#8 precepts of death bnha

[lostiolite]

SMILING FRIENDS AND THE HASSAIKAI

mimic as glep

[kelluinox]

Calling myself delusional was more of a joke because my views are hugely unpopular, and it's easy to see why with Chisaki's record. When you see a man who is clearly extremely violent, manipulative, dismissive towards other people's feelings, abusive towards little children the last thing you would call him is empathetic. However, I don't think Chisaki is completely devoid of genuine feelings and emotion. I just think all of it is warped and extremely limited to the people he's close to and whom he cares about such as Pops, Hari and, yes, I believe the 8 bullets in some capacity as well.

I don't presume that the opinions I'm about to express are canon. In fact a lot of them are rooted in headcanon. Hey, I'm just a random Chisaki fan with my own silly little thoughts and if you think I'm insane - fair enough, but please let me vibe in my delusional little bubble instead of coming at me thinking you'll prove something.

I think Chisaki's childhood has impacted the way he can interact with people quite a lot. I think he lost his parents quite early, probably due to his quirk manifestation much like Eri, which is why he has internalized a lot of self hatred and loathing towards quirks. It's even possible that he killed only one parent and was rejected by the other, again, much like Eri. I think that he was then snatched by Afo and experimented on/groomed to be a vessel which has normalized cruelty for him - something Pops did nothing to correct after he took him in. I think he felt used after he escaped the orphanage one way or another and I think he was ignored by society much like Tenko was. He felt discarded like trash, unwanted, ignored. Before he was picked up by Pops which explains why he's so grateful to him and why he wants to pay him back for his love. Because by then he will have been abandoned twice for falling short of some requirements people wanted from him. He understands love as something that is transactional. If you don't earn love you wind up on the street, again unwanted, again unloved, and that's something he fears more than anything as a severely traumatized child.

I believe Chisaki genuinely loves his hassaikai family. It's the only truly permanent home he's ever known. It says in his character profile that his favorite thing is the Hassaikai. Not Pops. The Hassaikai. His family. Let's take a look at some obscure comments he makes about the 8 bullets:

"If I accomplish my idea, then the precepts will definitely..." What? The precepts will definitely do what? What was he about to say? Then the next page where he starts talking about how if he does this plan the yakuza, moreover the precepts, will emerge from the darkness before Pops interrupts him. To me, Chisaki was literally stating what he genuinely wanted - to achieve the wellbeing of his family. To allow this small group of people he cares about live in prosperity out in the open. That's exactly the reason he came up with this insane plan - to help his family, but that family is not limited to Pops and Kurono like most people would think. I think it extends to the bullets as well.

If my headcanons on Chisaki’s childhood are correct (which they might very well not be and this post will be ridiculous in a few months' time) then that would mean Chisaki would probably see a lot of himself in the 8 bullets. People left to rot on the street, oftentimes for their quirks or due to neglect/other actions from heroes, discarded and unwanted by society. Just like he was. He wanted to extend a helping hand to them, just like Pops once did and at the same time change society so this would never happen again. Now, is there a healthy dose of manipulation in there? Of course, in abundance! What else do you expect from a severely traumatized person who has no understanding of normal human interaction and thinks love is a transaction? You could even joke that Chisaki's love language is manipulation. Brainwashing? I don't believe so. Brainwashing would imply that Chisaki lied and radicalized these people, but Nemoto has told Mirio that Chisaki was always honest and upfront and the bullets themselves, of sound mind, confess that they know they are, to some extent tools. They agreed to play that role. And as for their views on society - they already had plenty of reasons to hate it for how it has treated them, so I don't see how Chisaki could've radicalized them there if they were already radical due to their experiences. All of this to say - of course Chisaki's attachment to these people is not going to be completely healthy. One of the chapters wasn't called "Chisaki's/Overhaul's warped compassion" for nothing.

You might remind me that Chisaki literally called these people pawns and said they don't matter and that the Hassaikai will live as long as only he and Pops are alive. That's true. That did happen. However, I just don't think Kai is the kind of guy to come out and say something emotional or be particularly open about his feelings and clearly tries to be the image of pragmatism. Hey, just my silly little opinions.

You then might ask, well, if he sees himself in the 8 bullets, then why is he so cruel to Eri? I think that's because Eri just hits too close to home. Again, my headcanons are at play here. Chisaki probably sees her as a complete copy of himself and projects all of his self hatred and hatred of his quirk onto her. Her being a curse? Yeah, that's him talking about how he feels about himself and his quirk Overhaul.

