Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia. Original characters are in a sort of grey area but whatever.

Giran grinned at his best clients. "Ah, Mastermind! How are you feeling after your last heist?"

To answer, Mastermind gave a thumbs up. "A bit tired but it's all worth it!" The League managed tired smiles behind him.

"I'm not surprised. You've been incredibly active for new Villains, going up against the Heroes and thwarting them at every turn!" Giran grinned. "Not to mention laundering a huge quantity of money through your side businesses." Mastermind's idea for a laundering business in particular had made him laugh out loud with how blatant it was.

That it was making money hand over fist was a bonus as well.

Mastermind cackled. "MWAHAHA… ha…" he trailed off, before stopping. "That was… kind of what we wanted to talk with you about."

"Oh?" Giran arched an eyebrow.

Gentle Criminal spoke up. "While our last heist went smoothly, I think that was mostly because Muscular had diverted the Hero's attention. We can't keep hoping for strokes of luck like that."

"Much as I hate to admit it… We need another powerhouse on our team," Mastermind awkwardly put it. "I mean, Mastermind doesn't need muscle with my fantastic gadgets! I've got a couple being built that will really strike fear into the Heroes' hearts! But having another strong Supervillain would be nice, especially with the next heist I've planned."

Kouro nodded. "Yeah, my stuff's a bit… lethal. Keeping people only mildly burnt or knocked away is really tough."

"I understand completely." Giran sighed, rummaging through his contacts. "Unfortunately, it's going to be tough to find somebody who'll work with the League of Supervillains."

"Don't worry Giran! You helped me find Mastermind, you can help with this! It's hopeless and he's going to fail." Twice turned to a mirror and glared at it. "Shut up, me! Just try it, loser."

Mastermind gently patted his friend's shoulder. "Um… Twice, it's okay. Maybe… try talking to somebody else?"

Twice took a deep breath. "Yeah, yeah… thanks, Mastermind."

"Not a problem!"

Giran was just happy to see that Twice was with a group that would actually help him. Not like the other League. Merely thinking about it…

He had been approached by the Kurogiri fellow to recruit some bit thugs for a job. As soon as he'd heard back from Mastermind about that particular job he had been disturbed to hear they had clashed. Giran wasn't the most savoury character but still apologised for his role in that affair. If he'd known beforehand that they were a competitor directly opposing his clients, then he would have never done it.

In the underworld, trying to double-dip like that was practically career suicide. Short term profit at the expense of an extremely mutually beneficial relationship was not good. At least Mastermind and the rest of his group had understood it was an accident.

Giran quickly checked through his computer, frowning. "I don't have anybody who matches your specifics, but give me about a week. I should have something for you then."

Mastermind's metallic smile seemed to become more genuine. "We'll trust you with the details then! Now then, my compatriots, TO THE SECRET LAIR!" Thunder boomed in the small office as Mastermind shot up, cloak fluttering behind him dramatically.

"Don't get caught, Mastermind!" Giran waved him goodbye, chuckling.

"Oh, I don't plan to!" Mastermind called back cheerfully as his group left. Giran watched as the Mastermobile shot off into the distance.

Sitting back, Giran sighed. It wasn't going to be easy to find somebody with a Quirk capable of standing with the rest of the League of Supervillains. He knew that Twice's Quirk could possibly substitute for raw muscle but unfortunately Twice's mental state was suspect. To make things harder, Mastermind and the League's no-kill policy, much as he could respect them for holding onto their principles, meant that a lot of Villains simply turned down the invitation.

It wasn't like people with strong Quirks, large amounts of combat experience and willing to agree with Mastermind's ethos just grew on trees.

—

In the karaoke bar she went to after a long day of dealing with children and Endeavour, Fuyumi sneezed. Her friend Komori looked at her quizzically, her third beer of the night in hand. "You okay, Fuyumi?"

She shook herself, taking a pull from her own glass of beer. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Komori grinned, face flushed. "Maybe a cute guy's thinking about you!"

Fuyumi sighed slightly wistfully. Yeah, a cute guy or girl thinking about her would be nice. Still, she reached for the karaoke song list, smiling when she found one of her favourites. "Would be nice if that was true, but it probably isn't! Guess we're gonna have to sing karaoke!"

