Trouble (SeroDeku)

Chapter 4

When Izuku walked through the front door of his father's old compound, the air shifted. Only a few personnel were in the immediate area, but all of them froze as he entered. It hadn't been long since he'd last been there, only seven years. Most of the faces he recognized as underlings of his father's. They knew who he was and what he had done to their former boss. 

Izuku fought his laughter, Shigaraki was using his father's sloppy seconds. 

He didn't utter a word as one of them finally regained movement in his limbs, ushering Izuku down the hall and into a room. Shigaraki and Chisaki sat on the same tattered purple couch that had always been there, a brown loveseat was placed in front of it. 

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you both," he said, crazed amusement flooding his voice. He sauntered over to the brown loveseat, making himself at home as the two men watched his every move. 

"I believe we have five, don't we, Shigaraki?" Chisaki threw a lazy glance at his partner, his mask warping in shape every time he opened his mouth. 

"Well?" Izuku prodded, resting his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward. "Go on and reveal what it is you're banking your lives on this time." His head tilted to the right, just a fraction as he sized up his opponents. 

"We'll save that surprise for later," Shigaraki said, a sick glint in his eyes. "Let's talk business first." 

"What business could we possibly have to discuss?" Izuku asked with a flippant roll of his eyes. "I told both of you rodents to stay out of my city, I should kill you just for being here." 

"Your threats are growing tiresome, Midoriya," Chisaki said with a tsk. "We asked you here to form... a partnership." 

Izuku couldn't help the laughter that bubbled out of his chest. They couldn't be serious, could they? There is no one in the world he hated more than Shigaraki, they had to know he'd never agree to work with them. "Why would I ever agree to that?" he asked once his laughter had died away, but amusement still lingered on his features. 

"I want my guard dog back," Shigaraki continued, ignoring Izuku's question. "The heroes," he spat the word like it was poison on his tongue, "are getting more and more confident. There are raids on at our sites every other week. We need someone to keep them in check." 

Izuku wore a mask of indifference, growing bored of their voices. "There's a higher chance of me assisting them than you." 

Chisaki chuckled behind his mask, sitting up a little straighter. "Did you think sending the Seros to America would stop us from getting to them?" 

Izuku felt his heart stop beating and his lungs seize. What the hell were they talking about? Aya and her daughters were already on the plane, he'd made sure of it. Once they touched down, he had lackeys ready and waiting to tail them. They were under twenty-four-hour surveillance. 

"Poor, naive dog," Shigaraki tutted, leaning further into the couch and letting his arms rest on the back of it. "You, of all people, should know how easy it is to double-cross someone." 

Izuku quickly regained his composure, trying to best to not let the other men see him rattled. He shrugged. "I can still just kill you, right here and now." 

Shigaraki cackled across from him, the noise was grating and sent shivers down his spine. "You don't even know where they are! If you kill us now, they'll be dead before you leave this room." 

Izuku took a breath, sitting back on the couch with his hands folded in his lap. "You see, Shigaraki? I just don't believe you." 

He felt his stomach drop as Shigaraki's smile grew more wild. "I was really hoping you would say that." He reached into his pocket, fishing out a phone. "Would you like to speak to them?"