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She lay lifeless on the ground, her once bright eyes now dull and empty. Her skin a sickly pale, a stark contrast to the dark pool of blood that spread around her body. It had to be done, she was in his way, but now something or someone else stood in between him and his escape. The building began to crumble, threatening to bury him alive as he desperately tried to flee from the looming threat of a hero approaching. But this woman, this insignificant obstacle, was now nothing more than a casualty in his path to ultimate power. He felt no remorse. No sadness for taking another life. Killing was what he did best, it was his way of life. A means to an end. His team had failed to gather information on the up-and-coming hero, and ALL MIGHT, and now he had to face the consequences. The people's unwavering hope in this so-called "symbol of peace" sickened him. He despised how they looked up to him with blind adoration. So without hesitation, he snuffed out this woman's life, hoping to see the guilt, shame, and heartbreak reflected in ALL MIGHT's eyes. But it was too late. He couldn't save her. And in that moment, everything fell into place for Shigaraki. Heroes were not infallible saviors, they were just as flawed and limited as everyone else. A cruel reality that made him want to laugh with bitter amusement.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a child's screaming, running towards the woman he had killed without a second thought. but now he realized that the kid was crying to his no- dead mother,
Shigaraki's cold, dead eyes bore into the child, his mind reeling with guilt and regret. The boy's cries for his mother fell on deaf ears as Shigaraki stood there, the cause of her brutal death. With green hair like his mother's and freckles scattered across his face, the boy looked no more than four years old. But in that moment, he was a reminder of all the lives Shigaraki had taken. Despite the pain it caused him to see the boy's tears, Shigaraki knew what he had to do - end his suffering by taking his life. It was a small mercy, one of the few kind acts he could offer in this twisted world. And so he approached them, ready to deliver the final blow and send the child to join his mother in the afterlife.
As he stood over the boy, Shigaraki's hand began to twitch with anticipation. "Kid," he said simply, relishing in the fear that flashed in the boy's eyes. Tears brimmed in his eyes as he looked up at Shigaraki, snot running down his nose from the force of his crying. "Mommy is dead," he choked out between sobs.
Shigaraki couldn't help but feel a sick satisfaction at the sight of the broken child before him. But as the boy continued to cry, Shigaraki felt a twinge of guilt creeping into his chest. He almost regretted what he was about to say.
"Yeah, I know. I killed her," Shigaraki said nonchalantly, watching as the boy's green eyes widened in shock and heartbreak. But there was no fear in those eyes, only deep sadness and a longing for his mother.
"Why? Why did you kill my mommy?" the boy asked, looking down at his mother's lifeless body lying on the ground. "Mommy, wake up. You said you would protect me."
Shigaraki had heard enough. Whatever strange feeling was stirring inside him, he wanted it gone. He needed to end this before it consumed him completely.
"Listen kid, I'll give you two options," Shigaraki said, cracking his fingers in anticipation. "One, I kill you so you can die just like your mommy. Or two, you grow up without her."
He waited for the boy to answer, but instead the child simply looked at him before curling up next to his mother's body and falling asleep.
"Oi, brat! Answer me!" Shigaraki yelled, unable to contain his anger any longer.
But all he received was silence as the boy fell into a peaceful slumber next to his deceased mother. Shigaraki's hand trembled with rage and confusion as he struggled to understand the strange emotions stirring within him. This was not how it was supposed to go. He was the villain, the one who instilled fear and chaos.
But as he looked down at the sleeping child and the lifeless body of his mother, Shigaraki couldn't shake off the feeling that something had changed inside him. And he didn't know if he liked it or not.
The familiar, grating sound of hero boots echoed in Shigaraki's ears. They were closing in, and he knew he had to make his move swiftly. His instinct screamed at him to abandon the child and erase this incident from his memory, yet something held him back. He found himself rooted to the spot, his gaze locked onto the small boy.
His eyes began to sting and swell - an annoying sensation he couldn't explain. He watched as the tiny fingers clenched around a lifeless hand, their grip desperate and heartbreaking. The sight was unsettlingly sad, yet Shigaraki found it irritating that he couldn't identify what he was feeling.
He should have just ended the boy's life and left; that was the villain's way. It should have been easy, a simple task for someone like him who had already taken the boy's mother away from him. Yet there he stood, frozen in place.
A thought popped into his head then: "Since when did I think like this?"
