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Spinner won't meet her eyes.

He just.

He feels like he can't.

This whole thing feels wrong. Very, very wrong.

He and Tomura, they kidnapped her. They could have just asked her to hang out, but Tomura insisted it had something to do with demoralizing hero society, which Spinner doesn't really disagree with in general but.

This?

Suzy is their friend!

And she's good, like, genuinely a good person. Not like those faux heroes who are only interested in popularity contests, not like police who take one look at scales and decide 'guilty', not like his neighbors and classmates or anyone else in his garbage home town.

She is good.

And they kidnapped her.

The whole way to the camp he'd been waffling about the idea. Stealing away their friend, betraying her trust in them, what were they doing?

They could have taken any of the kids. The angry blond one. The sanctimonious one. Even Endeavor's kid. They could have taken any of them.

(Well. They did take the creepy kid, but that was technically an accident. And the others were all on the list, but Suzume shouldn't have been on it in the first place!)

Instead they'd picked her.

And Shuichi had never had quite so many mixed feelings about someone that he considered a friend than he did Shiga.

Dusty.

Shigaraki.

Shigaraki Tomura, who is apparently a criminal, an accomplice of Stains, and just.

Confusing.

The more time Shuichi spends with him the more he wonders if Tomura even knows himself. The man is a walking ball of contradictions. Shuichi's not sure he even knows what he wants with Suzy there. To destroy society? To test his friends? They both know perfectly well that if the whole of the world couldn't deter her from the hero path, neither of them are going to.

Shuichi's never met someone so stubborn.

Well. Shigaraki might be more stubborn. Or at the very least as stubborn.

He's less childish than he was when they first met online months ago, when he'd been more 'Home School Kid' than even Shuichi was. So that was something. But still! He's angry at the world and impulsive, but then turn the corner and he's putting together a plan that incorporates multiple quirks, villains, personality traits, and an entire topographical map. He's not patient, he's moody, but he's smart and determined in his own way.

Shuichi sits at the bar, holding a glass nearly emptied of water. If he really did have a tail it would be twitching nervously. As it was, he drums his nails against the glass and watches Suzume's sharp eyes take in the room.

Out of the handful of people who had gone to the summer camp seeking out their quarries, now only a few had returned. Himself, Magne, Toga, Mr. Compress, and Mustard. The other's hadn't made it to the meeting point, and he has no idea if that means that they were captured or just delayed too long. Either way, they're on their own now. There's no rescue plan underway, which rankles him if he's being entirely honest.

The two women sit at a booth together, fallen silent now, while Compress perches on a bar stool beside Shuichi. Mustard has finally pulled his mask off, and sits on his own at a table. The kid looks significantly less ominous with his mousy brown hair and a growing bruise on his cheek. His pupils are dilated, probably from exposure to his own quirk. It's not the most fast acting, but it covers a lot of area, and it did its job in this case.

Shuichi glances again at Shigaraki and Suzume when their 'fearless leader' finally speaks. His red eyes look down at the broken TV under Suzume's feet. Shuichi knows someone else had been observing them through it.

"Well that was just rude."

"You don't get to complain about my manners when you just kidnapped me you shit head!" She snaps instantly. Forget the blond kid, she has temper enough on her own. The messy braid her hair had been stuffed into is falling out around her shoulders. Her arms cross, pulling at her puffy sleeved yellow shirt. Under the cut off of her black overall-shorts Shuichi can see bruises on her legs and a cut alongside one knee.

"What the actual fuck is going on here?!"

"I think you summed it up pretty well," Shigaraki drawls. "Take a seat. There's no point fighting. You're out numbered and out gunned."

Mustard waves his revolver around as if to demonstrate the truth in Shigaraki's words.

"I could always break your ribs again," she snaps, her black eyes burning like coals in a fire. For someone who doesn't even come up to his shoulders, the threat should be laughable.

Instead, Shigaraki scoots further back on his stool, and puts his deadly hands in front of him.

Just in case.

It occurs to Shuichi rather suddenly that they now have two very dangerous, very insane teenage girls sitting in the room.

Because Suzume just threatened to risk her own life for a chance at breaking someone's ribs because he wronged her.

Yeah.

Yeah, she's crazy.

His friends are crazy.

Great.

Shigaraki tries to shrug off the threat while Toga giggles in the background. Her gold eyes dance and her hair falls around her shoulders. Some of it had been burnt off at some point, but she doesn't seem too worried about the newly singed tips.

"Take a seat," Shigaraki tells her gruffly. "You're not the only UA brat that we have here."

That, at least, makes Suzume pause. Her eyes narrow, snake like and hard, and she stomps over to the nearest barstool. Pieces of metal crunch under her boots and she sits down with her feet braced on the bar at the bottom of the stool. Her arms cross, but Shuichi can see the tension in them.

She's ready to move. Ready to bolt at a moment's notice.

