The first time Shigaraki Tomura asked his question, the pair of students froze in surprise. Eyes widened and left speechless.
Tomura hadn't expected a positive response right away. That was fine enough. They had the pair restrained well enough and all his new members of the League were on standby, either watching the students to make sure neither one did anything stupid or moving into the backroom to get some sleep.
Tomura, and most of the other villains it seemed, liked to sleep during the day and go about their usual business of doing whatever the fuck they wanted at night. Though, his sleep pattern didn't exist. He slept when he wanted to sleep and didn't when he had other things to do. He was a busy guy, after all.
So as the night matured, Tomura found himself lazily watching the blonde-haired boy that would make the most agonizingly delicious victory over the heroes.
"I'll ask you again, aspiring hero, Bakugou Katsuki…" Tomura watched the children, slightly annoyed by their stubborn attitude and slightly amused by it at the same time. "Will you join me?"
"If you're gonna talk in your sleep, then go pass out and die." The explosive boy glared.
Tomura smiled from behind the comforting hand of his father. That fierce attitude was perfect. Rough, violent and clearly didn't give a damn about other people.
How did this kid wind up wanting to be a hero? It was obviously the wrong path for the boy. Bakugou Katsuki was born perfectly equipped to be a fantastic villain. And Tomura wanted that power beneath him.
The decay villain glanced away from the fiery glare to the girl tied to the chair and sat on the wooden floor. Niwa was an unexpected variable, but one that played into their favor. Not only did they have two of U.A's students, but if Tomura could just show Bakugou that he belonged with them… The girl would follow. She had followed the boy this far.
If she didn't wish to, fine. Tomura would make Bakugou kill her, an initiation of sorts could be very fun.
Himiko Toga bounced around from behind the counter to crouch in front of the magenta-haired straggler.
Shigaraki watched in cautious interest. Toga was nuts, even in this group, she was probably one of the most mentally damaged people here. At first, it had annoyed him, to the point where he had immediately tried to kill her. Immediately. Then after a while, it became strangely endearing to see his comrade's oddities.
Of course, he was no Villager A himself. All of his comrades were patrons in the onsen of insanity. Soaking up chaos and pleasure as if it was their one love in life.
"I'm Toga." Said the blonde ball of crazy, crouching down and staring at Niwa. "You're pretty cute when you glare." From the skin-splitting grin across the villain's mouth and shiny white teeth on full display, Tomura guessed that Toga had found another person to obsess over.
The odd fixations the insane girl developed revolved around two things. Things she found adorable and things that were injured beyond normal.
The other girl in the room, the one in chains and restraints, simply blinked up at Toga and scanned his comrade head to crouching toe.
"Cute?" Niwa responded, tone full of hinting curiosity.
"That's right, Ochako and Tsuyu are also cute. I'm so glad we all got to meet each other! Hey, if I cut you up a little, I'd bet you could become even more beautiful!"
"Oi, lunatic." Dabi called from his emo spot, leaning against the darkest part of the wall. "Don't get carried away just yet."
Toga glared over at Dabi then pouted, "Fiiiiinnnne…" She sang.
Toga turned back to Niwa who watched the blonde girl curiously. Toga rocked side to side for a short while before finally, "Can you tell me more about Midoriya?" Toga asked.
Niwa blinked in surprise and even Bakugou seemed taken aback. Niwa tilted her head in confusion and Toga mirrored her perfectly. "Why do you want to know?" The magenta-haired girl asked.
"He's the boy I'm interested in!" She squealed with her hands covering bright red cheeks.
"You're fucking kidding me…" Bakugou grumbled.
Rapidly triggering the insanity-fueled rage from one very deadly and vicious girl, Bakugou would have had to deal with a knife somewhere in his body by now. But lucky for the explosion user, Tomura had specifically told his underlings that they're were not to kill or fatally wound their target.
Despite his earlier warnings, Toga looked ready to say fuck it and just shove her knife somewhere.
"I understand," Niwa replied, glancing up to the side where Toga looked ready to murder.
The change in his comrade was instantaneous once again as she went back to a fluffy, sparkling, stupid little girl. "I knew you would, I could smell it on you! We have the same smell, there's someone you like, right? Ochako was the same too, I've been dying to ask." Toga grinned a somewhat vicious smile with an overly excited face.
Even this kid managed to creep the heck out of him. Though, once again, it was strangely charming.
"What do you want to know first?" Niwa replied, eyes watching Toga with an odd shimmer that Tomura almost thought was similar to Toga's. He chalked it up to the pair being some of the strangest girls in Japan.