Let's also not forget that Chisaki got his hands on Garaki's quirk apocalypse theory where with each generation quirks become more and more powerful and will eventually become uncontrollable. Chisaki has seen proof of this happen. He is the proof. Eri is the proof. Toddlers are starting to kill their parents and be used by power-hungry people and Chisaki sees that happening and wants to stop it. He wants to prevent more children ending up like him. In his own way, he wanted to save society (not without some selfish impulses and ways to personally benefit of course, but he did). And if Eri was the price, the last child that needed to be hurt for this to happen - he was more than happy to pay that price. After all, he was experimented on too

I saw a post by a mutual talking about why Kai took the eight bullets into the Hassaikai and I'm interested now.

My mutual said that Kai empathized with them and that's why he took them into the Hassaikai, then they called themselves happily delusional. To contrast, Tamaki claims that the eight bullets seemed brainwashed, otherwise manipulated into following Kai.

We don't fully know Kai's empathetic skill set, we can assume it's pretty low given his actions to Eri; but we do know that Kai has a deep admiration toward his father figure, Pops, who took him in when he had no where to live.

I believe Kai was trying to be like his Pops by hiring the eight bullets, so that when his plan succeeded and he woke Pops up, Kai could be all like, "Hey, I rebuilt the Yakuza Empire in you name! And saved a bunch of people just like you saved me!"

[freckled-pumpkin6]

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[issamomma]

I’ve noticed that all the villain stans and Shiggy/Dabi/Chisaki simps are really nice and stick together despite being constantly shat on by a majority of the fandom. We love the baddies and each other. Good job being wholesome, team. 💕

[twice-the-twice-love]

[foggytiredwombat]

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[theghostofblackbunnymask]

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[thelonghairedone]

I am LOVING the interaction between the trio of Miruko, Rappa and Knuckleduster/O’Clock in this arc.

Because, honestly Knuckleduster is a bit of a bloodthirsty crazy bastard sometimes (though it seems maybe he was less so before he was a vigilante?).

But compared to the feralness of Miruko and Rappa, he ends up being the most straitlaced one of the group by default

[kayokos-villain-imagines]

General Relationship Headcanons- Setsuno Toya

// I have 6 requests and decided to do this because I love Setsuno so much //

// I still feel like I didn’t do him justice smh //

// I’m probably going to write a really fluffy scenario for him //

What he needs in a s/o: Someone kind enough to set aside time for him, patient enough to handle frequent breakdowns, and willing to give him copious amounts of praise and positive feedback. You’ll have to be openly affectionate and just be there for him no matter how hard things are for either of you.

How he acts with a crush: Doesn’t really know how to act. Should he show interest? Push you away? Try to stay friends? Everything seems like it’ll end with you abandoning him. And he couldn’t handle going through that again. Not with you. He ends up coming off as really anxious and afraid of you, which isn’t really wrong. No matter what though, he’s not going to ask you out. Either, Hojo sets you up, you ask him out, or Overhaul gets fed up with Setsuno’s puppy love and asks you two to resolve the issue.

Pros of dating him:

LOYAL: Once you give him apt time to fully warm up to the idea of trusting a s/o again, Setsuno would follow you off a cliff. You make him so happy just by being there and he would do anything to make you feel the same. No matter how hectic his day is, he’s constantly thinking of you, and daydreaming about getting to cuddle you again.

Supportive: Will support you in anything and everything you do. If there’s a possibility you could get hurt, he’ll be anxious about it, but he knows you can handle yourself, and he trusts you to make good decisions. In the meantime, he’s your personal cheerleader, telling you everyday how impressed he is with you and how much he believes in you. If you mess something up, he’s just as understanding, will reassure you that it wasn’t your fault and everything will be okay. Conversely, he’s the exact opposite with himself. He doesn’t think he has much to offer, and if he fails at something, he’ll put himself down about it for weeks.

Attentive: Will do anything and everything for you if you ask him to. He does so much for you, in fact, that you probably rarely ask him for things. If you do ask him for something, and he can’t get it for some reason, he’ll have a nervous breakdown and double down on his servitude for a while, begging for forgiveness long after you’ve told him that he did nothing wrong.

