Akatani feels on the wall then moves back from it. He tilts his head then presses a certain spot, the Bakugou clone's eyes sparkling as the wall opens up. Akatani licks his upper lip before walk in, his minion trailing behind. They walk until he gets to a door, murmurs coming through the wood. The shorter lifts his hand then uses a quirk that morphs it into an ear, gently pressing it against the door. He can hear the words clearly now.

"You must really hate this kid," Dabi muses, Shigaraki growling.

"Again, if I had things my way, Akatani would be dead. He's an airhead! He only thinks about himself and his own goals! That Bakugou clone of his was actually an accident. I was there when it happened, he only wanted to test out a molding quirk and was trying to make himself. He would've gotten rid of the clone if it wasn't for master stopping him."

"All Akatani probably needs is someone he can talk to about everything," Kurogiri states, "he views his Bakugou clone as a minion."

"I could do that," a female's voice muses, "he's my type anyway."

"Looking to get a quick fuck," Dabi asks her.

"No," there's silence, "maybe."

Shigaraki, "Trust me when I say you don't want to get fucked by that kid. His attitude will make you hate him way before first base."

Dabi, "Were you interested in him?"

"I need my men taller than me and my girls shorter," Shigaraki states, "besides, relationships are a waste of time."

Akatani could feel his blood boiling. They were talking about him, they were talking as if they knew who he was. What he went through.

They talked about him like he had no feelings for his minion. At first, he didn't, but now he does. Mutual friends...well, acquaintances.

"What did you hear?"

"Nothing," Akatani spat before storming off, the ear returning to a hand. Bakugou waits before entering the room, "You knew he was going to find this room, and yet, you still decide to talk about him?"

"He needed to hear it," Shigaraki spat, crossing his arms. Bakugou slowly blinks, "Toga. You were joking about sleeping with Yamikumo, weren't you?"

"Yeah," she grins, "wouldn't want to be on your bad side!"

"Anyway," Kurogiri claps his hands, "meeting adjourned. We'll get back here later."

"Even though he knows we're in here," Dabi huffs, the room soon emptying.

Akatani growls as his arm turning into a blade thrusting it into a pillow. He's currently in his room, taking his anger out on every pillow in the area.

"Who," stab, "the fuck," stab, "do they think they are," he shouts as he rips the pillow in half, panting violently as the cotton flies everywhere. This wasn't enough. He wanted blood.

Akatani hurries out his room then out the house, Bakugou blinking. His eyes widen, "Shit!"

Midoriya hums as he walks from Yagi's house, the streets empty. It isn't unusual that the streets were empty, people don't like to travel in the middle of the week. A few did, but they were rarely seen moving.

"One for All!"

Midoriya leaps forwards before he got attacked, spinning around.

"Yamikumo."

"I'm really pissed off right now and you look like someone good at relieving stress," he grins wickedly, "do you mind being my punching bag?"

"I do mind," Midoriya states blinking when walls rise around him.

"Don't run away! That'll only piss me off more," Akatani spat before charging at him, Midoriya activating One for All. Before either could attack, Yamikumo staggers. As he falls forward, Midoriya's eyes widen.

"You!"

"Hello again," the Bakugou clone grins, "nice to see you One for All!"

Midoriya grunts, "What are you doing?"

"Taking Yamikumo home," Bakugou picks his creator up, bridal style.

Midoriya, "Why? You're not going to fight me?"

"Akatani's heard some unpleasant things today. He's angry...he was actually going to kill you."

Midoriya opens his mouth to speak, but the taller blasts through the wall. He looks over his shoulder, "And now you owe me two times. Midoriya Izuku."

"How the hell-! Hey!"

He's gone, the shorter still confused. When did the clone learn his name? What unpleasant things did Akatani hear?

Shuuzenji smiles softly, "See you later, grandma."

"Take care and forget to clean your medical equipment," she muses, her grandson closing the front door. He gasps after turning around, "Who the fuck are you?!"

"An old friend of yours, you probably don't recognize me though."

The shorter looks the taller up and down, "No."

"Does the name Todoroki Touya ring a bell?"

The shorter tilts his head, "Todoroki does...oh shit, I do know you! Touya-!"

"Shut up," Dabi spat as he covers the shorter's mouth, "I need you to make a dead guy look like me."

"What?"

Shuuzenji's eyes widen when he notices the body on Dabi's shoulder, "The fuck did you do, Touya?"

"This person was already dead when I found him, now move your ass. We shouldn't discuss this in front of your grandmother's house."

The shorter pushes his lips together then leads the taller to his house.

Shuuzenji clips his hair out his face then put gloves on, pulling out the red hair dye. Dabi stands in the bathroom doorway and watches the shorter, "I heard from your brother that they found your body. He had me look over it and it wasn't yours. Why're you trying to fake your own death?"

"Why not? I practically disappeared from existence. The only thing that matters to me is the death of the old man."

The shorter sighs then turn the shower on, washing out the dye before turning it back off. He takes the gloves off then grabs the hairspray, "What do you hope to gain from me?"

"Your quirk specializes with this shit. You can turn this body into me."

"I can't do a DNA transplant, dumbass."

"I know," he looks up, "that why I picked this person. His build and looks are similar to mine."

"You planned this well," Shuuzenji sighs as he finished styling, "come here."

Dabi walks towards the shorter then squats next to him, Shuuzenji grabbing his arm.

"God, this is going to drain the fuck out of me," he groans before closing his eyes. Dabi blinks as his fingertips tingle, the shorter's hair growing in length as small particles go from the taller's fingers to the dead body.

"And you said you can't do a DNA transplant."

"I can't," Shuuzenji says weakly, "I'm trying to give him some of your blood. He's drained."

"Toga," Dabi mumbles, the shorter not hearing him. The healer slowly opens his eyes then shakily lifts his hand, licking his palm then touching Dabi's fingers. This was his last movement before passing out, the taller holding him by his shoulders before his head hit the side of the tub. He picks him up bridal style then walks to the shorter's bed, slowly laying him down. He then turns back to the bathroom, tossing the dead body over his shoulder then leaving the house. He'll thank Shuuzenji if he remembers.