"Yeah! Go Fuyumi!" Momori raised her glass and chugged it with a fervour normally only matched by Villains.

Fuyumi cleared her throat as the drum beat started. "I'm the strong one, I'm not nervous..."

Sue her, she liked Disney films. And she needed to let off some steam after a long day.

—

Himiko smiled at the rather crispy looking guy next to her. "Hi! You a fan of Stain too?"

He huffed. "Yeah, I can get behind his words."

The broker shushed them, mopping sweat from his brow. "Remember, be on your best behaviour." Himiko frowned, already trying to judge where to stab the guy. With his beer belly, hair that somehow looked greasy and dry at the same time and flask shoved into his top shirt pocket, he wasn't cute at all.

He knocked. "Uh, Shigaraki? It's me!"

Inside, she saw the rather un-cute Tomura sitting at the countertop, and an extremely cute corgi sitting next to him with its own little bowl of water and a selection of Hero dolls next to him! Himiko immediately knew she'd made the right choice, especially since Mastermind demanded silly things like 'don't kill people.' She wanted to live her life as freely as possible!

"What is it?" Tomura rasped. "These punks any good?"

"Ah, yes, Shigaraki!" Their agent mopped his brow again. "Y-you see, I've been spreading the word you're up to something big-"

"You're Mr. Stainy's friend, aren't you?" Himiko interrupted him. Tomura glared at her, then looked at the dog. She continued, a bright, happy smile on her face. "Well, I wanna join your League of Villains!"

"You are super gross in person, dude," the burnt guy commented.

Tomura seemed to twitch, still looking at his dog. The dog in question looked at them, then bounded over happily, tongue slobbering all over her. She giggled, stroking the cutie in front of her. This was one cutie she didn't want to drain dry! It even went over to the burnt guy and licked him, and to his credit he didn't really react beyond a brief smirk.

With that, Tomurai heaved a sigh. "Alright Shoujiki, guess Mon likes them." Their broker breathed a sigh of relief.

"Y-yeah! I knew that would happen!" Getting a bit of pep in his step, Shoujiki came over to them. "First off, Kurogiri, can I get the finders' fee now?" As a wad of cash came from Kurogiri he rapidly talked.

"Let's start with the highschool cutie here!" Shoujiki licked his lips. "While the news has been keeping her name and face out of the media circus, she's wanted for a string of murders by exsanguination. That's bloodletting, in case you didn't know."

"I know what exsanguination means you fucking - nice broker," Tomura grit his teeth. "Why doesn't she speak for herself then?"

Himiko's smile widened. "The name's Toga Himiko! Life's too hard, so I want to make the world easier to live in!" Her grin widened. "I kill Mr. Stainy so I can become Mr. Stainy and every other cutie out there! I wanna join you, Tomura, since you can help make that happen!"

Tomura paused, then grinned. "An easier world to live in, huh… Guess I can promise that. As long as you want to kill Mastermind."

"Okay, that was easy!" Himiko grinned. "Way easier than trying to deal with Mastermind and his 'no kill' policy. Murder is cute!"

She giggled at that, Tomura giving her a look. "Okay… and the burnt piece of toast over there?"

"Ah, him?" Shoujiki paused, mopping some sweat from his brow. "W-well, he doesn't have a criminal record, but this young man is enamoured with the Hero Killer's ideals! So I felt I had to recommend him!"

"Honestly, I'm not sure about this…" the burnt guy said. "How serious can this guy be?"

Mon yapped at Tomura, clawing at his leg, who sighed. "Okay, here's your toy." He picked up an Endeavour doll and tossed it down to the dog. Growling, it tore the doll to shreds systematically, finishing its simulated carnage by cocking its leg and taking a great big wee all over the shredded remains of the doll.

The burnt man burst out laughing at that. "Alright, I'm in. You can call me Dabi."

"...Real name, jackass?" Tomura growled.

Dabi shook his head. "Oh, I'm saving that reveal for later." He paused. "...So, do you know any good dancers or choreographers, by any chance? Kind of need some help with my own plot."

