A/N Hi guys, welcome to my first Boku no Hero Academia fanfiction! I've just recently joined the fandom, and I am loving every single manga chapter and episode of the anime so far. I've had this urge to write a fanfic, which is this story right here. Do give it a chance :) I apologise if I ever get any of the characters' personalities wrong... I'm still trying to figure out who is who and what their quirks are and all that. There are a lot of characters. Don't get mad at me ;; Now, on to the story! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Boku no Hero Academia. It belongs to Kohei Horikoshi. I only own the plot and my OCs. My friends own some of the other OCs in this story (which I will mention once they're all formally introduced).
This story takes place after Chapter 159 of the manga. It may contain spoilers, so those who haven't read the manga that far, read this at your own risk.
Shigaraki Tomura did not like waiting.
As he sat impatiently, he reached up and scratched at his neck- a habit of his. A scowl.
"Where are they?" he snapped. The scratching intensified. "They were supposed to be here an hour ago."
Kurogiri, his loyal Warp Gate, looked uncomfortable, the bright eyes glowing from his black, misty head narrowed. "Shigaraki Tomura, I would suggest that you try to be more patient. I am certain that they are just caught up by something," he said.
Shigaraki growled at the foggy man.
"Even after all the hassle we went through to hire them..." he grumbled.
"Hey hey, Tomura," Himiko Toga giggled from where she sat on the sofa, her legs swinging. "Who are the people who are coming over again?"
"Hell if I know," Shigaraki scoffed. He continued to scratch rapidly at his neck. God, he was angry.
"We do not know who they are sending over," Kurogiri answered helpfully. "But according to the agreement, there will be two members coming."
"They're taking an awfully long time," Dabi commented. He crossed his arms over his chest.
"Yeah!" Twice agreed, gesticulating wildly at the air.
Shigaraki clenched his fists impatiently, feeling the urge to destroy something. Anything. As long as he could vent his rage.
First, they had the nerve to contact them, then spout out some nonsense about how they would help him destroy the current society, which was his goal, technically.
He had listened to them, and made all the arrangements, but they still hadn't arrived.
"I'll kill them," he growled, gripping on to the edge of the counter. His quirk activated, and it began to crumble away.
"Shigaraki Tomura! Control yourself!" Kurogiri reprimanded. Shigaraki ignored him.
Then there was a knock on the door.
Everything fell silent for a moment. Another knock.
"I'll get it!" Twice leapt from his seat and ran to the door. But before he could reach it, there was a splintering sound, and the door broke open.
"Wow, this place looks kinda cheap," came a lax voice, and Shigaraki turned to see a man with platinum blonde hair squatting on the counter top. He had shades over his eyes, and was wearing a rather flashy jumpsuit of some sort.
Shigaraki stood up, trying to hide his surprise. When did the man appear? He hadn't seen anyone step through the door.
"Who are you?" Kurogiri demanded, taking a step back, his arms out. The man laughed, jumping down lightly.
"Ah, right. Sorry to intrude so suddenly. You guys were taking too long to open the door," he grinned cheekily.
"Huh. I expected more class for a renowned group like yours, Shigaraki Tomura," said another voice, and Shigaraki turned once more to see another man with curly blonde hair step in from the broken doorway. He was wearing rather fancy clothes, with gloves. Grey eyes stared at them unblinkingly.
"Are you-?" Twice sputtered, and the blonde man smirked.
"That's right. We are your hired hands. 'Pride', at your service." He bowed.
"And I'm known as 'Wrath'," the jumpsuit man chirped. He was suddenly sitting beside Toga. "You're kinda cute. What's your name?"
Toga giggled, seemingly unfazed by his sudden appearance. "Himiko Toga," she answered.
A creepy, fancy cosplayer and a hero-looking, jumpsuit-wearing flirt. These two are the people we hired? Shigaraki mused. He was unsatsfied.
"Oi, oi. You must be joking," he growled, moving towards the fancy man. "You are the ones we hired?"
"That's right. Is there a problem?" the fancy man asked, his head held high.
"I expected people who are more capable of getting the job done," Dabi said. He stood up, hands tucked in his pockets. "Clearly, you think this is all a joke, seeing how you took your time coming here, then acting as though you own the place, smashing through the door and all."
Both men had gone silent.
Shigaraki scowled. Dabi just had to say what he wanted to say. How annoying.
