This story begins at the end of the Overhaul arc following the last confrontation had with the League of Villains and a tied down Chisaki. As a further WARNING! This fic will have non-consensual corporal discipline (AKA spanking) within it. If this offends you in any way, please click the back button now! Otherwise, enjoy the ride of taking on the MHA world's villains with a bit of tough love. (A Christmas gift from my lovely hubby! I've already been feeding him plot points for chapters to come! :P I'm a lucky gal!)
Chapter 1: Turnabout
The smell of the city was heavier here, more pungent as they made their way downtown, the damp air carrying scents of local eateries crammed close together. Tomura Shigaraki and the band of people that he had labeled the 'League of Villains' now walked down the narrow streets of the Kamino ward of Yokohama City, Japan. They had ditched their transport, as it was now a vehicle involved with the homicide of a 'hero'.
His grip on the severed hand in his pocket tightened as Tomura thought on the irony of such labels. 'League of Villains' was a ridiculous name; he had chosen it specifically to spit in the face of the so-called 'heroes' of the world, though. He wanted them to know exactly where he stood. Another irony was that they hadn't intended to kill that hero.
The entire reason that they had ambushed that police escort had been to teach the gang lord Kai Chisaki a valuable lesson in whom not to fuck with. The hero had been killed for getting in the way, pure and simple. Tomura was happy for that, though... the less of those people there were, the better off the world was, right?
He scratched at his neck. Whenever he thought too much on what he actually wanted in life, when he strayed from simpler desires, his head would throb and he felt unhappy... and he itched, terribly. He squeezed father's hand again and took a deep breath, letting his mind flow to what he wanted next. Now that he had taken Chisaki's prized formula, he wanted to see if Twice could use his quirk to duplicate it.
The dark-haired man whom had introduced himself to the League as 'Dabi' and was currently walking next to Tomura turned to address the gray-haired youth, "So did we do all of that for that one case of samples, or did you just want to cut off the man's hands so that he could never use his quirk again?"
Tomura smiled darkly, "Does it have to be one or the other? I find doing both suits me just fine. After all, that bastard murdered one of us."
Dabi shrugged, "Magne is dead, I doubt their corpse cares much, and I'm not really out here looking for vengeance against street hoods on account of a person I never knew that well to begin with. You also don't seem like the sort to put much value on human life... I'm pretty sure you wanted to send a message there."
Laughing, Tomura gestured with one hand, "Well, letting every other punk with a powerful quirk out there know that we don't forgive could be useful going forward. Of course, if we can mass produce this serum Chisaki made, the entire game can change for us... can you imagine a world full of bullets that remove quirks permanently?"
Lost in thought for a moment, Dabi nodded, "We could remove all of them. The heroes."
His grin widening into a shark-like countenance, Tomura agreed, "Yes. The current number one hero, Endeavor, and anyone else that might try to take the place of what All-Might stood for."
The small group made their way along the smoky streets heavy with morning mist, walking quickly in an effort to get where they were going before the street came alive with people. Rounding a corner, they dipped into an abandoned bar, Twice acting as paranoid lookout as the others funneled inside. Himiko Toga frowned as the young girl walked in, shaking her blond ponytails.
"Why in the world are we holed up in another bar in the same district that we were hiding in last time? Isn't that gonna end up getting us caught... again?"
Tomura waved off the issue, unconcerned, "We are being more careful, both in our movements and keeping ourselves disguised. The police will be fairly certain that we aren't here, since they already searched this district for us before, and it's a busy place, full of businesses and people, making it easy for us to blend in."
"Besides," he elaborated as he sat down at the derelict bar, "This place has atmosphere, like our old bar, and we don't intend to stay long, just long enough for Twice to make as many copies of that drug we took from Chisaki as he can. Once we have that, we can sell the drug and buy ourselves a better place somewhere else."
The room became quiet then, as the man they had been calling 'Twice', Jin Bubaigawara, sat on a crate in the center of the main floor, focusing intently on the small vial that Tomura had given him. Using a fine ruler Jin carefully measured every dimension of the container, but his expression fell when he asked about the properties of the liquid inside.