"Tell me about the guy you like first! Then tell me about Midoriya! Oh, it's been so long since I've been able to have real girl talk. It's just not the same even if you dress a guy up with make-up and heels…"
"The guy I like?" Niwa blinked up at the girl and smiled, choosing to ignore the other comment from Toga, "He's sometimes an idiot who doesn't know how to speak to girls without making them want to stab him with a knife." The pink-haired girl grinned mischievously.
"Bitch, this ain't the fucking time." Bakugou growled.
"Hey! Don't talk to my friend like-!" Toga paused in her bloodlust driven fury and covered her mouth with the cream cotton of her jumper and eyes brightly sparkling, "Ohhhhhhhhheheheheh~!"
"I guess I'll forgive you since my new friend likes you." Toga hummed and returned to Niwa.
The pink-haired girl glared up over her shoulder, "Sit there, shut up, and don't interrupt girl time."
Tomura didn't know what to expect from this extremely unexpected turn of events.
Niwa was a girl who had so far completely broken from the mold he had expected of a female student in Class 1-A. He had seen her match against Bakugou Katsuki, so he knew the girl was a powerful close-range fighter. But she had given up on the match and walked out of the arena covered in wounds and pathetically giving up the win. After that, he had lost interest in most of the Class, herself included.
Only three students kept his attention. Bakugou was one he wanted to join him. Midoriya was one Tomura wanted to kill and the third… they were disappointing but Master had said they were useful, so Tomura kept his eye on them too.
But now, the peculiarities of this one student he had already decided as worthless had caused him to regain his interest.
Tomura had been so lost in his thoughts, he had managed to become deaf to the entire process the girls had taken to describe Bakugou as a person Niwa liked. It was ridiculous, but also nice to see Toga so intently devoted.
"Then, can you tell me about Midoriya?" Toga asked.
Tomura was sure, if this girl was smart then they would get no information. Though, the pink-haired girl would need to carefully word her way around invoking Toga's annoyance and feelings of betrayal.
"Midoriya's kinda annoying sometimes, he mumbles useless shit and overthinks all the time. Though, I guess you could find that cute." Niwa spoke with a thoughtful tone and Tomura watched in surprise from the corner of his eye. "But… Probably the most impressive thing about Midoriya is his drive, or maybe its determination? Either way, that and his stupidly high tolerance for pain. Seriously."
Toga squealed, "What was with him the other night!? He looked so good, I could've eaten him right there."
"That's your thing?" Niwa asked with a curious grin, "Wow, you some kinda sadist or something?"
"I just love blood. Bloodied and beaten people are my absolute fav!" Toga shivered with a perverted grin, "I wanna be just like my favorite people, I want their blood, I want to become them!"
"Niwa~" Toga moaned and turned her perverted expression back to the pink-haired girl, "I wanna be you, too. Can I stick you as well and suck it all out? Can I have your bright red juice and become just like you? I want to… I really, really, want to…"
"Himiko, that's not fair." Niwa pouted, "You want my blood to become me but I can't become you. That's not fair…"
Like a switch had been flipped, Toga's personality flipped from borderline erotic to considerate. These girls, were two of the strangest girls Tomura had ever met in his life. Why the hell were they clicking so well? Cause they both had a guy they liked? Yeah, right, as if. They were both completely nuts. That was the only plausible explanation. Niwa was perhaps better at hiding the mental than Toga was.
Why was he even thinking about useless things like this?
With an annoyed frown, Tomura grabbed the remote from the bar top and pressed the power button. He languidly surfed through the channels while keeping half an ear on the girl's meaningless conversation behind him.
"You want to be me?" Toga mumbled in surprise.
"If you're becoming me because you're my friend, then why can I not do the same… But I can't, so it's unfair." Niwa huffed like a child and Toga whined like a brat in time out. "No, its really unfair, Himiko. If you weren't bat-shit crazy then I'd probably have a crush on you too."
Tomura frowned deeper with sudden suspicion. Either this Niwa was the most outrageously, emotionally flexible, and adaptable person he had ever come across… Ridiculously stupid… Or she was dangerously manipulative. The fact that he, someone who got by with lying and manipulating, couldn't recognize what type of person this chick was… To put it simply, he was mildly bemused.
He flicked back a channel the moment he saw the big headlines and three familiar figures bowing on the screen to his tv.
Liquidized pleasure ran through his veins at the sight.
Beg.
His eyes fixated on the black-haired teacher of kidnapped students.
Beg, beg me to spare them. Beg for your pathetic society. Ahhh, you can beg all you want, but it's too late. Too late. The foundations have already been shaken. The unrest settles in the air and you can breathe it in. Infecting the minds of the weak, shake up the fundamentals. Destroy every essence and shatter the heroes image.
It starts here.
Feel the instability in the air.