Easily Pleased: Don’t stress over getting him expensive gifts or planning elaborate date nights. Setsuno is very low-maintenance when it comes to this. Just ask him to come cuddle you, and he’s shaking from excitement. Seriously, you’re his reason for living and he would do anything to please you.

Hojo and Tabe: Honestly, where the other two might want to show you off to the others immediately, Setsuno’s a little more reluctant, pretty much purely because of jealousy. He trusts them, and you for that matter, but he’s sure that almost anyone could offer more as a romantic partner than he can. However, you do get to meet them eventually, and the thought of having two other people to protect you really reassures him.

Cons of dating him:

Emotion Transparency: You’ll have to learn to be very emotionally open with him to prevent his anxiety. If you’re stressed from work or something, and your body language is even a little off, Setsuno will notice and assume it’s because of him. It’s better to just let him know what’s bothering him so he doesn’t have to worry. Plus, he’ll do everything in his power to make you feel better!

Clingy: If you like long-distance relationships, Setsuno is not for you. He needs to be with you as much as possible. If he’s alone with his thoughts for too long, he’ll start spiraling and have a breakdown. If you do have to separate from him, like if you have a job, taking initiative and calling him during the day will mean the world to him. Also, if you suspect that you’ll be even five minutes late, please call him and let him know.

Emotional: This trait has two issues attached to it. The first has to do with jealousy. He hates seeing you around other people, especially guys, and hyperfocuses on their strengths compared to his weaknesses. He needs constant reassurance that you still want him, which can be tiring. The second issue is him getting upset  a l l   t h e   t i m e. See a couple at a restaurant? There’s a romance movie on? Breakup songs on the radio? He’ll cry over all of it. But I mean, can you blame him? Just be aware that you’re going to have to be the one to comfort and love him through all of it.

Big Spoon or Little Spoon? Little spoon for sure. Will plop down in your lap (after triple-checking that it’s fine with you), curl up into a little ball, and nuzzle your neck with his eyes closed. Please ask him to come cuddle with you, he’ll be over the moon about the fact that he can make you so happy with something he loves so much. He lives for cuddles, the thought of being intimate with someone who cares about him like you do makes him tear up a little.

How to make him happy: Breath, move, wake up in the morning, etc. Whatever you do, he’s all over it. If you want to go beyond that though, he’ll be extremely pleased. Physically, Setsuno’s favorite things are really tight hugs, and gentle ear/nose kisses. He also thoroughly enjoys praise, as much as he disputes with it. Just pet his hair and call him a good boy, tell him how important he is to you, how lucky you are to have him, and he’s in heaven.

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[kannra21]

hotwings stans: dabi x hawks is nice :)

bnha fandom: hm ... they mutually use each other and dabi almost killed him with his flames ...

hotwings stans: fanfics exist, we can read the characters the way we want

bnha fandom: oh ok that's ok :)

overhaul stans: overhaul hot :)

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[ttalwins]

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[notaburgler]

Grocery Shopping

The grocery store. A place to gather the essentials, or if you were Soramitsu Tabe, a source of power. Normally, this was a solo job delegated to some subordinate. But Overhaul felt the need to go himself, the rest of his posse following behind. 

They gave him a list of what to get, but Overhaul and his short fuse snapped, ‘if you all want this so bad, just come with me!’ He was regretting that outburst already. 

It wasn’t that his men were unruly or loud; it was more so that Overhaul found solace in grocery shopping. It was a relaxing moment in time where he wasn’t the boss of the feared yakuza. He was just a simple civilian out getting the week’s food. 

With his own reusable basket over one arm and a quick adjustment of his gloves, he was off. He did his best to ignore the ramblings of the rest, but since he was the one with the credit card, it was only reasonable that they would be bothering him with questions of whether they could get something or not. 

He sighed. He did, in fact, ask for this. 

Rappa, the rebellious and hot-headed man he was, just tossed what he wanted in the cart Chrono had grabbed. Why ask? He needed it, even if it was the sugar-coated cereal Overhaul hated. 

But if he was trying to piss off the boss, he failed. Overhaul was actually happy he had just made the decision for himself. They were only down the first aisle and he was already getting irritated with the small group. Maybe offering to let them come along, even if it was out of anger, wasn’t the best call.  

****

Arms crossed and a scowl on his face, Shigaraki grumbled, “Why do I have to be here?”

The league of villains had needs, too. It wasn’t odd to consider that their fridge needed replenishing, and even with a moderate, but small budget, Kurogiri would manage to get what was needed.  