No one knew anything at all about what the drug was comprised of, not even on a basic level. Jin sagged in defeat, "We probably should have taken Chisaki, so he could tell me the ingredients... without those, I can't use my quirk to replicate this, not even once!"
"Maybe one of his lackeys had the formula?" Dabi said, shrugging and looking to the others for further ideas.
Tomura shook his head as he scratched at his neck, "No... his little band has been dispersed to the four winds, and even if we located one of his little cronies, I sincerely doubt that a man like Kai Chisaki would have entrusted his recipe to them. We'd need to question Chisaki himself."
Toga frowned, "Aww... he's definitely in Tartarus or max security prison by now... that would be really tricky to get into."
Shaking his head Tomura sighed, "Too much risk, especially since I can't be certain he would talk anyways; taking everything from him has likely given him very little reason to live, so I sincerely doubt we could scare him into revealing the formula now."
Atsuhiro Sako, known by his villain name of 'Mr. Compress', gestured at Tomura, "I could shrink him down if we simply infiltrate the place, then we could carry him to a more suitable location for culling answers from him, erm, Toga's way..."
The small girl was smiling wickedly, but again Tomura refuted the plan, "Still no guarantee that he'll fess up, and if he's in Tartarus, we would be attempting something very dangerous with no sure bet on the payout. I think we're just going to have to put a hold on mass distribution for now, at least until we can get a real chemist on board."
One by one the others nodded their assent, and the room became quiet for a moment until at length Tomura spoke again, "Alright we've been here long enough... Toga was right earlier; I think this district has seen enough of us. We'll scout around and find a better location, maybe an abandoned warehouse down by the docks or something."
As one the group rose and headed for the exit, Jin scouting around before waving to the others to let them know that the way was clear of obvious threats. As they made their way down the awakening city street, a man wearing glasses and a business suit suddenly rushed into Tomura while talking on his cell phone.
Tomura hissed at the pedestrian as he tightened his grip on the severed hand that he held in the pocket of his hooded sweater and fighting the urge to grab the man with his other hand, an act that would certainly reduce the startled workman to dust. Murdering the man might make him feel better in the short turn, but with no current means of transportation, causing a commotion and drawing attention to his group would be a mistake.
"Watch where you're going!" Dabi spat, giving the startled man a kick to his backside.
The business man yelped and bowed quickly, apologizing, "Beg your pardon! Sorry!" He shuffled off quickly, Toga laughing at the way he looked back over his shoulder fearfully as he retreated.
Sako mused, "People are entirely too caught up in their phones these days; I am surprised that he managed to live through such an unfortunate lack of awareness. You are really doing your best to lead us responsibly, Mr. Shigaraki."
Tomura shrugged, continuing his advance towards the port district as the others fell in line behind him, "We need to get another vehicle; I don't want to be on foot if we end up needing to move quickly."
After securing a ride by stealing an unlocked minivan from a local garage, the six of them drove around the city for a while comparing notes on what might be the best location for a new hideout. After agreeing on an abandoned building that fit their purposes, they ditched the stolen van a few blocks away and walked back towards their new lair.
It all happened so fast that Tomura could barely digest it. One moment they were walking along, having a heated disagreement over Stain's philosophy and how it impacted society, and the next Tomura was bowling over as he grabbed his own neck, a sharp sting having suddenly blossomed there. He pulled his hand away from his neck, his surprised eyes taking in the blood that marred his palm.
The others reacted quickly at the sight of the injury, Dabi, Shuichi and Toga scanning the nearby buildings for threats as Jin and Sako took hold of Tomura by each arm and hauled the stunned man into the recess created by an apartment entrance. It was approaching twilight and there were few people in the streets, none of which seemed to be wielding a weapon or paying their band any heed.
As Shuichi continued to watch the streets, Dabi and Toga looked up, quickly assuming that the danger had come from one of the many buildings that flanked them, most likely from a window since Tomura had clearly been shot, but neither of them caught sight of a gunman. Dabi gestured down the street, "Get to the safehouse; they probably dropped down for cover, and we're sitting ducks out here!"