In spite of everything, Shigaraki found himself slipping on his gloves with care and gently lifting up the boy into his arms. As if on cue, the building started trembling violently before finally collapsing behind them.
Shigaraki escaped with a child in tow—a perplexing situation that irked him no end. "Now what am I supposed to do with you?" He muttered under his breath, casting a sideways glance at the kid nestled against him.
"Shigaraki, mate, I don't know if you've noticed - what with your body looking like a second-hand glove shop - but there's a tiny human attached to your arm. Nope, my mistake. There's a kid in your arms," Kurogiri quipped from behind the counter of their shabby bar hideout that was surprisingly still standing thanks to his efforts.
Shigaraki hid behind his unruly hair, cradling a slumbering child in his arms. "Well spotted, Sherlock! Got him from Temu."
"You're not planning on killing the kid now, are you?"
"Well yeah, I am. Gave him an option though but he didn’t answer so I’m waiting. If he starts acting up, I'll just off him like I did his mom,"
"You killed his mom?" Kurogiri sighed heavily. "Were we playing Grim Reaper bingo and I missed it?"
"All Might was getting on my damn nerves and she was just...there," Shigaraki shrugged. "Weird thing is all the civilians had cleared out but she stuck around. Maybe she was looking for her kid."
"So you're going to kill a kid?"
"Did you miss the memo or something? Yes!"
"I heard you loud and clear, Shigaraki. Unlike some people here, I'm not deaf! Just wondering how exactly you plan on doing it."
Shigaraki could practically feel Kurogiri rolling his eyes at him.
"The usual way," Shigaraki shrugged again, hunching his shoulders dismissively.
"Ever killed a kid before?"
"Nope, but how hard can it be?"
Kurogiri sighed again dramatically. "Well alright then... Can't stop you."
After Shigaraki finally explains the situation, Kurogiri lets out a sigh. He knows that Shigaraki will do anything to get under All Might's skin because, in the end, heroes can't save everyone.But he also knows that Shigaraki is nothing more than a petulant child, incapable of true villainy. Despite their years together, he knows deep down that Shigaraki could never intentionally kill an innocent woman and child. It was all a tragic accident. But in this twisted world, admitting such weakness would be seen as a failure, so Shigaraki keeps up the facade of a ruthless killer to maintain his image as a villain.
And Kurogiri also knows Toga.
So that’s another explanation.
With a flick of his wrist, Shigaraki activated the television. The news bloomed onto the screen, blaring some nonsense about Hero ALL MIGHT's latest rescue - a woman with vibrant green hair. A gasp hitched in Shigaraki's throat, nearly causing him to drop the small child cradled in his arms. He recognized that woman; she was supposed to be dead by his hand, not gracing the evening news.
Kurogiri caught sight of Shigaraki's shell-shocked expression and nodded sagely from behind his swirling mist of a body. His violet eyes shimmered with understanding - the boy’s mother was alive and kicking. Now all he needed was for Shigaraki to put together the missing pieces.
"I swear I killed that kid's mom," Shigaraki muttered, his face pinched in confusion as he balanced the little one on his hip. "I mean, I stabbed her."
"Why didn’t you use your quirk?" Kurogiri asked, a hint of smugness seeping into his tone.
Shigaraki shot him an irritated glare, but then hesitated. He didn't have an answer ready at hand and had to scramble for one. "Because...I wanted to feel her life slip away," he finally said with a shrug.
Kurogiri sighed but nodded anyway, choosing not to argue further. “Alright then,” he said nonchalantly before adding, “but you know now that she is very much alive.”
“Nope! She’s dead,” Shigaraki retorted stubbornly. “You think I would make such an amateur mistake?”
Just then, the door swung open revealing Toga with a fresh wound on her stomach. “Really Shiggy? Did you just have to try and kill me? Am I that annoying?” she whined playfully.
Shigaraki glanced at Toga's wound and let out a resigned sigh. She had pretended to be an innocent bystander to provoke him, but he knew better than to show any visible relief. Kurogiri always kept a watchful eye on him. 'I didn't kill the boy, why am I not angry?' Shigaraki questioned himself privately.
Kurogiri saw. Nothing can hide from him.
‘Can’t believe I’m babysitting a grown ass adult who doesn’t know how to take care of his body. He’s cracking every second. He’s going to break like a paper soon.’’
