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Chapter 4: Power Trip

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CW: | Self-inflicted wound within the context of quirk practice | Predatory behaviour |

You could already feel your eyebrow twitching in irritation, shoulders tensed and facial features twisted into disdainful scorn. For certain, every person here present could tell as much: the abandoned, dingy bar located in the darkest pits of Kamino was the last place you wanted to be. You couldn't stand the area, not only for the atmosphere, but also for the people it housed. You didn't think you'd ever come across a place less comforting than your apartment, but lo and behold, your home's met its match. What had even possessed you to agree to come here in the first place?

The moment you stepped through Kurogiri's portal, the uncomfortable ambience immediately hit you. Three pairs of eyes were staring at you with varying emotions. Leaning against the wall, Kaji — or Astarot, in this situation — looked on from the back of the bar with an amused flicker in his eyes. Perhaps he took enjoyment in your visible annoyance, and he possibly felt highly victorious from having convinced you to drop by. Kurogiri, at his usual place behind the bar, well... his misty, yellow eyes were still, completely unmoving, so it was impossible to tell his feelings without hearing him speak. Nevertheless, it was unsettling. Lastly, sitting on a stool, you couldn't quite see Shigaraki's piercing red eyes with that severed hand mask covering his face, but you did catch a glance of a glare from your boss. It seemed like you still weren't his favourite person, but the feeling was mutual, so whatever.

All attention was on you, and in a completely silent setting devoid of any ambience, it made you feel ridiculously defensive. You supposed that the only compliment you could give the place was the clean environment; you guessed Kurogiri was behind that, as you couldn't picture Shigaraki holding a mop to save his damn life. You wondered what his room looked like.

All you wanted to do was get in contact with Kaji for some assistance in a bit of a sparring session, all for the sake of training. That was, after all, the last thing you really needed to focus on for the remaining ten months before the entrance exam.

"Are you home?" You had written to Kaji.

"No, I'm at the bar," he wrote back.

You clicked your tongue in annoyance, typing out your response, though you had to re-type your answer as he had sent you a second message.

"Why? Need me?"

Your brows furrowed at the extra 'winking emoticon' he added. He knew what he was doing, and you hated him for it.

"You wish. I don't exactly need you, but some assistance in training would be nice. I thought of you first, I guess," you wrote.

"Well, that's awfully sweet and flattering of you."

Was it possible to hear somebody's tone of voice through text? Because you were certain you could hear his classic pompous and teasing tone.

"Sure. What bar you at?" You asked.

"You know the one," he replied.

You clicked your tongue, shaking your head with pursed lips. Of fucking course, he had to be at League's hideout. Again. Wasn't he sick of the rundown place already? You were certain that Kaji didn't find actual enjoyment in interacting with Kurogiri and Shigaraki, especially not Shigaraki. If he actually did enjoy it, then you'd truly question his sanity.

Before you could type out your annoyance, Kaji quickly sent another message.

''Tell you what... since you're such a doll, I'll make a little compromise for you. Join me at the bar, keep me company, give a little status report to Handjob, and I might just leave a little earlier to lend you my expertise,'' he wrote.

God, he could achieve condescension even through text. The thought of having to, once more, head to Kamino, made you exaggeratedly sigh. Still, if it could accelerate the process of getting what you wanted, then so be it, you supposed.

''Fine. I'm at my place, so get Kurogiri to open up a portal,'' you said.

Maybe you should have been a bit more patient, but then again, you'd probably be delaying some of your tasks. You'd inevitably have to give an update on your mission to Shigaraki and Kurogiri. You had complained a multitude of times to Kaji that you were growing bored with the ridiculous number of in-person meetings you'd been having with the League, that phone calls would do the trick. According to your comrade, the League was still scoping you out; you had yet to earn their full trust, and by that, he mostly meant Shigaraki.

''Thank you for being present today, (Y/N).''

It was Kurogiri's deep voice that snapped you out of your lament.

''Mhm,'' you hummed, crossing your arms.

The misty apparition then turned to Kaji, nodding to him. ''Astarot, you have my gratitude for convincing her to come.''

Kaji waved him off with a grin. ''Oh, please. It wasn't that difficult to convince her. A little bribery goes a long way.''

Kaji then locked eyes with you, cocking his head to the side. ''Go on, my dear, don't you have some things to say to our allies concerning your progress?''

Once more, all eyes were on you, making you sigh before you cleared your throat.

''I'm progressing,'' you said.

You let your words linger a bit, keeping up an uninterested front to hide your amusement at the growing impatience radiating from Shigaraki and Kurogiri. Kaji, on the other hand, didn't quite care, lighting up a cigarette with the help of his purple flames.

''Well, are you gonna spit it out already?'' Shigaraki said, voice laced with much displeasure. ''If you're here to waste my time, then get out of my sight.''

Noticing that Shigaraki's fingers had begun twitching, Kaji puffed out a cloud of smoke before telling you: ''Come on now, (Y/N) — play nice.''

You rolled your eyes, letting your arms down and putting a hand on your hip. ''Fine, fine. My legal information has been successfully modified. In the eyes of the public, I will be (Y/N) Aratashi, a fifteen-year-old teenager, dreaming of becoming a hero who lost her parents at a young age, therefore having been raised by her three older brothers, who 'are' Astarot and his two brothers. In other words, Kairo forged documents that were linked to Astarot's own forged documents. Oh, and my application for the hero course was sent in,'' you explained.

''Very good,'' Kurogiri approved.

''And, I have a way to physically pass off as a teen. I'm guessing Astarot's already filled you in on my quirk, but it allows me to borrow the quirks of people whose deaths I'm responsible for. I have access to a quirk that would allow me to manipulate cells. I'm sure that, with a bit of training, I could shape-shift a bit,'' you continued.

Kurogiri nodded, seemingly pleased with your progress. He then spoke up.

''I understand that you have been rather preoccupied with preparations for our mission; it has been — and will remain — a heavy and stressful task that you've been entrusted with. We've had our doubts about your loyalty to the cause, but you have proven thus far to be rather trustworthy as well as dedicated to our mission. Good work, and please, do carry on as such,'' Kurogiri said, ending his small speech with a slight bow.

You blinked at the praise, genuinely taken aback. You were sure that it was visible on your features, especially when Kaji looked away from you to poorly conceal a chuckle.

''Hah? Uh... thanks, I guess? Just doin' my part,'' you said, shrugging your shoulders as you scratched the back of your head.

You were legitimately not used to genuine praise for your skills. Suddenly, you felt as though Kurogiri had become your favourite person. Kaji and Kurogiri seemed to approve of your progress, but the same couldn't be said about Shigaraki, who had been silent the entire time asides from the constant, ear-grating scratching noises caused by his continuous clawing at his neck.

Suddenly, you remembered Kairo, how you had managed to recruit him to the League. You were, admittedly, rather proud of that achievement. Hell, you revelled in the fact that you had been one of the first to actually meet the guy in person, and that you were the catalyst in him making the decision to partner up with the organization. Surely the League would be happy about that fact; they definitely needed someone like him on their side.

Or, you should say that you definitely needed someone like him. After all, you were now a part of the group.

''Last thing, you know the guy who arranged my documents, yeah? Kairo? Well, he's a powerful hacker paired with a good technology-related quirk and a ridiculously big brain. The thing is, he doesn't like confrontation and would rather remain anonymous, but... I managed to meet up with him in person, and you know what? I recruited him. He agreed to work for our cause, so long as he could pull strings from the sidelines. I figured that you'd wanna know. But hey, he'll be damn useful to us, that's for sure,'' you said.

Kaji perked up a that. "Did you, now? Even I couldn't get him to give me a straight answer. Who knew you had the persuasive skills in you?" He then turned to the other two League members. "She's right, though: Kairo is a powerful asset to us, so having him on our side is for the best."

"Excellent work," Kurogiri said. "Now that—"

"I don't like this," Shigaraki rasped, quickly cutting off Kurogiri.

Your brow quirked in questioning. "Hm?"

"I don't think I ever gave you permission to go off and recruit some random brat," he said.

Your eyes narrowed. "You're fucking with me, right?"

"No. Why should I trust anything you bring to the game? You're supposed to take orders from me, and I didn't give you permission to recruit an anonymous brat that I don't know and trust. You irritate me," Shigaraki said, pointing at you.

You pressed your lips into a thin line, clenching your eyes shut as you tried to keep your calm. You had always found Shigaraki — during the little time you've known him — to be a difficult person; you couldn't find it in yourself to get along with your 'boss'. Hell, you didn't like to acknowledge him as your superior in the organization, and you wouldn't until he fucking matured a bit and found a deeper purpose in his endeavours other than 'All Might needs to die'.

"Listen here," you started, your voice being perfectly calm, yet threatening to burst with irritation. "I don't care if you 'think' that Kairo is untrustworthy or not... take it from someone who's been working with him for years with no issues, and Astarot can vouch for him."

"Definitely can," Kaji chimed in.

You nodded before continuing. "Besides, we need someone like him on our side."

Shigaraki was quick to disagree. "I don't need him."

"Yes, yes you do," you said, smacking your palm against your forehead. "In fact, if you want to achieve something as huge as killing All Might and breaking hero society, you need the most elite of villains on your side — people like Astarot, like Kairo, like—"

"Like you?" Shigaraki cut you off, now on his feet. "From what I've seen, you're just an unimportant NPC, a little errand girl for others."

The tension between Shigaraki and you had become much more dreadful, and every other party could feel the weight and anxiety of it. The moment of silence between the two of you didn't help the situation, both of you were internally sizing the other up, and with the leader now being on his feet, Kurogiri seemed so much more alert, knowing just how quickly Shigaraki's self-restraint could crumble.

"Errand girl, huh?" You said, nodding to yourself before scoffing. "Well, this fucking errand girl has been the one working her ass off to make preparations to actually execute a huge part of the mission! What the hell have you been doing all this time besides sitting on your ass, jerking off to the fantasy of All Might's insides being splattered on a wall, huh?"

Shigaraki didn't respond, instead violently clawing the skin of his neck raw.

"That's what I fucking thought," you said. "You're so quick to call others brats when they don't bend over to your every word, yet you're the most pathetic, whiny little bitch I've ever come across. God — what the hell does your master even see in you? Talk about shitty judgment. A leader? Please. Until you prove me otherwise, you're a joke."

The silence that followed was heavy; you could hear a pin drop. Even the air felt dead. You stood your ground, knowing that you had made things excessively personal by bringing up Shigaraki's master. It probably wasn't your brightest moment; the words had slipped out faster than your logical thinking could act — it was your anger that had won that internal battle. But consequences be damned; you meant what you had said, and you wouldn't take it back.

"You... you take that back," Shigaraki rasped.

With your lack of an apology, Shigaraki took a shaky step towards you, causing you to adopt a defensive posture, readying yourself for an attack.