Tomura shrugged off the others and sprinted, Jin and Sako following on his heels. A moment later Toga and Shuichi joined in their escape, Dabi waiting until they had made some distance before dispelling the blue flames that he had held in his fists, ready to lob them at any threat that might have presented itself, and ran after them at top speed.
They kept up the pace until they made it to the newly appointed base, rushing inside before collapsing in varied poses of exhaustion. Dabi arrived last, looking around thoroughly to see if they had been followed before rushing into the building.
Once inside, Jin carefully looked at the back of Tomura's neck, where he had been shot. The scarred blonde man frowned as he shook his head, "There's some blood, and a tiny wound... you were shot with a dart?"
Tomura's eyes had already started to widen with realization even before Sako lifted the bright red casing. Between the hood and mask he was wearing, the magician's face was unreadable, but there was an air to his movements in revealing the item that was definitively sad, reinforced by his tone as he spoke, "I found this as we escaped..."
"No..." Panicking, Tomura reached out and grabbed the capsule, staring at it as it continued to exist. He had all five fingers locked solidly around the empty casing and it failed to disintegrate.
Toga gasped, "No way! But... didn't we take the case of samples that Yakuza guy had?!"
On intuition Tomura stuck his hand into the pocket he was carrying the samples in, but instead of a small box he pulled out a note. His hand shook with shocked bewilderment as he opened the handwritten note. Jin read it, peering over his shoulder, "You think you know what power is. You do not, nor are you the only one whom can take it away."
Dabi swore irritably as Sako shook his head sadly, "It all comes into perspective now... that man whom ran into you when we were leaving the other hideout. He must have been following us, watching us..."
Jin pulled at his hair, "He must have seen who had the samples, and palmed them, then he..."
Tomura threw the empty container across the room, snarling in anger, "I know what happened next! Well... it doesn't matter; if that fool thinks this will stop us, he has another thing coming to him. We'll break into Tartarus or wherever he is and end this!"
He had never been so angry. He didn't know why. What he had lost today had been more of a curse than a blessing, hadn't it? Where did that thought even come from? How did he really feel about this? His head ached as he felt memories threaten him as they always did, promising to reveal both how he had felt in the past and... and that...
That thing that he knew he shouldn't remember. His breathing was ragged and his eyes shook with manic rage. He needed to fix this.
Dabi waved a hand at him, shaking his head, "So you're depowered forever, right? I guess this plan backfired catastrophically... how is throwing ourselves against a maximum-security prison going to help now? Didn't you just say that going there was too risky? And that was when we were considering it because it could yield something useful, not just to mend your wounded fucking ego."
Shigaraki seethed, hissing through his teeth as he clenched his fists and faced Dabi, "What was that? I knew I should have vaporized you the first time I laid eyes on such an ill-mannered brat!"
Toga frowned and Jin tried to smooth things over, "C'mon, I'm sure we can work around this; everyone's tempers have flared due to the circumstances, but I'm certain that with a little..."
Dabi shook his head and knifed a hand through the air, "No... I knew from the first time we met that you were only out to do whatever makes you happy, Shigaraki, and this last stunt only convinces me of that; you're just another selfish bastard, and I'm uninterested in following you into your failed war."
With that the dark-haired youth turned his back on Tomura and headed for the exit, a tense silence filling the room with his abandonment of it. Shuichi Iguchi, a reptilian-looking man whom was known by his call-sign of 'Spinner', had been watching the exchange quietly, but now also took action, following Dabi.
Ducking his green-scaled head, Shuichi apologized as he exited, "Sorry... but I wasn't feeling too good about attacking that police caravan as it was... I only joined this outfit to push Stain's agenda, and the League just isn't it."
Tomura stared, feeling like the world he'd been building was unraveling as Toga also skipped after the others, the young girl smiling at him as she waved goodbye, "No hard feelings, Tomura-kun! I want to see what Dabi does from here, though, since he still has his powers and all, and I came with those two, so we have to stick together, y'know?"
Giving Shigaraki a nervous smile Jin followed Toga, "Yeah... uh, no hard feelings?"
