VILLAIN

Of course, he has to open his mouth again, and this time it’s to embarrass her. Cheeks flush in shock as she’s promptly corrected on her pronunciation, mouth agape for a moment as she realizes she’d been saying it wrong for…well, god knows how long. It’s not like she has the things back home, how is she supposed to know how to say it when she doesn’t even fully understand what it is?

“Y…You…I-I knew that! Don’t make fun of me, you bastard! Why should I care about how you say it anyway?! It’s not important!” Fumbling over her own words isn’t going to make it any better, but she tries, at least. Tries for approximately 5 seconds before she notices he’s finally dropped his guard.

Perona fumes for another moment, staring at his gaudy shoes as a split second plan pops to mind. One that absolutely isn’t going to dangerous or life-threatening in the least. Of course. 

So, she THROWS herself at him, surprisingly fast for a woman in heels.

Physically, she’s severely lacking, but she thankfully has the element of surprise on her side. With a mighty tug on his arm, she pulls him in the direction of the wide-open bathroom before letting go to give him a mighty shove with every ounce of strength in her body.

The moment he’s within it’s confines, she yanks the wooden door closed with an obnoxious slam and grips the doorknob tight, allowing a triumphant laugh to escape.

Taking the piss out of a girl who was out of touch with technology was easy, too easy. It had been so easy, in fact, that Perona had gotten the chance to shove him into the bathroom without any difficulty. Tomura was mad, not just at her, but also at himself. How could he have been so stupid as to let this happen? He should have kept his guard up for sure. A mistake, a miscalculation. And now he had to pay for it with his compliance. He would be absolutely stuck here otherwise.

         “Of course you knew. Ugh, it doesn’t matter anymore anyway. You got me, congratulations. If I cared a little less I could simply break down the door.”

But he’d never, ruining that privacy for himself would be the worst idea. If the villain had been stupid enough to do it, he’d surely come to regret it later. He was glad that even in situations such as these he managed to keep himself calm.

          “Fine. You get what you want, I’ll shower and brush my teeth. But only if you keep your end of the bargain after. I’m not going to play dress-up doll for you.”

He scoffed, kicking against the door only once to vent his frustration with his own mistakes before he readied himself to take a shower. The princess had won this round and he’d take his defeat as gracefully as an angry, villainous manchild could take it.

HIS FINGERS HAVE BEEN TWITCHING EVER SINCE he arrived in this city, and not in a good way, like the usual excitment before the crime. Life’s been rather dull without his explosives and, quite frankly, it leaves him with a nervous sort of edge and a surplus of energy left unchanneled. The junker’s been doing his best to rebuild and resupply, but it’s not exactly easy to get your hands on c-4 from the trash.

Junkrat’s effectively hit a dead-end, and he doesn’t like that. Not one bit. 

It’s then he spies someone, multiple someones, barreling down the alley he’s camped out in – doing his best to scavenge a dumpster, of course – and before there’s even a chance for someone to start screaming, he realizes they’re… well, dead, but he’s not particularly sure how it happened. He’d almost swear the one was turned to dust – but then again, the other had his hand around the victim’s throat. 

<<Not a very excitin’ way to go, if you ask me. Could’ve used a little more ‘boom!’ but beggars can’t be choosers.>>

<<Not a bad job regardless. Have to wonder what they did to warrant that though, eh?>> He laughs, high-pitched and more than a bit unnerving to those unused to it, like he’s told the funniest joke in the room – er, alley.

It had been nothing more but an altercation: Some punks had decided to run into Tomura and didn’t want to offer an apology. It was all simple, petty stuff, but considering the villain’s mood had been all but sunshine and rainbows these past few days, he had finally found a reason to lash out.

These idiots hadn’t expected that a skinny kid like him, would be a threat. Even though he was covered in dead hands, it seemed that hints were something these punks didn’t take. And that was the exact moment where their fate was sealed. The first two faced him and were killed shortly after.

     The third one tried to run, he was smart.

But they were like mooks in this game. Like easy-mode target practice. Tomura grabbed the third punk’s neck and squeezed it until he finally stopped screaming.

That’s when his ‘audience’ actually stepped in. And though the villain really shouldn’t judge by appearance, this guy seemed more than a little bit off. Not like he wasn’t used to that anyway. He listened to what the man had to say - or rather, cackle out - while looking him up and down. A metal arm and peg leg... At the very least in his mid-twenties... Hair that seemed to burn at the tips... Definitely, this one was different from most people.

     It was time to gauge him.

