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“The League of Villains, as the name implies, is a criminal gang.
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They’re hardly organized enough to qualify as an organization, yet nevertheless.
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If this group increasingly becomes a threat, people will be on edge.
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They’ll want more heroes. Everywhere, even Yokohama.
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It is vital this does not happen.
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Those people hardly ever listen, they’ll force their actions onto us with shut eyes and plugged ears.
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You have two options:
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Convince them that heroes in Yokohama would be redundant, or,
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instill such a suffocating fear that they never try to meddle with our city again.
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Additionally, dispose of the League of Villains.
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Greedy, foolish gangs like that can be pesky things to take care of if they get too large.
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You have until July.”
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Abruptly, though no less predictably, a strange group formed an—albeit messy—circle around two teenagers. At the children’s feet were three grown men, all knocked cold with ease. A particularly unsettling figure approached them, an odd hand vailed his face.
“Hello, children.” Scratchy voice, Dazai noted. No doubt related to the raw neck that man had. “We have watched you, carefully. You’re strong, I want you to join my league.”
For a moment, both Dazai and Chuuya just stared, slightly dumbfounded. There was no easing into the proposition, no wariness, not even a hint of preservation. Either the man thought of them as pathetically weak, or he was a fool.
Coming back to herself, Dazai positioned her body slightly behind Chuuya with practiced discomfort. Understanding this as a que, Chuuya stepped forward, squared her shoulders, and balled up her fists.
Head held high, Chuuya challenged the man. “What’s your name?”
Taken aback, the hand-man seethed and scratched at his neck—confirmation of Dazai’s hypothesis. “Well, you can’t ask that! Answer my question!”
Jumping at the opportunity, Dazai made herself smaller, hunching her shoulders minutely, and mumbled. “But you never asked a question.”
Suddenly, the hand-man's head snapped to look at her. Chuuya moved to shield Dazai—who had startled and backed away—more effectively.
Fortunately, for her job, Dazai unintentionally bumped into an odd looking reptile, and quickly scurried over to Chuuya with feigned fear until they were back to back.
“What did you say?” The hand-man growled, moving to walk over to them until a misty hand grabbed onto him.
“No, Tomura. Wait for their response to your proposition.” A strange, black-purple-mist contraption ordered.
The hand-man frantically scratched at his neck once more. “But—they!”
“It would be senseless. As the leader, you should set a good example.” The mist-man, who Dazai deemed as the babysitter, instructed.
“I’ll ask again: who are you?” Chuuya demanded, her patience thinning.
Grumbling a bit more, the hand-man answered. “We’re the League of Villains, I’m their leader: Shigaraki Tomura. I want you to join us.”
Chuuya looked around suspiciously and moved her arm to shield Dazai again while the other visibly examined and observed all of the criminals. “And what if we say no?”
The unappealing reptile behind Dazai spoke before Shigaraki could. “Then we’ll kill ya, good enough for ya brats?”
Dazai kept her eye pointed at the lizard with a look of discomfort. Truly, she was quite sick of this mission already. Playing as a child was very tedious.
Unfortunately, the reptile noticed and took great offense. He stomped over to Dazai, and, before Chuuya could react within the appropriate time frame of her character, painfully grabbed Dazai by the top of her hair and lifted her.
“The fuck you staring at, bandages!?” The reptile sneered, getting all up in Dazai’s space. “Have a problem with mutants!? Hate to be the one to tell ya, but you don’t look much better!”
In a show of skill, Chuuya kicked the lizard’s legs out from under him and, once he started falling, kicked him harshly in the stomach so he’d go flying back into the wall. Far too skilled for her role, Dazai critiqued. Thankfully, Chuuya caught Dazai before she could fall.
“Oooh~” a blond, seemingly teenage girl cooed. “I like her, Shigaraki! She’s so cute!”
A shameful, selfish wave of jealousy overcame Dazai and she grabbed onto Chuuya’s shoulders while glaring at the older schoolgirl.
“Impressive,” Shigaraki noted, not even accounting for Chuuya’s fumble in character. “But you wouldn’t be able to take on all of us. So, make your decision.”
Chuuya glanced—seemingly nervous—at Dazai, who only stared back. Coming to a decision, Chuuya sighed and looked up at Shigaraki with confidence. “We’ll join, but we won’t be your damn assistant or whatever.”