Tomura seemed exasperated. "Yeah, sure, whatever." He sighed. "I know we need more men for the League of Villains to crush Mastermind and Hero society, but… is this it?"

Somebody knocked on the door. Shoujiki smiled anxiously. "W-well, there was one more… A very interesting young man! He asked to come later because he had something to do…"

"Who the fuck-"

Himiko raised an eyebrow as the next person came in. The guy had a lizard mutation paired with a blue oni mask mapped to his face and red goggles, matching the blue and white outfit he'd chosen to wear. A couple of swords were strapped on his back, along with a variety of knives.

"The name's Splatter. I'm looking to join your League of Villains. I'm a big fan of Stain's-"

Tomura made a choking noise.

—

Shuichi took a deep breath as Shigaraki glared at him. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Unbidden, he flashed back to the conversation he'd had with his master. That was certainly an involved one…

—

Earlier…

Stain gave him a serious look from where he lay in bed. "I have a special mission for you, Spinner."

"What is it, Sensei?" Shuichi asked.

"It's going to be tough, and will almost certainly result in you gaining a criminal record. But I need you to keep an eye on Shigaraki."

He baulked at that. "But-but he tried to kill you!"

"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer," Stain rasped. "In all honesty, arguing on social media isn't part of my ethos. It won't help my cause of creating a better society - far from it."

Shuichi opened his mouth, then closed it when he remembered all of the drama on social media. "Point. But why would I infiltrate the League of Villains anyway?"

Stain pushed himself up a bit more. "Much as I hate them, they're just going to continue their murder spree. Dealing with them would be easier if we knew who they were. See if you can sway some of his people to our side - the side of righteousness."

For a few seconds, Shuichi stared at his hands, then straightened up. "Sensei, ever since I became your pupil, I-I felt like I had a purpose. Some great empty hole in my heart has been filled just by fighting the good fight."

He took a deep breath. "I'll do it."

Back in the present, he blinked with faux innocence at Shigaraki. Shuichi knew that Shigaraki had tried to get rid of Stain and was using his name without actually caring about his philosophy and was going to milk that for all it was worth. "...Trying to get recruited for your League of Villains, what about you?"

Shigaraki glared at the rest of the room. "Why are you idiots acting like you've never seen him before? He's the guy who was with Stain in Hosu!"

Shuichi swore in his head. He'd honestly thought that Shigaraki didn't know - Shoujiki sure hadn't, and that guy had tried to recruit a bunch of Stain fans already. Then a thought struck him. "No, I'm not that guy, though he is admittedly really handsome and ripped. What, you think all people with lizard mutations look the same?"

Toga's eyes widened. "Oh - I thought that as well, I am so sorry!" She glared at Shigaraki. "Can't believe you're being Quirkist, Tomura! Not cute, not cute at all!"

Shigaraki looked bewildered. "...What?"

Dabi shook his head. "Wow. I mean, I tried to barbeque my oh so perfect little brother when he was a baby, but at least I'm not a Quirkist."

—

In the training room with Shouto, Endeavour paused. "I may have engaged in a Quirk marriage and had four kids for the sole purpose of beating All Might, but at least I'm not an anti-Heteromorph. I care about ability first and appearance second."

On the training mat, Shouto paused. "...Why did you say that?"

Endeavour blinked, momentarily dumbfounded. "I have no idea." He shook his head. "Anyway, back to training."

—

Shuichi enjoyed the flustered look on Shigaraki's face. Served him right for trying to kill his sensei."I-I'm not a Quirkist! I hate everybody equally!"

Toga gave him a disgusted look. "Sure you do." She bowed politely. "Sorry about that, Mr. Splatter!"

Shuichi waved it off. "Eh, it's alright. That handsome devil Spinner and I look a lot alike, it's an easy mistake to make, isn't it?"

Shigaraki glared at him, then threw his hands in the air. "Fine. I'm sorry for mistaking you for somebody else." His dog came up to Shuichi and started to rub its head on him affectionately, rolling over for belly rubs as he bent over. Shigaraki sighed. "Whelp, welcome to the League, Splatter. Any skills?"

Shuichi grinned, pulling out an apple from his pocket. He tossed it into the air, gripped his sword-

Snicker-Snack!