Kurogiri tensed up. "Tomura Shigaraki, you must control yourself."

Shigaraki didn't listen, however. "I don't like you... you should just die!"

Suddenly, his arms shot in your direction, hands aimed for your face. You immediately activated your Volcanic quirk, palms glowing a fiery orange as it heated to searing temperatures. You knew how dangerous Shigaraki's quirk was; you didn't want to be on the receiving end of it, especially with how tempted he seemed to be by your possible demise. You were ready to catch his wrists to fucking brand your handprints into his skin with your lava.

"Both of you, stop it immediately!"

You had barely registered Kurogiri's warning, only focused on the fight that had broken out. Except, it never came; neither your hands or Shigaraki's had made contact with either one of you. You blinked, focus finally lifting from the threat on your life as you took in your surroundings and the cause of the stoppage.

It was Kurogiri's doing; his hands had extended into a multitude of portals that had caused your attacks to be redirected away from one another. The sight was rather strange, seeing your hands protruding from portals around the room. It was a rather creative way to settle a fight between people, you had to admit.

Looking over at Kaji, your brows furrowed. Multiple deep, purple wisps levitated around him, and if you listened closely, you could hear faint and eerie whispers coming from them, though you couldn't make out any words, only gibberish. His purple hair as well as his trench coat flowed despite the lack of drafts in the building. Another flame had also lit up at the top of his head, right between his horns, and it swayed around rather erratically. The look of grave seriousness on his face was quite uncharacteristic, considering his usual smug and nonchalant self. At a quick glance, you might've thought he was looking at you, but looking over your comrade much better, you could see that the glare — and the possible attack he was preparing — was aimed for Shigaraki.

Kurogiri sighed. "The two of you mustn't turn on one another. Level yourselves and quit this nonsense." He was quick to scold the two of you, as if you were both unruly children.

Sensing that the tension had calmed in the slightest, Kurogiri released the two of you. You took a few steps back for your safety, while Shigaraki nearly threw himself back onto a bar stool with a slight huff. You wondered if he was pouting behind that hand.

Kaji then cleared his throat, extinguishing his flames. "Well, I think we've gotten everything we needed to say out of the way!"

He joined you across the room, putting his hand atop your head. "We should probably be on our way. After all, I did promise (Y/N) here a bit of my time."

The dark look on his features had been replaced with something much more calm so quickly it nearly gave you whiplash, but you were grateful that you'd finally be out of the bar. As Kaji gestured towards the door, you nodded and began heading out. Neither of you bothered having Kurogiri warp you back to your respective homes.

Your comrade followed behind, but not before casting a quick glance over his shoulder. "We'll be in touch. Until next time."

The little bell atop the door jingled as you exited the bar, slamming the door behind you. The bar was left silent, both villainous men that remained contemplating the events that had just transpired. Neither really dared to speak for a little while, making for a rather awkward ambience.

Eventually, Kurogri broke the silence.

"I suggest you find common grounds with her, Tomura," he suggested.

"Huh? Kurogiri, don't tell me you're on her side," Shigaraki grunted.

"That is not what I am implying," Kurogiri said. "However, I am of the opinion that her, as well as her comrades, are vital to us. Therefore, we should tread carefully going forwards. We should not lose the opportunity that we have to make good connections."

"Huh? Since when do you trust her that much?" Shigaraki ask.

"I am not saying that she and Astarot have my full trust, and yes, this Kairo person might be questionable. However, with the satisfactory efforts and progress she's put forward thus far, we should give her the benefit of the doubt. I understand that you may find her to be an irritating person, but it would be in your best interest to try to form a stronger alliance with her."

~~~~~~

"I'm not saying that Shigaraki's a charming person, but you should probably try to play nice with him. Or, at the very least, pretend to agree with him. It'll save us a bit of hassle. I know you can handle that, right?" Kaji said.

You gritted your teeth, shoving your hands into your jacket's pockets. "To hell with that, and fuck 'playing nice'. He's an insufferable moron that needs to be knocked down a few pegs."

"Well, I'm not saying that I disagree," he mused. "But, whether you like it or not, he is your boss, and—"

"And he's not worth shit as a leader! If he could shape up a bit, then I'd respect him as an ally," you yelled, throwing your hands up in exasperation.

Kaji chuckled, finding entertainment in your annoyance. "You two have much more in common than you'd like to admit."

You must have sent him the most obvious look of indignation — brows tightly knitted and nose scrunched — as Kaji immediately began laughing his ass off.

"Oh, yeah, really fucking funny! I'd rather if you didn't compare me to that crusty sac of shit, thanks," you scoffed. "And by the way, you're not in a good position to tell me to play nice with Shigaraki. Don't think I didn't see you about to burn him to ashes."

He winked at you. "Well, now, can't blame a man for coming to the defence of his good friend."

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, whatever. I didn't need you to be my knight in shining armour. I can handle him."

After a brief moment of silence, you spoke up again.

"I'm kinda starting to regret agreeing to work for the League."

Kaji tilted his head. "Hm? And what do you mean by that?"

"Do we really need them? I mean, Shigaraki's convictions are shit. In fact, they're nonexistent. He's just blindly acting without a single thought. Us, on the other hand, we have convictions and a purpose. Why merge with those guys when we could build our own organization with villains of the same mentality," you explained.

Kaji hummed, seemingly thinking of his answer for quite some time before answering. "For sure, we could do that. But, if All For One sees potential in Shigaraki, then so be it. Maybe he'll impress us a bit more in the future. But, listen, it's the opportunity that we're after. I know you don't care about what Shigaraki wants, and I know I don't as well, so let's just grasp that opportunity to finally overthrow this godawful society. (Y/N), we're just using them to get a bit closer to our goals, and we'll meet more people that think like us along the way. Just focus on our goals."

You cracked a small smile. "Yeah, guess you're right."

Kaji only hummed, turning his eyes up to the evening sky, though the view was partially blocked by the many, tall buildings. Kamino was always bustling, being a business town and all, but when the sun began to set and the night sky overlooked the city is when the party animals and weirdos came out. It was no different, there were people all around you, yet you didn't bother to keep your conversation private. It didn't matter, though — the large crowd drowned your voices, and everybody seemed far off in their own little worlds.

Funny how there were two criminals, discussing their plans for attack upon humanity out loud, and nobody stopped to question whether authorities should be contacted.

"So, about that training? Did you still need me to give you a good beating?" Kaji asked, shifting the subject.

You waved him off. "Lost interest. I just need a drink."

"Oh? How about we backtrack over to—"

"No, fuck that!"

Kaji laughed; it was a genuine laugh that was neither forced, nor did it sound condescending. You didn't remember the last time you heard him laugh as such. Hell, the only memories that came to mind was when you were young children.

"Tell you what: how about we head to some other bar for a fun night? My treat," Kaji proposed.

You nodded. "Sure, sounds good. God — I just wanna get hammered."

He nodded in agreement before playfully wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer to him. You didn't make any efforts to push him away; you didn't quite care if Kaji got a little handsy with you.

"Look at us! Having a bit of 'us time', just like the good ol' days. It's been too long, don't you think, dear?" Kaji asked.

You chuckled at that, a small yet genuine smile stretching at your lips. You didn't have a single snarky comment at the tip of your tongue, so you instead decided to lightly elbow him in the side, though the gesture held no strength or malice.

You and Kaji had come a long way, yet your dynamic had never really changed. Sure, the times weren't the same — not like when you were both kids that were trying to distract yourselves from your families by playing board games in his room and blocking out any outside noise.

Between the passive-aggressive back and forth you had with Kaji on a daily basis, it was easy to forget the fact that you and Kaji genuinely cared for one another. It was a feeling that wasn't out of the realm of possibility for you, even if you were rather closed-off and displayed tough love.

And really... you weren't that annoyed that Kaji had stood in your defence back at the League's bar. You did appreciate that, even after all these years, he had your back through and through.

~~~~~~

Your head was pounding as you attempted to make heads or tails of the word-vomit you were reading. Science had never been your strongest subject when you had been homeschooled. Academic trauma was resurfacing, that was for sure.

You were desperately trying to understand biology, how cells worked and about various living beings' bodies such as humans, animals and even fucking plants. You figured that by having a better understanding of biology, you would have a better understanding of Cell Manipulation, but it was such a deep and complex rabbit hole that was seemingly never-ending.

It was stressing you out rather badly.

You sighed, shifting into a more comfortable position on your couch, as your back had begun aching from the constant arching. Maybe you were diving head first into a much too complex subject right off the bat. After all, you were trying to understand how cells worked in function of age in hopes of finding a way to shape-shift in a way that would make you appear younger.

You knew that it was possible; you just had to figure out the technicalities.

You took another deep breath, trying to get your stress in check. There was no need for you to panic; you still had ten months to figure this shit out. You would be okay, and maybe you should start with something a bit more basic.

Something like... healing a cut? Maybe?

Being able to heal yourself would be a big advantage, and it might be a bit more straightforward than rejuvenation. Plus, as you looked down at the new, claw-shaped bruises on your wrists, you'd have a bit of a saving grace whenever a spirit caught you while in the realm.

Typing into the search bar, you scrolled through various documents, trying to find a trustworthy source. When you found one, you were relieved at the simple wording used to explain the healing process of small wounds.

You carefully and attentively read the page, making mental note of every little step of the process, and you found yourself coming to understand how a body functioned. You learned how blood vessels clotted the cut to keep blood from exiting the body, as well as keep dirt and other crap out. You came to understand the purpose of white blood cells that act as a sort of filter that digests any foreign particle inside the body. Scabs were formed by the proteins in blood worked with plasma and blood platelets to form a scab, where the regenerative process would happen underneath that little protection. The healing process would start at the edge of the wound and work to the centre; new tissue would begin to form until the wound is covered.

That was simple enough to understand, right? Now, the process could take a few days, but with the quirk, you could most likely accelerate it tenfold. Now, all you had to do was try to put it into action.

You didn't have any fresh cuts, unfortunately; the ones you had already healed up, and you weren't quite sure if the process was similar when it came to bruises. With those thoughts, you stood up and headed to your kitchen. Rummaging through your drawer, you pulled out a decently-sharpened knife.

You straightened out your arm, and without a single thought, pressed the blade into your bicep. You winced a little as you drew blood, but it wasn't like you hadn't felt worse. You set the knife down and nearly glared at your cut. How did you even activate the quirk?

Ironically, you knew how to use it on other people to some degree. Though, all you knew to do was shift a person's eye colour, hair colour and skin colour. A touch and imagining the process was all you needed to activate the quirk when it came to other people.

Perhaps it was similar for yourself.

As you contemplated the process, your hands began to form a dark cloud of mist. This wasn't the Cell Manipulation quirk in action, that much you knew. It was your own; Abyss was asking for permission to manifest. Maybe they had some advice to offer.