“Because Tomura Shigaraki, you are our leader and as our leader, you must make decisions for our little group.” Kurogiri stated, pushing the cart into the store. 

The rest followed the two. They loved this. Dabi intended to cause a scene. Toga wanted Lucky Charms and a body pillow so she could draw a picture of Deku on it to sleep with. Spinner was still searching for the perfect lotion to help with how hard his scales had gotten. Twice was trying to stick to a diet, but the other half of him felt eating instant noodles and cookies for dinner was perfectly acceptable. Mr. Compress had a new recipe he found on Pinterest he wanted to try. 

There was a fear that, since they were villains, they would be caught. But Kurogiri chose the store, and Costco couldn’t have been a better choice. It was huge and there were a lot of people swarming the isles. He insisted Shigaraki leave his hands at home and wear his hoodie. After a quick hissy fit, the hands remained behind and he tossed his hoodie up, ‘I’m not doing it because you told me to… I’m doing it because I want to.’ His stubbornness was endearing. 

“Chrono,” Shigaraki perked up at the overheard name and glanced through the aisles, “make sure Tabe doesn’t eat us out of house and home.” 

Overhaul. Shigaraki scowled at his voice. “Our funds are limited and we can’t use it all up here.” He continued on, Shigaraki following them as they walked down the aisle. “And make sure that Sakaki stays away from the liquor aisle,” Overhaul noted nodding. 

Shigaraki’s glare was joined by Dabi. Both glaring holes through the yakuza boss. “Tomura Shigaraki,” Kurogiri gained the attention of his leader again, “we need your input.”

Shigaraki, being the adult that he is, had a new plan, “Kurogiri, you do the shopping. I have something else I have to do.” He said with a devious smirk.

****

“Boss,” Mimic rode in the child’s seat of the cart going over the budget, “here is what we can afford. If we can spend less, that would be ideal.” He held out his calculator, “don’t forget, we have to get a few things for Eri.” 

Overhaul sighed, but he knew keeping the kid happy— or at least content— was important. A new doll house or a stuffed animal should suffice. Her daily food rations would come from what they gathered for all, but he did intend to get something a bit more fun for her as well. She was, after all, the reason he had gotten so far in his research. A nice gift would do the trick in maintaining her submission. 

Overhaul glanced at his list, then at the prices, then back at his list. It should be doable with the budget Mimic had placed, but it would be tight. He had to remember that toilet paper and laundry detergent weren’t cheap; and with the monstrosity that was that store, and the countless opportunities to go over budget, he’d have to keep a watchful eye on what they got. 

Overhaul scanned the men in front of him. “Get what you like, just don’t go too crazy.” 

Chrono pushed the cart, Mimic had hopped to the floor and grabbed the lower items so Overhaul didn’t have to bend over or touch anything. The reason Overhaul preferred to go alone was silence and space. The selections he made were precise. He’d always grab the item farthest to the back so the least amount of hands had touched it. Mimic knew this. He handed it to Chrono, who plopped it in the cart.

The trip was surprisingly relaxing. Overhaul would hate to admit that his subordinates were quite well-mannered in public, even if they all didn’t look the part. They were polite and kind. A few of them would gain a passing glance and a look of horror from the other patrons, but that was expected. So long as they minded their manners and didn’t cause a scene, they would be left to do their shopping in peace. 

With a half full cart, Overhaul stopped to examine their findings. Several extra bottles of wine gained Sakaki a glare. He quickly took a few out and returned them to the shelf. 

An overabundance of food was crammed to the side like a rat hoarding food for the winter. “Tabe…” Mimic sighed, “I said only get what is needed. If you plan to buy all of this, get your own cart and pay with your own money.”

Again, the men scattered with their designated items as Overhaul scanned the aisles. He placed a few things in his cart and moved on. Chrono stepped away and Mimic followed his boss talking about how many extras were tossed in that weren’t on the list.

****

Dabi chuckled watching them leave, “Now’s our chance,” he smirked.

Shigaraki slipped into the aisle and pulled the cart back, Dabi pushing another into its place, “This always drives me up the wall,” he laughed as he got back to his leader. 

Shigaraki went through their cart, checking it out and decaying anything he didn’t like. “Serves them right,” he huffed, placing all five fingers on a giant can of soup.

****

Rappa passed a free sample stand and stopped. He loved the store for this reason. Tabe would go nuts at these if it wasn’t for the looming threat of their boss scolding him— or worse. 

