Tomura Shigaraki was seated on a red barstool, and carefully open in his hands was a two-week-old newspaper.
"Tch, I don't understand Kurogiri, what am I missing" Shigaraki muttered in his raspy tone.
"What do mean Tomura? Kurogiri responded in the same nurturing voice that he always used. "Is the Nomu not to your liking?"
"Nomu is perfect, but every grunt in our ranks is just a no-name wannabe" the light blue-haired villain responded. "What we need is the league back."
"Shall I fetch them for you?" Kurogiri politely inquired.
Frustrated, Shigaraki kept glancing through the newspaper looking for a potential recruit. As he reached the final page, he finally saw a candidate with promise. Shigaraki reduced the paper into a small pile of ash, having served its purpose, it no longer had any use to him.
"Yes,' the villain said, as a wicked smile formed.
It was in a dark corner, just behind a high school in Kamino that a teenage boy, dressed in a school uniform, was sitting against the wall of the building in a growing puddle of his own blood. Beneath each of his eyes were a set of deep cuts that gave the illusion that the boy was crying tears of blood, and technically he was, as his own salty tears had mixed with the blood, allowing those red droplets to flow more freely down to his chin and neck, staining the collar of his white shirt.
Right in front of the boy was a girl who looked to be the same age as the boy. She had ash blonde hair tied up into two buns, and catlike yellow eyes that gleamed in the dimly lit place. The girl danced before the dying boy with the practiced grace of a ballerina, as she twirled and lunged in an enchanting display.
But as her performance came to a halt, she looked back into the dying boy's eyes as he quietly moaned in the agony that came from his wounds, and as his eyes closed for the last time, the girl blushed and leaped into the air with joy, cheering as she did so.
The girl in question was named Himiko Toga and today had marked her fourth kill yet. Up until about a week ago, Toga had been trapped, living a "normal" life under this hero society. Ever since she was a child and her quirk manifested, she had been forced by her parents to act like everyone else, to put on a mask and suppress her true self, and to refrain from expressing her love.
She just simply couldn't help it anymore, she didn't want to help it anymore, she just wanted nothing more than to kill.
On the other side of Kamino…
Jessi was present, darting through the empty alleyways about a kilometer away from the train station in Kamino Ward.
"Finally, I've found you." said a dehydrated voice coming from behind Deku. "You have no idea how hard I've been searching for you this past week."
Startled by the voice, Jessi immediately spun around on her heel, and struck an aggressive combat stance,
"Shigaraki?" Jessi said as Shigaraki began to walk forward in a lifeless way that reminded Deku of an animate corpse. "I've come to you with a… uhh..."
"...business proposal."
From the way he spoke, Jessi observed that the man who called himself Tomura Shigaraki sounded as if he wasn't very sure of himself, or even what he was doing here. A person with that kind of attitude didn't make for the best salesman.
"A proposal?." Jessi answered bluntly, his stance unflinching. "Aren't i already a member of your League?."
Shigaraki stopped scratching, and he then dropped his hand to his sides with the same puppet-like movement he had demonstrated earlier. The two villains stood still for several seconds, Jessi with his combat-ready stance, and Shigaraki with his arms dangling at his sides like windchimes.
But the blue-haired husk of a man suddenly took off towards Jessi in a sprint, as if he had suddenly come to life. As Shigaraki ran, he outstretched his hands in front of him like he intended to grapple with the villain.
"KUROGIRI!" the name echoed throughout the alleyway.
a swirl of black mist appeared in front of her, Jessi tried to back away from Shigaraki, but, Shigaraki delivered a kick to her chest that knocked her back, Jessi turned her gaze away from his victorious foe in the midst of her being knocked back, and the only thing that met her eyes as soon as she did, was a misty blackness, that swallowed him whole.
