Mayhem (BNHAxmale!Reader[2])

Chapter Two: His Father, Endeavor

Deku and Uraraka sat in the conference room where they, along with the rest of their (currently living) classmates were being interviewed on live television. None of them truly wished to be there, and in fact, the two nightfall heroes (Tokoyami and Shoji) refused to make an appearance. Despite their obvious discomfort, the reporters still chose to pry into their feelings about the current situation.

You see, it had only recently become public that the new clique in the League Of Villains (which is currently the world's largest threat), the Mayhem Squad, is comprised of former U.A. students. The reporters knew they were aware of the identities of the ruffians and yet could not come close to capturing them.

"Why haven't you caught these felons, Deku?" a reporter questioned, pushing her mic towards his face.

"Ah, you see, the Mayhem Squad is made up four very powerful persons..." Deku explained nervously, "it will take a while to bring them down."

"What about you, Uravity? Do you have anything to add?" another reporter inquired.

"I have to agree with Deku," Uraraka sighed, "three of the members of the Mayhem Squad were the three most powerful students in our class, and the fourth is basically a hostile human shield..."

"Are you saying that you can't defeat them?" a reporter pushed.

"That's not what they were saying at all," Jiiro interrupted, "they were simply informing you that it may take a while."

"Yeah," Hagakure sighed, "we may be heroes, but we're still people, we can't do everything at the speed of light."

"How are you handling the recent death of Ingenium, Froppy?" a male reporter questioned Tsuyu.

"It's affecting us all extremely hard, but we will get through this, believe me," Tsuyu stated calmly.

• • •

(Y/n) watched on one of the bar's televisions as the heroes gave disappointing responses to the camera. He sighed and turned to Toga, who had taken a seat a few stools away from him a few minutes ago with Bakugou. Kirishima plopped down next to (Y/n) after stretching.

"Tomura, where in the actual hell are Shouto and Dabi?" (Y/n) asked impatiently.

"Ask Bakugou," Shigaraki let out a heavy breath and he dismisses the question, continuing to talk to Kurogiri.

"Katsuki, where in the actual hell ar-"

"I don't fucking know," Bakugou growled, "Icy-Hot said he was out earlier. I have no idea where Dabi is."

"Ugh," (Y/n) groaned, "whatever they're doing better be worth it."

• • •

"I'm not going to kill our father, Dabi," Shouto sighed.

"Why not? It's not like you have anything better to do before we get back to the bar," Dabi replied.

Shouto sighed, "I'll mess him up, but my point won't be made if I kill him."

Dabi nodded as he parked in front of the large house where the two grew up. Shouto got out of the passenger seat and pulled his hood over his head, looking around. Dabi turned off the gas and got out, adjusting his jacket.

The two walked into the gate calmly and entered the property. Dabi lit his hand with angry blue flames, then set the fence on fire. The blue flares slowly licked at the fence, not yet rising to swallow it whole.

Shouto walked up to the door and touched the knob, seeing if it was still metal. When he found it was, he froze the handle solid and grabbed a large stick off the ground. Shouto slammed the stick into the handle, shattering it and ultimately unlocking the door.