you had expected-?"

Shigaraki slammed his hand down on the bar table, and Kurogiri dropped his glass and it shattered into many pieces on the floor.

"How does nothing faze those stuck-up 'Heroes'?" He spat, frustrated.

The purple and black smoked villain leaned down to clean up the mess.

Shigaraki turned on his heels and walked to the barred window, peaking at the night sky through a gap in the wood and in between his extra set of fingers on his face.

"How can we scare them?" He pondered, scratching his neck aggressively.

"How can we breach their trust?"

The scratching progressed.

"How can we turn them against each other."

He stopped scratching.

"Turn them..." He turned to face Kurogiri again, "...Against each other?"

Shigaraki laughed one short, unhealthy laugh and went back to the stack of newspapers.

He hunted through them all the while mumbling airily to himself.

"... They trust, who do they trust, who- Found it!" He held up an outdated poster advertisement.

He looked down at it, breathing loudly, which sounded painful.

"Perfect." He hissed.

Shigaraki let go of the poster and turned on his heels, walking to the door to call over his shoulder, "Kurogiri, get Toga over here."

With that, the door slammed shut and he was gone.

Kurogiri dropped the remainders of the glass in the trash and walked over to the poster.

He flipped it over to see the front.

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A band of orange t-shirt wearing kids were smiled back at him underneath huge letters saying:

U-A Class 1-A Band Performance Happening Soon!