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Cont. from here || @tomushiga

Shigaraki didn’t have to step into that fight. All he knew was that Bakugou was caught in the middle of a big commotion, and punches were being thrown. “Hey, why don’t you calm down before–” … before he did something to get himself thrown out, was what he was trying to say. He didn’t get to finish his sentence because the other person decked him, knocking him back into Bakugou. He heard and felt something snap,causing his face to burn with pain. He reflexively grabbed hold, covering his nose as he toppled backward with little hope of keeping his balance. Already sickly and relatively weak, he was lucky that the blow didn’t have him down for the count.

Soon enough, all three of them were thrown out of the club for the night, with the person who threw the punch banned permanently. Shigaraki and Bakugou were lucky; comparatively, their punishment was just a slap on the wrist. They were kind enough to at least provide an ice pack, though, which Shigaraki held to his nose with a groan of pain and relief. “That really hurt…” he laughed. Then he felt something trickling from his nose. He removed the ice pack and grabbed his handkerchief to blow into before he realized it was probably blood. He froze in place, looking at Bakugou. “How bad is it?” He turned his head to look in a store window, seeing that his nose was now slightly crooked and bloody. “I should probably have that set as soon as possible…” he frowned. “Unless you could kiss it better?”

He’d only meant it as a joke, of course. Even after taking that punch for him, Bakugou didn’t seem like the person who would want any debts, regardless of how silly his repayment would be. Laughing, Shigaraki kissed him on the cheek, going back to holding the ice pack over his nose. “You’re welcome, by the way. That could have gone a lot worse.”

Bakugou didn’t ask him to step in. Sure as hell didn’t need him to either. It didn’t involve him in the first damn place. But then Shigaraki had to go and try to break up one of his fights and Bakugou almost felt bad for what happened next.

Bakugou was less than impressed about being kicked out. He was only a few drinks in, barely riding on a buzz, and his night was coming to an end far too early. The club manager sure as hell would be hearing about it, and by tomorrow night they’d be begging at his Goddamn feet for forgiveness. 

Scowling down at his phone, he glanced up once his company spoke up. “I had it,” he insisted. The last thing he wanted was for this bastard to go and get his face punched in. Unlike Bakugou, he couldn’t afford to take a hit.

“It’s fucking broken, that’s how bad,” he muttered. It did look pretty bad, and maybe he felt a little bad about it. But he wasn’t the one who decided to break up a fight with his face. “I can get someone down to reset it for you.” Maybe he should count his blessings. After all, it wasn’t like he could afford to get a broken nose himself. His agent would freak. Pausing in his texting, Bakugou scowled at the man. “I’m not fucking ‘kissing it better’. What are you, twelve?”

Then Shigaraki went and kissed his cheek, and Bakugou scrunched up his face. God, he could feel the blood left on his face. “Gee, thanks,” he drawled, rolling his eyes. “I don’t think it works that way. And yeah, sure, ‘thanks’. Sorry that jackass used your face as a fucking sandbag. Other than your fucked up nose, your head alright? I don’t want to have to scrape your ass off the pavement and carry you to hospital.”

[stunnerguns]

A test of sorts || Villain!Kaminari & Shigaraki

@tomushiga continued from here:

Prompt 14: a sad/crying kiss | @stunnerguns

It was a mystery as to why Shigaraki was breaking down in front of Kaminari,of all people, but right now he was the only one there. He wished it was Kurogiri instead. Unfortunately, he was busy; he usually knew the right words of comfort when this sort of thing happened. It was just… There were some days when Shigaraki felt miserable about merely existing, wondering if he was even worth being saved. What was the point? He’d been practically invisible to the heroes, on that day when his Master found him…

What was I expecting? he asked himself. Did I even want to be saved?Master took him in and nurtured his ill will toward the heroes. He’d been bitter about it for so long. Maybe he was just doubting himself, but… Why him? Out of all people, what made him such a good choice as All For One’s disciple? He didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve anything.

At every turn, it seemed, he was thwarted by mere high school students. Even if they were the best and brightest, they were still just kids. He should know better than to lose to a bunch of 15-year-olds. He looked down at his own hands, which were trembling, seemingly of their own accord.

No good… no good…! He grimaced, as if biting it back would keep tears from falling. Here he was, letting his own emotions get the better of him. How worthless. If only his quirk worked on him… Then he could rot away into the dirt, where he belonged.

“Kaminari… what’s our goal?” He couldn’t face the young recruit just now, but he needed to be reminded. Why he was there, doing what he did… whether or not he was fit for the job. Why he was saved. “What’s ourpurpose?” Phrasing his question like a test of sorts, at least the one person who was still there with him could provide an answer.