Granting permission to the entity, black mist formed in your kitchen until it slowly formed into the vessel that held all your quirks. The usual signs of their arrival had befallen your apartment once again: tar, frigid air, dimmed lights — the works.

"Is everything alright, Abyss?" You asked.

"We were concerned for your wellbeing," they said.

You glanced down at your self-inflicted cut. Oh, so that was what Abyss was concerned about, huh? How... awfully nice of them. Was it strange to say that your spirit-like quirk had more of a parental instinct towards you than your actual parents?

"Oh, don't worry about it too much. I'm just trying to figure out how that Cell Manipulation quirk works. I figured I could start with something simple, like healing small cuts," you reassured them.

"Ah, we see. Very well then. We apologize for the disturbance," they said with a slight bow.

You waved them off. "There wasn't a disturbance in the first place, and actually, I might need your help with something. Well, more like a confirmation."

They straightened up. "But of course. We are here to service you, after all."

"Do you think you could tune into the soul of the quirk's original owner? Maybe to see how they activated it on themselves?" You asked.

"Of course," they nodded.

Bringing their skeletal hands together, a dark red ball of light slowly began to manifest in their hands. It waved erratically, growing and shrinking in size as Abyss forced a connection with the soul. It made sounds that resembled whispering; it was as if it was communicating with Abyss.

You could only watch with growing interest; you really wondered what they were saying to each other. What was Abyss' existence like? Clearly, they weren't that dormant when not manifested in the living world as they could — as they had just done a minute ago — ask for permission to manifest and took notice of things that were off about you.

Truly, there were still many things that you didn't understand regarding your quirk.

"I see," Abyss muttered. "The quirk 'Cell Manipulation' once belonged to a man in his mid-forties by the name of Nakama Yoshiyuki. His cause of death: heavy smoke inhalation due to your Volcanic quirk. The activation for oneself is highly similar: you must imagine the process cells go through with the action you wish to preform. The only difference is that you must wrap your arms around yourself. The process will also not work if you are not immobile. That is all the information that I have for the time being."

You nodded, thankful that it wasn't too complex.

"Thank you, Abyss. You're dismissed," you said.

"It is our pleasure to serve you. Please, call us again if you require us," they said with a polite bow before disappearing.

As per Abyss' instructions, you grounded yourself, wrapping your arms around yourself as if you were hugging your own form. You relaxed your mind, only allowing images of the healing process of a cut to manifest in your thoughts, directing those images at the cut on your arm. As you imagined it, you could feel a slight tingling sensation overcome the cut, nearly making you lose your concentration as you desperately wanted to take a peek at your skin to see the progress you had made.

The moment you reached the end of the healing process within your head, you felt as though your arm no longer tingled, and a pleasant feeling of peace overcame you.

Opening up your eyes, you grinned when you saw that the cut had completely healed. There wasn't even a scar left behind, and none would be the wiser that an injury had even been there in the first place.

You were rather proud of yourself, even if it was just a very minor accomplishment. In your book, it was a step forwards, no matter how small the step.

Deciding to take a break — you didn't think your brain could handle any more science studies for a day — you headed to your living room to plop your ass down onto your couch and turned on the television. You never cared for the news very much, but considering the line of work you were heading into, it wouldn't hurt to pay attention to the mainstream heroes that made live appearances. You could get a bit of dirt on them.

Yet, you couldn't really concentrate on the television; it sounded like a bunch of gibberish to you for the time being.

Instead, you thought back to when you first obtained the Cell Manipulation quirk. Abyss had brought back a few memories by elaborating on the quirk's original owner.

Nakama Yoshiyuki. Yeah, you remembered him. Somewhat, at the very least. It wasn't his name that you had bothered to memorize, but who he was as a person.

When your phone rang, displaying an unknown called ID, you immediately assumed it to be Kairo. You had been waiting for an update about a favour you had hired him for. Upon picking up, your suspicions had been correct as you heard the familiar, robotic voice he always put forward.

"Kai, did you find me a guy?" You asked.

"Yes. Well, somewhat," he answered.

"Somewhat? What'd'you mean by that?" You asked, narrowing your eyes.

"I know you've specifically asked for me to find you a user with a shapeshifting quirk in your vicinity. I did find somebody, but..." he trailed off.

"But...?" You pressed.

Kairo sighed. "There's this girl with a shifting ability near you. By drinking the blood of a person, she can transform into that person. However, she's a child, only being fourteen years old, and I know how you would rather avoid going after children."

You grit your teeth. "Damn it, Kairo. I really need this damn quirk for some garbage mission Astarot and I were hired for. Is she the only option?"

"Well, for a shapeshifting quirk precisely, yes," he said. "However, there might be another solution."

"Which is?" You pressed again.

"I found data on a man in his mid-forties named Nakama Yoshiyuki. He has a quirk that allows him to manipulate the cellular structure of any organism. It's a very versatile quirk. Now, I'm not sure just how well he knows to make use of his quirk, but the power could extend to manipulating plants, healing, cellular disintegration, and shapeshifting to some degree."

You perked up, finding the information to be of interest. "Go, on."

"Right. I've done a bit of digging on this man, and I think that you'll find my discoveries to be quite interesting. I will confidently say that Yoshiyuki is a predator. Exploring his computer and web browser, I've discovered rather gross conversations he's exchanged with underage girls. He seems to be passing off as a teenager to lure them on social media," he explained.

"Really now? Well, I don't think it'll be a big loss if he were to conveniently disappear, huh?" You mused.

Kairo hummed. Although he did try to remain as neutral as possible when on the job, you knew that Kairo agreed with you. Even villains had limits when it came to the gross behaviours of others.

"Okay, then," you said. "Send me his details and a picture of him."

"Of course," he said. "I'm sending the details to your number right away. Please take note of them, our conversations will be wiped from the face of the earth shortly after."

Your phone vibrated, and you removed the device from your ear to take a quick look at the message to confirm that you had properly received the details. You opened it up to find a list of personal information about the man, from his address to pictures of him. It was convenient enough that he was located in a neighbouring prefecture.

You pressed your phone back to your ear. "Got it. Thanks, Kairo."

"Of course. Happy hunting, (Y/N)."

Happy hunting indeed.

You pursed your lips, puffing out dark grey smoke into the shape of a large ring, followed by smaller rings that all fit into one another. Cupping your hands, you puffed out a heavy cloud that lingered onto your hands as you let it gather. Afterwards, you quickly raised a hand towards the ceiling, encouraging the smoke to rise into a small tornado.

They were some fun little tricks you could do with the smoke aspect of the Volcanic quirk. Back when you were teens, Kaji had taught you those tricks when you'd both been bored out of your minds.

In those forms, the smoke looked rather pretty, almost therapeutic in a way. It seemed rather harmless.

Yet, it was what had murdered Yoshiyuki.

You had nearly fallen asleep on the branch you had chosen to perch yourself on to spy on Yoshiyuki's house. Not the brightest idea on your part, as you would have plummeted to the ground in an instance, considering you hadn't tied yourself to the tree.

It was rather late, the stars and the dim street lamps were the only sources of light illuminating your field of vision. The lights of Yoshiyuki's home were all on, though what stopped you from making a move was the fact that you had seen two distinct silhouettes within the home, and you would rather have the older man alone to take care of him.

You yawned, eyes growing heavier by the second; you were growing bored.

It took a good few minutes before you perked up, hearing a door open up. Darting your eyes in the direction of the noise, you were relieved to see that it was Yoshiyuki's front door that had opened. However, rain poured on your parade when you noticed that neither of the two people stepping onto the front porch was your target.

You were looking at two teenagers. One young girl who looked no older than fourteen-years old. The other was a young boy, looking to be possibly sixteen. You sighed as you watched the boy pull the girl into a deep kiss before they separated and bid each other goodnight. The girl then skipped off down the street, probably heading back home.

You were about to hop off your branch and head home for the night, thinking that Yoshiyuki just wasn't home for the time being. However, you froze in your steps when you noticed the teenage boy's appearance shift. You saw his black hair slowly turn a shade of dirty blonde, with some strands of grey. You watched as his facial features rapidly aged — the sudden maturity and slight wrinkles that appeared on his face were immediate. You couldn't quite tell the colour of his eyes, but what was once a light colour had darkened.

"Oh, well, I'll be damned," you muttered.

Now, the 'young boy' did match the pictures of Yoshiyuki.

As you took in the situation at hand, your eyes narrowed as your brows furrowed, causing your forehead to wrinkle a bit. You swore your stomach churned as you felt disgusted. It seemed like the man of the hour was using his quirk to his advantage to physically pass off as a teenager in real life, giving him the opportunity to indulge in his disgusting fantasies, all the while passing under the radar of the law.

It was fucking gross. Where were the heroes when you needed them? While they were all focused on the big, flashy villains out to fuck shit up, so much bullshit went unnoticed. To reiterate what you had told Kairo before: truly, it would not be a loss if this man were to go.

You waited a little while longer, waiting for the man to head off to bed. When you saw him through his bedroom window and the lights went off, you waited some more. After all, you wanted to make sure he was asleep before you put your plan into action.

You hopped off the branch, slinging your bag over your shoulder before making your way to the front door. You reached into your bag, pulling out a pouch that was, in reality, a tool set for lock picking.

You kneeled to be of eye level with the lock. The first step was to grab a binding wrench, which you inserted into the bottom of the key way and applied very light pressure to the plug. Next, you grabbed a small rake tool, which you inserted all the way into the back of the lock and raised your tool to raise the pins inside the lock. Picking up some speed, you scrubbed the pins, varying the height, speed and angle of your pick.

It didn't take more than ten seconds for the lock to click open.

You grinned, putting away your tools before heading inside the house as silently as you could. You gently closed the door behind you, and based off your understanding of the location of Yoshiyuki's bedroom window, you navigated upstairs to where you assumed his bedroom to be.

And when you found it, you creaked the door open, happy to find the older man to be sleeping. You wanted to avoid making a huge mess, therefore, you figured smoke inhalation would be a decent way to execute him.

You opened up your mouth, making sure the door wasn't open all the way to disallow smoke from exiting the room as much as possible. Then, you puffed out as much smoke as you could, and you knew just how deadly that smoke of yours could be. It was, after all, volcanic smog — or vog — and the quantity of toxic gases it contained could put someone out rather quickly.

Your lungs began to burn, and your throat itched beyond irritation. Before you pushed past your limits, you ceased your smoke attack, watching in satisfaction as the room was completely obscured in a dark grey cloud of nauseous gases.

You closed the door, pressing your body against the door to block off the possibility of him escaping. There was the window in his room that worried you a little bit; you'd have to go the messy route if he tried to escape through there.

After half a minute, you heard Yoshiyuki erupt into a coughing fit. His bed creaked as you assumed that he had shot up from his sleep. You heard him attempt to take a deep gulp of air, only to spurt more loud, raspy coughs. You heard a noise that resembled the pounding of a fist against a chest.