-A blur of steel later and the apple came down again, apparently whole. Shigaraki cackled. "Wow, you didn't-"

Shiguchi lightly tapped the apple, and it split into six pieces. Internally, he was extremely happy - Stain had described him as 'born to use a sword,' and that praise chuffed him. Shigaraki glared at it, then him. "...Very impressive," Shigaraki growled. "You down to try and deal with Mastermind?"

When Shiguchi nodded he sighed. "Fine, perfect! You're all in the actual, superior League of Villains, I'll let you know what my next move is gonna be. Until then, I'm going out."

He stomped off, throwing the door open. Shuichi nervously swallowed. Now that he was here… He really had to think about what that meant.

"Hi! Nice to meetcha, Splatter!"

He jumped at the sound of Toga's voice. He hadn't even heard her move! She beamed up at him, sharp teeth glinting. "Again, sorry for being a bit Quirkist earlier! I'm the last person to say that somebody should be judged for their Quirk!"

"Ah… thank you?"

Her happy smile got even wider. Shuichi took a deep breath. His master had trusted him with this mission, so he was going to see it through.

Dabi grunted. "So we're all in this because we agree with Stain's ideals, aren't we? Kill fake heroes and all that."

His smile twitched. Yeah, this was going to be hard. Honestly he doubted if anybody had an ordeal on a similar level.

—

Mina felt mildly offended for some reason. She shrugged it off, instead turning to her notes with an uncharacteristic scowl on her face. "Why is this so hard?!"

Upon hearing that Hatsume was interested in Midoriya she had thought it was easy street! Even if Hatsume wasn't able to ask Midoriya out, she could tell from the glances and blushes on their faces that Hatsume and Melissa were interested, so that could work as well. Then Midoriya showed considerable interest in Melissa as well and they knew each other to boot!

Only problem was, none of them seemed ready to try and commit.

"Argh!" Mina flopped on her bed, pouting. She knew she wasn't the brightest student in class - that honour was reserved for the likes of Melissa and Yaoyorozu. But surely these dorks could actually tell that there was mutual interest?

She had subtly got them to eat lunch together and had watched, in hopes that Hatsume or Melissa would pop the question. She had been disappointed. There had been huge amounts of flushing, stammering when focused on one or both of the other parties… Mina had hoped that one of them would ask the other out or something.

Instead they'd awkwardly finished their meals and left clumsily. Midoriya had bumped into a chair. Hatsume had ignored a piece of broken Support equipment on another student's table. And Melissa had absent mindedly broken part of the table off when she'd stood up.

It was poignant. It was frustrating. She had no idea how three people so smart could be so dumb. Honestly she'd thought that Hatsume would ask one of them out at least - she struck Mina as somebody who would just outright tell somebody she was interested.

Mina cast her eyes up at the ceiling, despairingly. There had to be a way to solve this problem! Uncomprehendingly, she looked over her shipping charts once again. Izuku likes Melissa, Melissa likes Mei, Mei likes Izuku, Izuku likes Mei, Mei likes Melissa, Melissa likes Izuku…

Her eyes widened. How could she have been so blind? Clearly, the answer was a polycule!

"Man, I'm gonna have to suggest this to Hatsume and Melissa next time!" She cheered. Mina pulled out her phone to tell Sayuu the good news.

Think I solved ur problem get me my natto

Within a few seconds, Sayuu responded. Thnk god.

Mina grinned as she sent Sayuu the details. Her instinct for romance was on point, as always! Though she wondered if any of them would figure it out on their own.

—

Inkblot looked over at Mastermind, sighing as they drove to their next heist site in what looked like a plain black van. "So, have you actually talked to either of them about your crush?"

Mastermind giggled shrilly. "Uh, no? I-I just haven't been able to find an opportunity," he sighed.

She sighed at that. "Look, you promised you'd make the effort to talk to them after the Art Gallery Job."

"I-I know!" Carefully he rounded the corner. Crazy to think that he'd been breaking the law all this time since he didn't have a driver's licence. Ironically he was a better driver than a couple of his fellow Supervillains, which was always weird. "But what do I say? 'Oh, I have a crush on you but I'm also a Supervillain?'"