Shigaraki hummed nonchalantly, a smirk playing on his lips as he shrugged. “Well yes, you are. But now it makes sense why the woman is alive. I thought my sanity had finally abandoned me.”
Toga laughed, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Oh, darling, that ship sailed when you were a toddler.”
"One more bloody question before I lose my cool and disintegrate you for being a colossal pain in the arse," Shigaraki droned on, his ashen, skeletal features twisting into a scowl of pure annoyance. His fingers twitch involuntarily, like they were itching to turn something into dust. "Why the hell aren't you six feet under yet? Didn't I stick a knife in you?"
Toga's response was a cocky tilt of her head, her chaotic blonde tresses cascading over one eye. A devilish smile crept onto her face, revealing razor-sharp canines that added an extra dash of danger to her deceivingly youthful facade. "Aw Shiggy," she crooned sarcastically, "since when did you get so cozy with daggers? That's my turf. The real conundrum here is why didn't you use your quirk instead?" She feigned disappointment, placing a hand over her heart dramatically. "I mean, it's fantastic that I'm still sucking air and all but it's such a nuisance to switch back to boring old me. And now I don't have enough blood from that bombshell to transform into her again – she was quite the dish…. Like so-super pretty and you've gone and spoiled it."
Shigaraki's eyes narrowed into slits, his thin lips morphing into a rigid line as he spat out, "My plan was to off her just to piss off ALL MIGHT and now you've screwed up my plot with your shenanigans!"
Toga shrugged nonchalantly, twirling a strand of hair around her finger as she retorted sassily, "Oi! Don't pin this on me! I was merely trying to figure out your type by becoming the hottest chick I could find and then bam! You went all psycho-stabber on me...or rather on 'her'. Do you just have a bloody vendetta against women or something?"
Shigaraki stared blankly at Toga, his stone-cold expression remaining static before he grumbled tersely, "I hate everyone with equal passion."
"Then why are you still cradling that kid? It's a nice break from the usual macabre collection of hands you lug around," Toga ribbed, her eyes gleaming with playful mischief.
"You're really pushing my buttons," Shigaraki growled, his voice strained.
Toga simply beamed at him, her eyes shimmering with unadulterated joy. "I know! Isn't it just bloody delightful?" she chirped.
"Really?" Twice queried, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Delightful is a strong word”
"And from which magical realm did you materialize? You just popped into existence!" Toga's eyes widened in exaggerated shock.
"I've been here the whole time," Twice countered, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.
"And you kept mum all this while?"
Twice shrugged nonchalantly, "Was I supposed to hold court?"
Shigaraki muttered under his breath, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I swear my IQ drops every time I look at you two." He turned to regard the child cradled in his arms and almost lost grip as he was met with wide, innocent eyes that unnerved him. "Awake now, are we? And as silent as a tombstone."
The kid bobbed his head enthusiastically and beamed at Shigaraki. "You didn't off my momma? But I was right there with her! Was it an ill...umm...what's that word again? The one where things seem real but aren't?"
Shigaraki blinked in confusion before turning to Kurogiri for help only to find Toga grinning eerily at the kid like he was some fascinating specimen.
"Mister, what's the word?" The kid poked Shigaraki's nose impatiently.
With a sigh of resignation, Shigaraki wondered why he had chosen to burden himself with this child instead of leaving him on the streets. What had possessed him?
"Mister! Mister! The word!" The kid persisted.
"Illusion?" Shigaraki offered reluctantly.
The child's eyes lit up like fireworks and he nodded vigorously. "Yes! So does that mean my mommy is alive because it was an illusion?"
Toga giggled uncontrollably at this. "This tyke sure can chatter!"
Shigaraki hid his face behind a curtain of hair, studying the child in his arms. The kid was now engrossed in examining Shigaraki's hand on his head, tilting it from side to side. His large green eyes were unnerving, and his mop of hair seemed even larger in comparison. And those freckles...they stirred something within Shigaraki that he couldn't quite put a finger on.
"Why are you gawking at the kid like he's an alien?" Kurogiri quipped.
Shigaraki glanced at him before returning his gaze to the child. "Because I've never seen one this small before. He looks so fragile...I could snap him like a twig."
The kid gasped dramatically, clutching his chest as if deeply wounded by Shigaraki's words. But there was something endearing about the child’s reaction that tugged at Shigaraki’s cold heart. Cute? Was that the word he was looking for? That was certainly a first for him.
