updates in the future are probably gonna be later, cause of school being back after thanksgiving

Sasaki Mirai was a late bloomer as a boy. In the mind of a child, the future rarely managed to stick around in the constant whirlwind of chaos known as the brain of a kid.

When Sasaki turned eight, his quirk formed without his or his parent's knowledge, and with such a simple trigger point, an accidental vision was bound to happen. In truth, accidentally seeing a few hours into the future of his friend was arguably one of the best case scenarios for his quirk. And indeed, he had gotten over it just like the rest of his childhood fears.

So why– "...are you feeling that fear again after all these years, right? That's what you were going to say?"

His eyes moved up to the Future Devil, and Nighteye stilled at the sadistic gaze of the devil only for its malice to disappear into a facade of mirth. Devil. That's what he'd been calling it. He was not a man of irrationality, but… something more than just years of diligently trained instincts and muscle memory caused him to fear this thing. It was as if a light switch in his primal brain finally turned on.

Spreading its arms wide, the Future Devil chortled and as if reading his mind, informed Sasaki. "Good, good! I was afraid my kind would have to start from zero, but it seems that humans of any world remember. Niiiice!"

His body was still recovering from whatever just happened, no way in hell could he even grab one of his density seals, let alone throw it at a pace that didn't rival a snail. It seemed content to bask in its own… joke?

"Man, lighten up already! Going from one guy with a shitty attitude to another, man this suuuuuuuuuucks!"

Against his better judgement, Sasaki scoffed at that. "You infiltrated my mind already, you should know my thoughts on good humor."

"Jeez…" The devil bent back and made an exaggerated sound of shock as it placed one of its hands over its gaping torso and in a mocking tone suggested. "Are you calling me unfunny?"

"Yes. Humor derived from mocking others is inherently low brow."

The devil, still reclined backward, leaned its head forward slightly and made eye contact in false annoyance with Sasaki. Taking the chance, Sasaki lunged forward from the ground to try and grasp the fut–

"Don't."

"Nngh!" Damn, that was a fast reaction. Getting your head slammed into the ground is very unpleasant for someone who was ready to vomit a minute prior, Sasaki learned.

"Believe me, Sasaki. You barely handled a few weeks into the eyes of Chainsaw with my help, your head would crack open if you saw even a thousandth of what I see."

Spitting out blood on his now cracked tiled floor, Sasaki grimaced. "It was worth an effort, but I was right that you didn't know everything about me. You don't even know how my quirk works."

Practically preening, Future's crushingly tight grip on his head slipped off. "Smart. But even so, I have the advantage over youuu~! Come on, you might have pissed me off but I'm still open to the idea of you being my sidekick!"

Raising his hands up in defeat, Sasaki stood up as a small stream of blood trickled down his forehead. His fiery gaze only made Future giggle. "Have you come here to gloat? What are your motives in messing with my foresight of the boy, and what the hell are you?"

Doing a small jig to Sasaki's slight amusement, Future waved him off and replied casually, "Just think of my interference with your visions as a little contract I had to fulfill. You know how it is with your bosses, right? And hey, what's with the dumb questions man? I already told you what I am."

Irritated, Sasaki said in reply, "You expect me to believe the paranormal is real? How do I know you're not just a villain?"

Sasaki stayed still as Future's rough hands formed a finger gun pose and pointed directly into his temple, tapping it. "I think you know what I am. You and I are very close. I was there when you first saw that future of that friend of yours. I'm there every time you use that biological miracle known as a quirk. I was there when you saw your dear old idol–"

"Enough. I understand that you do not want to kill me, clearly, you've used me as a means to escape wherever you were before. But you have not yet escaped. You want something out of me that you can't obtain with my memories. What do you want?"

Retracting its hand from Nighteye's forehead, the devil stayed quiet for a second longer than Sasaki expected. In place of its jovial tone, a more serious one answered him. "The future is everything and everywhere at all times, that's why it rules! …But I'm not the future. I'm the future's devil. I'm thankful for that. You know why?"

Slightly surprised at the devil cutting off his monologue so quickly, Sasaki pondered the riddle for a few moments before replying. "Because you would know everything before it even happened."

The false six eyes of the devil stared at him again, amused. "Yes. I'm rather a bibliophile myself, and I just love tragedies. I've seen snippets of your end. It's alright, I suppose. I'm more interested in someone you will cross paths with soon."

"Elaborate."

"You wish to change the future of the man you adore so much right? I can help."

A Faustian deal? He's been offered that plenty, none worth a damn. The future is set in stone as much as the laws that govern reality are immutable. And yet…

"It's quite simple. You don't even have to give up anything. Just make sure to talk to a specific someone. I'll live in your head peacefully, and I'll give you free visions with instructions on what to do. You'll run into the person I want to meet on your own anyway, I'll just ask you to keep an eye out for them. You can save your precious All Might from dying. Win-win."

Future spread out its arms as its vines contorted and stretched in violent shapes, and cackled. "So what do you say, Sasaki Mirai? Care to make a deal with the devil?"

Lowering his hands and placing his glasses on, Sasaki sighed and sat down on his chair. A face of a man with the nerves of steel stared unflinchingly into the Future Devil's veneer, which he just knew was smirking at him. "Will you allow me some additional time to write down a more definitive agreement for this?"

Future's arms and head drooped down and Sasaki could almost see a rain cloud raining down on the devil now as it groaned, "Ugh, dude, you ruined the moment. Whatever, you agree to the base deal, right?"

Sorry, Toshinori. It seems your old sidekick is getting himself into trouble again. "Yes."

The tiles underneath the devil's feet cracked under the pressure it emitted. "Then the contract is sealed."

The world shook as the future howled in laughter.