Sako sighed as the number of the League dwindled to two, the performer turning to face Tomura and bowing politely, "Well, this was unanticipated. As much as I would like to continue working with you Mr. Shigaraki, I'm afraid that with no other members and your sudden loss of power our operations are now doomed to a most likely failure."
The gray-haired youth only watched him, frowning, as Sako made his leave, "The curtain has closed for the League of Villains, but if you come across another venture, please feel free to contact me."
And then he was alone. Tomura stood in an abandoned building with a sudden lack of allies to go along with the startling loss of the unique quirk that had thus far shaped his life. With a shaking hand he pulled his hood up and also walked out, his feet numbly carrying him along the street with no destination in mind.
Where to from here? Was there even anywhere he could go to? His mentor, 'All-for-One', whom had bequeathed him the name Shigaraki, had told him that he could start over as many times as he needed to. But had even his sensei foreseen the level of failure he faced now? How could he come back from losing the one thing that made him powerful in a world of powerful quirks?
He didn't know. His feet ambled onwards; his soul lost in the noise of the city as he walked in a daze. It wasn't just the loss of his powers, of course; he had lost those willing to support him as well. Tomura had taken them for granted, he saw that now. At one point he had been able to stamp back his rampant emotions enough to see how valuable they were.
But that Kai Chisaki, he had caused Tomura to flounder in a red haze, and now Shigaraki had gone and done it, he had burned all of his bridges. He had never realized how much of a lynch-pin Dabi was until that pin had been pulled and it had all come crashing down. Nervous laughter erupted from him as he staggered along, one hand on his face.
What could he do but laugh? To imagine that all of that effort would amount to this...
His unsettling laughter caught the attention of others on the street he was ambling across, and when Tomura chose to pull his father's hand out of his sweater pocket and stare at it, several people called the police on their cell phones immediately at the sight of the cackling man walking along with a severed hand in his grip.
He didn't notice the panic around him, though, his shaking eyes held fast on the last vestige of the man whom had sired him. Hatred. Hatred was what had carried him this far, and it would shield him from his uncertainty now... it had to. He frowned as he realized that he was being careful not to wrap his last two fingers around it.
That no longer mattered anymore, but it would likely be some time before he would get used to the idea that he could put all five fingers on something without destroying it...
Tomura didn't see the heroes coming; they hit him with blinding speed, likely thinking that he still posed a threat. He screamed his hatred as powerful hands grabbed his arms from behind, and he flailed impotently against them as his hands were restrained. He was then shoved into a quirk nullification tank as all around he could hear heroes and police shouting as they combed out, clearly assuming he wasn't alone.
But he was. No one would be coming to save him; All-for-One was already incarcerated in a place that was a hole in the world that those labeled 'villain' dropped away into. His crew had splintered and fallen away, and he was surrounded by the most powerful heroes in all of Japan with more arriving on the scene by the minute.
He threw his head back and laughed. Being a celebrity certainly had its disadvantages, didn't it? It was hard to even be angry anymore, since his wrath wasn't going to break his bindings, and his anger wasn't going to defeat so many foes on high. After his fit of laughter had run its course and the thick metal door of his new cage swung shut, he hung his head and sighed, "Game over..."
At least there was one saving grace; with his hands bound at the wrists and suspended to either side of him to the walls of the anti-quirk chamber, he was in the most terrible state if he should suddenly start itching. However, he didn't itch at all... had that infernal itching of his been a side effect of his quirk? Thank goodness for small favors... again Tomura laughed, but no one could hear him now.
There was a bumpy ride in a truck, and then his capsule was unloaded and placed somewhere, but since the tank lacked a way for him to perceive his surroundings, Tomura could have been anywhere. Hours passed and the hatch opened, Tomura blinking into the lights that played over him as he was removed from his restraints and led down metal corridors to a small room.
He recognized the space as a cell even before they pushed him into it. His captors said nothing, and ignored his attempts at casual conversation. So rude. He stood up shakily and looked around at the simple furnishings, all made of steel, the bed and toilet riveted to the floor with heavy bolts. He frowned, "This mattress looks cheap. You can afford state of the art turrets with motion sensors and laser sights in the halls but you skimped on sleep quality?"
