"Why are you coming to me about this?" Like, he gets it, a sparring club was a good idea, but shouldn't Kirishima go to one of his teachers that gives them practical classes? Admittedly, Majima should be helping Yagi and Aizawa, but Nezu hasn't bitched at him to do it yet, so he wasn't going to start.

"Because I went to All Might, but he said that he was too busy to be our sponsor, and Aizawa told me that you aren't in charge of a club yet, which means that you can't say no." Aizawa, you prick! He was really hoping that everyone had forgotten that little detail of his contract, but damnit, why'd he have to be such a good teacher.

"Fine, you have other members for this shit show?"

"Yes sir! Myself, Bakugo, Midoriya, Uraraka, and Asui are the ones who signed up for it."

"That's it? Huh, you'd figure there'd be more than that."

"I just asked enough people to have the minimum of five."

"Makes sense. Why are you trying to start this up, anyway? Where'd the idea come from?"

"Well, the final exams are in a few weeks, and we still don't know what we're going up against for the practical part of it. There's a chance that we might have to solve a problem without our quirks, or be forced to fight without them."

"Well, at least you've thought this through a little bit." He sighed loudly, standing up from his seat at his desk. "I would like to let you know, Kirishima, that not only is this a stupid idea, but it is an idea so stupid that you have my support 100%." Majima smirked when Kirishima started to cheer, not knowing what the time stopper's next move was. "But!" He leaned in close to the redhead, his smirk growing into a wicked smile, "I want in."

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Five of his students stood in front of him, decked out in their gym uniforms. It was early on a saturday, so Majima was still kind of drunk. Let's hope Asui wouldn't judge him for that, her bluntness cuts deep sometimes. He cleared his throat before he started, "Alright, bitches, here's the deal. I'm hungover, and I frankly, don't care for… Roughly 60% of you, 40% on a good day. So, let's just go over a few things."

"First things first, no quirks. Uraraka, since you don't really control when your quirk activates, I got some gloves for you from the nurse's office. Kirishima, no hardening, Midoriya, no bone-breaking, and if you blow something up, Bakugo, I'll kick your ass."

"I'd like to see you try, asshole!" This little shit just doesn't know when to quit, does he? Fine, Majima has an idea to deal with this shit.

"Alright then, you're with me shit-stain. The rest of you, choose a partner."

They both got into position while Majima took his shirt off, trying to ignore the looks his tattoos got him. Man, sometimes he regrets getting this thing. Seriously, the kids knew he was a villain, that's fine, but he had kind of wanted to keep the yakuza thing a secret. Whatever. "You ready, bo-" Bakugo punched him in the face before he could finish. This bitch.

Majima reeled back, but managed to grab the blonde's arm, using this leverage to go in for his own punch, nailing Bakugo in the stomach. He took a step back, shaking his head to try and regain his focus. But what do you know, Bakugo doesn't know the meaning of the words "Wait a sec", and immediately charged back in, throwing a right hook at his head. He blocked with his arm, and again grabbed the boys arm, pulling him in to knee his groin. The blonde dropped like a rock, a look of hate at his teacher while Majima laughed his fucking ass off. All of this happened in a span of 2 minutes, meaning that the other four students had watched the whole thing.

They looked at him with wide eyes as Bakugo charged at him with his hands crackling. Oh, he's pissed, this should be fun. He should use his old bag of tricks for this, shouldn't he? Alright, yeah, let's use the desync trick. Majima didn't snap his fingers, but his body was cloaked in a blinding white light. "Time Desync: Factor of 5!" The others couldn't figure out what happened, but Bakugo was suddenly flying back and landing on the ground, knocked out cold.

He turned to look at his other students, "So, what have we learned about fighting today, class?"

"We're not supposed to use our quirks, Majima-sensei! That's cheating, and it's super unmanly!" Kirishima, seemed to be… Much more upset about this than Majima thought he'd be. Guess he should explain himself.