"W-What th—" He couldn't finish his sentence, as the only thing that could escape him were more coughs.

You couldn't help but crack a sinister grin. You didn't tend to go out of your way to murder others, nor did you take some sadistic pleasure in doing so. Sure, you were desensitized to it, and your feelings remained neutral about the action. You had no issues doing it, need it be. However, there was something so satisfying during that moment: killing off someone as gross as this, getting rid of someone that even a hero hadn't caught onto his shit behaviour.

You almost felt like a hero. Almost.

You heard the thud of a body hitting the ground, followed by sounds of dragging of the same body on the floor. More gasps, gags and coughs were heard. He was beyond disoriented, most likely not thinking clearly. Hell, he probably couldn't even think at this point. You couldn't blame him. After all, he had suddenly woken up to a room full of dangerous smoke after having already inhaled quite a bit in his slumber.

Until... nothing. You couldn't hear any more noise coming from the room. The deed was most likely done, but you still waited. Just in case.

After a good five minutes had passed, you assumed him to be dead. You opened up the door, and you were greeted with the remnants of the smoke. There wasn't a lot left, so it was more or less safe for yourself, though it had begun to spread through the house's vents.

Right at the foot of the door lied the body of Yoshiyuki — looks like he had tried to crawl to the exit. You prodded the body with your foot — no reaction. You kneeled down and placed your fingers on the man's pulse point, and there was no heartbeat to be found.

You dragged the man's body out of the room so that you could close the door and trap the remainder of the smoke. You then activated your quirk, summoning Abyss. The moment Abyss manifested, you could see a deep red ball of light hovering atop Yoshiyuki's body.

"Abyss," you said. "Do you mind collecting this soul for me?"

They bowed. "Of course."

Abyss began absorbing the soul, the former being directed towards the entity's hollowed hood until nothing more remained. The body visibly became much paler at the loss of its soul.

"The soul has been collected. You now have access to the Cell Manipulation quirk," they confirmed.

You nodded. "Great, thank you."

And with that, you casually walked out of the house, making way back to your own home as if you hadn't just taken a life. You didn't quite care; the scum wouldn't be missed. People like him didn't change, nor did they deserve redemption.

Good fucking riddance.

Word Count: 7322 Words

Original Publish Date: April 18th 2022

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Heyo! I'm so sorry again for the big gap between updates. Then again, I did give a warning that they'd be slow, so...

But, long story short, I've got motivation lately due to my sleep schedule being a bit better as well as my mental health. Plus, my boss gave me a normal schedule, finally, so I'm a bit more stable in my days off.

So, we finally get a bit more interaction between canon characters and the reader! I feel a little bad putting so much focus on my OCs, but with the positive reception they've been getting, it definitely gives me a bit of a confidence boost in having them around. I do feel like it makes the story much more personal and unique to me with them around, for sure.

Also, I hope that the slow pacing isn't annoying others too much. I personally love taking things slow, but I understand if it's frustrating to others to read. Though, I promise this: next chapter will include interaction between the reader and some main, non-villain cast. Plus, we'll finally dip our toes into canon. Yay!

Shigs and reader... they don't really like each other, huh? Well, it'll be like that for a while. Like, they'll start being on acceptable terms at, like, the USJ thing. Having a good relationship will have to wait until Shigaraki's character growth that happens at the beginning of season three, but I'm so excited to develop their relationship. Enemies to friends trope, anyone?

(Don't mind me; I'm just casually waving an Astarot X Reader flag in my little corner.)

Anyways, my next focus will be to get the first official chapter of 'Scandals' out, so stay tuned for that if you're also following that story.

See you next time!

~ Britt

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sat0sugu-angst · 2 years

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Bakugo Brainrot

How Bakugo would admit feelings for hero!yn

You'd already had a crush on bakugo, even though your friends told you he seemed like bad news, you were drawn in by him. You just didn't think he'd ever notice anyone in that way. He never seemed to be a relationship guy

You two just found yourselves together alone a lot once you started at his agency. Patrols turned into lunches together turned into after work drinks. Of course you wanted it to be more but you wouldn't dare hope that he returned any of your affection. That is until you were both going over a recent villain fight

His remarks were always how the sidekicks could improve, what they missed, pointers for the next time. With you, though, it was brutal. He wasn't holding back. He never did.

You were used to the analysis, bakugo had a great mind for strategy. It was one of the things that had drawn you to him. But this wasn't a critique. He was relentless and blunt. Why did it feel so personal? Your hurt feelings were quickly turning into anger.

"It wasn't my best fight but I was an asset out there" he agrees, but its like he has a list of every. little. thing that youd done wrong. What was his deal?

"If I'm really as bad as you say then why do you even want me working at your agency? You have your pick of the litter with sidekicks begging to kiss your ass."

But for bakugo that's not the point. "I'm not always gonna be around, you gotta be the best when I'm not there."

You were caught by those words. They hinted at something much more personal than a sentiment between colleagues. You weren't even the senior sidekick at the agency.

You stared into his face, watched him watching civilians walk in front of the window where you sat. "You and I are in different leagues," you spit bitterly, looking away from his face.

"We're not. Or, we wouldn't be if you'd let yourself. You hesitate. Wait for someone to take the lead. Doubting yourself is only gonna get you killed."

"Hard to be confident when I have a backseat fighter in my ear all the time"

He sneers, but otherwise doesn't comment. There's a beat of silence. "I'm harder on you than those losers because I need you to be stronger. I can't do my best when I'm worried about your dumb ass."

Happy bakuboi day! Eek sorry to cut it off but this was getting long! If this one gets enough excitement I might do a part 2? Pls show your enthusiasm w like/rbs if you liked it!

If you like bakugo and wanna see a full fic, I have an NSFW roommate!bakugo x fem reader fic I posted a while back, if you're so inclined😘

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oreosmama · 4 years

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May I request an angsty scenario in which Shigaraki has to leave his fatally injured s/o behind during a mission?

The Mushroom Cloud (Shigaraki x Reader)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: Shigaraki promised to come back for you in that warehouse. Promised to save you, pinned under exploded debris that crushed your legs to nothingness. The ambush wasn’t supposed to happen, but neither was the explosion that occurred after. “Fine, you can come. But if your ass gets blown up, don’t come cryin’ to me.”

A/N: Ouchie, this one’s gonna hurt y’all, just sayin’. As an author, I’m kinda required to want you to cry over this, so feel free to tell me if you do. As always, hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2012

The mission wasn’t supposed to be easy. There were an enormous number of risks that came with it.

“YN!”

You had fought so hard to go with him, arguing every point and saying that you wanted to stay by his side. Impatience had won in the end, and in a fate-sealing way, your wish had been granted.

“Fine, you can come. But if you’re ass gets blown up, don’t come cryin’ to me.”

It was only supposed to be a joke. A little jab at you to show just how much he really wished you hadn’t joined the mission.

They were blowing up a warehouse heroes used to hold supplies. First aid kits, medicine, anything else they would have needed in case the League of Villains had struck in a dangerous way. Decidedly, the group wasn’t too fond of the heroes possibly having an upper hand in the event of one of their attacks, so they struck.

“AHH!”

It was an ambush. Not even from heroes bound to a code to preserve all life, but from the country’s army. Soldiers trained to kill had flooded the enormous warehouse, firing at every moving target in their range until they had all fled.

You were one of the few they hit.

“YN!” Shigaraki cried out your name once more, pushing past fallen shelves and barely managing not to trip on the pill bottles they previously held. He followed your moans of pain, sprinting in the general direction of where they originated, along with where he had seen the flash of orange.

Fired bullets echoed through the hollow building, bouncing off the metal walls and filling his ears as he searched for you.

There. Trapped under a tipped forklift, you whined, banging against the machine with a hopeless desperation Shigaraki had never seen before. It drove a sliver of fear through his heart as he crashed to his knees beside you, barely holding back his own tears at the sight of your crushed legs.

The angle at which they were bent was so wrong. Your knees had caved in on themselves, curving in a direct opposite way of how they should. Blood pooled on the floor beneath your thighs, directly where shattered glass from the machinery’s windshield had impaled your flesh.

Your hands were shaking, covered in your own vital fluid as you let out strangled cries, pawing so desperately at the too-heavy weight.

“YN! YN, look at me!” Shigaraki’s hands were trembling just as much, each finger begging to scratch at his neck in a nervous twitch. It was like he didn’t know what to do with them; first, he hovered them over your legs, then the weight above them, then finally on your face as he directed it to his.

“It hurts,” you wailed, banging your head against the concrete floor below. Hot tears trailed down your face, and in the distance, the other villains tried to fend off the army soldiers.

There were just too many.

Shigaraki was at an age now where he knew when a battle had been lost. Everyone would have to flee and recover before the next attack on the heroes. But shit-- he had to get you out of here first.

“Shh,” he hushed, scrambling for more words. He didn’t want to feed you-- or himself-- lies. “It’s- you’re-” he choked on a sudden weight in his throat. Something like a snake coiled around his stomach, tightening and tightening until he couldn’t speak anymore.

In situations where Shigaraki lost his composure, you were always the one to take over for him. You were the one in your relationship that kept a level head, spoke with slow words, and always calmed him down.

So even though it hurt, fuck it hurt so much, you knew what you had to do.

“Tomura.” So much blood had drained from your body that when you lifted a hand, you almost flinched at how contrastingly pale it was compared to the liquid covering it. Nonetheless, you cupped his cheek, wiping away the small tear that had leaked out from under the hand. “You have to go-”

“NO!”

“Listen to me-”

“NO YN,” he shouted, voice just barely audible above the grenade explosions and gunshots. “I know what you’re thinking, and it’s not happening.”

“Tomura… you can find me later. You just need to get out of here now.”

He opened his mouth to protest once more, only to duck his head at the flying debris of a nearby blast.

“Just come back for me later! Get the others out now, and I’ll wait for you here.”

“YN…” A bitter taste of pure bile crawled up his throat at the sight of your mangled legs, but he knew better than to try. As much as he hated to admit it, he wasn’t strong enough to lift the machine off you. Your solution was right; leave now, and come back later with someone stronger.

He hadn’t realized it then, but you already knew there wasn’t a later.

“Okay. But you better not do anything fucking stupid until I come back.” Anger flared in his stomach at his utter incapability of handling the situation. It disguised the hopelessness he felt, the despair in knowing he couldn’t be your knight in shining armor.

Heroes be damned. Shigaraki wanted to be your savior right now.

“Okay.” You mustered up the best smile you could, but it faltered with every unbearable twinge of your paralyzed legs. Even if you did make it out of this, somehow, you would never be able to walk again.

After pulling away the hand on his face, he pressed a kiss to your lips. It was needy and frantic, a half-ditch effort to display your love for each other for what could be the last time.