After what seemed like an eternity, Denji kicked over some rubbish while walking behind Giran and spoke up, "So we gonna keep walking in silence til we get there or are ya gonna tell me what this organization is about?"

Giran took a drag of his cigarette and chuckled, "Well, sure. Normally we'd go by train. But those yakuza you beat the shit out of were part of the Eight Precepts. It's only been around an hour since then, but my contacts keep messaging me about their declaration of war. You really screwed the pooch there."

"The hell? Was I supposed to just get gunned down by that weird ass bone contract?"

"Hell's a contract?"

Denji stumbled as he realized, "Right, forgot. I meant his bone arm gun thing."

Blowing out another puff– okay seriously, this guy had to have smoked a whole fucking pack already in the hour Denji had met him– Giran only raised a single brow to show his confusion, "You a country hick or something? That was pretty obviously his quirk."

"Uh, yeah that's what I meant." Shit. Now this guy is gonna think he's a dumbass. "Want to refresh me on that though?"

A small chuckle ran through the older man's body before he replied, "Sure, whatever you say kid. Quirks are just the official government name that Japan uses for the powers pretty much everyone on Earth is born with. That guy with the claws and the guy with the… 'bone arm gun' you tussled with are examples of the more average ones. But, some win the lottery with super intelligence or regeneration or something. Other times, you have a pig face."

Keeping the worst poker face in the history of poker faces, Denji inwardly let loose all of his giddiness. This is just like those manga he and Pochita would read each other! Well, he said read, but he and Pochita mostly just looked at the pretty art. But still, he could be like those super smart tactical manga heroes who planned everything ahead and got all the babes! Oh, wait. He did beat the shit out of those yakuza. Damn.

Scratching his head after his minor mental tangent, Denji processed this information. It sounded pretty important. "So you let me join cuz of my uhh... quirk, right? Wait, do you have one?"

"Yeah, something minor compared to yours. I can make anyone I touch on the head have mild memory problems for the past five and next five minutes when I activate my quirk."

Huh. Kind of neat. Note to self, don't let Giran near head.

Finally, Giran stopped walking after they took a turn and finally saw the road instead of wall after wall of graffiti and trash. Raising a single finger to his lips, he took out a key and opened a door to a dusty building.

Taking out his cigarette, he threw it in an overfilled trash can to his right and waited for Denji's eyes to adjust to the inky darkness of the abandoned mall. Together they walked up the broken escalator of the mall and approached a seemingly barren corner of the building.

Giran paused and looked back to Denji as he said, "Oh, right. I dodged your question back then. My client is gonna explain to you all the details, but I'll warn you right now. This is the last chance you have to back out if you don't want trouble with us either."

Denji nodded, "Yeah, nowhere else to be. Are you gonna at least tell me what the name of the organization is?"

Giran thought for a second and shrugged. "Sure. The leader calls it the League of Villains. Pretty corny, but it's spot on."

Pushing inwardly on one section of the wall, it swung backward as a hidden door. Slightly surprised, Denji waited outside as Giran let himself in.

Leaning on the side of the frame, Denji could barely see the fancy wooden insides of the room as Giran half shouted."Shigaraki! Didja like the U.A. tournament?"

Denji almost thought Giran was crazy for a solid second before he heard a raspy voice respond in annoyance, "...Did you come here for a reason?"

Chuckling, Giran made a waving motion for Denji to walk over. "I brought over a new potential friend for the league!"

Walking past Giran, Denji examined the room. It was a damn nice bar, some weird cloud looking guy was… polishing a bottle and another guy was sitting down on a stool slumped over. Deciding to ignore the man's hand fetish, Denji subtly placed his own hand near his pull cord in a flat five and introduced himself, "Yo. My name's Denji, I beat the shit out of some yakuza earlier today a little too hard and whatever. You're the leader right?"

Looking up with tired eyes, Shigaraki drew out a mix of a groan and a growl before he finally deigned to give Denji a response. "Giran, you just dragged some brat here cause you see him beating on some low-level NPCs?"

Giran's hand patted Denji's back as he responded good naturedly, "Come now, the boy's quirk was top tier. You want to be number one right? Start with the weak and dated gangs, go cannibalize the old gods and you'll make it big. I've brought you some good members before already. Trust me."

Scoffing, Shigaraki barked out, "You want me to trust him? He's wearing that shitty hero's merch. Get the hell out of my–"

"Hey, I didn't want these fucking clothes," Denji then proceeded to forget about his tactical plan of having his hand near his pull cord and waved them up in anger. "I just woke up naked on some fucking beach, and these were the only options I had!"

Whatever drink Shiggy had been nursing returned to dust at Denji's interruption. The man stood up, his hands uncurling as Denji's hand reached for hi–

"Tomura Shigaraki," the soothing voice of the (ghost?) bartender held both unruly boys at bay. "The boy is not lying. No All Might fan would willingly sever the arms of a villain, Giran informed me of how he dispatched the yakuza."

'Tch," turning his head away in admittance to his advice, Shigaraki scratched intensely at his neck. "Whatever. What the league needs right isn't a bunch of small fry nobodies, we need bigger names."

Damn. He really was not gonna like this guy. "I'm kind of a big deal from where I come from, ya know. Don't act like I'm not here."

Shigaraki sighed, "Fine. If you're not up to snuff, it's on Giran and Shigaraki. Do you eve–"

The man stopped instantly, his entire body freezing as a monitor behind turned itself on. His body stiffened up straight as his entire demeanor switched. "S-sensei?"

Someone so very old, and so very tired spoke from the monitor. "I'll take it from here, Shigaraki. I'm quite interested in this new recruit."

For some reason, Denji thought he recognized that voice.