𝐌𝐇𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 ( 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐈 ) 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍!!

• After Working Hours •

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Mikumo has been through years of torment, bullying, and discrimination all because he's quirkless. All he's ever wanted to be was a Hero, and put an end to pointless quirk discrimination once and for all.

However, after a certain incident that happened during Mikumo's youth, he's had to make a slight change in plans for his career. Thus, instead of being a Hero, he's now what the media calls a 'Villain'. The Number One Villain, to be specific.

Of course, he's still fighting for his original causes, just in a different and more impactful manner, per say...

Even after being mocked and shamed though, there was one person on Mikumo's side, sticking with him through thick and thin. Katsuki Bakugo, AKA Gogo, his childhood bestfriend.

Like Mikumo, Katsuki has always wanted to be a Hero, ever since they were young. He too wanted to make the world better, aswell as letting people know that he's the best.

Katsuki was praised all of his life, constantly put into the spotlight for his achievements and amazing quirk.

And unlike Mikumo, Katsuki was actually given the chance to become a Hero, leading him to become the Number 1 Hero, A.K.A Ground Zero.

Both of them on opposites sides of the coin, but fighting for the same cause, just in different ways.

How strange, isn't it?

But those are just the pointless labels their society had given them, afterall.

And after years of building up their relationship and helping eachother through anything life put in their way, their friendship blossomed into something more. Which, brings us to present time.

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Mikumo shook his purple paint can, spraying his signature mark on the brick wall. He was a little embarrassed he had to stand on his toes to reach up there, but the pile of dead bodies on the ground didn't seem to care too much.

Blood oozed from the bodies, creating a small puddle of the red liquid as Mikumo finished his drawing. He sweeped some stray dark violet hair out of his visible eye, putting the spray can back into his brown bag.

Taking a few steps back, Mikumo smiled his usual creepy grin as he eyed all of his hard work.

The once clean alleyway now splattered in blood, about sixteen or seventeen lifeless bodies now decorating its sidelines. On the wall was the neon purple outline of a cloud, dripping with fresh paint and onto the bodies.

Suddenly, Mikumo started to hear sirens in the distance. Knowing this was his cue to leave, Mikumo started to calmly walk away from the scene.

He pulled his black cloak hood up with his gloved hand, stained with blood as the hood drooped over the majority of his face.

The black cloak went down to his ankles, hiding everything above them as it was held together at the neck by a small gold chain.

Underneath the cloak he wore his white blouse and black waistcoat, accompanied by some black dress pants and a belt to tie it together.