“Care to try a sample, good sir?” “Come on, you loser! What are you? Scared?” The sample vendor was an odd one.

“Have I seen you before?” 

“I don’t think so…” “Just try the food, you overgrown weasel!” 

Rappa, as confused as he was, gripped the small cup in his massive hands. His eyes never left the strange vendor. He felt like he must have seen him before. Taking away the comically large chef’s hat and the pink apron, he looked so… familiar.

With a wondering glance, Rappa scooped the yogurt sample onto the tiny spoon and shoveled the entire thing into his mouth. “Well that’s damn good!” he said, reaching for more.

“Please, take another.” “Save some for the rest of the people, fat ass!” 

Rappa left with a few more samples to share. He knew his comrades would enjoy them and there hadn’t been many other samples available that day. 

“Here.” He handed one to Tengai and another to Tetsuno. “Free samples,” he said, eating yet another.

****

Overhaul walked alongside Chronostasis as they gathered more items and put them in the cart. There seemed to be a bit more than Chrono remembered before they left.

Chrono hummed to himself, “Maybe Hojo put more in. He didn’t want to come here to begin with anyway.” He shrugged moving along having a harder time with the cart than before. 

It seemed that in the short time he had walked away, the back wheel to the cart had jammed up. He was using more strength to push the cart than before. And now the front wheel on the opposite side had a mind of its own too. If he did manage to get the cart moving, the front wheel would flip in the wrong direction and send the cart hurling into the aisle. He grit his teeth, bearing it with stoicism. Overhaul hated complainers.

It was a petty thing to be upset about, and his boss had no patience for the like. When they arrived, Chrono made well and sure that the cart he grabbed was perfect. He made an ordeal out of it holding the lot of them from even entering the store before he selected it. If Chrono had a major pet peeve: it was a faulty shopping cart. 

His pride, and dignity, prevented him from returning to the front of the store and getting a new one. He was a leader in this group after all; and after making a big deal out of which cart to grab, he couldn't turn around and claim his selection unworthy. No, Chrono would have to bite his tongue and press on, fighting the urge to admit defeat via a shopping cart.

“Everything alright?” Overhaul hummed. 

Chrono forced the words out as he powered through the stubborn cart’s resistance. “Yup. No problems here,” he said, breath strained.

He kicked the wheel hoping to knock it back into place so it would work properly again, but to no avail. It was as if this cart had been struck by his quirk. And now, Chronostasis would suffer for it. 

****

Shigaraki and Dabi chuckled at the sight. He hadn’t even noticed that their new cart was littered with junk food and frozen items. Dabi made sure that the frozen food was at the bottom and had been thoroughly thawed out before exchanging the carts. 

“Stupid yakuza.” Shigaraki snickered, sneaking away as they turned a corner, out of the other villains’ line of sight.

The two caught up to their own small group reassembling in the frozen food aisle. 

“Spinner…” Dabi pointed.

Shigaraki glanced at his reptilian ally and a wicked grin spread across his face. With a ‘borrowed’ can opener, Spinner opened some tuna.  

His eyes flicked to meet Shigaraki’s and he locked up in fear. Yet upon seeing that sickening smile, he proceeded with his plan knowing his leader approved.

With a short grunt, he tossed the can over the tall row of food. Shigaraki and Dabi, now hiding behind a stack of potato chips and pretzels, watched as the can landed just behind the group. The yakuza pressed on without noticing the splattered fish a few feet away from them. 

Shigaraki nodded to Spinner as he hastily opened another can and adjusted himself according to Dabi’s directions. 

A step to the left, then to the right. A small shuffle back to the left and he was in place. 

****

Overhaul glanced inside the freezer for his favorite meal and nodded to Mimic to grab a few. He graciously plucked the food from Mimics hand, paying close attention as to not touch him, and gently placed them in his basket.

“Boss,” Mimic scooted along the floor, “we come to Costco, the bulk capital of the food world, and you shop with a tiny basket?” 

As Overhaul began to answer, a can of tuna fell from above, landing between them, and splattering across the floor. 

Overhaul held back his urge to destroy everything in sight. This trip was turning into a nightmare. His men all stopped and stared, wondering what the boss would do. His arms held out in disgust and a rancid look on his face made them fearful of the outcome of this mess. 

