Hōshasei enters the bar and glanced around. It was run down and old- well- it looked to be old. It's not like he could tell the age of the wood or its contents. Perhaps it was just abandoned after this part of town. Regardless, he sort of just stand near the doorway. Shigaraki motioned him to come inside further as he sits at the bar. After Hōsha agreed to come with him, Shigaraki had given back his mask. Once secured back on his face, Tomura had taken off his gas mask after walking a block away from the toxic clouds. Now the very same teen looked at him through the hands that was applied to cover his face.
"Come in, you're an ally now. I know you won't attack us."
Hōsha steps further into the bar examining the glasses that lined the shelves behind black and purplish mist. The mist spared a glance at him with its narrow yellow eyes, afterword it went back to cleaning a glass in its hands and focusing on the task. Now this was pretty empty even though Shigaraki claimed it as the 'league' of villains. To be honest, it seemed more like a club than a league. There was an old TV in the room placed up high, another was on the floor against the wall on a small table. The one on the table seemed to have game controllers connected to it; the one mounted only had cables. Maybe the remote was somewhere else..
"Now that you're one of us, you're welcome to come home any time you'd like. After all, you understand what it's like to be an outcast. What's ours is yours now too." Shigaraki gestured to the whole place as if to say explore.
"...You're too nice to be a villain..what's the catch?" Hōsha's eyes narrowed as he caught the leader's ruby eyes.
"No catch, it's only fair that I treat you as an equal. We're on the same team so we work as a team. You do favors for me, and I'll do favors for you. In fact, I do have one favor to ask of you for now.." Shigaraki stood from the stool and moved closer to Hōshasei until he was in front of his face.
"I need you to be a good kid and tell me about any low villains in your neighborhood or wherever you go. Their quirks and try to get them to join us for a mission. Now I'm trusting you to do this." Shigaraki's eyes seemed to narrow and held intentions to hurt Hōsha if he didn't comply.
Hōsha simply nodded his head. While he was intimated by the crimson-eyed teen, he also felt that this is where his calling was. After years of being called a villain, murderer, and any other horrible name in the book- he might as well just accept that society didn't want him. Hell, often times he was told he was better off as quirkless than having a quirk. A quirkless person can't hurt anyone, a quirkless person could contribute to society better than someone with a villainous quirk. They don't kill anyone. They don't become a hazard to others. If he was a hazard, might as well have a reason to be one right? Just thinking about this, it made Hōsha die a little inside. His child-like hope faded more, it felt like a stabbing in his heart.
This was wrong
His little hero- adoring self screamed as once again he was pushed aside, by not just others but also pushed by his older self. He cried, begging to wait again for the heroes to save him- but he was grown up now wasn't he? Why should he wait any longer?
And just like that, Hōshasei pushed aside his child-like wish to be a hero. Extinguishing more of the light within himself. The wax burned his hands as the flame from the candle he held oh so dearly got closer to his hands. It got darker. His eyes sharpened as he hid away his longing wants. It was time to get serious.
"Of course I will help. I'll see what I can do. I'm sure I'll be able to convince a good amount of thugs." Hōsha looked up through his pinched brows.
Shigaraki's lips curled upwards. Soon All Might will be in the ground. Soon his Master will rule over this World. This world will burn and then a new world shall be born from the ashes of those who were deemed unworthy. The seeds have been planted. Now it shall grow.
"I'm glad you've come to an agreement. Once you fulfill this, I will owe you a favor as well. For now, just pretend that you're a normal citizen. And tell them all to meet up at this abandoned warehouse at XXXXX. From there, we shall explain more." Shigaraki dismisses Hōshasei as he waved him to the door. Today was successful, better not scare him off.
"Welcome to the League of Villains, Hōshasei."
Hōshasei nods his head firmly as he walks to the door. This was it. He turns the doorknob and leaves the bar. He just starts fast-walking home, alone and suddenly feeling guilty. Was this really the right path; was this what he was meant to do? He didn't really choose it though. A decision forced upon a human, picked for him by others, pressuring him, squeezing him until he couldn't breathe. He so desperately reached out so many times only for his hand to be slapped. Judgement casted on him by his peers and they have won. He was drowning and no one noticed or cared.
Hōsha lets out a shaky exhale before glancing around. He was in the next city over. Though one look at the crowds that surrounded him, he could tell they thought he was shady and probably bad news.
In a way, he was.
He's a villain.
Just like society wanted.
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FanfictionBeing born with a quirk is a blessing. However, once that quirk is deemed villainous, it become a curse. Hōshasei Yūdoku is made to grow up way too soon. His path was already laid out the day he got his quirk like everyone else. Struggling with hims...