Shigaraki shrugged carelessly and turned around, before pausing and looking back at the girls. “The black-haired one, do we have to take her? She just hid this entire meeting.”
“It seems,” the babysitter spoke, “that the brown-haired girl is important to the red-head. Therefore, she must prove useful.”
“Hmm,” Shigaraki pondered. “I guess, let’s just go.”
Instantaneously, a portal—that resembled the mist-man—formed, the members of this League stepped in. With nowhere else to go, seeing as they were surrounded—added that this was their plan—double black followed dutifully.
The moment they stepped through the portal, the blond school girl grabbed onto Chuuya’s hands while bouncing up and down excitedly.
“I’m Himiko Toga! What’s your name? You’re super cool, the way you kicked Spinner like that was hilarious!”
Before Chuuya even had a chance to respond, Toga shifted and grabbed onto Dazai’s hands—who was previously glaring at Toga. “And you? Who are you? Your hair is super long! It’s really cute! Don’t listen to Spinner, your bandages make you look cool! Although they could use a change.”
While Chuuya stared at Toga with surprise, Dazai was more bemused than anything. She quickly grabbed onto Toga’s hands, as well.
“I’m Oba Yozo, and this is Hayama Michiko! It’s lovely to meet you, I like your hair too! It’s cute!”
Pointedly ignoring Chuuya’s suspicious look, Dazai focused on the over-energized girl in front of her.
“Augh you’re so adorable!” Toga brought Dazai’s hands up to her face. “You think my hair is cute too! Ooh, I just want to drink your blood!”
At that, Chuuya and Dazai paused.
Thankfully, a large, scarred man butted in. “Toga, leave them alone. You’ll scare them off.”
Toga whined childishly. “Whaaat? We’re friends, Dabi! Yozo-chan called me cute!”
“You just met, don’t call her by her given name!”
“But we’re friends!”
“No, you’re not!”
Despite her own grievances about the use of her given name, Dazai deemed that to go against Toga would be illogical. “It’s fine, she can call me Yozo. We are friends, after all!”
At this, Toga let out an excited squeal while Dabi just groaned into his hand. All the while, Chuuya has been curiously observing the unprecedented interaction.
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Now that it was nightfall, and Dazai and Chuuya had retreated back to the abandoned apartments they squatted at, they could discuss how the plan went.
“What the fuck was that, Dazai!?” Unfortunately, Chuuya had her own priorities.
With a sigh, Dazai flattened her expression to its natural state. “What was what, Chuuya?”
“Oba Yozo? Hayama Michiko? What the hell were you thinking?”
“I was thinking,” Dazai glared at her partner, the draft coming in from the multiple broken windows not helping her mood, “that it would be preferable to reduce the possibility of our civilian identities being tracked back to our mafia ones.”
Chuuya rolled her eyes and paced the small room, hands in her hair. “There’s a fucking lie detector detective, we can’t just start with lying about our names! These fake identities are pointless, and borderline incriminating!”
Offended, Dazai stood up with a start. “This isn’t incriminating, this is meticulously planned out by yours truly. We’re fine.”
“Fine?” Chuuya scoffed, storming towards the window. “It’s fine how we’ll have to start trying to find a viable truth for why we went by fake names? They’ll want to know, Dazai. Sure, maybe they’ll chalk it up to shame at first, but that damned principal won’t be fooled so easily. This will come back to bite us!”
“Chuuya!” Dazai interrupted her, startling Chuuya into silence while she walked towards her, fists clenched. “It’s vital, that’s all you need to know. You don’t remember your real name, use that excuse. It’ll give you pity points.”
Chuuya, always unafraid of challenge, met Dazai halfway, their faces inches apart. “Oh yeah? You think I don’t know that? Well guess what, Oba” Dazai bit down a wince “you do know your fucking name. So what then? What’s your excuse?”
Smack.
The girls stood in stunned silence for a moment. Raising an eerily steady hand, Chuuya felt her quickly-reddening cheek, face thrown to the side. Her furious eyes turned to meet Dazai’s borderline manic ones, the slight shake in the younger’s hand not unnoticed. In fact, the entire girl was brimming with a controlled rage that had been burning for a very, very long time. Although, it wasn’t a crazed anger. Dazai was silent, meticulous, and, worst of all, calculating.