He was ignored, but he had expected that such would be the case. The nearest guard was a dozen feet away but he didn't react whatsoever to Tomura's complaint. There was a large glass window, but Tomura was fairly certain it was at least bulletproofed, and unlikely to carry sound. Would they even hear him if he screamed?
Tomura glanced up to a camera on the ceiling set into a spherical metal case. His wardens likely had a microphone on that, too. He waved to the camera, "Hello there, loser security people! Hope you enjoy your boring footage of me wanking off in my bunk and taking a shit or whatever..." Then Shigaraki slumped onto said bunk and looked down at his hands, which had once been so capable of destruction, and finally wondered, 'What's next?'
What came next was nothing that Shigaraki could have possibly braced himself for. Even now, days after it had been discovered that he was now quirkless, he couldn't quite process the events that transpired. First, he had been strapped to a table and tampered with for some time by a fleet of doctors. Then some men in uniform had hustled him away from his cozy cell.
A wizened looking man with an arched brow and tiny spectacles that hung from his narrow nose had informed him as they were walking that he was being ejected from Tartarus due to the fact that he no longer represented the threat level that such an institution was designed for. He was told that he would now be serving in a 'special rehabilitation program'.
They hadn't answered his questions when he'd asked what the hell that meant, only shuffling him into a transport and driving him to a small building somewhere out in the middle of nowhere that he certainly didn't recognize. The place looked far too small to be set up for any large body of prisoners, and he didn't see a fence.
He was led into a place that more or less looked like a simple home, though very spartan on the décor. Tomura felt more like he was in a home or an office than a prison. He was pushed down so as to sit on a couch, and stared with disbelief at the man whom was already seated on the couch across from him. Shigaraki smirked, "I should have known that you'd come to gloat, All-Might."
The tall, thin blonde waved a hand at Tomura, "Feel free to call me Yagi, young Shimura."
Tomura snarled at him, "That's not my name..."
All-Might shook his head, "Your real name is Shimura Tenko; Shigaraki Tomura is the fake name." Toshinori clasped his hands together in his lap, leaning forward to stare intently at Tomura, "Your reaction is a little off... do you honestly not remember your real name?"
Grabbing his head, Tomura gritted his teeth against a sudden headache as once again his violently repressed memories threatened him. He closed his eyes and shouted, "My name is Shigaraki Tomura!"
Toshinori leaned back into his seat, a short silence falling between them before he spoke again, "I was going to explain the full reason as to why you are here today, but I don't think you'll understand it as you are now. Instead, I'll inform you that you will be staying here, with me as your guardian, with regular visits from a few professional psychiatrists."
Shigaraki snorted, "Quacks. Wait... you, as my 'guardian'? I'm twenty, I don't need anything like that, can you just be honest and say 'warden'?" He glanced around, "The suits are all leaving... are you going to be my only guard dog?"
In response All-Might leaned forward and slapped something hard into Tomura's ankle faster than the younger man could react, "H-hey!"
The taller man leaned back again, leaving Shigaraki to stare at the steel blue metal band now encircling the space just above his foot. There was a small green light on it. Toshinori explained, "This device will administer a shock to your body should you attempt to leave the premises without permission. That light will turn yellow if you approach the boundry and you will get an uncomfortable little zap at first."
He held up a warning finger, "But if you press your luck and continue past a boundry, the pulse will then become strong enough to paralyze you until someone can come return you to where you should be."
Tomura stayed absolutely quiet, waiting for the sounds of the cars that had brought the others to the secluded building to drift away into the distance. Then he snatched up a nearby lamp and screamed a blood-curdling cry of overjoyed hatred as he sprung at his nemesis. The next few moments were a blur, but Shigaraki was certain that All-Might was far stronger and faster than himself.
After all, Toshinori yanked the lamp from his hand, kneed him in the stomach and pressed him face-down flat against the couch that he had been sitting in all in one set of smooth movements. Shigaraki screamed his fury, but Toshinori simply sat upon his back, setting the lamp down on the nearby coffee table.
All-Might sighed as he struggled, "I thought you might try that. You are aware that I have lost my powers as well, and that we are both just ordinary men without quirks, but you really shouldn't underestimate me. My time spent in countless battles has still tempered my combat prowess considerably more than yours, while you tend to let others do your fighting for you..."