          “I like it a lot when people who think they’re big shots go out with a sizzle. It is more of an insult to them, I’d like to think.”

He let go of the half crumbled corpse of the third punk and stepped forward, kicking away some dust with his bright red shoes.

          “They were being insufferable, unapologetic assholes and I wasn’t going to have it. That’s it. You wouldn’t tell on me, right? I trust that you’ll keep this a little secret between us...”

“Shigaraki.” Of course it was only a matter of time. Kurogiri was nothing if not observant of his surroundings. Everything was a potential warp point at any moment. And small pieces of unnaturally disintegrated stone and metal were not beneath his watchful eye either. This was still his mission, his personal duty to sensei. The boy was not yet a proper villain.   

Kurogiri approached him with his arms folded humbly. “I am glad you appear to be unharmed.” To anyone else, they would be asking for death to offer such care towards Shingaraki’s well being. Kurogiri knew him well like that. They did not care to be babied or treated as weak. 

Yet he did not expect more then a snide comment in return. Perhaps some orders. It was too early in their reunion to tell what sort of mood they were in. And that counted for a lot with Shigaraki. 

It had been months and months since Tomura had seen but a glimpse of his right-hand man. He forgot how long it had truly bit, but it must have been over half a year since he had seen Kurogiri, but that didn’t matter anymore. What did matter was the fact that he now had him back. But the villain was none for sentimentalities or tearful reunions. This is what it should have been like from the start.

     But Kurogiri’s off the hook on this one, Tomura could blame no one but the scientists for this blunder.

          “I’ve been managing, honestly. Biding my time, trying to make allies in this messed up game. I haven’t gotten gravely injured yet.”

He sighed, turning away from Kurogiri and spreading his arms, turning his head back ever so slightly to glance at the other villain between ‘father’s  fingers. A single scarlet eye gazed at the ever moving mist that hid the other’s true form.

“My zombies are the cutest and best zombies, I’ll have you know! They love me because they chose to! I gave them the honor of being my servants! Of course they’d be grateful, like you should be!” Like Kumashi! Ah, Kumashi…she missed him.

…She stiffles a little sniffle and directs her rage back at her friend not-friend.

She’s going to ignore the implication she was unwelcome– she cared little about people’s personal space when it came to her personal wants. After all, hadn’t she let him stay at her apartment during their second meeting? This was just a way of returning the favor…or it would be, if he wasn’t such a monumental jerk.

“Honestly, all you do is push people away! You can’t be happy just sitting around lonely! All you have to do is remember…” A thumb slowly raises in his direction.

“Things will get better!! You just have to try!”

Where the hell did that come from? Anyway…

The bundle in her arms is tossed on the coffee table, hands gluing to her hips with a glare nearing Shigaraki’s in intensity in a rather abrupt change of mood. 

Then again, Perona claimed herself a princess, didn’t she? A princess with zombie servants, who got what she wanted if she so much whimpered for it. That was it, right? So here he had to deal with a snotty brat who always got what she wanted, whenever she wanted it. What a damn pain.

Not to mention the fact that she changes moods at the drop of a hat. Suddenly encouraging him? Why? It made less than no sense to him for her to do that. ‘Things will get better! You just have to try!’ Those words were wasted on the villain, really. They were wasted on him and out of place, especially in this situation.

  But then, Tomura didn’t mind bargaining, especially not when he was promised some peace of mind. That, and the girl actually said ‘vidya’. Unbelievable.

        “Are you serious. Are you actually for real? People love to say one thing and then do another you know?”

He crossed his arms and gave her a look. But the tension was quickly broken once he thought of her saying ‘vidya’ again.

After the attack on the camp, everyone was shaken. Parents were pulling their children out of the school, the media harshly judged them, and they had to amp up their security measures - all of which forced them to close for an undisclosed period of time, to fully take the hit and grow stronger, to update their security systems. Because of this, they opened the city-district replica to all the remaining students, granting them a place where to train safely…or at least, that was the plan.

To say that Deku was scared to see the villain that time and again he had to face in less than happy circumstances, that would be an understatement. He knew about one of his underlings having the powers to open portals up everywhere - but how could he always find him so well? He might have guessed his general location, but how could he…well, that was no matter right now. The problem at hand, pardon the pun, was another one - having to survive that encounter, and listen to the villain’s gloating.

But exactly, what could he do right now? The villain asked a question, but what kind of answer could he give? A naive ‘you haven’t won yet’? Asking an instinctive ‘how did you get here?’ kind of question? Both of them would just be pitiful choices, one that the villain would love to hear just to laugh harder. So…what could he say?