Overhaul took a deep breath in and let it out slowly with closed eyes. He had a reputation to uphold and couldn't go killing random citizens because of this. If he was going to continue his experiments, he needed to keep a low profile; and murdering people in such a public and crowded place would not help him in the grand scheme of things.

“Well!” Mimic yelled, “get something for the boss to clean himself up!”

****

Kurogiri was enjoying the silence. On occasion, one of his comrades would pop by and toss something in the cart. They would leave as quickly as they came, off to grab another useless item. He would spend a moment looking it over and deciding if it was worth the money. Most of the stuff the League of Villains would throw at him was junk food and unhealthy. He had tried so hard to get them off of this instant noodles and chips diet, but Shigaraki was a tough cookie to crack. He was so stubborn and hard to convince that a healthy diet would help his work later. 

He tossed a few bags of chips back on the shelf and shook his head at the amount of soda and energy drinks piling up at the bottom of the cart. 

“You can have one or the other.” He said putting back the energy drinks and changing them out for coffee instead, “this will be much better for you anyway, Tomura Shigaraki.” 

Kurogiri really was the glue that held the League together. Without him, they would have already been caught by the heroes or starved. He took pride in his position, and made sure that at least once a week, a good hearty meal was on the menu. 

****

Overhaul cleaned up the best he could. His pure, unadulterated rage had calmed to a gentle frustration. Clorox wipes definitely helped. He could still smell the fish on his pants, but at least he got the majority of it up. Now he didn’t care about getting what was on the list; he just wanted to go home and take a properly scalding shower. 

The next aisle was his favorite though. A soft heat throbbed in his chest. His eyes sparkled with a ray of happiness. The once fuming aura of pure disgust was erased and replaced with a shimmering delight. He passed a wet floor sign and stepped around a large puddle of detergent on the floor and stopped to admire the beauty.

The soap aisle.

The bleach. The detergent. The smell of freshness. It made his heart, as black and emotionless as it was, flutter in his chest. This aisle was as dangerous to him as a liquor store was to Sakaki. If he didn’t have someone stopping him, he’d end up buying the entire aisle. Luckily, Tengai had come to his side seeing him alone. 

“Boss,” he piped up, catching Overhaul off guard. “Only get what you need.”

Overhaul hated being told what to do, especially by those he deemed expendable like Tengai. But he was right, they couldn’t afford to spend so much money on cleaning supplies. With a hopeless sigh, he placed the box of gloves in his basket and moved along to the detergent. 

“Got the coffee.” Rappa stated, rounding the corner. 

Tetsuno followed with the tea in hand. With all of this, they wouldn’t have to get more for quite some time. 

All three men suddenly stopped in their tracks as they moved along, Overhaul leaving them behind.

“Oh….” Tetsuno gripped his stomach.

“Oh man….” Rappa whined. 

Tengai remained silent, standing still. 

“What’s wrong with you three?” Overhaul looked back at them with raised brows. 

“Bathroom… now…” All three collectively turned and rushed as one toward the restrooms. 

Before they even managed to leave the aisle, they slipped on the puddle of detergent. All three tried so hard to use the others as a means to stay on both feet. They were sliding around, a moving pretzel of villains, before inevitably falling flat on their asses.

Overhaul ignored them, enjoying the sweet scent of the detergent. He took in a whiff of the fresh linen smell and smiled. Even through his mask, he could smell it; it was wonderful. But that scent was quickly destroyed by a truly awful smell. He glanced back at his men, all three of them looking ashamed and embarrassed. 

Rappa growled. “This is your fault.” He held Tengai by the shirt collar. 

“I don’t understand how this could possibly be my fault.” He rolled his eyes trying to hide that he too, had shit his pants.

“Who cares whose fault it is…. I need new pants now.” Tetsuno scanned the aisles until he saw the clothes.

He made a beeline for them hoping the smell wasn’t as bad as it felt.

****

Toga held back her laughter, clutching the wet floor sign to her chest in glee. All she wanted was to watch them fall. Watching the light leave their eyes as they voided their bowels was the delicious cherry on top she desperately needed. It was sweet, sweet payback for what they had done to poor Big Sis Magne.

Shigaraki had called a truce with them; but that didn’t mean messing with them was out of line with her leader’s orders. 

She chuckled, pinching her nose. “Nice job Twice. Laxatives in the yogurt samples… classic.”

****

Katsukame scanned the bulk dry foods section. They needed more rice and he was selected to get it. Normally, he would grab a large bag of it from another store, but being on a tight budget made him come here. 