Tomura stopped struggling as much, so All-Might thought that he might have realized the gulf in their abilities and experience and lifted himself from the youth. Tomura immediately attacked him again, and was just as easily rendered immobile, this time in a joint lock. It continued this way a number of times until even Toshinori's patience started to wane.
This time Shigaraki was face down on the floor, his right arm barred against All-Might's leg as the taller man stood squarely upon his back, a position that left Tomura unable to rise and caused the grey-headed youth pain in his arm if he attempted escape, all while costing Toshinori very little energy. All-Might shouted irritably down at him, "When are you going to get that this isn't working?"
Shigaraki shouted back, his eyes mad with rage, "I'll get you eventually! I'll kill you!"
Of course, he didn't kill All-Might, no matter how badly he wanted to. Instead, Toshinori simply let him exhaust himself with failed attacks, and then when Tomura was too tired to offer anything beyond feeble resistance, the former hero tied him up in a straightjacket that clearly had been set aside for just this occasion.
Toshinori then sat him back on the couch and finished outlining his plans for Tomura's doctor visits and the rules of the house, but of course Shigaraki wasn't even listening to his droning voice at this point. All he did was sit there, grinding his teeth hatefully as he tried very hard to find a way out of this mess. That was All-Might, right there, lecturing him as if any of it mattered.
The one person in the world he wanted to kill the most. Acting as if he could contain him like this and that Tomura would somehow suddenly change his colors. How arrogant was this prick? He needed to die for this! For this and... Tomura suddenly frowned, feeling another headache coming on. What exactly did Toshinori need to die for, again?
That's right, he told himself quickly; because he represented what was wrong in the world. Tomura would prove to them all that he couldn't save everyone, that he couldn't even save himself. He'd show them all their own hypocrisy.
"Got that?"
Tomura blinked, looking up at Toshinori, "Huh?"
All-Might pulled at his hair a little, obviously vexed, "Yeah, I should have figured you weren't even going to pay attention... just don't cause any trouble and everything will work out, all right?"
Shigaraki glared at him; he intended to do nothing but trouble this man...
Toshinori walked down a hallway of UA High, a school that was known well for its specialized courses in training aspiring heroes-to-be in how to use their quirks to protect people from others whom might use their special genetic powers to harm the population, as well as how to use them to minimize damage and loss of life due to natural disasters.
The principal had invited Toshinori to teach there a while back, and All-Might had taken the offer, both because he originally intended to scout his successor from the bright young aspirants at the school, and because it would be a fine way for him to continue to provide aid even after his quirk had been passed on to the next generation.
His role as Tenko's new guardian was going to make handling sessions a little more difficult, but not any more than his previous hero work had. He frowned at the thought of his ended career in volunteering to fight off those that would harm the city. He wanted more than anything to go back to doing that, but his desire no longer lined up with his ability since One-For-All had flickered out completely within him.
Now he would need to help in other ways, and he could think of few more worthy means to that end than giving his experience to the youth, so that they might use it to become the next great wave of heroes. Also, there was Shimura; if he could save that young man from whatever All-For-One had done to him, he would finally redeem himself for having failed his old friend.
Finally, he arrived at his destination; the teacher's break room. He actually didn't spend much time there, as he was a part-time instructor, but he knew that the others would be gathered there for the lunch break. Hizashi Yamada, also known by his hero moniker of 'Present Mic' waved at him as he entered.
"Yo! All-Might! Didn't expect you here so early; did you come to see one of us?"
Looking around, Toshinori laughed nervously, rubbing at the back of his neck at he waved to the others, feeling a little bad for having disturbed their lunch break. "Yes, well... I was actually hoping to get some advice from anyone that might have some... oh, I didn't expect to see you here, Midnight..."
Nemuri Kayama waved off his surprise, smiling at him, "I'm just here for a demonstration, though the principal has been bugging me to join the faculty in a more permanent capacity."
The last of the three teachers present, Shota Aizawa, also known as 'Eraser Head', leveled the same glare he typically reserved for Toshinori his way, "Let me guess, this has to do with your new roommate."