     Everyone who fell outside of that spectrum, however...

They were less fortunate, they didn’t live good lives. No one ever looked at them twice and nobody cared. They all smiled their stupid smiles and lived in blissful ignorance, thinking that heroes would fix everything and save everyone. Now that reality had been destroyed and people were shown the truth. The veil of safety was lifted off of their eyes and only now did they see the society they were nourishing. And it felt good.

It felt good to see that the world was reacting like this to such a small event, in the grand scheme of things. There was much more to come, the villain knew this, he was still planning this. And with new, better assets and more pieces that were put into play, Tomura was most certain that he would succeed and that society would fully crumble soon. This was only the beginning. There was so much left to achieve, so many more missions to complete.

     But for now, Tomura simply had to gloat at these results.

His eye fell on Midoriya Izuku once more, his grin never fading. The first question the boy asked was about his friend. How noble. And like him. Midoriya, the young hero that the hero killer Stain tried to save. The first year that had saved All Might’s life before while Tomura almost had him. But also the kid who actually renewed his ideals, who made him see exactly why Stain was so revered and just how the villain could make use of that mans ideals. It was for this reason that Tomura didn’t know whether to kill Midoriya Izuku now, or let him be...

     No. Today he will simply talk.

He disposes the lung and it lands straight onto the feet of an unwanted audience. To think that someone is sharp and smart enough to check the alley, he totally underestimated this city.

Tatara pulls his hand away, letting the corpse slump onto the ground. It’s rather rude if he continues his meal when someone wants his attention.

Ah yes, a lung was just thrown on his shoe. Shigaraki couldn’t care less about the entire gesture, but didn’t feel like having the blood seep through his shoe and onto his feet. He raised his leg and let the diseased organ fall beside him before offering the stranger an indifferent glance from behind the hand on his face.

          He doesn’t bother to knock, just jimmies the lock and lets himself in. No one seemed to be home anyways, or well…no one that he could see. He takes his time going through every room, examining each of them to see which belonged to Shigaraki. It’s only then does he come across a locked door. And only then does he begin to pick at the lock, before it’s opened and he’s face to face with just the person he’s been looking for.

          ❝ I let myself in, I figured you wouldn’t mind. Unless you do mind, which in that case I can’t say I really care much. ❞ Same old attitude, nothing’s changed even though they’re in a different atmosphere. ❝ What’s your weirdo self been up to? Holed up in this room all by yourself crying because you don’t have anything? ❞ 

          ❝ Are you just gonna stand there and look angry or are you gonna let me in the room, Shigaraki? Don’t want your roommates thinking anything strange. Then again, I could just get rid of them if they’re a problem. ❞

When he heard foreign footsteps in his apartment he sighed, the people whom he unwillingly shared this place with were back home, not that he minded, he was locked up in his own room. Without anyone to interfere, with snacks and drinks to keep him satisfied until they were gone again.

     That’s when he heard his own lock being picked.

While this was going on he saved his game and put away the handheld. In it’s place, he grabbed ‘father’ and placed the hand on his face, getting up from his bed in order to welcome the intruder, perhaps a bit roughly if it was necessary. His eyes were focused on the door, but as his intruder opened the door all Tomura could do was bristle.

          “Oh, it’s you. Of course. Only you would pick my damn lock like the rude punk you are.”

Character settings for Shigaraki Tomura.

@herocider

Crowds, Tatara had always hated them. Disorganized, noisy, chaotic and for someone who has heightened senses, it’s a real pain.

The commotion began when a group of self proclaimed revolutionists made a broadcast of their plan to the entire city. What a foolish course of action and these citizens are even more foolish to believe such mediocre movement. These people haven’t seen what true organizations are capable of.

As he observes the crowd, he realizes that he hasn’t gotten a bite to eat. Despite having most of his abilities stripped away, the hunger of a ghoul stayed with him. It irritates him to think that he’s no different than any other human cannibal and he’s sure to take it on his poor naive chap who thinks it’s cool to hang at the back.

Such was the way of this place: People had grand plans, but following up? Forget about it. Tomura was, however, interested in the way that the masses reacted. Those fools would eat up anything and the loud mumbling that followed was proof of this.

        The mere idea of UPSETTING the closest thing Drift had to a friend in this lonely city is a frightening one. Alas, therein comes a time where morals must be stood for. Therein lies a time where a product of struggle conveyed by both a corrupt society and an even more corrupt conflict must speak up. After all, he knew well where a desire for POWER drives someone. And once that power is obtained, there is no guarantee the usurper knows what to do with it.

