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      Shigaraki stared at the unconscious body of the teen. He was beaten up, quite badly. It was very tempting to just, let him bleed out, let him die. But he couldn’t let that happen. If Deku dies, he loses One For All, and he’ll be left, feeling incomplete. He made his way to the bathroom and fetched the medical kit.

     He bandaged up all of the wounds up with ointment to prevent infection and to help with the bleeding. Now, he just needed to make sure the hero couldn’t get away. And he kept such supplies in his basement. He headed there and grabbed shackles which he placed on Deku. Cuffs on his wrist with iron chains, position behind his back. And cuffs at his ankles, to prevent him from running away.

Would you help me name it?

    “Just checking in on you! How was your weekend? Have fun with your mom? I like the couch in your living room, it looks cozy!” He speaks like an old family friend instead of a near-insane stalker.

It was a villain of some kind. At least, that’s what Deku thought. The rodent-like person was doing something to the area around him. While the young hero wasn’t entirely sure what exactly, he could tell it wasn’t good.

Before a proper confrontation could even start, there was a sharp pain in his side. Reacting fast, he lifted one arm to shoot an Air Force shot directly at the attacker to make them retreat. Afterwards, he held his wound, glaring at other.

    “What the hell are you doing...?!”

Batetemoda looked with satisfaction over at his Megabyogen as it continued its rampage, spreading its infection upon the disgustingly green landscape. He might not be depending upon a King anymore, but the capybara creature still had to say he quite enjoyed spreading the rot from which he was born.

The main reason was that infecting the environment made this world a little more bearable to live in, but really what he truly enjoyed was knowing full well this would attract the closest little cretin who felt like playing hero, and it truly wasn’t a good day until he had crushed some idiot’s skull under his paws.

The hero of the week showed up faster than he expected. On his own. So preoccupated by his monster, the new kid didn’t even notice him charging through until his claws were digging into his flank. It felt so satisfying, the way he so effortlessly broke through fabric and skin... It sure beat how stupidly difficult the Precure made it to hurt them, with their bulletproof skin and whatnot.

Oh, he’d have been disappointed if the boy didn’t put up a fight though. Batetemoda couldn’t avoid the projectile that went to bury itself into his stomach - whatever it was - forcing him to hop back to a safe distance. That shit hurt, for real! But of course, this was precisely what he had hoped. Now he knew green-hair was the real deal.

What fun it will be to break him limbs by limbs.

Being told he had a visitor was surprising enough, but being told they had to meet through the window was even more surprising. He’d gotten used to people being allowed in his room without much of a warning and so he was confused as to why this one wasn’t.

It wasn’t until the illusion of the wall faded that he understood why.

Instincts had him jolt to the window and slam his fist into it directly over where Midoriya’s face was, eyes narrowed as his lips pulled into a snarl.