It didn’t matter much what he said. Shigaraki wiped the fallen tears from his face and got up from his bar stool. Walking over to Kaminari, hands stuffed in his pockets, he kissed his cheek goodbye and left the hideout. Some answers, he just had to find for himself.

Kaminari regarded Shigaraki with uncertainty. He typically always had something snarky, teasing, or sarcastic to say. He annoyed the rest of the league to no end, with Toga being the only exception and Dabi being his favorite person to annoy. 

Even with a track record like that, he knew better than to mess with the big boss. The guy with the ability to literally turn your ass to fucking dust. That aside, this looked kinda serious. He’d seen Shigaraki throw fits, but never openly cry.

He tilted his head-- quietly watching the other as he sat on the bar top and crossed one leg over the other. Perking up and sitting just a little straighter as the man addressed him by name.

Was he supposed to answer? Was it a rhetorical question aimed more at himself than at the younger villain?

Then he did something Kaminari couldn’t have expected as he came up to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He blinked twice and followed with his gaze as the other exited the building.

Now that was weird... Perhaps he should follow?

Hopping off the counter, Kaminari jogged to catch up to the man and looked up at him as soon as he reached his side.

“Isn’t our goal to reform society as we know it?” he offered uncertainly. You know. It was just something he was always spouting. He figured that was his goal. Kaminari was just here for fun.

[heroic-inventor-mei]

❝ Where’s your speech about how feeble I am, how inevitable my defeat is etc etc? ❞ | tomushiga

SENTENCE STARTERS | THE INCREDIBLES

“Do you think I’m one to follow generic hero trends? Really? Well I can’t blame you, you don’t know me that well. Nah, I’m not really the one to go to to make speeches like morality or good and evil. You see, I only talk about things I care about, so as for right now, I’ll just let my babies do the rest of the talking. Hope that’s alright?”

[rcciproburst]

Cont. from here || @tomushiga

“Iida, you really are an idealist, aren’t you?” After all the time he’d spent with the League, Shigaraki found himself more than impressed with Iida’s work. His quirk could really help them out of a tight spot, and had on several occasions. Yet he still seemed to hold some old ideas about heroism that just wouldn’t go away. With his teacher Stain, it had been a pain, but on Iida it seemed more natural. After all, their first encounter had been at the attack on USJ, and back then he’d been on the heroes’ side.

Shigaraki admired his resolve, oddly enough. It seemed like he genuinely wanted to make the world a better place. It was almost cute how he thought siding with the League of Villains would accomplish that. In fact, Iida was absolutely precious.

“You know– shit!” Shigaraki had tried to lean against the bar, but he missed, slipping against the smooth surface. The hand covering his face fell off. Iida would be able to see his humiliated expression as he quickly tried to cover it up, laughing it off like he’d meant to do it. “I am not myself today…” He lifted the extra hand from where it had fallen, holding it like the precious thing it was.

Iida had really grown into himself, hadn’t he? He’d come a long way since high school. Even his features were more handsome; Shigaraki wasn’t blind to that. That was part of why he was trying to compliment him. It just… wasn’t working out at all.

After righting himself, he held onto the hand, deciding not to replace it right away. Instead, he set it aside and told Iida what was on his mind. “You’re just so cute it hurts.” In order to punctuate his words, he leaned in quickly to kiss him, only to get his nose. Another miss. Now thoroughly embarrassed, it was time to put the hand back on his face. Thank goodness it was big enough to cover his blushing.

“I suppose that is one word you could use, yes.” Of course, that wasn’t to say Iida wasn’t practical. Analytical, sharp-minded, and strategic. Iida wasn’t blindly running into danger for the sake of a message. Though he was very well prepared to die for it. What was Shigaraki’s point? Glancing at the man sceptically, he couldn’t help but feel Shigaraki was sucking up. Did he want something? Or was he simply oddly affectionate today?

Turning in his seat to address the man properly, he watched as Shigaraki slipped, swore, and panicked. Well that was certainly humiliating. Raising a brow, he just watched on in silence as the villain tried to regain some level of pride back. It was.. a little too late for that now.

“Cute?” Iida questioned back slowly. He wasn’t sure if that was suppose to be an insult or a compliment. “Shigaraki, are you-” He didn’t have time to get out the entire question. Not when Shigaraki was leaning in to... kiss him? Blinking once, he remained utterly motionless as the villain kissed his nose. From the look on his face, that certainly wasn’t what he was aiming for.

“Well this has been an interesting and thought-provoking conversation, and I’m not quiet sure if you’re trying and failing to flirt with or belittle me” Iida started, a hint of cruel amusement and disbelief in his voice. “How much have you had to drink tonight?”