"If you're going to play around, you can go home," he said, sneering at the fancy man.
Pride suddenly laughed, a leering smile on his face. "Oh, but we are capable. Well, I am." He ignored the protesting shout from his companion. "We are already in action. Have been, for a long time."
"How so?" Mr. Compress asked from his position against the wall, pulling on his gloves.
Wrath appeared beside Pride in a flash. "Oh, you know. We have an inside agent gathering information for us, accumulating data over the past months," he said. Pride smirked, and Shigaraki clenched his fists at the mocking look in his eyes.
"We know a lot more about them than you do, Shigaraki Tomura. A lot more," he sneered. "Do not worry. I will save them from their sins, from both inside, and out."
"We, you mean," Wrath muttered.
Pride ignored him again. "I know you detest a few particular people. It was rather obvious, from the way you talked about them when we were negotiating." He pulled out a few pictures from his coat pocket, and flipped through them. "I will deal with them first."
"We! Say we!" Wrath sputtered, waving indignantly in the fancy man's face. Pride smacked his hands away irritably.
Shigaraki growled, his fists trembling. He really hated how arrogant Pride was, even though that technically was his code name. And Wrath seemed more of a whiny brat than what his name meant. He was beginning to wonder if they could pull off their given task.
Scratch that, he was certain they couldn't.
"I really don't like you," he hissed, a threatening tone entering his voice.
Pride smirked again, mockery once more dancing in his grey eyes. "I know. And I do not care, Shigaraki Tomura," he said haughtily.
Shigaraki's fingers twitched, itching to dig into the man's skin and watch him crumble into nothingness.
"Why do I feel so left out of this conversation," Wrath muttered flatly.
"I feel you, man," Twice sympathized.
"Your help is unwanted, Pride," Shigaraki spat, ignoring the two. "Go back home."
Pride chuckled. That leering smile was back on his ugly face again. How annoying. "What makes you think that you can accomplish half the results that we, no, I have?" he jeered. "Admit it, you need our organisation's help to reach your goal. You thought we could contribute, and that's why you accepted our offer in the first place, isn't that right, Shigaraki Tomura?"
Shigaraki began to breathe hard, his hands trembling. Behind the hand on his face, he gave Pride a lethal death glare, hatred and rage burning in his irises.
Pride seriously rubbed him the wrong way.
It was annoying him.
So. Much.
"Shigaraki Tomura, calm down. Think this through," Kurogiri said in a hushed voice behind him.
"Shut up," Shigaraki growled.
As much as he hated the thought, Pride was right. He had thought that they could help him.
But that was only because they were acquainted to his teacher, All For One.
And because there were rumours about their organisation being very, very strong.
Pride was still sneering at him.
Wrath, for the strangest of reasons, was suddenly chatting with Twice, Toga and even Dabi, acting as though they were all good friends with each other. How he even managed to accomplish that, Shigaraki had no idea.
"Nothing to say, Shigaraki Tomura?" Pride grinned, a half-crazed look in his eyes.
Shigaraki could only scowl.
The cosplayer flipped his hair, turning on his heels. "Wrath, we're leaving," he called over his shoulder. Wrath perked up, and stood from where he was sitting on a chair.
Shigaraki felt a swoosh of air, and the man was suddenly beside his companion.
"Do not worry, Shigaraki Tomura," Pride said, elegantly stepping over the broken pieces of the door as they headed out. "I, no, we will complete our given task, and help you reach your goal. You did hire us, after all. And as hired mercenaries, we will finish whatever assignment we are given, without delay."
"Hey, you said 'we'!" Wrath exclaimed.
"Silence, I meant 'we' as in the whole organisation, not the two of us together," Pride scowled.
Wrath deflated.
"Watch and learn from the professionals, League of Villains," the grey-eyed man spoke, smirking. "I will show you how it is done."
"And now we're back to the whole 'I' thing," the platinum-blonde-haired man scoffed.
"You're ruining my speeches with your constant whining, idiot."
Shigaraki watched as they left, bickering.
And he quietly seethed.
A/N And that's it for the first chapter. Hope it was okay, geh. The next chapter, we'll go to our favourite class in U.A Academy, and see things from the perspective of a certain redhead. Something interesting happens! Thanks for reading, and see you in the next chapter! Don't forget to review ;)