When Shigaraki pulled away, he saw blind faith in your eyes, but read it entirely wrong.

He thought you trusted him to save you.

You believed he was strong enough to move on from losing you.

“Don’t. Go. Anywhere.”

“I’ll try not to.”

And with that, he rose one last time, gathering up his fallen hand and pressing it back to his face. Red pupils trailed up and down your body and its surroundings, memorizing the exact situation so he could find you later.

“League, retreat! Villains, fall back!”

At the call, his allies stopped their attacks. Flames stopped caressing fireproof soldiers. Knives, swords, and anything else flying at the heavily-guarded soldiers ceased in their movements, and suddenly the building flooded with stomping feet.

He was almost surprised that was all it took, until he realized that everyone else was just as desperate to escape this hellhole as he was.

The League would take this loss. But Shigaraki would never forget what it had cost him.

Navigating the large warehouse was easy; though it was almost the size of a miniature airport hangar, it was mostly clear aside from the occasional wooden box and metal shelf stocked with health supplies. Through the fingers splayed across his face, Shigaraki trailed after his fellow villains, following them as they fled through the nearest garage door and into the surrounding forest, darkened with the dead of night.

I can go back for her later.

I can’t save her now.

Later.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he muttered, scratching at his neck when he finally caught up with the others, all stopped at a tree so far from the warehouse that it was just barely visible through the thick brush.

Heavy panting combined with the natural hoots and calls of nature as everyone tried to catch their breath. Dabi slumped back against a tree, sliding to the ground and dropping his head back to let out a long groan. Toga followed suit, along with Twice and Spinner and before long, everybody was sitting in some way, dead tired from fighting on their feet for what felt like hours.

As the last left standing, Shigaraki knew he was catching curious glances from the others, but he was too anxious to sit. His eyes, puffy from having to leave you behind, shifted over every villain at his disposal. Which one would be strong enough to-

“Tomura.” Kurogiri, looking ever so restless in the shape of a constantly-fluttering, black cloud, eyed Shigaraki confusedly with his yellow gaze. “Where is YN?”

“I had to leave her behind. Now I need someone to go back with me to-”

He felt it before he heard it.

The force of the boom. The wave of pure heat against his back, propelling him forward a good step or two. Then the white noise.

Nothing could be heard. All he saw was the trees around him blowing wildly from the blast. If he could, he would have heard your scream. The explosion.

Pure horror encompassed his face as his eardrums pounded.

No.

NO GODDAMNIT!

Without a second thought, Shigaraki turned back toward the building, shouldering his way through bushes and weeds until he found it. Or what was left of it.

Of course, the warehouse was unusable now. It had been ravaged by the League of Villains, looted of all its purpose.

Of course they would dispose of it.

A ploom of ash and smoke floated up into the sky, almost drowning out the moon and stars.

The smell burned his nose. Charred metal and scorched earth, tainted with a hint of death.

“No,” he whispered, so meekly he barely noticed he’d even said it aloud.

The hand on his face falls to the grass with a dull thump.

He couldn’t stand it. His knees wiggled underneath him until they finally gave out, allowing him to pathetically crumple to the floor. His lips quivered, his fingers twitched, his chest ached all at the sight.

Nothing. There was nothing there. Ash rained from the sky, floating into Shigaraki’s hair as he slumped forward, slamming his palms against the blackened dirt. All that remained of its existence, of your existence, was a perfect circle of burnt ground.

“No.”

God, if he had looked closer into your eyes, he would have seen it. The despair. The utter hopelessness that came with knowing your fate. That came with knowing you were going to die, and nothing could stop it.

You had hid it with a smile, and sealed it with a kiss.

“No, YN.”

He slammed his hands against the ground, screaming and shouting with every pound.

“NO! FUCK! NO! I WAS COMING BACK FOR YOU! I WAS GOING TO SAVE YOU!”

That’s not what you wanted. What you really wanted was for Shigaraki to not share your fate. You had been trapped by it, unable to move and only to embrace. The last thing you ever desired was to drag the love of your life down with you.

His body convulses with each sob as he curls in on himself, pressing his face into the dirt and letting out his strangled howls of grief.

“God- fuck, I was going to save you, YN,” he nuzzles his face against the ground, wishing it was the skin of your shoulder he loved to kiss so much. “I promise. I was going to come back for you.”

Shigaraki hadn’t just lost you.

No; it was never that simple.

Everything he ever had, the future that was in his grasp-- all gone up in a cloud of smoke.

The promise ring you wore.

The smile on your face.

The child growing in your stomach.

He had truly lost everything.

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brittsacademia · 2 years

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Gemini | Various!BNHA X Reader

Chapter 2: Dealings

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Present day

This place was so damn filthy. Your neighbourhood was a disaster of trash piling up and practically obscuring the pavement that it may as well be vacated and turned into an actual junkyard.

The roads were cracked and bumpy, making it a nuisance to keep steady on your skateboard, so much so that, with a huff of displeasure, you skidded to a stop and stomped the tail of your board to catch it in your hand. It'd be more comfortable if you were to walk the rest of the way — not like your apartment block was that much further. Perhaps you should invest in some better wheels that could withstand rough terrains.

Pieces of glass — probably from beer bottles — shattered underneath your weight, and you were thankful for your footwear. Not everybody in your neighbourhood was fortunate enough to even have shoes.

Sketchy, low-class crooks could be spotted here and there. Some hung out on their porch, smoking shitty and brandless cigarettes, while others leaned against the dirty brick walls, probably waiting for their dealer to swing by.

Passing by an alleyway, you could hear some yells — the typical commotion with which you didn't bother getting meddled.

You passed by a few dumpster divers that dragged their precious findings around in flimsy trash bags, and you also spotted a few groups of drunkards... in the middle of the day. You couldn't really blame them; there wasn't much to do here.

And if all that wasn't enough to indicate a bad neighbourhood, perhaps that empty ballpoint pen — most likely having served as a makeshift crack pipe — that you had accidentally kicked would be the final nail in the coffin.

Not a hero in sight on patrol, the crooks here just weren't noisy enough to garner enough attention from the pros.

Just let them destroy each other or something of the likes. It'll go unnoticed — perhaps that was the train of thoughts most harboured when it came to this area.

Being abruptly snapped out of your thought, you grunted in surprise when you felt your ankle being gripped, and looking down, you saw some grimy homeless man, looking up at you with a dreadful grin as he tightly held on to you with both hands.

"C'mon... spare a penny, lil' lady," he said in a gruff voice.

"Fuck off," you snarled.

You nearly lost your balance from the tug-of-war, though it didn't take very long for you to lose your patience and deliver a swift yet sharp blow to the man's head with your board, knocking him out cold. With his grip on your ankle loosened, you pushed him back onto his flimsy piece of cardboard. You hadn't even thought of using your quirk against him, immediately resorting to a blunt 'weapon'. You didn't feel like wasting your energy on someone you deemed so much more lowly than you.

Though before you resumed your way, you eyed the man's tin can, and you had no remorse or care when you rummaged through it, pulling out a 500 yen coin and pocketing it before leaving.

Survival of the fittest — that's how you rolled.

"'Sides, I don't have much to spare myself," you muttered to the unconscious man.

Maybe you would have considered helping him in different circumstances, but putting his filthy hands on you definitely didn't put you in a mood to do so.

Ahh... it certainly was a homely neighbourhood, filled with a wide variety of bums — so diverse.

You could see your building coming into view, and you'd be relieved to catch a break if you weren't suddenly reminded of all the work you had to do before having the right to obtain that break.

You needed to fill out U.A's application form and send it in. Then, you'd need to make that important call to Kairo.

Maybe you were being dramatic; it wasn't that much work when you truly thought about it, but it felt as such when you've been tugged into business meeting after business meeting with the League and Astarot regarding the preparations for the upcoming mission.

You suddenly felt sour when you realized that the entrance exam was still so far away. You just wanted to get on with it because you had to admit, you were so excited about the outcome. Astarot really had hyped you up for this, hadn't he?

The dawn of a new society... what a fucking dream.

You entered your building, heading down the very short flight of stairs to reach your door that was located on the ground floor. Reaching into your pockets, you grabbed your keys and inserted them into the lock, and your eyebrows furrowed upon realizing that your door was already unlocked. It greatly confused you; you were certain that you had locked it before you left.

Now, you just wanted to throw hands with whoever decided to pick your lock, not that it was an uncommon occurrence around here.

And you might have had a suspicion as to who it was.

Entering your very basic-looking home, you made sure to lock your door behind you, taking your shoes off and leaning your skateboard against the wall. You contemplated further pushing back your responsibilities as the League's newest spy, but you figured that the sooner you got your shit done, the sooner you could actually lay down and do nothing.

You entered your kitchen to throw your empty smoothie cup — which you had surprisingly held on to the entire time — into the trash, though before you could exit, something atop your counter caught your eye.

It was money set atop a letter. You counted 2,000 yen, and suddenly, your suspicions as to who had broken into your apartment became that much more confirmed. Still, you read the note.

Heyyy (YN)! Here's the money I owed you. Thanks again, you're the best of the best, and you should really date me pretty please! (灬♡ω♡灬). Oh, and I borrowed two eggs and a yogurt from your fridge. Thanks!

~ E.

And there went your will to live. Right out the window.

That was most definitely from the guy who lived in the apartment right above yours. There weren't many people or things that chilled you to the bone, but that one guy did. Why was he so fucking weird? He needed a hobby.

You shook your head, not wanting to dwell on it for too long — you'd deal with Eichi another day. You had other things to tend to.

With a sigh, you forced yourself to your living room. You crouched in front of your TV stand, reaching into one of the shelving units where you grabbed a folded up piece of paper — U.A's application form for the heroics department that you were required to fill out.

You dropped onto your couch, lifting your feet atop the coffee table as you made yourself comfortable. You unfolded the paper, and you furrowed your brows as you skimmed the questions. There were so many lies you'd need to jot down, though, in all honesty, your entire application was fiction. After all, you weren't there to play hero.

You sighed dejectedly, setting down the application as you realized that you had to call Kairo before you even began filling it out, let alone sent it out.

It was all rattling your brain, how you needed to forge a fake life for yourself to be able to avoid any suspicions. After all, you were a twenty-year-old woman that was to pose as a first-year high-school student. That was where Kairo — a genius, mastermind and powerful hacker — came into play. He'd be able to help you.

Picking up your cellphone, you dialled Kairo's number, which you've memorized by heart over time — you've had many jobs that involved Kairo's expertise, and vice-versa. You benefited from one another quite a bit. If you needed some fancy tech works to ensure a successful mission, Kairo had your back, and if he needed your combat expertise, you were hired.

Your foot rapidly tapped the ground in impatience as you listened to the other end's ringing. He better pick up, you thought as you wanted to get all preparations done and over with, but unfortunately, you found yourself clenching your eyes shut and grinding your teeth when you heard a faint beep, signalling that you were now on voicemail.