"Hey, mister, that's not nice!" the toddler piped up, his words jumbled in the adorable way only a four-year-old could manage.
Shigaraki merely shrugged, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, I'm not exactly Mr. Nice Guy. Didn't you notice when I said I killed your mom and almost did the same to you? Which I might add you never answer me and now I have you in my arms."
The boy tilted his head in confusion, his brows furrowing as he tried to decipher Shigaraki's words. "But... but you said mommy is okay..."
"Yes, she's alive now," Shigaraki responded dryly. His skeletal finger pointed towards Toga who was standing a few feet away smiling like a crazy person. "All thanks to her and her freaky shapeshifting thing... She can turn into anyone just by getting a taste of their blood or something equally gross."
The kid's eyes lit up with an innocent fascination at this revelation. "That's super cool! My best friend can do cool stuff too... His quirk goes..." He paused for a moment, struggling to find the right word before finally settling on "...boom!"
Shigaraki raised an eyebrow at this unusual description. "Boom?"
Nodding vigorously, the child mimicked an explosion with his hands and squealed out loud: "Boom! He makes things go boom!"
Caught off guard by the sudden display of enthusiasm from the toddler, Shigaraki couldn't help but make a face of surprise - an expression that was quite alien to him. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Toga clamping her hand over her mouth in a futile attempt to suppress another round of laughter.
"Your friend's quirk makes things go boom?" he repeated incredulously. "What in the world does that even mean?"
The child's eyes lit up with excitement as he launched into– for what seemed like a detailed explanation of his best friend's quirk. Apparently, his friend could create explosions from his hands and loved nothing more than to blow things up for fun. Shigaraki couldn't help but feel a strange sense of kinship with this explosive-loving child.
"Got any special tricks up your sleeve, little shit?" Shigaraki probed, intrigued by the tiny human sprawled across his arm like a sack of potatoes.
"Dunno," the kid replied with a wide yawn that could swallow the sun. "Today was 'sposed to be quirk day. Hope mine's super-duper."
Shigaraki's only response was an involuntary twitch at the corner of his mouth. The kid's weight was starting to make his arm numb. ‘this kid is so light but why the hell is it heavy?"‘
"Thought you'd be some kind of plant whisperer or something," he muttered, casting a glance at those unnervingly large eyes that seemed to inflate with each blink. It made his skin crawl. ‘the little shit has some big eyes, creepy me out’
"Guess I might not be too far off."
The kid yawned again, head thudding against Shigaraki’s shoulder "Just want my quirk so daddy won't go bye-bye."
A collective confused murmur rippled through the group upon hearing this cryptic statement.
“He's gonna have trauma, hehe.”
“You're saying it wrong! No your not”
“If I say it, then it’s right.”
“It's not really. You are an idiot”
“Want me to stab you?”
“I'm not pretty.”
Toga pouts. “Yeah, you're right. It would be a shame to kill someone so ugly. I prefer beautiful things.”
“Well, thanks for sparing my life...I guess. No, I will kill you first”
"What the hell are you talking about?" Shigaraki grumbled.
The kid didn't answer; his eyes had fluttered shut and he was out cold. His final words before drifting off hung in the air like an unfinished sentence - "Daddy said he'll leave if I ain't got no quirk."
Toga piped up then, her voice laced with an unsettling mix of glee and fascination that never failed to infuriate Shigaraki. “Ooh! He’s gonna have trauma just like us! Can’t wait to see how it screws up his brain wiring and body functions,” she giggled, licking her lips as if she could taste the blood that wasn’t there yet.
Shigaraki’s fingers twitched violently at her comment. Toga is really pissing him off.
Twice turned towards him, his multiple personalities all chattering at once - a cacophony of voices wrapped in one man's body. "You gonna drop him back home? or you can kill it, so it won’t grow up to be a hero and kill us all"
Shigaraki shot Twice a look that could freeze hell over. "Yeah, I'm gonna return it, Einstein. Why the hell would I want to keep it?"
Twice shrugged nonchalantly. "Dunno. You hoard those hands like you're some kind of freaky tree. can I take it"
Once again, Shigaraki was surrounded by morons.
Kurogiri watched the entire spectacle unfold with an exasperated sigh. He was stuck babysitting a bunch of adults who were kids at heart and now, an actual kid too. Life just kept getting better.
