Album took out his phone to look at where the villain wanted to meet, and then at the clock. He was going to be late, very late. But no matter, that was fine, he was fine, it would all be fine. He just… had to hope the villain needed his services more than he would let his temper rise.

Walking, it would take about thirty minutes to get there, but he didn't want the villain to leave, so he texted the number and told the villain he was running late.

There was a ding almost immediately and what Album found disconcerting, was the fact that all it said was, 'okay'. And that was scary than if the villain had sent a text with swear words and all-caps.

When Album arrived, he was not surprised to find that the meeting spot was a typical dark alley that smelled with trash covering the entire street. Not a nice place and perfect for murder. He should've expected as much, villains often were cliched like this.

He walked in, his hands shoved in his pockets. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to come here after all. Album could tell this was no ordinary street thug from the way the messages were sent which was partly why Album had been ignoring them. He didn't need to get caught up with a villainous mastermind.

However, before, the texts had been very sugarcoated, and now they were urgent, demanding, and Album feared he would be kidnapped if he didn't come willingly. And if they were willing to pay him a fair price for his work, Album saw no reason why he shouldn't take the job.

Around him, the air smelled thickly of blood, old, probably from how many people had been slaughtered here. People who'd accidentally stumbled across a villain's lair. It made sense, but it didn't calm his nerves. And yes, he was nervous, though he'd never admit it to anyone else.

That's why, he almost jumped when a voice came out of nowhere. Another cliché, voice, emanating menacingly through the darkness. "Shifter, you came." A low and smooth as silk voice, reached his ears, so softly it sent shivers up his spine.

"I did," Album said, "Sorry I'm late."

"That's alright. No harm done, however… if you didn't respond to my message this time, after sending you so many in the past, I feared I would have to take drastic action."

"Well you didn't, because I'm here. Now if we could get straight to the point." Album cursed the small tremor in his voice when he spoke. He was sure it was noticeable. Villains noticed the weaknesses in everyone and exploited them.

But if the man noticed he showed no sign of it and continued onward. Album could hear his voice echoing off the walls, likely so he couldn't tell where the other was. He supposed it was smart, even if it was predictable.

"Ah yes, the point. I see you're a straightforward man," hardly, "so I will get straight to it. Now, I have a job for you, and this may sound ridiculous, but I promise I will pay you a good amount. This job has to do with U.A. and a certain teacher that teaches there."

All Might, he should've known. "Okay, and what do you need."

"Well, they're going to be taking a special class, a natural disaster class and how to save civilians. It's taking place at the U.S.J."

"How do you know this?" Album asked, narrowing his eyes.

"I have my sources. We have a well-planned attack for the most part. Except we need someone, someone to sneak inside and cut off all communications."

"You mean render the whole building wireless, without signal."

"Exactly, no signal must get in or out."

"I don't see why you called me to do this. I'm not a technician."

"Well, you don't have to be. We have someone who knows what to do, but we can't just waltz into a secure building."

Album licked his lips, "You should just find someone with a quirk that can do this, it'll be easier."

"We would, but we don't have the time. You see it's happening tomorrow and I just happen to have a friend who knows of you."

"What?" Album snarled. No one but Adrien was supposed to know him, and he knew for a fact that boy wasn't talking to anyone. Couldn't, not with his new-gained conscience keeping him in check.

"The gritty details are beside the point." The voice said. "All you need to know is that you do this job and I will pay you handsomely."

Album bit his lip, "Which class is going?"

"I don't exactly know, but it doesn't matter. All that does is that All Might will be there."

"Well, I happen to be attending U.A. due to some unfortunate circumstances."

"The likelihood of it being your class is fairly low. You're in your later teens, aren't you? The class going will be a first-year class."

"I happen to be a first-year!"

"That's still not a very large chance."

"And if it is my class?"

"So? Do you care about your classmates."

Album opened his mouth and then hesitated, "Not exactly, I would prefer there not be casualties though, I don't need the responsibility of acting sad if someone were to die."

"Well you'll likely have to act sad anyway considering All Might will not live."

"Fine, but, if it is my class, you mustn't kill me, that and I will of course be paid for my services. Those are my terms."

Silence for a minute, then two, before the voice answered, "Very well. Now, what is it you're going to do."

"First, I need the location of the U.S.J. Though I still can't understand why you don't do it yourselves. Don't you have anything you could do?"

"No option that is as failproof as this one."

Album frowned, knowing he was already pushing it. He had to get back to Midoriya's soon. "Fine, I'll do it, tonight. Send me the location and I'll be inside the building and ready to cut off communication by 11 tonight, so be ready."

"Alright then, good luck."

"One more thing, let me see you. I need to know my employer."

A pause and he heard some voices before two people stepped out. A man, he supposed, in a suit, his face entirely covered by black and purple smoke. He was tall and slender, body built but not massively so.

The other had white hair and a hand covering his entire face with more all over his body. He was shorter than the other and slimmer too with less of a build and more hunched over, seeming slightly underweight. Overall they were not who he had been expecting but they did look like villains. And definitely more eccentric than Album looked.