Crack.
Dazai stumbled back a bit with the force of the punch, already dreading the swelling that would occur. She didn’t turn to look at Chuuya, instead just standing there, unmoving. Chuuya was breathing heavily—not out of exhaustion, but out of enmity.
A quiet, breathless laugh escaped Dazai, and she lolled her head back over to face Chuuya—who had stood back up into a normal stance. “Ironic, earlier you were so willing to send a man flying just for tugging on my hair.”
Chuuya scoffed, and stuffed her hands into her pockets.
“Sent him flying with an amount of force that should not have been applied.” Dazai added, her eyes darkening.
Standing straighter, Chuuya sneered.”I couldn’t let them think of us as weak.”
Instead of biting back, Dazai smiled. It wasn’t authentic, more like a drawing. “Well, we have a lot to discuss about the plan, then.”
<——>
Dazai, sitting at a bar with the League of Villains—and Chuuya—swung her feet back and forth.
“Hey, mist-guy, uh, do you have any liquor?.” Dazai called, not bothering to ask for names. The hesitancy and nervousness she needed was excessively annoying.
“You’re like, twelve, you don’t need a drink.” The scarred man—Dabi—pointed out, raising an eyebrow at her.
Dazai scoffed with offense, forgetting her character for a moment. “I’m fifteen! I can handle alcohol!”
Dabi rolled his eyes and grumbled something under his breath while mist-man cleaned a bottle.
“I apologize, Oba-san. But I cannot satisfy your request, as you are underage.”
Dazai cocked an eyebrow. “You made me join your criminal organization but won’t let me drink? At a bar?”
“You hold a compelling argument,” mist-man admitted. “But nevertheless, I cannot allow you to drink.”
Dazai grumbled about prejudice under her breath and rested her head on her arms.
“Michiko-Chan!” Toga yelled happily and ran up to Chuuya. “This is Twice, he’s my friend!”
Chuuya hopped off her seat and greeted both of the people in front of her with pleasantries.
“Hello,” Twice said, with just as much enthusiasm as Toga. “It’s good to meet you!”
Contradicting, Twice immediately changed.
“No it’s not, this sucks.”
Toga was utterly unphased, however, Chuuya had been completely bewildered and likely offended.
Dazai snorted. “It’s his quirk, chibi-chan. Gods, you’re so slow! No wonder you’re a slug!”
Chuuya turned her head for look at Dazai, face contorted with anger. Right as she was about to yell, though, Shigaraki walked in.
Dabi rested his head on his hand. “You seem excited.”
Shigaraki, with the edges of his mouth poking out from the strange hand, eagerly replied. “I was thinking, those hero brats have a training camp soon! They’ll be deserted, unprepared, and exhausted.”
“We’re going to ambush them!?” Toga exclaimed with curious excitement.
“That doesn’t make sense,” Spinner argued. “Our target is All Might, and he wouldn’t be there, right?”
“I didn’t sign up to beat up some high schoolers.” Dabi snarked, folding his arms.
Shigaraki huffed. “No, no! I am going to recruit one of them!”
Dabi runs his hands down his face with exhaustion.
Cocking her head curiously, Dazai asked; “who are you going to try and recruit?”
A large grin spread once again amongst Shigaraki’s face. “The explosion kid, Bakugo!”
“What!?” Dabi snapped. “That kid would never join the League!”
“You don’t know that!” Shigaraki cut in. “He’s so aggressive, not a good trait for a hero. But a villain? He’s perfect.”
Spinner snorted. “Perfect way to get us blown up, sure.”
“Be quiet!” Shigaraki seethed. “You don’t know anything, I’m the leader!”
Dabi huffed, though Toga looked excited.
“Where’s the training camp?” Chuuya asked.
“Better question,” Dazai interrupted her. “How do you know where it is?”
Shigaraki folded his arms, clearly enjoying the feeling of power. “You’ll find out. And, we have our ways to get information.”
Chuuya nodded, not letting it go but wise enough not to push it. Dazai, however, did not.
“What, you don’t know?” Dazai grinned, mischief glistened in her eye. “Hah! You’re probably guessing, I don’t even think you have a trustworthy source!”