Again, All-Might laughed a bit nervously; Aizawa had always been very clear that he thought Toshinori's plan for rehabilitating Tenko was a terrible idea, and now the dark-haired hero was probably going to be a bur in his side again as he asked for help. Toshinori had honestly hoped that he wouldn't encounter Shota today.
"Well, you see... it's been almost a week now and there isn't much progress with Tenko. He rails at and attacks the psychiatrists when he doesn't simply ignore them, I have to keep him in a straightjacket most of the time for that and his assaults on me personally, and I know that keeping him trapped in his room all the time can't be any different than the cell they were planning on giving him in prison."
Nemuri laughed, "Sounds like he enjoys his tantrums too much; have you thought about giving the brat a spanking?"
Shota sighed at Toshinori, "Now do you understand why I said this was pointless? Just let him go to prison where he belongs... he obviously isn't feeling repentant, and it really isn't fair to all the other criminals that he gets this kind of special treatment."
Hizashi also sighed, giving Toshinori a sad frown, "Look, man, I know that this kid is important to you, but it sounds like he doesn't want to be helped. What can you do?" The hero shrugged.
Frowning, All-Might gave them a wave of gratitude as he turned to leave, "Well, thanks anyways. I'll see if I can think of something else."
All Toshinori could do when he returned home that evening was sigh. Even before he approached the house, he could hear the ranting and raving that went on inside. He made his way to the room reserved for Tenko and opened the door.
Inside, Tomura was slamming his bare foot into one of the dressers. He had apparently already managed to smash several of the drawers out, and was now trying to actually break its tough wooden frame. All-Might watched for a moment, analyzing why he might be doing such a thing. Of course, doing it just to spite Toshinori wasn't out of the question, but there was likely more to it...
Tomura smiled at him as he entered, "Oh you're finally home. You know, I called for a bathroom break, but you weren't here..."
Toshinori frowned at him, "There's a bathroom open to you right there from your bedroom..."
Shigaraki cackled, "Yeah but I needed you to hold it for me; you weren't here to hold my dick for me, so I went ahead and pissed all over the wall..."
All-Might's frown became deeper as his exasperation grew, "What are you, a child?" He crossed the room in a few steps and pushed Tomura back so that the thin man fell back onto his bed with a grunt, then snatched the dresser and tossed it out of the room. He watched Shigaraki carefully as he gathered all of the drawers and did the same.
"You'll just have to keep your clothes in a pile on the floor until I can get you a dresser that you can't break. Also, making a weapon in here isn't going to catch me off guard any more than any other time you've tried to improvise objects in this house for that purpose."
Tomura's grin fell away, replaced with an enraged scowl, "You think you can keep me like this forever, or that those birds you bring here to chirp at me about 'society' and 'morals' are going to change my mind? I'll kill you one day, or perhaps I'll manage to kill one of your fancy doctors before you can stop me? I'm really curious which one will happen first..."
Toshinori wrinkled his nose; the smell of urine proved that the young man had in fact soiled the wall. He clenched his fists and thought hard, thinking of everything he had seen and heard since he had decided to try and save Tenko. He shook with anger, not directed at Tomura himself, but at his own rising sense of helplessness.
Hizashi had put the real problem to the forefront of his mind; how do you help someone whom doesn't want to be helped? Then his focus zeroed in on the answer, and he strode forth again, his aura radiating threat.
Tenko laughed maniacally, trying to strike All-Might as the much taller man loomed over him, but Toshinori easily slapped aside his attempt at a kick to the sternum. All-Might's hand snapped out like a cobra and latched onto his throat, his other hand taking hold of Tomura's arm before the latter could finish an attempted punch.
Continuing to laugh wildly, Tomura shouted, "Have I finally gotten through to you, hero? Are you going to kill me, now? Have you finally fallen from grace?!"
Toshinori suddenly turned and sat on the edge of the bed, Tomura swinging down with him as he did so within his tight grip. Tenko let out a startled noise as he landed across All-Might's knees, and then Toshinori brought one leg and one arm around into one of the most classic holds known to history. Tomura's surprised face whipped back to look over his own shoulder as Toshinori lifted his other hand high.