In the room right now, Mustard is probably the one who stands the best chance against her. All of them are close range fighters, and Kurogiri could toss her into the ocean but that would also let her escape and render their entire point here moot, and waste all the time, energy, and resources they'd put into this. Shigaraki could disintegrate her, but Shuichi is positive he won't. Toga… actually he had no idea who comes out on top in that fight. Toga is crazy, and Suzume is crazy, and they're both good at close range fighting. He and Magne have bulk and height on their side, but Suzume took down a grown man before and beat plenty of kids during the Sports Festival.

Compress would just have to stick her in another marble if she doesn't cooperate, he figures. The man's quirk worked with just a touch, and he was a sneaky bastard.

"Well?" she asks at length. Her gaze flicks from Shigaraki to Shuichi and he looks away quickly.

She doesn't address it, at least, but he can feel her gaze on him like a physical thing. This is not the same girl they'd gone to see. She's not a stranger, but there she hadn't seemed… dangerous. Less like a teenager being held hostage and more like a grown adult considering every inch of the room around her. Before, when they'd hung out, there had been nothing about her that set his scales on edge and now.

Now his every instinct was telling him being in a locked room with her was a mistake.

He wanted to beat his head in a wall for ever being part of this, for ever helping grab her no matter who had recruited him. But he couldn't change that now. He couldn't go back, start the level over and make a different choice. That wasn't how life worked.

"Well," Shigaraki drawls, and his fingers twitch inwards. "Welcome to the League of Villains."

Suzume cocks her head.

"Oh, this isn't Lovemuffin?"

Shigaraki stops, mid dramatic reveal. He's not the only one. Everyone stares at Suzume, and her bizarre nonsense. Shuichi has to wonder if she'd hit her head at some point.

"It isn't. What?"

"Lovemuffin." Suzume repeats. "You know, League Of Villainous Evildoers Maniacally United For Frightening Investments in Naughtiness. I bet you don't even have a musical number rehearsed. Or choreographed!"

Shigaraki stares at her blankly, then looks at Compress. He points an accusing finger at the magician themed thief.

"Do your marbles do brain damage or something?"

Even with the black and white mask on, Shuichi gets the feeling that Compress is frowning in offense.

"My quirk is perfectly safe on living people! Maybe the heroes trained her too hard." He gestures as he speaks, elegant and tricky hands flowing with his words.

"There's no such thing as training too hard," Suzume says, looking affronted. "If you can still move, you can still do push ups."

It sounds like something someone out of a shitty Kung Fu movie would say when they'd just worked themselves into a coma, and Shuichi can't stop the concern that wells up inside him. That is not a healthy way to look at getting stronger, he's sure of it.

Compress stares at her. "... okay, so she's insane. That's not my fault!"

"Insane?! I'm not the one who thought kidnapping me was a good idea!"

"If you think the heroes will be here to save you any time soon-"

Suzume cuts Shigaraki off. "I'm not talking about the heroes. I'm talking about my family."

Shigaraki scoffs at her. "Your brother might be a little wannabe working with Gang Orca but-"

"But my father is Kono Sanjiro."

The name means nothing at all to Shuichi, but Shigaraki stops talking, Kurogiri stiffens behind the bar and Compress takes two large steps away from her.

If names have power, she just dropped a big one, and all of Shuichi's doubts are dashed away by the sudden knowledge that the three most criminal among them look uneasy. Not scared, if only because Shuichi can't see any of their faces, but Compress is suddenly looking between the door and the girl and Shigaraki sounds less sure of himself.

"He's in prison," Shigaraki says slowly.

Suzume leans on the bar and taps the heel of her boot on the stool supports.

"So?"

"He was retired."

She arches a slim brow, making her scar tug with it. Her sweet, heart shaped face looks wrong. Not worried, not cautious.

Sharp, predatory, and snake-like. Shuichi can picture now with her brother's quirk, with a mouth full of venom and paralyzing claws instead of well trimmed nails. She looks like she should be deadly.

He tries to remember the old rhyme about striped snakes. Red and yellow, you're a dead fellow, yellow on black you're okay jack? Or was it, black and yellow, you're a dead fellow?

"So?"

Shigaraki growls at her, and Shuichi can hear Toga asking Magne who in the hell Kono Sanjiro even is. He'd like to know too, but he's too busy watching Shigaraki grab paper towels and turn them to dust in his hands. Like a nervous tick.

"Then we'll handle him whenever he arrives. If he arrives. They have him locked up pretty tight, you know."

"I know," she assures, then turns towards Kurogiri. "Yo, can I get an Abstinence on the Beach?"

"A what?" Shigaraki asks, bewildered by the sudden change. "You can't just order a drink here!"

Kurogiri doesn't even blink (if he even can) and starts mixing something for her. Apparently he knows more english than Shigaraki and Shuichi do.

"It's a bar. You kidnapped me. If you were going to kill me you would have done it already, so you want me alive. In one piece too, or I might be missing some skin as is. And if you didn't want me to order a drink, you shouldn't have brought me to a bar. You could have gone thematic, with some big evil lair, or whimsical with mini golf-"

"Mini golf?!"

"But instead we're at a bar. So I'm having something to drink."

"You're like, twelve!"

"What are you, a cop?"

Shuichi watches the two argue back and forth like a table tennis match.

He is very, very lost.