"When quirks first appeared people with these powers wished to do good they were known as vigilantes. Between then and our current age of heroism many great heroes have shined brightly in our turbulent history."
The sight of a camera was focused on a black, steaming hot tea poured into a china cup that was soon grabbed by a gloved hand.
"All Might the symbol of peace, Crimson Riot the fearless manly hero, and Brave the dauntless hero."
The steaming cup was brought to lips a handlebar mustache emerging just above them.
"But rivaling them were the hero's natural counterpart. Those who carved their names into history. Villains."
The lips were pulled into a pleased smile at the strong, bold flavor of the tea.
"The ruler of legends and father of a up-and-coming hero who shares his aliases, All For One, Leader of the "special abilities liberation army" Destro, and the uncanny thief Oji Karma."
The still steaming cup was placed back on it's saucer.
"Before our current systems were established chaos reigned and the lines between hero and villain were nigh impossible to tell."
The camera panned up within it's mechanical sight now was a man with slicked back white hair who faced away from the camera.
"However therein lay freedom. Like with the anglaise (translation-english) pure freedom was alive and well."
The man leaned his head back against the padding of his high backed chair.
"Greetings ladies and gentlemen! What I deliver to you now is the romance of a wonder man!"
The man suddenly stood and looked to the camera (one could almost hear his neck snap at how fast he turned it) winking at the camera and giving it a thumbs up.
"Yes! I am Gentle! The gentle criminal!"
Sitting in a straight backed chair a small woman with magenta hair looked into the laptop screen that showed the recording.
"So cool!"
She gushed in excitement at watching the video for yet another time.
Her pink eyes filled with wonderment and love for the man on the screen.
"La Brava have to finished uploading the video yet?"
Which was why she panicked and fell out of the wooden chair when her idol asked her a question.
The woman got to her feet looking up to the taller man her eyes filled with the same wonderment as when she had been watching the video.
"Y-Yes Gentle!"
She stuttered embarrassed at her previous reaction.
"The account got deactivated again, so I uploaded everything from your first video."
Gentle nodded and politely chuckled at his partner in crime.
She blushed slightly as he messily poured tea into his cup.
"Instead of having my morning coffee I swooned over our debut video."
Gentle politely chuckled once as he brought the half empty tea stained cup to his lips.
"La Brava you've done great work today."
Setting the cup back onto it's matching saucer.
"Now then... let's move on... to today's filming. But let me elegantly finish this cup first."
Gentle was a criminal who doesn't commit crimes like a simple thug.
He commits crimes in a insignificant attempt to carve his name into history.
He equates himself to a modern equivalent to Robin Hood. A chivalrous thief.
"It's so frustrating Gentle."
The short La Brava complained as she and her idol walked on the rooftop of a building.
"What is La Brava?"
Gentle questioned as strode alongside the shorter woman. Assisting his stride was a old fashioned wooden cane.
"The fact that the Jstore video has gotten many views! It doesn't have the world's attention even thought you're so amazing!"
She complained making the man bend over in laughter.
"Hahaha! You shall not grow if you seek outdid justifications La Brava."
He chastised each word shaking as if he would break into laughter.
The short woman seemed frustrated at his words. Beginning to jump up and down in a cute fashion in her frustration.
"But, but listen! It's already been 6 years since you've been a active villain in the media."
She complained frustration making her words shake.
"Then suddenly, a video about that Stain guy's life steals all of our views and reprints aren't even him!"
La Brava seemed to get more worked up as she spoke.
"Nowadays when people think of villains they think of that malicious villain alliance! Not us chivalrous villains! No! They only care about that malicious and disheartening alliance!"
Gentle looked away from her. His eyes shadowed.
"You're right La Brava extremely violent behavior... can sometimes make one into a spectacle."
The man turned back to her.
"My style is the opposite... however the fact is they also have momentum... all of the 10000 plus comments on their videos concern their violent behavior."
La Brava looked at the man her eyes widening.
"Meanwhile look at the comments on my videos!"
He said bringing up his phone that held comments that spoke ill of the man.
"Gentle!"
La Brava exclaimed surprised at the comments.
"However! I will not be discouraged La Brava!"
He exclaimed chuckling.
"And why!? Because the next project will surpass even theirs!"
La Brava squeed at his words. Holding up the camera.
"So cool! Tell me Gentle what's the next project!?"
The man placed his hands onto his hips. Smiling as he looked down at the spanning rooftops.
"A question for the ages. Exploits are forever. The original place where their rhetoric became what it is now. That is where the next one will be."
The students of 1-A were planning their event. Minus the internship group who had more supplementary classes.
The most important part came first.
Who were playing the instruments.
Jirou looked at her fellow students rubbing her chin as she spoke.
"Well we already know who the guitarists will be."
She stated looking at her fellow students.
"Guitarists? As in plural?"
Mina asked tilting her horned head in confusion.
Jirou nodded pointing to the two guitars that were in the common room.
"There are usually two guitarists and a bassist in bands. One is the lead guitarist who plays the electric guitar and the other is the rhythm guitarist who plays electric as well."
As she said this she pointed to her two electric guitars.
"And the bassist who plays with a bass guitar."
At this she pointed to her other guitar this one having a different body than the other.
"I have the most experience playing bass so I'll be the bassist and Midoriya has agreed to be the lead guitarist."
The others nodded at this.
"Yeah that makes sense I guess he really seems to like rock."
Kaminari said nodding.
"We'll need a drummer as well since without one a band has a far weaker sound."
Jirou said to her classmates crossing her arms.
"So does anyone know how to play the drums?"
The girl asked looking at her classmates.
Kaminari looked thoughtful before he turned his head to Bakugou.
"Hey you were forced to take a music class awhile back, right?"
Said one blond to another.
The entire class looked at the explosion user in total surprise.
Bakugou to his credit didn't explode. Just turning around and shoving his hands into his pockets.
Asking "can't someone else do it" while he tried to walk away.
Only to stop as Sero taunted him.
Leading him to play on the drums.
The way he played them was... perfect.
All of 1-A stood in a shocked silence. Until someone (Pichu) decided to announce Bakugou as their drummer.
To which Bakugou responded with these cheery words.
"I ain't doing any of this pointless shit."
He stated beginning to walk away. Until Jirou began speaking to him.
Asking him to join them. Telling the ash blond that doing this would make him a good person.
Making the ash blond turn to her. His face filled with annoyance and rage (what a surprise) as he glared at her.
"This is a stress reliever for the other departments, right? Why the hell should I help with "stress relief" for weaklings like them?"
His ruby eyes glared into Jirou's dark purple.
"And why the hell would I do it with you or that villain bastard?"
His statement set a fire in Jirou's heart.
She clenched her fists. Making her nails dig into her palms and causing blood to prickle.
Bakugou seeming satisfied made to walk away only to be stopped when Jirou spoke.
"How dare you."
The ash blond turned his head glaring at her.
"What the hell are you tal-"
He tried to speak but was stopped when Jirou yelled.
"AFTER ALL HE'S DONE YOU'RE MORE OF A VILLAIN THAN HE'LL EVER BE!"
Bakugou just looked at her and Jirou seemed to realize her mistake.
Yelling at the most volatile student wasn't always the best idea. Especially when that student can make explosions from his palms.
But Bakugou only crossed his arms. Seeming to be sizing her up.
Before he spoke.
"Tch fine... I'll do it."
And turned his head away once more stomping off to his room. Leaving a stunned Jirou behind.