Shigaraki seethed, while the rest of the League warily glanced at Dazai.
“I do have a trustworthy source! Matter of fact, I have the best one!”
“I’ll believe it when I see it, hand-man!” Dazai taunted.
“D-Oba.” Chuuya hissed, fumbling the name slightly.
Shigaraki marched towards Dazai, brimming with rage. “My source is a student! I know everything going on in that class, everything! You can’t even compare, so keep your mouth shut, girl!”
Flinching visibly at the volume and closeness of Shigaraki, Dazai maked herself smaller. Jackpot, Dazai thought. “A student isn’t really trustworthy,” she mumbled, allowing the aura of an uncertain child to overwhelm her.
Suddenly, Shigaraki burst forward with his hand outstretched. Chuuya, ever the loyal dog, was quick to jump in front of Dazai and block. However, when the man’s hand wrapped around her arm, a short, sharp scream of pain gasped from Chuuya’s mouth. Dazai didn’t waste time to grab onto Chuuya’s shoulders and yank her back while pushing Shigaraki away with her leg—sending him stumbling away from them and no longer grasping Chuuya’s arm.
Whilst Shigaraki cursed under his breath, Chuuya steadied her arm as much as possible and evaluated the damage. With horror, Dazai noticed the cracks. The disintegration taking place on Chuuya’s arm.
“You brat,” Shigaraki snarled, standing up. “You’ll pay for that.”
“Shigaraki.” A neutral, steady voice cut through the tension. “Enough.”
The intimidating persona immediately evaporated from Shigaraki, leaving a childish, downright petty one. “But- she pushed me!”
“You cannot kill your members when they irritate you, those girls could prove valuable.”
Shigaraki huffed under his breath and turned to walk away before pausing. “This isn’t over.”
With that, he departed the bar.
Meanwhile, Toga walked over to Chuuya. “He gets really pissy sometimes,” she grumbles.
“Yeah,” Chuuya agreed. “I noticed.”
Dabi snorted from his seat.
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Chuuya cursed under her breath as she peaked under the bandages wrapped around her arm. “Dammit, now I look as stupid as you.”
“Chuuya should be honored!” Dazai announced from her laying position on an old, discarded couch. “I have the most delightful fashion choices.”
Chuuya snorted and muttered something like “yeah, right.”
Silence blanketed the girls for a moment as Dazai calculated. “We gained valuable information.”
“At the cost of my arm.”
“Valuable, nonetheless” Dazai shrugged. “We now know his quirk, initiated by touch. That would explain the hands on him.”
“They’re an extension of his quirk?” Chuuya assumed. “Unfortunate.”
Dazai hummed. “That’s a possibility, but I don’t think that’s the right one. He’s so childish, maybe a trauma reaction. It’s likely those hands are the remains of emotionally significant individuals he killed.”
Chuuya paused with her fiddling. “Damn, that sucks.”
“Also,” Dazai continued. “UA has a spy, a student.”
“Which class do you think they’re in?” Chuuya asked.
Dazai paused. “Probably 1-A, it won’t be too hard to scope them out.”
Chuuya sniffed. “I’d bet they’d be really nervous around us, but the real question is why the hell they’re working for the league.”
“Money is a possibility, but, seeing as UA is a prestigious hero school, I doubt it.” Dazai acknowledged. “There’s someone behind the League, someone pulling the strings.”
“Kurogiri? That Shigaraki dude listens to him.”
“No,” Dazai countered. “Kurogiri is more of a babysitter, he doesn’t take charge or really manipulate Shigaraki’s actions other than advise him to not fuck everything up. There’s someone else, and they’re trying to hide.”
“Pussy,” Chuuya muttered.
Dazai hummed, before she let out a dramatic sigh and threw her arms away from her. “Until we figure this out, I have to deal with a wretched Chibi!”
“Oh fuck off!” Chuuya snapped. “You’re barely taller than me!”
Abruptly, Dazai jumped up from where she laid on the couch, not enough to startle Chuuya but enough to peak her curiosity. “That’s enough dilly-dallying, slug!”
“There is no way you just said dilly-dallying at your grown age.”
“We have things to do! People to meet, suspicions to arise!”
Chuuya sighed, strawberry-blond hair brushed over her face. “Whatever, let’s just go.”