"Kairo, it's (Y/N). Listen, that favour you owe me? I need it now. Me, Astarot and some other people are cooking up something huge and— never mind that; I'll give the details later, but call or text me as soon as you can, got it?" You said as you hung up.

He'd get back to you. He always did.

You were going to need to make modifications to your legal documents: change your birthday and age so that you could pose as a high-schooler — that was the priority. Should you change your surname? You didn't want anybody to be able to trace you back to your actual family, that would just garner some extra, unwanted attention to you. But then, if you messed around with your family roots, would you need to do the same to your parents' legal documents? Or were you being paranoid and thinking about things much too deeply?

What a headache.

And when you thought of your physical appearance, five years didn't seem like such a big gap, but it was one that was large enough for you to safely say that you looked much older than a first-year. If you were to look at someone and tell them you were fifteen, you'd be caught dead in your bullshit with no questions asked.

You smirked, knowing that you already had a solution to that little inconvenience.

You flexed your fingers, channelling the energy of a specific being that was under your control. Your palm eventually lit up in a charcoal-coloured mist, and from that action, a similar dark mist began manifesting in the middle of your living room. From the fog, an apparition of a wraith-like creature materialized.

The creature lacked a visible bottom half of its body, having no legs. It wore a raggedy black robe that seemed to flow despite the lack of air drafts in your home, and it wore a hood, similar to how most would depict a grim reaper. You couldn't make out any facial features behind the hood, only finding an empty void. It had navy blue, skeletal arms and bony hands peering from the robe, and to top it off, a strange tar-like substance dripped from it, though you weren't worried about the stain it left behind as you knew it would disappear the moment you deactivated your quirk.

This creature was... well, you had decided to refer to it as a spirit the moment it manifested when you were a child, but the truth was that you weren't quite sure if that was an accurate name for it. Regardless, this spirit was part of your quirk.

"How can we be of service?" They spoke politely with a heavily distorted voice, bowing to you.

The distortion in their voice was caused by the overlapping of the voices of the many souls inhabiting them. It was eerie, and it rarely failed to send shivers down the spine of whoever was in their presence, or maybe that was due to the way their presence turned the air so frigid you could see your own breath as if winter had befallen your apartment.

You had taken to calling them Abyss as they didn't have a name of their own. You thought it was fitting; they were, in a way, a bottomless abyss of countless departed souls. They had never protested to the name you had imposed, and you weren't sure if it was because they didn't care, or because they had no say in the matter as you were seen as their owner and master.

Though as much of an asshole you were, you had never regarded Abyss as lesser than you; they had grown on you, admittedly.

"Abyss, I'm going to need to have the Cell Manipulation quirk on hand at all times for a long period of time. I technically don't need it right away, but I need to practice keeping it active for long periods of time for my upcoming mission," you explained. "Think you can lend it to me?"

"But of course, Lady (Y/N)," Abyss said. "However, you must be aware that — omitting your natural ability — your body is currently carrying two quirks. You are at your current limit."

You nodded at their warning, already aware. "I know. That's why I'll make a trade, for now."

They nodded. "Very well. Which quirk will you be trading for Cell Manipulation? Shall it be Volcanic or Dreamless?"

You sighed. "It'll be Dreamless."

They seemingly cocked their head to the side, questioning your decision. "Are you quite sure? That quirk is the one that protects you from some of the drawbacks your natural ability brings you. You would experience much discomfort without it."

You waved them off. "I'll manage. Besides, I want to keep at least one offence-based quirk on me at all times."

"Very well. In that case, shall we?" They asked, levitating closer to you and reaching out, prompting you for a handshake.

You nodded, interlocking your hand with Abyss'. Mist swirled around the both of you as you channelled the energy of the quirk you'd be ridding yourself of. You felt lightheaded as you felt the quirk leave your body, and had you not been used to the sensation, you might have passed out from how dizzying it was. However, the sickening feeling soon faded as you felt a new quirk enter your body, signalling that the exchange had been a success.

(Y/N) (L/N). Her quirk: Dead Man's Dealings.

She can summon an entity that collects the souls of the deceased. Through that entity, she can borrow and make use of the quirks that once belonged to the living.

Letting go of Abyss' hand, you shook your head as you rubbed your temples. Abyss watched you intently, assuring your wellbeing, as they knew of the stress your body could endure with these kinds of deals.

"Are you well?" They asked.

"I'm fine, thanks," you said. "You're dismissed."

They bowed. "Very well. Call upon us should you need our assistance again."

With that, you deactivated your quirk, the room's temperature going back to normal as Abyss disappeared into a smokescreen that vanished into thin air. The tar that had been staining your floor was gone, seemingly never having existed in the first place.

The quirk Cell Manipulation, as you had learned, was very versatile. When you thought about it, you hadn't even scratched the surface when it came to what you could do with that quirk. The ability to manipulate a living being's cells... the possibilities were endless.

And with a bit of practice, you were certain that you could manipulate your own cells to make you appear a little younger — a bit of shapeshifting, to say the least. That was something you would strive to work on until the entrance exams.

Practice — a lot of practice — would be needed. As nice as your own ability was, allowing you to essentially make use of a plethora of various quirks, you had to make them your own as you didn't borrow the expertise that the person once had with that quirk. In other words, once you borrowed a quirk, you started from zero, as if you were a four-year-old child discovering what power they possessed for the first time.

And sometimes, your body didn't react well to certain quirks — you just weren't compatible with them.

Sure, you had a rare and powerful ability, that much you could say, but the power came with many complexities. Not only did you have to endure the drawbacks of Dead Man's Dealings, but you also had to learn, memorize and deal with the limitations and drawbacks that came with the borrowed quirks.

And now that you had given up one of your greatest sources of protection against Dead Man's Dealings, you were going to be in for some difficult nights.

Maybe you'd eventually find a way to make some room for your body to accommodate one more quirk, letting you wield four at the same time, though you weren't quite sure it was an experiment you'd be willing to carry out — three was already difficult on you.

You leaned back, thinking back to your childhood, about the utter confusion on your parents' faces when your power had first manifested. You didn't blame them, as your quirk was a mutation, meaning that you hadn't developed your father's powerful radioactivity or your mother's telekinesis; it had come out of nowhere.

You also thought back to the look of horror on your mother's face when she realized the horrifying reality of the trigger your quirk had needed to manifest, but you also thought back to your father's twisted expression of intrigue, one that had spiralled your life into what it was at the moment.

Shaking your head, you willed the image of your father away, tucking it into the darkest corners of your mind. Your old man was no longer a concern to you, so you didn't feel like dwelling on him for too long.

Sighing, you took another peek at the application form, deciding that, while you were so deep in thought about your quirk, you may as well do the bare minimum and insert the information about your quirk in the application.

Grabbing the form and a pen, you wrote down the name of your quirk as well as a very basic description: you wrote about what it did, how you were limited in the number of quirks you could carry at the same time and how you had a finite limit of how many times in a day you would be able to switch the quirks around using Abyss.

Of course, there was another catch to your quirk. It was one that U.A didn't need to know about. If they did, it would be game over for you — pieces would be put together, and it'd be off to Tartarus for you, you just knew it.

The thing was, Abyss couldn't simply grab whatever souls they came across for your convenience. In fact, they couldn't see most wandering souls. Likewise, you couldn't simply point to a soul and tell Abyss to fetch.

No, that wasn't how that worked.

The truth was that Abyss could only collect the souls of the people whose deaths you were responsible for.

Heroic quirks, villainous quirks — people were quick to categorize them. You weren't really of that mindset; the world was so much more complicated than this black and white bullshit.

However, in your case, you could say that only a villain could truly make use and take advantage of a quirk like yours. No true hero would be able to live with themselves, knowing that they would need to take lives in order to make use of their power.

U.A was definitely going to be rattled with your presence. How fun.

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Chapter Word Count: 3,180

Original Publish Date: 2022-01-09

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I really wanted to drop the bomb on what the reader's quirk is, as there have been some curious people wondering how the narrative would work. If you've done the math within the last chapter, you would have noticed that she's twenty, which is too old for high-school, and some were also curious as to how she obtained a quirk. Dead Man's Dealings is how, my friends.

Now, it is a strong quirk, I know that. However, there are a lot of drawbacks and limitations that are passive and will be heavily affecting the reader as means to balance it out.

Also, there's quite a bit of foreshadowing for backstory that I can't wait to explore! ~ Eichi's name is dropped in this chapter, though he won't be making an appearance right away — it's more of a cameo to show that this OC does know the reader personally, and they live in the same building. I also don't want you guys to be too overwhelmed, so I'm introducing the original characters gradually.

Fun fact: Abyss was inspired by Ermac from Mortal Kombat. Also, their name went through a few changes during development. At first, it was All In One, but I found that not only was it a mouthful, but it was also too close to AFO and OFA. Then, it was Void, but I ended with Abyss as I thought it suited them better.

Now, a quick question, would you guys rather me to write out the full quirk profile for DMD? Or would you rather me write it out naturally as the story progresses? Personally, I'd rather the second option, but I know some would rather have the full quirk profile written out for them to read and fully understand the power.

Hope you enjoyed this, and I'll see you next chapter, where Kairo makes his first appearance!

~ Britt

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Gemini (Various!BNHA X Fem!Reader)

Chapter 1: Amoral Businesses

{Prologue} {Next} {Masterlist}

Before we begin, I just want to mention that, going forwards, my author's notes will be featured at the ending of each chapter instead of at the start. That way, if I want to discuss something about the chapter, there's no spoiler.

Enjoy!

CW: | Mentions of human trafficking & slavery |

A week before

The mere mention of the surname Hidaka was enough to curdle one's blood, filling them with unconditional horror and distaste. It was a name that had bedevilled Japan for many generations, being associated with one of the most heinous organized crime groups the country had ever seen.

Money laundering from horrendous acts, the Hidaka family was one of great wealth and power, and you could confidently express that their greed and sadism knew no restraint. You've bared witness to their crimes; a front-row seat to the show, you could say.

It was vile - even somebody like you could admit that what they've done left a bitter taste in your mouth, and you were far from an innocent person; you've done your fair share of disgraceful acts in the past, and you didn't doubt for a single second that you'd continue causing torment in the future.

But, you had your own set of morals, and your morals drew the fucking line when children were involved.

You didn't bat an eye when it came to the drug trafficking. It wasn't, after all, your business what kind of garbage idiots decided to put in their bodies, and you could understand the appeal of the boundless amounts of cash you could obtain from the business. You never cared for the blackmail and fraud; they were highly typical in your line of work anyway. The prostitution didn't concern you, so you didn't give a shit, and the assassinations - well, you'd be a hypocrite if you wailed for that.

However, when you caught wind of the human trafficking operation the family ran, involving the auctioning of people to fall victim to slavery for the rich and corrupted, your attention was grabbed.

