•Manipulation• [BNHA × Male!OC]

Chapter 168: COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT

Shigaraki had faced off against Re-Destro, the leader of the Meta Liberation Army.

In the midst of it, he joined in the trend the Villain League seemed to be setting.

That is to say, he awakened.

Or at least that's what Re-Destro called it.

He had leveled up his quirk through sheer willpower.

In doing so, he ended his fight with Re-Destro, the latter ending up without his legs but at least his life was intact.

And somehow, with that one battle, Re-Destro handed over the Army's reins to none other than the king of destructive tendencies himself.

And that's how the worst possible scenario of all had occured.

To hear that society's two biggest threats had teamed up to increase their destructive capabilities was bad enough.

What made things worse was that this display had somehow convinced Gigantomachia that Shigaraki was indeed worthy of being All for One's successor, and just like that the villains had gained another powerful ally.

The cover story that was put out conveniently skipped the two major parties involved altogether. Instead this was reported as a case of a city valiantly fending off villains and succeeding.

Such hopeful news.

How convenient it was that it happened to push the Liberation army's agenda.

And now, a week had passed from then.

I scowled down at the plate before me.

Normally I was a big fan of sushi.

"Ahh, this must be what they mean by 'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger'!" Mr. Compress gleefully proclaims before tossing a piece of nigiri in his mouth.

Dabi, ever the wet blanket, said "You didn't do anything, did you?"

"Come off it, I did my best to run away!" Mr. Compress seemed to be in a good mood.

And he didn't seem to remember anything about the teleporting.

"Yeah, you ran so far you passed out!" Twice guffawed.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry about that Nora, I must have spooked you!" Mr. Compress chuckled from across the table.

"Not at all, I just wish I could have slept through the whole thing too!" I mused, earning a displeased protest from the man.

Somehow, that had been the conclusion everyone settled on for why Mr. Compress ended up where he did. 

He ran away frantically to avoid being trampled by the mob and I'd chased after him, only for him to collapse from exhaustion after.

It was a stretch, but I wasn't about to complain that they were unknowingly covering my tracks for me.

I uncrossed my legs, stretching them out under the coffee table. I was seated on the floor, propping my back up against the couch.

"Oi Dabi, if you aren't gonna eat then I will," Spinner pointed at the sushi platter.

The flame villain waved a hand, "go ahead, I hate fish."

"Oh, twinsies," I grin, lulling my head back against the seat of the sofa to look up at an unamused Dabi.

He was the only one with the sense to actually sit on the large sofa.

"There's no fish in this one, d'you want it Nora?" Spinner offered, holding up what appeared to be a corn gunkan.

Normally I would have jumped at the opportunity, but...