the copycat hero: Deku

Chapter 52

Three weeks previously.

Kurogiri hummed quietly to himself as he continued cleaning the small apartment, glancing over to Tomura as the young man slept on the couch. It had taken over an hour for the Villain to eventually tire himself out, falling asleep on the floor, forcing Kurogiri to gently teleport him onto the sofa. It had been two hours since then, Kurogiri hearing nothing from his master in that time. The mist Villain wondered if his master's plan had worked. If he had managed to break All Might and reveal his secret to the world.

He looked at the small television in the corner, wondering if he should try looking at the news. It was probably pointless. As far as he knew, the television in the safe house only connected to the communication system the Doctor and Sensei used, so probably didn't have any channels. And the sound may make Tomura wake up, throwing him into another fit.

"Hey," Dabi yawned as he walked out of the back room, stretching as he entered, "We got any food in here?"

"Unfortunately not," Kurogiri replied softly, nodding his head towards the sleeping Tomura, "I had hoped to go retrieve something while you watched him."

"I ain't a babysitter," Dabi grumbled, looking around the dingy apartment for a moment, before turning to the bartender, "You got some money? I can go get us some shit."

"Are you sure?" Kurogiri asked slowly, reaching for his pocket.

"Why not? I don't have anywhere better to go right now, so I might as well," the black-haired man shrugged.

"Very well," Kurogiri replied, handing over a fistful of cash, "But just know, if you do not return, I will find you."

"Got it, got it," Dabi replied, taking the money, and heading out the door, "I'll be back quick."

The door slammed as he left, making Kurogiri wince as his head snapped around to look at Tomura, the man not even stirring despite the loud noise. Letting out a sigh of relief, Kurogiri returned to cleaning.

The familiar soft buzz of the television caught his attention, turning to look at it before he heard the scrambling noise behind him. Tomura shot past, grabbing the sides of the television, pinky fingers raised, as he peered into the screen.

"Sensei? Sensei is that you?! Answer me!" he shouted, shaking the box as he almost grovelled in front of it.

"I'm afraid not, Tomura Shigaraki," the familiar voice said, a picture coming into view as the two men stared at the image of the Doctor, the man rubbing his forehead with a handkerchief as he glanced around him in worry, "There has been an…upset in Sensei's plan."

"What happened?" Tomura growled, Kurogiri watching the fingers twitch closer to the screen, "Where's Sensei?"

"Sensei is currently…indisposed," the room the Doctor was in suddenly shook, the man looking behind him in worry, "As such, I feel that it may be best for us to…expedite certain aspects of his plan."

"It was him wasn't it?" Tomura growled, Kurogiri sighing as he watched the fingers touch the cover of the television set, the plastic starting to crumble, "I'll kill him…I'LL KILL HIM! WHAT HAS HE DONE TO SENSEI?!"

"To-ra Shi-ra-, meet-at-tha-place," the screen flickered as the decay took hold, quickly destroying the television set as Tomura continued to rage.

"I'LL KILL HIM! KUROGIRI! TAKE ME TO SENSEI! TAKE ME TO SENSEI, NOW!"

The mist Villain blinked at the force behind the words, finding himself nodding before he could think.

"Very well, Tomura Shigaraki," he said, "Very well."