Shigaraki, with his cracked and peeling skin, cautiously settled the small child onto the worn-out couch. His usually harsh features softened into an expression of unexpected gentleness. The sight left the room's occupants in stunned silence.
"Never thought I'd see the day when Shiggy could be gentle," Toga murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Her wide, cat-like eyes sparkled with mischief as she watched from her perch on a bar stool.
Twice nodded in agreement from his spot against a wall that was patched up more times than anyone could count. "Should've just dropped the kid," he said, his words tumbling out without any filter - something everyone had grown used to over time.
Twice then leaned towards the child with his head cocked to one side. The kid’s hair was an odd shade of green; wild and unruly like a forest canopy, darker in some spots. His eyes were an equally peculiar hue of green, so wide they seemed almost unnatural – it was disconcerting how those big eyes stared at everything around him.
The rundown bar-turned-hideout echoed with their banter. It was a place held together by Kurogiri 's tireless efforts - he knew well that this motley crew couldn't take care of themselves if their lives depended on it. He cooked, cleaned and maintained order amidst chaos in this dilapidated sanctuary hidden away from prying eyes.
"I thought you'd drop him like a sack of potatoes," Kurogiri retorted dryly to Twice's comment. He too was taken aback by Shigaraki's uncharacteristic tenderness – it was almost alarming given Shigaraki's usual disregard for anything fragile or precious.
Toga doubled over laughing until Shigaraki silenced her with a pillow to the face. "Quiet! The brat is sleeping," he snapped before turning towards Kurogiri , his eyes narrowed in a glare that clearly conveyed his irritation. "If I had dropped him, he'd likely start wailing and I'm not dealing with a crying child. I’d probably turn him to dust, so keep your comments to yourself."
Twice shrugged, understanding the sentiment. Kurogiri sigh for what felt like the hundredth time that day. He wondered how long it would take Shigaraki to realize that he had to feed the child when it woke up – though Kurogiri was prepared to step in if needed. But for now, he decided Shigaraki could learn firsthand what he dealt with every day managing this group of misfits who behaved like hyperactive children on a sugar high.
Kurogiri expression was one of long-suffering exasperation as he observed the antics unfolding before him. Turning to Shigaraki, he said, "Have you given any thought to what you'll do when the child wakes up? I doubt Toga or Twice are equipped to handle a hungry, cranky toddler."
Shigaraki's brow furrowed as he considered this. "I... hadn't really thought that far ahead," he admitted grudgingly. "I was just focused on not dropping the brat."
Toga piped up, her voice laced with a mischievous grin, "Aw, Shiggy's getting soft! Maybe you can be the kid's new daddy." She giggled uncontrollably, earning herself another pillow to the face from the irritated villain.
"Shut it, Toga. I'm not interested in playing house. Plus since his mom is alive we can just take him there" Shigaraki shot her a withering glare before turning to Kururigiri. "What do I even do with a kid? I'm not exactly parent material. "
Kururigiri resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Well, for starters, you'll need to feed him when he wakes up. I can show you how to prepare a simple meal, but you'll have to be the one to actually do it." He paused, then added, "And try not to accidentally disintegrate him, hmm?"
Twice chimed in, "Yeah, Shiggy! Gotta keep the little guy in one piece. Can't have you turning him into dust." He snickered, earning an annoyed click of the tongue from Shigaraki.
"Fine, fine. I'll figure it out. Just..." Shigaraki's gaze softened slightly as he looked down at the sleeping child. "Just make sure he doesn't get hurt, alright?"
Kururigiri nodded, a faint hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I'll do my best. But you're going to have to step up and take some responsibility here, Shigaraki."
The villain let out a long-suffering sigh, already dreading his life. "Yeah, yeah... I'm on it."
Shigaraki's gaze fell softly on the slumbering child sprawled across the worn couch, his small chest rising and falling rhythmically with each innocent breath. The silence of sleep was a stark contrast to the tumultuous world they inhabited; a quiet testament to the resilience of youth. A peculiar sense of wonder tugged at Shigaraki as he observed the boy, unafraid and undisturbed even in his presence.
The child was a mirror reflecting back Shigaraki's own past - a time when his hair was still black, his eyes were still untainted by malevolence. But society had twisted him, gnawed at him until he metamorphosed into its grotesque caricature of villainy. He sat on the edge of the threadbare couch now, watching as the boy wriggled his tiny feet free from their shoes with an endearing clumsiness.