He grimaced at the faint scent of feces and shook his head, “Damn kids.” He glared at a mother and baby.

The white rice was on sale too. This was a good thing. Any deal they could get would be a winner, and anything to get praise from the boss or Mimic was a good thing. 

He would never outwardly admit it, but he loved the praise he got for a job well done. He loved being the go-to guy. Getting the job done right the first time was his life’s motto. 

“Lucky me.” He said, hefting a 20-pound sack in his arms. 

He walked the store in a bit of awe— this was his first time in such a large establishment. The free samples, the huge variety, the giant TVs, even furniture! What didn’t this place have? 

He made note of a rice cooker he passed. The one at the hideout was getting beat up from its constant use. Once he got paid, he might come back and buy it for the group. They all had been working so hard lately and a nice treat like this would be appreciated.

****

Dabi followed Hojo around the store wondering what he would select. He’d scan a few items and pick them up to examine, but never bring them back with him. He seemed to be looking for something specific but couldn’t quite find what it was he was looking for in the vast array of gifts this store had to offer. 

He hummed, holding up a bundle of leeks. “This should do us well,” he said, placing them in his grocery bag and continuing on. 

He was looking for ingredients for a recipe. 

Dabi kept a close eye on him and his mission, each ingredient thoughtfully selected and put into his bag.

“Now for some sugar.” 

Dabi cackled lowly and slipped past him. Hojo’s attention was directed towards the commotion in the detergent aisle. He could only assume someone had told his boss he couldn’t buy it all. 

He shook his head, “Fools. Just let the man get what he wants.” He dropped the sugar in his bag and moved along.

****

“I don’t get it?” Shigaraki huffed at Dabi’s seemingly stupid move.

“His meal is gonna be great. But replacing salt with sugar is gonna make it even better.” 

Shigaraki grinned. This evil work was more fun than he had thought. 

Tormenting the Shie Hassaikai. This was a great stress relief that even he wouldn’t think would help. The undeniable desire to get even with the man that not only belittled him and destroyed his hideout, but also killed his comrade was fulfilling. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention.”

The loudspeaker cut off his next thought. That voice was familiar. “Toga…”

“The young man in the plague mask and green coat has had a horrible day. He’s in the detergent aisle. He loves getting tightly hugged and cuddled when he’s feeling down.” Shigaraki’s smile split his face. “If you see him, please, give him a big hug and tell him how important he is. Suicide is not an option and many people will miss him.”

“Thank you!” “Tell them he loves it when you touch his dick.”

“Shut up Twi-”

The crackle of the loudspeaker screeched before turning off. 

****

“Oh no…” Chrono left the cart in Nemoto and Mimic’s hands and dashed to his boss. 

With how busy the store was, there was already a small crowd surrounding him. This wasn’t good. If even one of them touched him he’d break out into hives and start disassembling each one of them. 

“Please, everyone.” Chrono announced making his way through the small gathering, “the boss is fine. There is no need to hug or touch him. We, his… friends, have made sure he won’t do anything drastic. Return to your shopping.” 

An old lady passed, “here’s a candy young man.” Her voice broke and sweet like a grandmother.

Her wrinkled smile flashed to the young boss. He wasn’t the least bit amused by her presence. He already felt his skin start to bubble just from the people looming around him so closely. 

**** 

“Clean up in the detergent section... and the clothing section…”

Twice snickered as he and Toga tiptoed off, seeing Sakaki stumble past them. They couldn't get caught yet. 

“Hey,” he reunited with Shigaraki and Dabi, “this is fun!” “Let’s make them cry!”

Dabi rolled his eyes. “Calm down. Where’s Spinner?”

“Right here.” The lizard man’s smile made them all giddy, “just had to take care of a…. rice situation.”

****

“Boss,” Hojo waved, “I got the rice like you asked.” He held up the bag by the cloth handle.

Half empty, rice trickled out of the hole in the bottom. Overhaul watched silently as it continued to drain out onto the floor in front of Hojo, a small pile of rice forming at his feet. 

Hojo kept his hand up, letting the last few grains fall before lifting his gaze to the boss. This was embarrassing. His one job, the only job he was given, was a complete and utter failure. 

He fell to his knees, “I’m so sorry boss!” He begged for forgiveness, “Please, let me try again!”

