When a villian takes the place of a hero

7246

I just did a bad thing~

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For the next two weeks, the villains plus Nano terrorized the school. They played pranks on the teachers, tripped students in the hall. They even got Nano to sneak into the principal’s office to try and change their files.

It didn’t work, but at least there was an attempt.

But while that was happening, there was something in the darkness. Something brewing, slowly gathering strength. It seemed to be keeping an eye on the vilains.

In a disclosed location, Shigaraki Tomura sat on a barstool, making plans and ideas on how to capture the number one hero. Kurogiri was cleaning glasses from last night’s customers, overseeing Shigaraki’s work. It was pretty silent, expect for the few times Shigaraki would mumble or curse when something didn’t go his way. Static broke that silence, then on a small tv, the face of All for One appears.

“Tomura, have you checked on our...latest project?”

“Of course Sensei. It seems to have calmed down significantly. I’m sure we’ve broken it already.” Shigaraki smirks, his chapped lips cracking. AfO seems to like that answer, so he nods.

“Then today we start the final test. Bring 7246 to the warehouse, and begin immediately. Kurogiri, I expect a report on it’s reactions to each obstacle and each response to a command. Understood?”

“Yes Sensei. It shall be done at once.”

Kurogiri nods and sets down the lean glass in his hands. Shigaraki stands from his seat and starts making his way towards the back of the bar. “Kurogiri, go make sure everything is ready in the testing area. I’ll go fetch our guest.” Kurogiri doesn’t respond. He just creates a portal to where he needs and disappears and AfO’s face fades away on the screen. Shigaraki walks to a small, closet sized room. He opens the door to a pitch black room. There seems to be no windows, only one door to go in and come out of. A single light bulb hanging from the ceiling illuminates the room at the flip of a switch. In the middle of the room is a chair, on old wooden chair that has seen better days in the past. In that said chair, was the faint outline of a person in the low lighting. Their head is down and they seem to be asleep. Shigaraki makes his way to the chair and kicks it over, knocking the person down with it.

“Oi, get up. We have shit to do.”

A small, female sounding groan escapes from the fallen figure. Dark mahogany eyes stared up at him through strands of long deep blue hair. Their skin seemed to be pale and cracked, as the raise their head to look at him.

“What...what do you want from me?”

“It’s not what I want from you, it’s what you can do for me. Now get up, it’s your final training day.”

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“Training is finished for the day. Go have your lunch now. I’m gonna go pass out in the teacher’s lounge.” As Aizawa finishes his sentence the bell rings and class 1-A rushes out of the door to the lunch room. Well, most of them anyway. Save for the three usual slackers in the back. They’re too busy whispering to each other to pay attention to the bell. When they noticed everyone was gone, they quietly pack their things and make their way to the dorms. Planning skipping on the other hero classes anyway, the trio plan to change and meet in Dabi’s room for a gaming session with Nano. The hero kids were getting ready for the sports festival, and the villain kids were getting bored. Everyone's so focused on the tournament they got boring. Plus they also had their friend who’s usually bored out of his mind while they’re at school.

They go to their respective rooms and change. Nano follows Midoriya to Dabi’s room and they start a game of Cards Against Humanity. They end up finding out Nano and Toga are horrible people.

“You two need and electric, and I can’t stress this enough, chair.”

“Hm, I don’t know. That sounds kinky.”

“Nano nO-”

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Shigaraki kicks 7246 down to the ground. The cold, hard stone causing more cracks to form on their already broken skin. It lets out a grunt an tries to stand back up, struggling with one broken arm. It was snapped in an odd 90 degree angle, and there’s severe cracking around the elbow. Most likely a sign of a blunt object making contact before it broke.  Gasping in pain, it shakily got to its knees, glaring at Shigaraki. He glares right back before making a swift jab towards it’s stomach. 7246 wheezes and doubles over. They cough out some blood and spits it at Shigaraki’s feet. Grimacing in disgust, he turns away from it and speaks to Kurogiri.

“Tell Sensei it’s ready. And make sure it’s cleaned up, I don’t want to look at it anymore. We’re heading out tomorrow night.”

“As you wish Tomura. I shall inform him at once.”

Shigaraki doesn’t respond, only kicking 7246 one last time before heading out through a portal created for him. Kurogiri leans down to help the downed person(?). He cleaned up all the blood on the floor and on its body. It stays quiet the whole time, only asking one thing before it’s swept away into a portal. It’s voice rough and scratchy, as if they had been crying for several hours.

“Wh-why do you do this?”

Kurogiri gives a sympathetic look, or as much as he could give since he hs smoke for a face, “It’s my job. Just as your job is to help us take down the people against us. You wouldn’t want to disappoint, right?”

It shakes its head, and the last thing it sees before everything goes dark is something akin to smile spread across his face.