"I've decided that Midnight is right..." All-Might glowered down at him, "...you really are a brat, and you really do need a spanking!"
His hand sailed down and clapped against Tomura's undefended rump, as Shigaraki squirmed and seemed to realize he was in a lock he couldn't easily break free from, Tenko letting out an indignant gasp at the sound of the deed, "Wha... what the hell do you think you're doing?! You think I'll let you get away with this!? I'll kill you more than once! I'll revive you and kill you again!"
Toshinori narrowed his eyes at Tomura and grabbed hold of his pants. Seeing what he intended to do, Shigaraki screamed furiously, "Don't you dare!"
Ignoring the smaller man, All-Might yanked his pants aside, revealing an alabaster rear all the way to the top of his thighs. Then he raised his hand again and brought it down powerfully, leaving a hand-shaped red print in the wake of the mighty slap. Tomura howled, incensed beyond even the use of words, as Shigaraki flailed and kicked as hard as he could, now desperate to be free.
It didn't matter how manic his attempts or how much he strained himself, though; Toshinori's position over him was simply too strong, and All-Might didn't seem to be tiring from holding him pinned anywhere near as quickly as Tenko was exhausting himself trying to get free. Seeing this, Tomura launched into a continuous stream of threats and vile curses, promising Toshinori pain if he didn't stop.
Ignoring the younger man, All-Might instead spoke over him, his deep, booming voice drowning out even Tomura's screams, "You won't react to words; you won't even listen to them. I can't reason with you, because you have abandoned reason. But your ego; that inflated, greatly exaggerated sense of worth you want me to believe; that is some I can attack. That is something I can smash!"
Tomura suddenly went quiet, his teeth still gnashing furiously and his expression hateful, but All-Might could tell that he had understood what was being said and was changing tactics. Toshinori shook his head, "It's too late to pretend this doesn't bother you now; I already know the truth of it. Today I make a promise to you; from now on every time you break one of the rules of this house you will be punished befitting the child you act to be."
He could feel Tenko trembling, not from fear but from rage, as the young man glared back at him, his face full of hate. Hardening his own expression as he showed the other man his own resolve, Toshinori boomed out, "I will no longer address you as a man until you can one day redeem yourself as an adult capable of taking responsibility for your own actions!"
Shigaraki screamed his fury and spat at Toshinori, but his position for doing so was incredibly awkward and he missed entirely. For his part All-Might began to drop his hand once more, again filling the room with the harsh sound that his callused palm made when it came crashing into contact with the pale squirming rear before him.
For his part, Tomura flailed with of his might, venting the last of his waning energy in a desperate gamble that somehow, he would loosen Toshinori's hold on him enough to slip away from the sudden and terrible calamity of painful and insulting slaps he was having to endure. His silence could not hold, either, and he starting shouting his anger once again.
After all, All-Might wasn't about to buy that he wasn't affected, he had even said as much. Tenko's mind raced, looking for some way that he might get free, some threat that might actually work. Sadly, nothing came to mind, and the grim reality of the matter was that when All-Might had leveled that stony glare he was so well known for, Tomura... had become frightened.
He seethed. Toshinori had continued slapping his rear for a lot longer than Shigaraki could ever have imagined having to endure such a thing, and his body lay down upon his bed now, quivering with exhaustion and unrestrained emotion that ran the gamut between anger, frustration, pain, helplessness and humiliation.
Tomura lay on his stomach, because his ass hurt too much to lay on his back. Occasionally he caught himself reaching back to tenderly rub at the heated flesh there, only to stop himself, not wanting to recognize those welts and the embarrassment they wrought. It did no good, though. For all of his efforts, he couldn't stop thinking about what had happened.
Toshinori had punished him for so long, and then released him suddenly, letting the shaking, weakened Tomura crawl away and attempt to collect himself. All-Might had stood, still leveling that fierce countenance of his Tenko's way, making Shigaraki shake under the force of his presence due to all that had transpired.
With fists clenched in resolution, All-Might had promised him a fate that left Tenko in the shattered state he was in now.
"Behave yourself within this house, or this will happen again."