˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥┆Every single friday night in the city of Musutafu, there is a truce between the League of Villians and the teachers at UA. During these peaceful friday nights, the leagues base doubles as an actual bar exclusively for heroes. Will these F...
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S h i g a r a k i :
This won't be pretty. It already wasn't pretty to be completely honest. The attack on the USJ wasn't the most successful thing in the world in fact it was quite a trainwreck.
Why?
Maybe the fact Shigaraki had been shot 5 times had something to do with it, he thought snipe was cool too. The nomu was long gone and all the pro heros had shown up. Overall not good.
So here the villian was. Sat stiffly on a barstool while his gun shot wounds bled profusely, the league had no money so bandages were a sweet but distant thought. His favorite black top was soaked in the crimson liquid making the villian shift uncomfortably in his seat, consequently eliciting more pain. It hurt like a biTcH.
The attack was today, Friday, a couple of hours ago. There are two ways the rest of the night would pan out. The heros would not show up to the bar ever again and they could all be proper enemies, with no attachment. Thats the desired option of course.
Option two is a little nastier. The heros would show up to the bar, beat him up further and either leave, hand him in, or act as if nothing ever happened. Deep down Shigaraki knew which option would come true but he's no Sir Nighteye or whatever.
The clock was starting to piss him off, the ticking seemed louder than ever as every second came and went until 10pm finally hit. With a painful grunt Shigaraki swiveled around on his chair to face the door, staring intently for any sign of the heros.
Oh here we go.
The wooden door flew open almost snapping off its hinges as it rebounded off of the wall. A single man walked through, his emerald eyes blazing with anger. Well shit, it was a mediocre life i guess.
Hizashi Yamada. Was he the only one here on this fine day or did he just run ahead of the main group?
"You!" He shouted, loUdLy not with his quirk but jeez was this man noisy.
"Me." The villian replied, if he wasn't currently bleeding to death maybe he would've been scared. Gunshots hurt y'know cut him some slack.
The blonde man scowled at the lack of emotion in the handy mans voice before reaching into his pocket. What would he pull out? A gun to end it all? Pepper spray? Handcuffs?
However it was none of that...It was...
S a L t . . .
The white crystals sat dormant in the voice heros palm as the man smirked triumphantly. Shigaraki choked, this man was literally here to throw salt in the wound, this seems a little extreme.
"Woah there. Surely we can talk this out." The villian rasped.
"The chances of talking flew out the window when your nOmU attacked my husband." Mic chastised, boy was he angry. Shigaraki could lie and say he wasn't absolutely pissing himself when the hero wound his arm behind him, ready to harshly throw the white mineral.
