The Tick vs... MY HERO ACADEMIA! Issue 85
"Are you prepared for the kind of death you've earned, Little Man?" The man's clothing was burnt and it was ripped. The man himself was non-descript. But he wore the mask of a Creature Rejection Clan member. The type that rejected the quirks of society that made some people not look quite normal.
The League of Villains raid on their big gathering... a lot of rich assholes all in one place, ready to be ripped off. That was the plan, at least... in execution? It wasn't going so good. Rich people did have money and valuables and non-liquid assets. More then that, because rich people had such nice things they could hire people that were capable of protecting nice things.
Tomura Shigaraki, as he laid on the floor, flat on his back... pain in his arms and legs and especially where that gorilla of a man struck him in his chest, he wondered many things. Just where did his life turn out to go so very very very wrong? True, the League of Villains got it's nose popped several times by children, but they were heroes in training! The best of the best for the new hope of Japan or some other tripe.
No, what he was really thinking about was... who's bright idea was this? Who had the brilliant inspiration to do a head on assault!?
EARLIER
"So here's what I'm thinking..." Tomura said, as he looked over to his gathered allies around the table that had the plans and map of the CRC compound they were going to raid. "We hit them hard, we hit them fast. Head on assault is the best way to do it!"
"Is that really the wisest decision? The only nomu we have left are the ones that were kept at another facility that was unaffected during the hideout raid and even then, we have less then a dozen. More to the point, we have no way to make more." Kurogiri was ever the pessimist.
"We have Chairface's heavy, don't we?" Was Tomura's flat reply, as he motioned over to the Wingnut Stranger, Dean, sitting in a corner has he played some board game with Himiko and Charlie. Despite Dean's... lack of intelligence, the monster was probably the strongest member of the League of Villains.
After much debating, however, it was decided that they didn't need to bring such heavy firepower to just rob a bunch of bigoted, rich assholes.
A swift kick to the ribs brought Tomura Shigaraki back to reality, as he realize that it was his bright idea to do this.
Because of course it was. He spat out a globule of blood from his mouth and looked at his assailant, the would be defender of... whatever nouveau riche owned this house.
"You know what I'm going to do, you scum sucking son of a bitch?" The... head of security, Tomura assumed, kept talking. "I'm find a nice quiet place to hang you and me and my boys are going to take turns teachin' you some manners! What do you gotta say to that!?"
Tomura looked at the man, and smiled, his teeth stained by blood. "I think you should've done better research on who I am..." And with that said, he reached out and grasped the man right by his ankle and let his quirk do the rest!
And he took his time.
He finally managed to join up with the rest and came across Chairface, who of course asked to come on such an endeavor. It was strange, how calm and collected the American super criminal could be, but when he walked in and saw his handiwork... Chairface was perched on a table, one leg crossed over the other as she used a silken handkerchief to wipe the blood off his saber.
There was blood on his pants... there was blood on his shirt and waistcoats... and there was so much blood on the walls, as the man was surrounded by several... Tomura assumed they were corpses, but that only made sense. Looked like it wasn't just Tomura Shigaraki that was getting some... well needed catharsis, but right now the user of the Decay Quirk was getting his from the Security personnell, not the CRC members proper.
"Tomura, you seem to be doing fine. I was about to send Dean to rescue you, but that seems unnecessary." He shrugged, flicked the last few droplets off his blade and grabbed a bottle resting beside him. "I have to say, these must be the greatest gaggle of bigots on the planet, but they are loaded!"
He proceded to saber the bottle of champagne open, with a loud pop and he drank deeply of the pink bubbles before offering Tomura the bottle. "Drink up, boy! In victory, you deserve it!"
Tomura himself thought about it, then took the bottle and drank as well. It was sweet, almost as sweet as this victory!
In the end... the Creature Rejection Clan... or at the very least, this Japanese branch, was quite devastated. Rooms were stripped bare of anything that was of any value. Not even the silverware was spared! It was a great victory for the League of Villains. And as they left via Kurogiri's portal... Tomura could only think what they would have to do next. The country will know, in only a few days that they were still around.
And with a much needed injection in their coffers... the sky was the limit!
Across the country, at UA... there was quite a commotion at the dorm building used by Class 1-A.
Currrently? The issue was that while they were going to do a Maid's Cafe and a Host Club, there was a distinct lack in cooperation from all parties. Specifically...
"... do you really expect us to wear a skirt that short, you little gremlin!?" While Kyoka Jirou thought the whole idea of getting some of the boys to dress up as maids... to actually see the maid uniform was something else. Said little gremlin looked aghast and shrugged.
"It's not that bad, is it? You could always wear shorts under it!" As the earjacks creeped up on him, Minoru Mineta thought his words carefully. "Fine, fine, fine." He grumbled just the same, grabbed the design paper and a red pen and a few seconds later...
"Better?" Minoru asked Kyoka, who gave it a once over.
"Much!" Kyoka nodded and took the sketch, the only thing to do at this point was to show off to the rest of the girls and get everyone's measurements.
As soon as she was gone...
"I can not believe that worked, dude..." Denki was sitting behind the couch that was Minoru was.
"Of course it was going to work. It's called over selling. You present something well beyond what you actually want, they reject it, and then when you give them what you actually want, it looks down right reasonable." He gave a chuckle to himself. This was all coming up grapes! Jackpot!
Who knew that a clever bit of reversal would actually work? And even better, they were going to get the girls in skirts that were 4 to 6 inches above their knees. And since Kyoka was sold on the idea so well, she was bound to convince the other girls to go along with it and since she was Kyoka, they wouldn't have any doubts in Minoru's intentions!
It felt great to win!
"... so if we're gonna put the girls in sexy maid costumes... doesn't that mean that Kirishima, Aoyama, Todoroki, and Midoriya would have to wear them, too?" Denki finally asked, as he flipped himself onto the couch. That was enough to wake him from his revelry. The plan... the plan to get everything he desired! He clapped Denki on the shoulder.
"Oh, Kaminari... my man, my bro, my dude! Did you not thing I had this thought out? Of course I did! Our special... horned maids, as it were, will be given specialty uniforms suited to their... feminine charms!" He crossed his hands behind his head. Life, as they said, was getting better!
Not only was he getting everything that he wanted, the girls were stumbling over themselves to let him have it! Were some of those girls that thirsty to see those guys in skirts? Didn't matter!
"Oh, that's good... because I was talking with Kyoka..." Oh, great, Denki Kaminari was once again gonna humble brag how he managed to somehow convince 1-A's resident punk rocker that maybe, perhaps, he wasn't such a complete waste of time and that maybe, just maybe if she gave him a chance and they went on a date and she actually enjoyed it enough that they went on two more!
"I'm sure whatever you and your 'girlfriend' were talking about is fascinating." Minoru just waved it off, but managed to do that sarcastic airquotes... because in all honesty, they were barely going steady.
"Well, she wants to know if she could be in the Host Club..."
That... that had potential. Yes... yes... but it did throw the Maids to Hosts out of whack, but... Minoru Mineta let out a chortle.
Yes, yes! He could work with this! All will know his Genius after this Cultural festival and bow down to his superior taste!