Overhaul was over this trip. He was frustrated and irritated— not to mention he still smelled like tuna. The store reeked of shit and half of his gang had somehow been hit with an illness. He’d have to correct that before getting into the same automobile as them. Maybe he’d just leave them behind and make them walk. A good brisk jog should do them well.

“We are leaving,” he sighed. “Gather the rest.”

Hojo took his orders seriously and rushed to get them together. Mimic and Chrono had made way to the checkout counter and waited as Overhaul grabbed a few more things he needed.  

He stopped for a moment and closed his eyes. This trip was bringing shame upon his group. A rice trail scattered along the floor showed exactly where Hojo had gone. An exceptionally large pile of rice sat in the lingerie section; what an embarrassment.

He still needed something for Eri. She hated the tea set he got last time. Refused to play with the doll house from the time before. She loathed the stuffed animals. Normally this task would be given to her caretaker, but an unfortunate ‘accident’ rendered him useless and disposed of immediately. 

Overhaul lifted a giant sucker up and examined it, “this should do.” He dropped it in his basket and headed to the checkout stand.

He passed Tetsuno, Rappa, and Tengai getting escorted to the back. For a moment he panicked, but seeing the clothing section a mess and covered in layers of runny shit made him turn a corner and go the longer way. Somehow, those three managed to get sick at the same time. It was disgusting. He had settled on it, those three would walk home. Either that, or they’d be sprayed with the hose outside before getting into the same vehicle as him. The thick stench of human excrement was filling the entire store.

“What an embarrassment…” he shook his head.

Once at the checkout line, he felt the calm return. It was almost over. 

Chrono and Mimic knew better than to place the groceries on the conveyor belt without him. He had a routine and a method and he wouldn’t allow anyone to mess it up. 

Frozen food first, then the fresh meats, a blockade of boxed or bagged items to keep the meats from touching anything, and the fresh veggies. Last was the cleaning supplies and his own basket of items. The checkout lady knew him from past visits and prepared to separate his basket from the rest. 

“Boss, I don’t think we wanted this…” Chrono held up a box of plus size tampons.  

“Or this…” Mimic showed the bulk extra strength deodorant.  

Chrono looked over all of it, “none of this is ours!” he stated furiously.  “Someone switched our god damn cart!” He gripped the handle to hold back his anger.  

Overhaul remained silent. He grabbed his basket and went to another line, “I’ll be in the car when you are done returning all of this to the proper place and getting what we need.”

****

It took forever, but with teamwork and cooperation, they all managed to get what they had come for and out of the store without any more incidents. Rappa, Tengai, and Tetsuno were given adult diapers to wear home after cleaning up in the employee locker room. 

The clothing section was closed off and was still getting cleaned as they checked out and left. “Finally!” Chrono groaned.

They quickly started to pack up the SUV. All they wanted was to get out of there as soon as possible.

****

The League of Villains excitedly packed the car. Shigaraki knew he could trust Kurogiri to get what was needed. He did throw a bit of a tantrum when Kurogiri didn’t buy the chips they all asked for, but they would get over it soon enough. 

“Compress,” Dabi got his attention. With a hum, Mr. Compress turned. “What exactly were you doing this entire time?”

The league rolled past Overhaul and his gang— windows down and sunglasses on. Dabi took it upon himself to blast some gangster rap to try to look cool. 

They smiled, waving at their rivals. Overhaul’s eyes widened as he finally caught on to why this particular trip was such a disaster. 

Mr. Compress smiled. He hung out the window as Twice slowed. With a snap of his fingers, their entire car practically exploded. Canoes, couches, TVs, bookshelves, refrigerators, all of them came bursting out of nowhere, effectively destroying the car and everything inside of it. His quirk had come in handy, dropping small marbles into their bags as they left.

Shigaraki, making eye contact with Overhaul, nodded and puckered his lips as he flashed the peace sign like the gangster he is. 

Twice sped away laughing. 

Shie Hassaikai would never forget: members of the League of Villains were petty and cruel.

[birdybomb]

Season 4 starts today!! Can’t wait to see some AMAZING fights to come!!

For now here’s my fantasy AU heroes vs. Demon King Overhaul and his 8 demons; rescue the princess Eri!! piece

[merapart]

Bird boy is so beautiful

[twice-the-twice-love]

Overhaul: An atom is the smallest thing in the universe.

Twice raising his hand: I am pretty sure your dick is the smallest thing in the universe! Boom got'em.