Toga perched on a counter nearby, her pale fingers caressing a knife with an almost reverent fascination. Her whispery voice filled the room with eerie lullabies about its beauty and sheen. Twice stood in some forgotten corner, blending into nothingness like air while battling voices only he could hear.
Kurogiri was lost in his own world too, attempting to scrub away years of neglect from their makeshift home that once was a rundown bar. Each one of them held onto habits like lifelines in this sea of chaos - Toga's bloodlust, Twice's internal dialogues, Kurogiri's penchant for etching emotions onto rocks.
Their souls were fragmented pieces bound together by shared experiences and mutual destruction. Shigaraki often hid behind curtains of hair that fell over his face - another habit, another shield against vulnerability.
Just then, the door creaked open to reveal Dabi’s silhouette against the dim light outside. His arrival was always announced by an unsettling smell that hung in the air like a grim reminder of their reality. It was the scent of decay, but Shigaraki couldn't judge. He too bore an uncanny resemblance to a corpse that had cheated its grave.
Dabi saunters in, his tattooed face as unreadable as ever, and snags a cup of the refrigerated coffee that Kurogiri had thoughtfully prepared. His gratitude is a low grumble, barely audible over the hum of the bar's broken neon signs. He glances up, his eyes catching Shigaraki's gaze for a fleeting moment before they flicker away with an unexpected speed.
His cobalt blue eyes swivel towards an odd mound on the couch, narrowing in disbelief. He blinks once, twice. For a moment he feels like he's stumbled into some bizarre alternate universe - surely this isn't their usual villain-infested dive bar?
His confusion only deepens when he spots Toga, her lips flirting dangerously with the blade of her knife. Twice is just staring at him, his mask making deciphering his expression impossible. And then there's Shigaraki - head cocked to one side like a curious puppy - except instead of being cute it’s more akin to watching a vulture eye its next meal.
A silent question forms on Dabi's lips as he continues to stare at the child-shaped lump on the couch: why on earth is there a kid here? No wait – why is there a kid here surrounded by villains and sleeping like it’s nap time at preschool?
"Dabi," Twice drawls out in amusement, "you look like you've lost your favorite lighter."
"How can you tell?" Toga giggles from behind her knife. "His face never changes. It’s like someone forgot to install facial expressions when they built him."
"If you squint..." Dabi retorts dryly, rolling his eyes so dramatically they could have fallen out of their sockets. He flips them off casually - causing Toga to mockingly gasp in offense while Twice tilts his head even further, contemplating if fingers are edible.
Then Dabi jabs a finger towards the peacefully sleeping child, his gaze swinging back to Shigaraki in search of answers. "What in seven shades of my intestines is that?" He demands.
"That's a child, Dabi," Kurogiri replies with the patience of a saint.
"I know that, dipshit," Dabi shoots back
"Then why did you ask?"
Toga launched into an explanation, but it was like watching a train derail in slow motion. Shigaraki had to step in before she completely derailed the conversation. "So, let me get this straight," Dabi interjected, his eyebrow arched skeptically. "You stabbed what you thought was his mother, who turned out to be Toga in disguise. You then, for some unfathomable reason, decided to bring the kid here?"
Shigaraki cracked his knuckles with a nonchalant shrug. "Well when you put it that way," he drawled sarcastically, "it does sound rather ridiculous."
Dabi's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Why didn't you just use your quirk? Stabbing is more Toga's thing." Dabi pointed out.
"That's exactly what I said!" Toga chimed in from the sidelines, her arms crossed indignantly.
"Alright, alright," Shigaraki waved them off dismissively. He leaned back against the wall casually as if they were discussing weekend plans rather than kidnapping and deception. "The point is, 'mom' is still alive and kicking. When our little guest wakes up and the heroes start sniffing around for him...we'll just leave him at a park and carry on with our day."
"You mean rot around this dilapidated bar until we are literally decaying until we hatch another brilliant plan to take down the heroes?" Dabi retorted dryly.
Shigaraki merely grinned at him lazily. "Bingo."
‘That grin is freaking creepy’ Dabi thinks.
Dabi rolled his eyes before glancing down at the child in question. The kid looked so tiny and innocent amidst their chaotic planning session that it was almost comical.
The kid was so tiny.
Like tiny. But so Green. Dabi thinks.
Well, everyone was thinking the same thing.