        “I know that already. I know! I do want to go after them, but not to kill them! Are you crazy?”

His voice kept raising. Words once guided by sound logic now propel with emotion. He couldn’t stop. Drift couldn’t stop spilling his spark to this ill-intended human he still considered a friend. A friend would listen in the end, right? That’s how friends operated… right…?

        “You want to kill them and then what!? As wrong as flat-out murder is, you expect to just– just know the so-called “game”,” spoken with air-quotes and a further souring expression, “the moment you take control? They put us in here, but they know how to get us out, too. They know. Not you.

        “You take control, and THEN what!? You’re back to square one! Who cares how much power you have when you don’t even have the option nor ability to do what you intended to do in the first place!”

The itching was getting worse and worse. He didn’t want to be yelled at he just wanted to be backed up. The villain wanted to make these scientists pay for putting him through this hell while he had something else to do. He couldn’t deny that there had been good times while he was in this city, but on the other hand: Home was more important.

          “When I kill them it’s game over! It’s absolutely game over--”

Then his hands suddenly stopped scratching. He lowered his hands, feeling his blood seep out of the multiple wounds he had created by scratching as furiously as he had. His breathing was loud and uneven, his eyes wide and his entire body was on high tension. Slowly, the villain started taking deep breaths, calming down, cocking his head to the side and looking up at Drift. He kept quiet for an eerily long time, gathering his thoughts.

     Drift was right. He hated to admit it but his buddy was right. He was right and Tomura was wrong.

          “You’re right. You’re fucking right Drift. You’re right. They know how this game works internally. They know the code...”

Another few shaky breaths were taken before he stood upright again, closing his eyes and finally letting the remainder of the tension seep out of his body.

“Alright then, Boss-man! I’ll do my usual stalking and if I come back with any interesting keys or wallets I’ll give em to you, same with any U.A stuff! I’ll keep a really low profile, especially cause I need to eat again soon and nobody can interrupt me while I do.” She bounced on her heels a bit like a schoolgirl, then turned on her heels and started to speed towards the exit.

“Thanks again, Shigaraki-sama! I’ll go tell everyone to stop making fun of me so we can be all unified and stuff!” Toga was a good girl most of the time, this was definitely a good way to earn more of her loyalty, give her something she wants and she’ll remember you a bit more fondly, like, for example, all of her blood donors.

          “Good, as long as you do it like that there’s no issues. Play the game as it’s supposed to be played and in your case it’s a matter of stealth.”

Yes, how many times would she change the way she addressed her boss? From boss-man to ‘sama’ to ‘senpai’. It literally made no sense. Well, as he thought before, this was just the way that Toga Himiko was. At least she was cooperating though, without jabs at his leadership skills or doubts or anything of the sort. She wasn’t like some punks that he didn’t feel like mentioning at this moment.

    Disagreeing words had never spilled from his lips more quickly than they did just now. Drift had never been one for starting an argument. He had very seldom DARED to cross a line he should stay far away from. Careful treads were commonplace for a mech with as controversial a position as he, being a Decepticon turned Autobot during a time of great conflict between two clashing sides. Seldom does he ever DARE to disagree with anyone lest he faces ostracizing worse than one he already faces daily.

    In this case, where the cost of simply ( and mindlessly ) agreeing with a human he considers his friend would be LIVES better left unscathed, he had to say something.

    What once housed a calm expression now turns grim. Blue optics lay upon his companion accompanied by the faintest of a frown forged upon steeled material. “I’m serious. You’re not going to just hunt for the scientists just to kill them.” 

    Once combating words spill from his lips, they were difficult to reign back again. He couldn’t stop this string of disagreement.

He didn’t like this. He didn’t like being disagreed with. Not in this pivotal moment. This was the one chance he got to make sure that the people in charge of this entire game would pay. Pay for taking him away from where he belonged, pay for making him have to put up with all this hero trash. The only good thing this city has brought him was the Cybertronian who now stood against him. What an absolute drag this was.

          It made his neck itch like hell.

It seemed like she was taking the bait. That was a good sign; Now he could get closer to her, within reach even. However, he had to weigh his options. Was he going to hurt and maybe even kill her right here, amongst all these people? Would he risk himself getting captured in order to take petty revenge.

Maybe, but also not. There were bigger plans he had to put into motion. Getting a game over because of a sidequest is absolutely unnecessary. So he’ll keep playing this role for a little while longer.