They targeted the quirkless. After all, those people were considered to be less valuable than a bucket of warm spit. Powerless and unable to hold a candle against most in this superhuman society, they were seen as the perfect little tools to be moulded in mindless, broken slaves. Pitied and discriminated by most in a world where your entire person was determined by the quirk one would develop, being quirkless meant being a disgrace and a failure - an absolute fucking embarrassment and an entire one-man-circus-show to the world.

And some sick fucks would rather pawn their own flesh and blood than show an ounce of humanity and support. Even when it meant sending their own, young children into a world of inevitable pain and trauma.

Quirkless children as young as five were taken from their shit families, who voluntarily shipped them off to the Hidakas. It was wishful thinking on your part, to think that they'd be purchased by people who would treat them right. But in what fucking world would that happen? Any halfway-decent human being would procreate or adopt a child instead of purchasing one from an auction organized by a Yakuza group, for fuck's sake.

It twisted your gut when you remembered that one teary-eyed little girl who had been dragged in by one of the various henchmen. At the time, she looked about your age, around seven years old. You had turned your head away, pretending not to hear her cries as did the Hidakas' children that you had been playing with.

"Where are my parents? Who are you? Why am I here? I want mommy and daddy," were all things that she had said. It had been a one-sided conversation, the henchman not answering any of her questions as he dragged her away until you could no longer hear her cries due to the distance.

You never saw her again afterwards, nor any of the other quirkless children, teens and adults that had been brought.

It was terrible, and you had been selfish to think 'at least it's not me', though you wholeheartedly believed that you were in your right to not want to suffer, to self-preserve and value yourself. Still, no child should be induced to fucking slavery at the hands of old, rich and perverted men and women. To be used and abused with no limits because they would be defenceless and broken into obedient, submissive messes.

You were seven at the time, and you were already well-aware of all the bullshit that went on behind the closed doors of the family of the children you played with, and so were they. How fucked up.

The reign of the Hidakas was over, however, but not without leaving a stain on society that would take years to wash away. The name was a social taboo; it became off-limits for discussion, as the population would rather pretend that such a family never ruled from the shadows. You could understand; the mess the Hidakas had left behind was still fresh.

You knew the exact reason as to why they were no longer active - the exact chain of events that led to the fall of the Hidakas, you knew them. Though as far as the population was aware, they'd all perished, leaving no heir to the organization - what other reason would be so logical?

Truth be told, it was partially true. While Japan assumed that the Hidakas went extinct, you knew that three remained, the three brothers you used to associate with and still associate with. While they've disassociated themselves with the amoral family business, they still carried the blood that their surname brought. They remained Hidakas.

A mug of warm, mint chamomile tea was placed on the cocktail table in front of you, and you sent a faint nod of gratitude to the man who welcomed you into his home. Though as nice as it was of him to accommodate you, you were here for business. Nothing more, nothing less.

It wasn't the first time that you've been here, but the luxurious mansion threw you off every single time you made an appearance, making you feel completely improper. How could it not? Especially with your current living conditions of a shitty, rundown apartment located in the asshole of the prefecture. You swore there was a weekly invasion of roaches with the occasional piece of plaster falling from the ceiling, and let's not forget to applaud your award-winning neighbours.

With your body being well-adapted to searing temperatures, you immediately picked up the beverage and sipped on the still-boiling drink, watching as he made himself comfortable on the opposing sofa. He crossed his legs and leaned his head on his propped-up arm, those piercing yellow eyes of his were filled with mischief and smugness - always have been. His usual trench coat was off, leaving him in a charming purple dress shirt that accentuated him nicely. Your eyes drifted to his tail, noticing the golden ring that seemed to effortlessly orbit around the appendage.

You had asked him before what purpose the ring served, though you only received an unsatisfying "It's for aesthetics" as an answer. The idiot.

The man in front of you was your long-time acquaintance - dare you say friend - who went by the villainous alias of Astarot. His true identity? None really knew; he preferred to introduce himself as Astarot to nearly everyone, as to protect his true identity. A common practice nowadays for villains and heroes alike.

But, you personally knew him as Kaji Hidaka. The second son of the late Oyabu of the Hidaka group, and the one considered to be the golden, trophy child. The one with the most potential, so to say, though that could roughly translate to the one with the most powerful quirk of the three children they had.

You've known Kaji - you'd often call him by his given name in private - for as long as you could remember, your families having introduced the two of you when you were five years old while he was seven.

Time really did fly; it had already been fifteen years since your first meeting, and you couldn't believe that you still stuck around the man after all this time, considering the true intentions of your families when attempting to force you to get along.

Kaji looked so lax, like nothing could phase or break him. From an outsider's perspective, he was impossible to read, even to you at times. But you knew this: the subject of his family - his father, specifically - was a distasteful subject, that much you knew was a subject that could get those lips to curl into a frown filled with disdain.

You never bothered him about his history - didn't need to as you've experienced a part of the ride alongside him. You were on good terms with the man, so you didn't push your luck.

"Glad you could make it, (Y/N)," Kaji said, breaking the silence.

"What'd'you have for me?" You immediately asked, cutting straight to the chase.

He tilted his head. "Hasty, aren't we? Maybe I just wanted your company."

"I doubt that," you said. "When was the last time we hung out as anything other than business partners."

Kaji's brow rose at that, and you could just feel the pompous comment brewing inside of him.

"Oh? Is that your subtle way of telling me you want to spend more time with me?" He asked.

"You fucking wish," you snorted.

A low laugh rumbled from deep within his chest as he looked on at you in absolute amusement; he adored your little display of attitude. Kaji had always been the only one who was able to not bat an eye at your antics, having known you for so long and baring a similar personality - a worthy opponent, you supposed.

"That asides, I guess that you are right; we should talk business," he said, suddenly taking on a much more serious tone.

You had been previously slouched with a disinterested glance, but the mention of business had you sitting upright with anticipation glimmering in your eyes. Kaji was about to comment on it - he just found it so endearing to see. He refrained, however, figuring that it'd be best to stay on track.

"It's a little different from what you're used to," Kaji said. "Actually, it's very different, but it's probably one of the biggest opportunities you could possibly have. It's of high importance."

You were curious. If it wasn't what you were used to, you supposed that you weren't being hired by some lower-level criminal who hired nobodies such as yourself to save up money but still get the job done. You usually got your hands dirty in obliterating the properties of whoever your client had targeted, usually being spawned from some petty gang rivalry and competition. On the rare occasion, you had a bit of blood to spill. All for a little blood money to help you get by.

"You see, I've been having a few meetings with an upcoming villain group that goes by the name of The League of Villains, and-"

"The League of...? Oh, for crying out loud," you said, interrupting Kaji.

He chuckled. "I know - the name's tacky, but it's just a cheap, temporary alias," he said. "Carrying on, the group is still very small, so there aren't many people yet. It's led by a guy named Tomura Shigaraki."

"Never heard of him," you said, shrugging.

"Maybe not him, but you do know about All For One, now don't you," kaji asked, to which you responded with a nod. "Well, the group is founded by none other than All For One. He lurks in the shadows of the League, grooming Shigaraki to be the next symbol of fear."

You perked up at that. "The All For One? I thought All Might had him wiped out of existence."

He shook his head. "No, not at all, though All For One is severely incapacitated from the fight," he paused with a smirk, "not that All Might got out of that battle unscathed, so I've been told."

"I see, and what's the goal behind all of this?" You asked.

Kaji's smirk widened as his tail delightfully swayed behind him. "They want to destroy everything All Might has created and bring down the Hero Association. I know it doesn't exactly align with our goals and convictions, but heroes are quite the obstacle to us, are they not? So, I figured that cooperating with one another might be a win-win situation, don't you think?"

You nodded, taking in the information and mulling it over. While you were more looking for a renewal in society, the League sounded more like they wanted to fuck shit up, to put it bluntly, but Kaji did have a point that, in the end, heroes were a mutual obstacle that left a bitter taste in your mouths.

"Okay... that's all fine and dandy, but what's my role in all of this?" You asked.

"You, my dear," he pointed at you for emphasis, "would be needed to infiltrate the pinnacle of heroic education - U.A - to be a mole and give us important details about the school, the events, the upcoming generation of heroes and the world of heroes in itself. We need all the intel possible. And, most importantly, we would need you to keep an eye on All Might," Kaji explained.

"All Might...?" You questioned, being perplexed as to how U.A and All Might were connected.

Kaji leaned forward. "We've caught wind of the possibility of All Might himself being part of the staff for the next year. We would need you to confirm, and if it happens to be true, keep a close eye on him."

"Let me guess, you're asking me in particular because of that quirk I... obtained two years ago for an undercover mission I did, right?" You asked, tilting your head.

"Smart girl," Kaji cooed; it sounded condescending, and you'd tear him a new asshole if you weren't so engrossed in the mission details. "But that aside, you're quite the manipulative little thing - a fantastic actress, I find. You'd be perfect for a mission like this."

"Gee, I appreciate the genuine compliment," you said with much sarcasm. Though you hated to admit it, he was right. In your line of work, manipulation and being two-faced was a must.

He only grinned at your comment - again, he found you so endearing.

"And," Kaji added, "say that - hypothetically - things go wrong, and you're caught, we wouldn't have to worry too much. All For One is dangling some blackmail over the heads of some people, so they've got another potential spy on standby."

You raised a brow, crossing your arms. "If they've already got someone, what's the point of asking me?"

He grinned. "Ah, y'see, that other spy isn't what I'd call villainous. You understand what I'm saying, yeah? His loyalty is questionable."

You nodded. "So, the League is emphasizing recruiting a spy that's already on the villains' side?"

"Mhm," Kaji confirmed before leaning forward. "So, what do you say, (Y/N)? Are you up for it? Think about it: this is the perfect opportunity to finally take that sweet step into knocking all those worthless heroes off their pretty pedestals. We can finally start moulding that new, ideal future we've always wanted. We're not alone, (Y/N), others agree that this superhuman society is absolute shit, we can all work this out together and strive for our goals. We can and will win."

The look of bliss in Kaji's eyes was almost unsettling, but you weren't going to be the one to judge, as you were sure that you held a similar look. He wanted this - truly wanted this. It was quite the sight; Kaji was an independent person who took no orders from anyone, preferring to be the one to demand and work according to his own terms, yet here he was: hasty to merge with this upcoming group.

"(Y/N), aren't you tired of sitting on the sidelines? Don't you want to make a difference?"

He didn't even need to justify the cause, you had already made up your mind on the matter.

Amoral businesses were everywhere, and amongst some of the worst, you could name the hero industry. Maybe, once upon a time, you looked up to heroes. They were so... wow to a younger, naive version of yourself. They seemed so perfect, like they actually cared about making the world a better place, but nowadays, you could barely name some that held your respect.

