The spectacular Deku

Chapter 26

At Night at the Kamino ward bar

How The dimly lit bar in Kamino Ward reeked of cheap booze and desperation, its few flickering lights. casting long, distorted shadows against the worn walls. The place, already crumbling from neglect, trembled as Shigaraki slammed a chair across the floor. It skidded, splintering wood and sending glasses crashing from the nearby table, shards glittering like scattered stars in the dim light. He was fuming, pacing with an agitated energy, his hands twitching dangerously, one step away from unleashing his decaying touch on everything around him. 

Shigaraki: How many times?!

Another glass flew through the air, smashing against the far wall, leaving behind a spray of liquid that slowly slid down like blood. He screamed, his raspy voice echoing in the dingy room 

Shigaraki: How many times is that FREAK going to get in our way?!

Behind the bar, Kurogiri watched the outburst silently, his mist-like form swirling with an unnatural calm, though his thoughts were anything but. He folded a glass into the mist that enveloped him and polished it methodically, his thoughts elsewhere. 

Kurogiri's head: Spider-Man—the troublesome vigilante—has disrupted our operations more times than I cared to count now. The undercurrent of our revenue, generated from countless criminals paying a protection fee to ensure that "The Big man" didn't target them, was drying up. Every petty theft, every minor crime in the ward that provided their steady income has been squashed by the spider's intervention. Villains are growing nervous, hesitant to pay into our organization that can't protect them from some masked vigilante.

Kurogiri's fogged eyes glimmered under his shadowy form. He knew this was unsustainable. Their funds were dwindling, their manpower shrinking by the day. Shigaraki's fit of rage, as chaotic as it was, mirrored his own frustration.

Kurogiri: Tomura...

he finally said, his voice smooth, controlled, though it held an edge of warning. 

Kurogiri: ...You need to calm down.

Shigaraki spun on his heel, his red-rimmed eyes burning with fury. 

Shigaraki: DONT TELL ME TO CALM DOWN! That wall crawling red and blue shit stain has been an increasing migraine blowing up in my head! Ready to burst a freaking aneurism!!! He is getting just as bad as the other aneurism in my head that's caused by FREAKING ALL MIGHT!!!

For a moment, it seemed as if he would lash out at Kurogiri himself. But before he could, a cold, distorted voice crackled through the bar. On a grainy TV screen mounted to the corner of the bar, "The Big Man" appeared. His image flickered, barely discernible showing barely even a figure and mostly a black screen, but his voice was unmistakable—ominous, detached, and commanding.

Big Man: Enough...

The voice rasped through the static. 

Big Man: Spider-Man has only delayed us, Tomura. Our operations remain on schedule.

Shigaraki clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms until thin trails of blood streaked his skin. His lips curled into a sneer. 

Shigaraki: Give me more resources, more men! I'll tear that spider limb from limb. We can't keep letting him—

Big Man: No...

The Master interrupted, his voice calm but unyielding. 

Big Man: We cannot afford to lose more men. Every piece must be in place for the upcoming battle. We need everyone to end the Symbol of Peace once and for all... You know this...