"Are you satisfied." The black-smoke man said, he had obviously been the one talking, his voice low and smooth.

Album slowly nodded, "Yes, I will have the job done, I promise."

"Good." The other finally spoke, his voice raspy and in desperate need of hydration. Though he did pull off the 'crazy voice' rather well. Album clenched his fists and took a deep breath.

This was going to be a very long night, a very long night.

"This mission must be done in the utmost secrecy. No one is to know a thing." Smoke man said.

"And if you have lied and told anyone at all we will know, and the group challenging the great All Might himself will be on your trail."

Album had to admit that sounded rather intimidating, so he just nodded. "Okay," he said. "Is that all."

The two other villains looked at each other and then black-smoke finally nodded, "That will be all." He said and they both stood there, watching him.

Album took this to mean he was supposed to leave, so he slowly backed up before turning around and walking as quickly as he could out of the alley before they could change their mind and murder him.

It was darker out now the sun slowly setting. Looking at the clock, he determined it was nearly six thirty. Oh, he was in so much trouble. Taking a deep breath he ran back to Midoriya's, sprinted, as fast as he could. He didn't want to be dead tonight before he had time to finish his job, after all.

When Album arrived back at Midoriya's, the house was silent. He thought that was odd, considering both how many people were in the house, and considering who they were. Album frowned and opened the door as quietly as he could to find the adults talking in the living room, though their voices were notably softer than when he had left.

And the way to the bedroom was nearly completely silent, which also came as a bit of a surprise. Even if Album had left, he would've expected Adrien to wreak havoc regardless, since he was so good at it.

"Hello?" he wondered aloud, walking inside and closing the door behind him. Daniel looked up from his conversation as did Mrs. Midoriya and Iida and Uraraka's parents.

"You're back." Daniel said.

"Good, just in time for dinner." Mrs. Midoriya said, smiling.

From that point on Album knew that he and Mrs. Midoriya had different definitions of the word 'good'. "I'll go get the kids." She said, standing up and walking into Midoriya's room. "Dinner's ready," she said and Album heard Uraraka cheer.

"Okay, mom." Midoriya said and the three friends bolted out, Adrien trailing a ways behind them. If Album hadn't been listening close enough he may not have noticed the relief in Midoriya's voice but he had been listening, and he did notice. And for once Album connected with Midoriya on a personal level.

They both thought Adrien was a little shit.

Then he was forced into a night of boring, polite conversation between his classmates and their parents. There was no way Album could speak out against them or Adrien in any way. This was part of the reason he hated adults, and authority in general. It was so stupid and subjective.

After dinner they only stayed for a little longer before Daniel said they should get going; thank god for his clockwork schedule. "So, did you two have some fun?" Daniel asked. Then he looked reproachfully at Album, "Not that you were there for most of it."

Album shrugged. "Adrien was being a little terror, you expect me to put up with that crap?

"I was not being a terror." Adrien denied, "you're just overly sensitive."

Album retorted something snarky, and Daniel seemed to be ignoring both of them as he figured he couldn't reign them in.

Album was just trying to pass the time until he could get home and sneak out in the middle of the night to go do the job he'd been given.

He still didn't quite know how he was going to do it, but it probably involved him knocking out a security guard and taking his place.

Adrien and Album were both still arguing when Daniel spoke, "I want you to know I am disappointed in the two of you."

Adrien clamped his mouth shut and sat back, "For what?"

"For antagonizing Album. And Album you're old enough not to let petty insults get to you."

"Says you." Album retorted. "But in school, there's a word for that, and it's called bullying."

"Wow, that's a new low, letting yourself be bullied by someone nearly half your age. So much for being tough." Adrien crossed his arms, with a condescending look.

"Oh yeah, well maybe I just—"

"Shut up, both of you!"

Album and Adrien went quiet. Album hadn't lived with Daniel for very long, but he did seem like someone with lots of patience but also someone who went ballistic when he finally lost it.

"Now, I get you don't like each other, but could you at least put up appearances."

"Sorry we're not the perfect family you want to show off." Adrien spat. "But that's what you get for taking in a crook."

"Don't pin all this on me!" Album shouted, "You're the snotty brat that needs to get beaten to finally shut up!"

Adrien's mouth hung open for a moment. And did Album regret what he said?

Not in the first few seconds, but then Adrien crossed his arms and turned away, completely shutting down. "Album, apologize, right now." Daniel said from the front seat.

"M'sorry." He muttered softly.

"Yeah, whatever." Adrien said, staring out the window. "You're not wrong anyway."

Album figured he should probably start learning when to stick a foot in his mouth, after that incident.

What? He was a villain, not heartless. Despite the fact that those two words were often grouped together, it wasn't true. After all, villains were simply heroes who hadn't had their stories told.


A/N Here's the next chapter, I hope you liked it, sorry it took a little while, I was also working on other things. Also, I kinda hate Album right now so it's okay if the rest of you do too, but I promise there's something for him, reasons and stuff. Also I think I'll be adding Monoma in. Just a couple more chapters. I have to get to the sports festival which means I just need to do the U.S.J attack. Anyway, hope you enjoyed, reviews motivate me to keep going!