How could you? Certainly not when you witnessed so many children be whisked away by the Hidakas with none coming to save them. Certainly not when Kaji and his brothers - you as well, to some degree - all suffered at the hands of their father with no one asides from themselves to depend on for survival.

And you certainly couldn't when you caught wind of some so-called heroes working alongside Kaji's father. You've all prayed and begged for help, to be pulled from your misery, but your voices were drowned and went unheard. All because the wealth they could obtain from the Hidakas was so much more tempting than rescuing a bunch of kids that were under the radar and out of the public eye.

And one of those heroes had the audacity to smile and bask in the praise of the public, recounting the children he had saved from a fire the other day on live television as if he hadn't ignored the victims of one of the vilest organizations.

That particular hero, you used to admire him so much. You had strived to be just like him in your youth, but you had come to associate everything he was as negative. He wasn't a true hero; he was unworthy of that title.

It was all so ironic - in a very grim way.

Seeing how hypocritical and fake heroes were had been both Kaji's and your breaking point. The only people you could truly count on were yourselves; heroes weren't there for you, and they never would.

That had been the message you registered when you were younger.

So many heroes were corrupted, and the world needed a wake-up call that you'd gladly provide.

"I'm in."

Chapter Word Count: 3026

Another short chapter and I'm setting up quite a bit of backstory to be explored in the future, eh? Everything will come together and be explained in due time, no worries - we can't rush those things, now can we? ~

This was more to begin establishing a bit about Kaji/Astarot and his personality, since he will be very present!

I've also added two character references in the 'Before you read' chapter as I've decided to include Kaji's siblings to the story, since they are important to him and his backstory - also because I simp, but that's besides the point - so go check 'em out!

~ Britt

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Gemini | Various!BNHA X Fem!Reader

Prologue

{Before You Read} {Next} {Masterlist}

A gentle breeze blew through your hair as you pushed yourself around the busy Musutafu streets on your skateboard. Loudly slurping on a fruit smoothie, you didn't quite care if the voice on the other end of the phone line held any disdain for the way you were blatantly disrespectful, only offering half-assed hums of acknowledgement every once in a while.

You ignored the irritated huffs and glares thrown your way as you carelessly skated around civilians, nearly running into them before swerving out of the way at the very last second — on your part, it was all on purpose.

You could overhear the occasional chatter about an ongoing villain attack. It was surreal how people could so casually talk about villains as if they were nothing more than daily entertainment. You supposed that having heroes continuously roaming around the premises lulled people in such an intense sense of security.

Eventually, you had found yourself nearly rolling past the large, imposing security gate that led to the prestigious Academy of U.A. You firmly planted the tail of your board into the ground, causing you to abruptly stop in your tracks, to get a good look at the H-shaped building. You held a bored look as you gazed at the school, though your head cocked in mild curiosity as you took it in. After all, this was the school you'd be attending, should everything go according to plan, that is.

"(Y/N), are you listening?" Your caller said, snapping you back to reality. He held obvious exasperation in his voice, being thoroughly done with your attitude.

"Mhm," you hummed, nodding even though he couldn't see you.

"You have U.A's application form, don't you?"

Another half-assed hum left your mouth, and you could feel your lips curl into an amused smirk when your caller briefly paused — he was clearly annoyed with your uninterested display. Ah, you were an asshole, and you'd sport that title on your sleeves with pride. The way your chest bubbled with contentment at the slightest inconvenience you brought others was far from healthy, and it definitely wasn't befitting of a future hero.

If you could truly even call yourself as such.

"... you have filled it out, right?" He asked.

You took your sweet time in answering, exaggeratedly slurping on your drink for an extended period of time that felt like decades to the caller. Popping the straw out of your mouth, an obnoxious and breathy 'ahh' left your lips, and you had the audacity to let the question linger a bit, still not answering. The silence was deafening, and you could feel the indignation of the caller on the other end; it was intoxicating.

"Nah," you finally said; it was the first actual word you've spoken since the beginning of the conversation.

"Are you not taking this seriously?" He asked, his tone low and threatening. If he was attempting to frighten you, he failed miserably.

Though you had to say that his voice did send some pleasant shivers down your spine. It was easy on the ears, you found.

"I'm taking this very seriously. You've been repeating things I already know for the past fifteen minutes. I'm bored," you said.

"Well, do excuse me. Considering your apparent lack of attentiveness on the matter, you do not inspire the attitude of someone who is, as you say, taking this very seriously," he said.

The sarcasm laced with his formal speech caused you to narrow your eyes. To any bystander who would happen to cross your path, it would look as if the academy had personally offended you.

"Now, carrying on," he continued, "It is of utmost importance that you be accepted into U.A's department of heroics, understood?"

"Mhm. Heard you loud and clear the first time."

"Excellent," he said, ignoring the apparent sarcasm in your tone. Perhaps he had figured that the best way to deal with you was to refrain from giving you a reaction — how boring.

"U.A Academy seems to be reputable for its low acceptance rate, but no matter the cost, you must pass the entrance exam," he said.

The serious urgency in his voice made you want to cackle — he was so damn serious about this. Yet, you didn't, because you weren't lying earlier: you were taking this seriously. Your glaring eyes at the building only became all the more heated, as if daring it to reject you from the hero course. You were gonna ace the test — you knew you were, confident that you would.

"Yeah. Failure's not an option, or whatever," you said.

"There has been a lot of praise about you from highly respectable people, so I ask that you prove that choosing you for this was no mistake," he said.

"No need to doubt my abilities. Don't worry about it, you can count on me," you said with a sudden hint of passion in your voice.

"Very well," he said.

"There's just one thing, though," you said. "What about my records?"

"What about them concerns you?"

"Won't they raise a few eyebrows?" You asked.

"Hm... I see. Hm? Please — hold on for a moment, (Y/N)," he said, seemingly turning away from the phone.

You could hear another voice in the background, conversing with your caller. While you waited to be spoken to once more, you decided that you had glared at U.A for long enough, and so, pushing yourself back onto your skateboard, you began your trek back to your apartment.

After a brief exchange, your caller's attention was back on you. "According to Astarot, you know whom to call. A man by the alias of 'Kairo', I believe? I've not the faintest of ideas who the man is, but that is who you are to contact. Am I right to assume you've met beforehand?"

You blinked confusedly, nose scrunching as you glossed over his question. "Astarot...? Is that purple dick with you right now?"

"Please, remain on topic," he said.

"Fine, fine. Yes, I know Kairo," you answered.

You couldn't believe you nearly forgot about Kairo. Indeed, you knew whom to call; Kairo would most definitely be able to help you out with your predicament. His help would make things so much easier.

"Good. We'll be in touch," he said, and with that, he hung up on you.

You breathed a sigh of relief as you pocketed your phone. What a nuisance of a phone call, you thought to yourself as you sped off towards your home. The scenery gradually became duller by the second as you exited the nice, rich part of the prefecture and into the thug-infested slums that you had the absolute honour of calling home.

Musutafu's scenery was quite different from what you were accustomed to, back in your neighbourhood. Everything was so clean, barely a speck of pollution that littered the streets. It was green and well-planted with life, and hell, even the air smelled rather fresh. The people you passed had all seemed so carefree, big smiles plastered on their faces as if nothing could ever go wrong.

You wondered why it was so rare for heroes to patrol your musky, run-down neighbourhood. One would think that they'd flock there to get their chance at easy captures. But perhaps that was just the problem: the thugs roaming around were much too low-class for most heroes to care. They wouldn't get much recognition out of sweeping the slums for scum, not like higher-ranked villains that caused massive scenes in normally peaceful areas.

How many heroes truly cared about making the world a better place? That was something you pondered often.

~~~~~~

Astarot eyed his newfound coworker in amusement. He, too, had found the exchange between the two of you rather amusing. Having known you for quite some time now, he knew your little game, how you practically got your rocks off to grinding the gears of others.

A single one of his fingers was engulfed into a deep, purple flame, which he brought up to light the cigarette between his lips. Taking a drag and pulling the stick away, he propped his elbow atop the bar before resting his cheek upon his palm, an amused expression still plastered on his features.

"So, tell me, Kurogiri, how was she?" Astarot asked.

A sigh came from the misty apparition clad in a suit. "She was rather... difficult."

Astarot chuckled at that; his tricolour, dragon-like tail slowly swayed behind him in delight in a rather hypnotic manner. Kurogiri seemed to be choosing his words carefully, as if wanting to avoid the possibility of offending him. So polite and well-spoken for a villain. Quite peculiar, but a refreshing change of pace, Astarot thought.

"She's a brat," a raspy voice said from beside Astarot.

Ah, of course Tomura Shigaraki wouldn't be so generous with his wording. Still, Astarot quirked a brow. Of all people, Shigaraki was not in the best of positions to call other people brats — the lack of self-awareness on the blue-haired villain's part quite honestly gave Astarot whiplash.

"God, don't I know that? A bit rude, isn't she?" Astarot spoke with a certain fondness in his tone, as if the notion of your attitude brought him some form of endearment.

Shigaraki grumbled, muttering something underneath his breath about how 'it's no wonder why you two idiots get along.'

"What? Please don't tell me that villains such as you two can't handle a bit of sass?" Astarot asked, taking another drag. "Don't worry so much. She's the best bet you've got if you wanna secure valuable information about U.A, pro-heroes, the upcoming generation of heroes, and All Might himself."

Shigaraki's hands flew to his neck, vehemently scratching the skin raw until specks of blood could be seen from the claw marks. He turned to glare at Astarot, though the dragon-like man was nowhere near phased by the anger in his red eyes.

"If it turns out that you're lying about All Might being a teacher, I won't hesitate to turn you into dust, you hear?"

Astarot exhaled smoke into Shigaraki's face before faking a pout and feigning hurt. "Aw. You don't believe me? I'm hurt. C'mon, now, even your master is in agreement with me."

The mere mention of his master was enough to seemingly calm Shigaraki down in the slightest, causing him to pause his bad scratching habits. It was too easy — when it came to his master, Shigaraki would lick the dirt he walked upon on command.

"Can we count on her?" Kurogiri asked. "This mission is nothing to take lightly, and the beginnings will all depend on her. Tell me, Astarot, can we count on her to not fail?"

Astarot flashed a grin of sharpened fangs, tail still swaying from side to side. "Make no mistake — (Y/N) is absolutely perfect for the job. She can pretend like she doesn't give a shit, but when she's got a job to do, she sees it through to perfection."

Astarot took a final drag of his cigarette before his expression fell into something much more malevolent. "I have no doubts that she'll infiltrate the pinnacle of education that is U.A. She'll brutally hit hero society, and they won't even know it was her in the first place. I am confident."

Word Count: 1876 Words

Publish Date: 2021-12-03

No worries, the actual chapters will be much longer than this. After all, this is just a short prologue to set the mood of the story! I hope you're excited, because I sure am happy to be writing this!

~ Britt

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