Welcome to the Multiverse! (Part 2)

A Villain's Tantrum (And a Door)

Home sweet villain lair... except it's a dump, and I'm about to lose it.

After the mess that was my 'test' with All For One, I finally get back to the base. And I'm exhausted. Physically, emotionally, mentally... you name it. But here's the thing — Shigaraki always throws these legendary tantrums whenever something doesn't go his way, and unfortunately, I have to play the part.

Time to pretend you're a lunatic with a serious temper problem.

I walk into the base, fists clenched, already trying to summon the most dramatic, rage-fueled villain tantrum I can manage. After all, I've just come back from fighting All Might, I should be fuming, right? I can't let anyone suspect that deep down, I'm actually relieved that I didn't have to finish him off.

Okay, here goes nothing.

With a loud growl, I grab the first thing I see — some random chair — and hurl it across the room. It clatters against the wall, and I feel a weird sense of satisfaction watching it break into pieces.

Me: RAAARGH! THIS STUPID PLACE! EVERYTHING IS RIDICULOUS!

I'm yelling at the top of my lungs now, throwing anything I can get my hands on — books, chairs, a couple of glasses. I even kick over a table. I mean, it's not like I want to be destructive, but hey, if Shigaraki's known for throwing hissy fits, I've gotta sell it, right?

I pick up a small lamp and chuck it at the wall. There's a satisfying crash as it shatters into pieces.

Me: WHY DOES NOTHING GO THE WAY IT'S SUPPOSED TO?!

I grab a bottle next, smashing it into the floor, glass flying everywhere.

Me: I should be a villain! I should be stronger! Why does this keep happening?!

This fake tantrum is starting to feel a little too real. My mind is racing, the stress of the USJ attack, the fight with All Might, All For One's stupid test... it's all starting to get to me. And in the middle of this whirlwind of chaos, I realize I'm just flailing.

Me: And why—

I charge forward, only to crash face-first into the door. Hard.

Me: Oh crap—

The impact knocks the wind out of me, and I see stars for a second before I fall backward, dazed. I wasn't even looking where I was going. Just ran full speed into that door like an idiot.

Okay... maybe that was a bit much.

Before I can pick myself up, the door swings open, hitting me on the way down. Fantastic.

Enter Dabi and Toga, looking mildly alarmed but mostly just... entertained? Dabi's got this half-amused smirk, and Toga's practically bouncing on her toes, excited to see what chaos I've caused.

Toga: Wow, Usagi! You're really mad this time, huh? That's sooo cool!

I groan, still half on the floor. My head's spinning, and I'm pretty sure I've just given myself a mild concussion.

Dabi: Seriously, what the hell did you do in here?

Me: What does it look like, genius? I'm mad!

Dabi raises an eyebrow, stepping over the broken glass like it's nothing. He looks around at the wreckage I've created, clearly unimpressed.

Dabi: Uh-huh. Sure looks like it. Didn't think you'd take it this far, though. You usually save this kind of destruction for the heroes.

I drag myself off the floor, rubbing the bump forming on my forehead. Toga is giggling, skipping around the room and kicking at the pieces of broken furniture. Meanwhile, I'm just trying not to pass out.

Toga: You're sooo much fun when you're mad, Usagi! I like this side of you!

Yeah, well, this side of me is running on fumes right now. Can I please just... not?

I sigh, leaning against what's left of a nearby table. My whole body hurts from running into that door, and my head's pounding. I glance at Dabi, who's just watching me like I'm some sort of sideshow.

Dabi: So, what was the point of this? You blow off some steam, or did you actually manage to hurt yourself?

Both. Definitely both.

I rub my head again, wincing as the pain throbs.

I mean, isn't this what Shigaraki would've done? 

Rage around, break stuff, throw a fit?

That's what I'm going for here.

Dabi shrugs, nonchalant as ever.

Dabi: Maybe next time? Watch where you're going. The door didn't do anything to deserve that.

Me: Ha ha. Very funny.

Toga skips over, grabbing my arm and swinging it back and forth.

Toga: C'mon, Usagi! You're not done yet, right? Let's break some more stuff! It's fun when you do it!

Me: Nope, I'm done. Pretty sure I just gave myself brain damage. Can't rage properly if I can't think straight.

I push her off, my head still spinning from the impact. I slump into one of the few remaining chairs, sighing as the adrenaline starts to wear off. This tantrum thing is exhausting. How did Shigaraki manage it so often?

Dabi: Well, you definitely made your point. But maybe next time, try not to knock yourself out, yeah?

He turns to leave, stepping over the wreckage I've made. Toga follows, but not before giving me one last grin.

Toga: You're sooo fun, Usagi. Let's do this again sometime!

All of the sudden the exhaustion starts to hit me like a ton of bricks. I try to stand, to move, to do anything...., but my legs are shaking, and my head is still pounding from my door encounter.

Alright, just need to get to bed. 

Or take a short nap...

I take a step forward, and then — SLAM! I hit the floor.... I mean everything started to spin and turn and it seems that running against that door was enough for me....

Oh, come on—

And just like that, everything goes black. The last thing I hear is Toga's laugh echoing in the background.

Well, this is embarrassing...

~~TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 3~~

A/N: Thanks for reading Part 2! I hope you all enjoyed this part and thanks forr eading!