Gentle Criminal reached forward to pat Mastermind on the shoulder. "Whatever choice you make, young man, we will support you."

Mr. Compress nodded sagely as they stopped at a light next to a bus stop. "Indeed! Romance may seem daunting but you'll get the hang of it. As Inkblot here has already demonstrated," flushing bright red, Sumi slapped him, which he cheerfully ignored, "you definitely have qualities that women are interested in!"

Sumi sighed as Mastermind spluttered. "On that note… Are you sure about this? Because I don't think Endeavour's going to be happy."

They'd tracked down some super rare painting to this place, some elaborate fire themed piece. She had to admit she could see the appeal of sneaking into the Number Two Hero's house and stealing some pricey piece of art, though that just meant getting potentially burnt by the man himself. Still, they needed extra cash for some of Mastermind's projects, and selling a piece like this could help them out.

Mastermind waved her off. "Pssh, it's going to be easy! The most security that place has is the front gate - there's not even any security cameras! Though I do have to wonder why the Number Two Hero has no security in his house."

"Probably because he is the security?"

Mastermind seemed to grin. "Ah, but right now Endeavour is at his office working. Nowhere near his house. We go in, get the painting, and get out!"

"Well, if you're absolutely sure…" Sumi frowned as they pulled up. Keeping an eye out for trouble, Mr. Compress tossed a couple of marbles out, turning them back into a ladder and a satchel to carry the art in. Stretching it over the main gate, Inkblot came over the top, then whistled upon seeing the place. "Man, that's a nice place."

It really was - the place was probably pre-Quirk given the style. It was a traditional Japanese manor that sort of fit Endeavour despite how angry and on fire he was. Inkblot admired the view for a second longer, then quietly snuck up closer.

As Mastermind had said, there was no security in this place at all. Carefully navigating the dark hallways, Inkblot and Mr. Compress eventually came upon the room where the painting was displayed. "Careful…" Mr. Compress warned as Inkblot eased it off the wall.

She wanted to yell at him as she pulled it down. "Not a problem-"

Just as she got it down, a young woman with white hair streaked with red rounded the corner, bleary eyed in the dim light. She rubbed her eyes, then stared directly at Inkblot. Inkblot froze right back, in the middle of lifting the painting off the wall. As the woman opened her mouth, Mr. Compress hastily hit her with some of Kouro's gas mixed with his fake warp smoke from a canister. "Okay, nearly bad."

Inkblot nearly swore. "Who the hell was that?! Why'd you gas her?!"

"We can't have her raise the alarm and it's better than killing her!" Mr. Compress hissed.

She took a deep breath. "Okay, now let's get this painting and get out-"

More footsteps came from around the corner. Inkblot and Mr. Compress traded a look, then he compressed the unconscious woman, turning to run. Rather ungraciously they got out as quickly and quietly as they could, leaping the wall and getting back into the van with the rest of the League.

—

Izuku was really glad he'd told his mother that he was staying at a friends' place tonight to study and get ready for the I-Island Expo. It meant that he didn't feel bad about keeping something like this hidden.

Back in their base, Izuku stuck his fist into his mouth when he saw who they'd abducted. She lay sprawled out on their couch, still knocked out by Kouro's gas. "That's Todoroki Fuyumi!"

He knew the publicly known families of all the Top Fifty Heroes. How could he not recognise her from certain events? Even if Endeavour's family was quite private, he had had to show them at some point.

Inkblot's eyes widened as she put it together. "Is she-"

"Endeavour's daughter, yes," he squeaked.

Golden Grin was in a similar state. "We got his daughter. Oh, god, he's gonna go full Liam Neeson on us," he moaned. Next to him, Kouro was hyperventilating.

"Wait, you watched Taken? That's a rather old reference," Gentle Criminal managed, shakily pouring a cup of tea. Golden Grin didn't answer, stuck in his state of misery.

Izuku took a deep breath. "Okay, okay! It's… this isn't unsalvageable! We-we've got some backup stuff! And hopefully Giran can find some additional muscle soonish so we can survive!"