"Remember Kirishima, scumbag tactics are the only way to win. If you are not willing to become a huge cheater, just to win a fight, then you don't deserve to win that fight." Every. SIngle. Student. They were all looking at him like he was crazy. "What?"

"Majima-sensei, that really doesn't sound very heroic." Asui said, finger on her chin as she thought it over.

"Heroic? Who the hell said anything about heroics? Last I checked, I'm still a villain!" To send his point home, he punched Kirishima in the face when he knew the boy wasn't ready, knocking him to the ground. "Hell, I'm the best kind of villain! Evil, not out of conviction, not for survival, not for gain or revenge. I am evil, as a choice! Evil for evil's sake!"

"What the hell's the difference between that kind of evil and the others? You said that there were only the 3 kinds, but now you're changin' it?" Oh man, Kirishima sounded a bit worked up. He probably should have punched Midoriya instead of him.

"The difference is that there is an equal chance that I'll kill someone out of boredom as there is the chance of the stealing a pack of gum. I commit evil not because I want to commit evil, but because there is evil to commit." Oh wait, shit, there's a lesson to be taught here, wasn't there? "Besides, you need to get this notion of 'manly fighting' out of your head, kid, before someone pays the price."

"What do you mean, sir?"

"Midoriya, Asui, start with some sparring. Uraraka, take Bakugo to the nurse. I'm a bit rusty with desync, and I can't remember how much damage he was suppose to take. Better safe than sorry, yeah?" He then grabbed Kirishima by the shoulder and led him a bit away for some privacy.

"Let me ask ya something, kid. There's a villain standing between you and a group of hostages, what do you do?"

"I defeat the vi-"

"Wrong." Judging the confused look on the redhead's face, he can guess that this lesson is tad bit overdue, "You prioritize the safety and rescue of the hostages, work to isolate the villain in an empty environment. You've been assigned to work with a team of six, fighting a group of three, how do you decide which opponent to fight?"

"I fight the strongest o-"

"Wrong. Kid, you call yourself the Red Riot. You want to honour the legacy of the Crimson Riot, then put aside the chivalrous shit for when the job is done."

"But what about fairness? Honour in fighting your opponents? That's everything that Crimson Riot stood for!"

"And what if someone gets killed, because you wanted to fight fair? Huh? How are you going to explain that to a father that he lost his daughter to a villain attack, because you didn't do everything in your power to get the job done. Huh?! What will you do, Kirishima?!" Majima is getting a bit worked up, old memories he didn't want to be reminded of, but this kid needs to learn this lesson. Like Midoriya and that giant robot all those months ago.

"I'll fight harder! I'll get stronger! I- I'll-"

"Look, kid," Majima put his hands on Kirishima's shoulders, looking him in the eyes. He saw a lot of self doubt, and a whole slew of confusion, but he's just trying to help. "Some people say that not everything can be solved with your fists, but you'd be surprised how many people will give up after a quick kick to the dick. Or grabbing a fistfull of hair, or a thumb in the eye, or a sneak attack, ambush, all matter of dirty tricks. So long as you can end your opponent, you do it. By any means necessary. You got it?"

"…"

"Hey! I said, you got it? Or am I going to have to demonstrate to you just how effective these tricks are?"

That got him, now he was starting to look a bit scared. "Yes, sensei!"

"Alright, now back to work with the others." Majima watched Kirishima run over to the others, putting a hand on his lower back. Damn, desync really did a number on his back. He'll have to start up his own training again, won't he?

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Parts of this chapter seemed rushed, I know. I was having a ton of trouble with this one, and I needed to get something out. Next chapter is where we start affecting the canon a bit, and I have a lot of really good stuff planned. As an aside, we finally have fan art. Go check it out on my tumblr, zendozebra, or just click the link in my profile. I also give updates on why I'm not uploading, so while you're there, give me a follow, better to gauge how many of you ungrateful fucks there really are.