UA's Gremlins

The First Mission

Three years of training and his boys were getting closer to success. Now, at 13, they were chomping at the bit to join the others on missions outside the stronghold.

Shigaraki decided it was time to test them. He sat his brothers down, smirking. He couldn't be prouder of what he saw.

Katsuki had joined Dabi in his love of leather. Today's ensemble was leather pants with a simple black dress shirt and combat boots. He sipped at his root beer, light catching on the green stud in his left ear.

Izuku had taken to softer things, items that kept him looking young. He sat on his own chair, book in hand, in stark contrast to Katsuki. He wore an oversized baby blue sweater and blue jeans. His hair was adorned with glittery butterflies courtesy of Toga. An orange stud caught the light in his right ear. Dabi had helped the boys get the only piercing Kurogiri would allow to remind everyone they were part of a whole - the destructive duo as they had been nicknamed.

"It is time you two go out on your own," Shigaraki announced. The two pairs of eyes met his. Izuku just grinned while Katsuki slammed his drink down.

"About damn time! Whatcha got for us, crusty man?" The blond demanded.

Shigaraki sighed at his nickname. Katsuki had taken to calling everyone by a nickname. He was crusty man. Toga was psycho. Dabi was burnt chicken nugget. Kurogiri was, and had been, Mamagiri. And there were more, but he didn't care to take note of them.

Shigaraki stood before them. "I want to see how well you two can work together. Toga told me about some man who -"

"I'll blow his fucking face off!" Katsuki snarled.

"Kacchan, hush and let oniichan talk," Izuku seemed to purr. He set a gentle hand on the blond's arm, and he relaxed immediately. "Go on. What did this man do?"

Shigaraki tried not to smirk. "He tried to touch her without permission while she was getting groceries. "

The softness in the green eyes was gone in an instant and replaced with a coldness that unnerved even Dabi sometimes. The smile was still there. "Oh really?"

Katsuki grinned, murder in his red eyes. "Do we get to kill him?"

Shigaraki smirked. "If you want. Or you can torture him a bit. Whatever you do, you better leave no trace. "

"As if. The burnt chicken nugget still doesn't know it was this fucking gremlin that stole his smokes," Katsuki snickered, jerking his thumb at Izuku who puffed out his cheeks.

"You swore secrecy,Kacchan! Besides, it was you who wanted them," the green eyed boy argued.

"Like crusty man is gonna tell his boy toy," Katsuki laughed.

Izuku huffed, then stuck out his hand. "Picture?"

Shigaraki smirked. They had found out that Izuku had trained his Tracker quirk to start working based on a picture or piece of clothing. Sight was best, but Izuku had become a regular bloodhound by this point.

"I got you one better," the man said as he held out a knife with dried blood on it. Green eyes lit up, and the knife was snatched away.

Katsuki finished his drink and stood. Small, tiny explosions rippled across his palms as he waited.

Izuku studied the knife, his eyes seeming to glow lightly. He blinked, and the glow was gone. "Got him. Let's go, Kacchan."

The two boys left, Izuku catching the blond's hand in his own. Shigaraki just sat back and waited for their return.

*****

Izuku tracked their target downtown with practiced ease. He gave Kacchan a gentle peck on the cheek and stepped away. Katsuki smirked, swatted him on the backside, and disappeared into the shadows.