The rest of the League stared at him like he was mad. "...This is a bit different from the last time we tried something like this, Mastermind," Gentle Criminal managed.

"Yeah, she's Endeavour's daughter. Golden Grin's right, we're going to get Liam Neesoned," La Brava agreed.

"W-well, we won't know until we try!" Plan already forming, he clapped his hands. "And besides, we still have time before he comes home!"

The League looked between each other, then sighed. "Alright, Mastermind. You haven't steered us wrong yet," Golden Grin managed.

Gentle Criminal and La Brava shrugged. "She hasn't been hurt by Kouro's gas, has she?"

Kouro himself shook his head. "I-I know how much gas is in those canisters. Not enough to cause damage."

Izuku beamed, then nodded. "Right, might as well start rehearsing a 'not so different' speech…"

"Should we tie her up?" Golden Grin asked.

Gentle Criminal shook his head. "That would be rather… uncouth, tying up an unconscious young lady like that. We can hopefully keep an eye on her so she doesn't escape."

—

Fuyumi woke up to the sound of heavy footfalls, slightly groggily and with her eyes still closed. She was lying on an unfamiliar soft surface - it felt like she was lying on a couch. The memory of a masked man spraying her with gas came back and she winced. The League of Supervillains had kidnapped her from her father's house for… some reason?

She had to admit, she'd never been directly threatened with a kidnapping in her life. It was a small reason why she was grateful for Endeavour basically ignoring her and Natsuo for most of their lives - it meant that she'd never been an important enough Hero child to kidnap. What could Mastermind even want her for?

She cracked an eye open, watching the figure - Mastermind - pacing. The rest of the League of Supervillains was similarly anxious, given Inkblot anxiously chewing on her fingernails and Gentle Criminal sloshing tea into his glass.

"-When you're a professional Supervillain like us, you're always with friends! Friends who understand you and what you want, and will help you achieve your dreams!"

For a second, Fuyumi stopped. While she had seen their camaraderie, she hadn't really heard it stated so bluntly before.

Mastermind continued monologuing, oblivious to her internal dilemma. "At the League of Supervillains, what we value most is freedom and equality - everybody is an important part of the team! We can do what we want, when we want! Don't you want that kind of freedom?"

Fuyumi's mind whirled. Was… was this some sort of weird recruitment pitch? Did they want her to be a Supervillain or something? That was…

Insane, she wanted to say. The idea of just joining a Villain like Mastermind was completely out there! She was a schoolteacher, for god's sake!

And yet…

Fuyumi looked back on her life. Freedom hadn't really been part of it until adulthood. And even then, she stayed at home because someone had to support Shouto since Natsuo left and Touya… technically left. And being a teacher didn't leave her as much free time as most professions had.

She had never rebelled against her father - Fuyumi hadn't had it in her to do that. And yet… After Touya's death, her mother's downward spiral and Shouto's understandably refusing to use the fire side of his Quirk, Fuyumi had a lot to deal with. Going out drinking and singing karaoke was only doing so much to relieve her stress.

Fuyumi made a decision right then. She sat up, startling Mastermind. "Holy - you're-you're awake! Uh… Mwa-hahaha! You're in my evil lair-"

Fuyumu chuckled, cutting him short. "Alright, you've convinced me. I'm in."

He stared at her. "...Huh?"

She managed a smile. "I… guess I'm joining you and the League of Supervillains."

"Um… What?"

AN: Sorry this is late. I got caught up in this crazy game we call life. I really didn't want this to take as long as it did but that's just how it went.

So! It got joked about/suggested, so here it is! Todoroki Fuyumi is joining the superior League! What even is her Quirk? I dunno!

In all seriousness, I do think she kind of got the short end of the stick a bit. Surface Pressure is a very… appropriate song for Fuyumi, especially since she was essentially promoted to a third parent since her mother got institutionalised.

And Splatter is part of the inferior League as a spy! And quite a bit more competent than he was in canon! Can he keep them relatively decent? Againl, who knows?

As always, thank you Banchoking for editing. Please comment and like, give me more wacky ideas like this one! Don't forget I have a Discord: link is in previous chapter.

Next time, we'll finish this recruitment thing and maybe move to different pastures. Until then, see you next time.