Kacchan twists uncomfortably on the couch as he brings his still bound wrists up to his face to rub the sleep out of his eyes. He grunts as he pushes himself upright, looking around warily for any trace of the nerd.

'Ah, you're finally up,' a voice speaks up, hot breath tickling his ear as a hand lingers around his neck, making him feel uncomfortable. The hand lifts from his shoulder and the blonde looks around at the newly discovered villain, glaring as best as he can, but his back is aching from the weird position he slept in and his wrists and throat are feeling raw.

'What the fuck do you want,' Kacchan hisses, his voice breaking ever so slightly, but Deku raises his eyebrows at him in amusement when he hears it.

'Well, first of all, I thought you'd want some breakfast,' the boy responded, gesturing at the coffee table in front of him on which a plate of eggs and toast and a glass of water are standing. 'Secondly, I promised you to tell you my plans last night.'

'I didn't think you'd keep a promise,' Kacchan growls in response, reaching forwards for the glass of water and emptying it in one gulp.

'Just like you, I'm a man of my word,' Deku says as he sits down, watching the angry teen munch down on his breakfast, never taking his eyes off of the unpredictable villain across from him.

'You're nothing like me,' Kacchan retorts, shoving the last piece of toast into his mouth.

Deku shrugs. 'Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not. It's not like it matters.'

'Stop spouting psychological crap and tell me your plan you shitbag,' the blonde spits out.

At that Deku leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees and folding his hands underneath his chin while he grins. 'I'm part of the League of Villains.'

Kacchan chokes and starts coughing uncontrollably at that remark, his face turning red in both oxygen deprivation and anger.

'I'm joking. Jeez,' the green haired teen adds, yet a look of concern lingers in his eyes as he keeps his gaze fixated on Kacchan trying to regain his breath. Kacchan wipes the spit of his face and then turns to glare at the other teen again. 'That isn't funny. They nearly killed us.'

'I could kill you easily.'

'But you won't.' The blonde says it with such certainty that it confuses Deku for an instant.

'What makes you assume that?' he asks, seriously interested in the answer. At that Kacchan looks away, feigning interest. Deku sighs and then leans back in the chair, crossing his legs and making himself more comfortable. 'My goal is very simple. I want everyone to be able to use their Quirks, hero license or not.'

Kacchan's gaze snaps back to Deku's, who is smiling at the response. It makes him interested to see Kacchan's responses at the information he is giving him and is amused every single time he seems to catch the blonde teen off guard and surprise him.

He knows the other teen must've felt awful after he bullied Deku for so many years and then saw his friend fail his last chance at becoming a hero, only to see him disappear and later returning as the one thing he hated the most: a villain.

'There's nothing good about that,' Kacchan retorts. 'You said you had the best intentions, but being able to use your Quirk freely is the worst thing that can happen in this society. Have you ever even thought about that?'

'I have,' Deku replies. 'And I do have the best intentions. You see, there are these people going around, stopping villains when the heroes can't do it. Saving people when the heroes are too late. They call themselves Vigilantes. They're doing what's right, and yet they're being hunted down by society because of these rules.'

'There is a reason those rules exist.'

'Wouldn't it be way greater if everyone would be able to use their Quirk when needed?' Deku says, louder, trying to intimidate Kacchan by ignoring him. He has his beliefs. He won't let anyone talk him away from that. 'In emergencies, citizens would be saved faster, villains would be stopped and sent to jail. It's just a way better ideal than what we have now.'

'What about the people that will use it for evil.'

'They will be taken down!' Deku retorts, becoming slightly angry. He's believed in his cause for a long time. Ever since he knew about the Vigilantes he's been trying to support them, trying to find a way for them to no longer be prosecuted. It's a stupid law, one that should never have been made. It goes against the principle of free will and the ability to use their Quirks to their fullest potential and…

Deku has to use his Quirk on himself to prevent him from lashing out at the blonde. With him being tied up right now it would just end in unnecessary abuse rather than combat and, despite the fact he enjoys seeing him get hurt, it's useless to get him wounded right now. He needs the boy later.

Kacchan notices that Deku is trying to hold himself in and decides not to provoke him any further. The subject is apparently something the nerd is passionate about and he still isn't sure to what extents the boy would go to get what he wants, so he decides to play it on safe. 'Fine. You want to get rid of the rule that people can't use their Quirks unless they have a license. How on Earth would you do that?'

Deku pushes the smug smile back on his face and cocks his head to the side. It's exactly the question he wanted Kacchan to ask. 'I use you.'

Kacchan is taken aback by that answer. He knows Deku can manipulate his emotions, but not his mind. Not to such an extent. His emotions aren't connected to his sense of justice and the things he believes in. The damn nerd will never be able to persuade him to do that.

'I know exactly what you're thinking,' Deku suddenly speaks up while the cogs inside Kacchan's mind are still reeling, trying to come up with ways to stop the other teen from manipulating him. Deku gets to his feet and walks over to the blonde as he stares at him with an apologetic smile. 'That's where part two of my plan kicks in.'

'I thought you said you had no plan,' Kacchan bites back at him.

Deku shrugs again. 'I make up things as I go.'

The green haired boy lurches forwards and takes a hold of the rope bound around Kacchan's wrist, pulling him off the couch and making him stagger as Deku drags him along the room, leaving no time for the blonde to react or struggle as the rope is being attached to the hook above his head once again, leaving him hanging uncomfortably.

'The fuck are you doing!' the angry teen screams.

Deku gives him an apologetic smile yet again. 'I know you'd be too stubborn to actually help me and there's no way you'd just let me comfortably mess with your mind without trying to forcibly stop me, so I decided to tire you out until you do what I want.'

Kacchan huffs. 'Just putting me up here again is not going to work, you know,' he says as he kicks his legs around, feeling uncomfortable not having the ground beneath his feet. Suddenly Kacchan feels weird. He glares at Deku. 'I told you to stop fucking using your Quirk on me!'

Deku smiles again, but this time it isn't apologetic. It looks more like a maniac is looking up at him. 'You don't decide what I do anymore, Kacchan. Now, I am in control. I will break you. Trust me.'

Kacchan is starting to panic. He tries not to show it, but the way Deku's smile widens, he knows the fucker can tell how he's feeling.

'That's the spirit,' Deku says as he reaches out and gently slaps Kacchan on the face before turning away to just leave him hanging like that.

Kacchan struggles for a while, trying to get himself off the hook, but it doesn't take long before his arms start getting tired. When he notices that Deku isn't coming back he decides to give in and just hang there. He hasn't given up, though. He's just saving his energy for when the fucker is going to attack him again. And when he will, Kacchan will make absolutely sure, that he will never break.