𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 ♡ ʙɴʜᴀ

𝗪 𝗘 𝗟 𝗟

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

"WELL?" Tomura Shigaraki looked at you, and if you were anyone else— someone who hadn't known this man for as many years as you did, you wouldn't have been able to tell that his eyebrows were raised underneath his hand.

"Well, what?" you rebuttled, sitting on the countertop of the bar while swinging your legs back and forth. Kurogiri narrowed his eyes, telling you to get off his bar, just as he always does. And just as you always do, you flip him the bird.

"Give us intel on the students, dumbass. What else would I be asking?" Shigaraki exclaimed, standing up from where he had been sitting on the couch.

You shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly, "I dunno, man. You could've been asking about how my day was or if I wear socks to bed, which I don't, by the way. That's just wrong."

Shigaraki started scratching his neck, "stop joking around, Y/N and give us the damn information!"

"Drama queen, much?" you muttered under your breath as you rolled your eyes.

Shigaraki visibiliy twitched, his nails digging into his skin deeper, causing flakes of skin to flurry on the ground like snow. Kurogiri noticed this and interrupted from where he stood behind the bar before things got too out of hand, "please tell us, y/n."

A sly grin took over your lips, "well since you asked so politely!"

And so you chatted with them, telling all the things you knew about the students and teachers at U.A. From Aizawa's daily naps(that's a vulnerability. Though, you knew the man was still on high alert even when asleep) to Izuku's odd secretiveness(what exactly was that kid hiding? You were determined to find out), you told them just about everything.

You may have left out Todoroki's issues with his father, but hey, it wasn't their right to know. It just felt... too personal, something you didn't have the right to share. And no, you weren't going soft. You just could relate. That's all. Nothing more, nothing less.

After talking for some time, you took a breather. Within the pause, you could see Tomura quirk an eyebrow through the cracks inbetween his fingers, "is that everything?"

You hummed, "oh... and we're gonna be training at this place called the USJ in a week. That's definitely a good place and time to attack. All Might will be there."

Tomura perked up at hearing this and then puffed out a breath in frustration, "you couldn't have started with that?"

You shrugged, flicking a piece of hair over your shoulder, "it wouldn't be much of a surprise if I didn't build up to it." Tomura ignored you and instead prodded for more information about USJ. You were more than happy to oblige and share the details.

"Okay, so I noticed that during lunch the old rat goes to the bathroom for approximately 5 minutes and then gets a salad for himself, which takes 3 minutes. Adding that, I had a total of 8 minutes to search his office for plans."

"Yes, we can all do math here, Y/N," Kurogiri butted in. You threw him a glare before continuing on.

"As I was saying, I did it yesterday because on Thursday's he takes a little longer cause a different lunch lady serves and he chats with her," You explained, swinging your legs happily. Tomura didn't seem to be satisfied though.

"I don't care about that, get to the important shit, y/n!" Shigaraki demanded. It was clear you were irritating the blue-haired man and you couldn't help but smile at that fact. Good.

"So pushy, are you like this in bed, too?" you teased with a wink. He threw a glass at you, which you easily dodged and instead it hit the back of the bar, shattering a few bottles of liqour. The alcohol poured from the shelves and pooled onto the floor, mixing together and creating a strong stench.

"Guys, seriously?" Kurogiri sighed, getting a broom and a pan.

"Sorry Giri!" You said with a slight laugh.

"Y/N!" Shigaraki yelled, getting frustrated with your antics. You held your hands up in mock surrender, "okay, jeez."

So, you continued on. You told him about the bus that would be transporting you to training dome and the location of it. You touched upon the set up inside and how it's split into sections; one with a cold snow-covered terrain, another with a boat in the middle of water, one with a mountain range, and another with desert conditions. The teachers that would be there were Eraserhead, All Might, and the pro-hero Thirteen.

Tomura listened intently as you explained all of this. Once you finished, you could see the tips of an evil smile reside on his lips. Creepy bastard. "Perfect... we'll get to take down All Might once and for all."

A sadistic laugh escaped his crusty lips. "Boss..."

The television to the left of Kurogiri lit up, as if it hadn't been listening in on the conversation the whole time. "Yes?" it spoke.

"Do you have a nomu prepared?"

"I just finished one up."

"Perfect. What do you think of this plan?" Shigaraki questioned.

"You will succeed."

And with that, the television shut off, cutting off your end of communication. "Yeah, hi pops, I'm good thanks for asking," you muttered under your breath, feeling slightly irked he didn't even talk to you.

The rest of the night was spent discussing the plans for USJ. Once the plan was engraved in your mind, you were told to go because of they started calling in more villains to talk about the attack. "Y/N, leave." A voice boomed from the television.

"What, why?" You exclaimed. You were the one who did all the digging, why was it that you couldn't stay?

"You identity must remain a secret. You cannot mess this up for us," your mock-father said. You knew deep down he was right. If more villains knew about you outside the little bubble you've been in for years and then saw you at U.A, it could just blow your cover if the attack doesn't work out. All the training you've done since you were younger would be for nothing. "We have to take all possibilities into consideration."

You sighed, pouting, "okay..."

The television shut off once more. "Really, my days at U.A are going well, seriously thanks for asking, pops," you mumbled, feeling deflated.

"You heard the man, get outta here," Tomura shooed you away.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. I have a kitten to feed, anyways."

"Hey kid," the blue haired man said, grabbing your attention right as you reached the door. You turned around slightly to look at him. "You did good."

You nodded, walking out the room as a small smile bloomed on your face. You flew up into the sky with vast speed, feeling confident. It wasn't often that Shigaraki complimented you, in fact, that was probably the first time in years. But, you two were close, despite being so far apart in age. Hisashi took the both of you in and you grew up together. It was almost as if he was a big brother to you, just a really crusty, evil, one.

He was always a little jealous of you, even though he was the one to be father's successor. You didn't understand it yourself to be honest, perhaps it was because you were the league of villains secret little angel. Pops did spend more time and effort into training you than he did Tomura, so maybe that was it. But either way, the blue-haired man was just bat shit evil, that much you could tell.

But then again... so are you.