(A/N: Sorry for the delay! I post on two sites and Ao3 was down last week so I postponed the update until now. Also I did have work today and had to wait to post until I got home. I do plan on posting next week as well to get back on the update track. :)

There are a few pov changes in this chapter just as a heads up.)

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Where am I?!

Izuku hadn't seen how it happened. One second, they were walking through the forest with the others ahead and then the next the world was gone. He lost all sense of his surroundings and could only feel an overwhelming pressure pushing down on him from all directions. It was constant and unrelenting and all too much. He wanted out of wherever this was but he didn't know how. It was getting hard to breath as he started to panic. Memories of being shoved into lockers left to fight his way out resurfaced even though it had been so long ago. He needed to get out!

Then the world came back, but it was different. They weren't on the same path as before and green eyes quickly took in the scared faces of his friends staring at him while a towering Kurogiri flanked them from behind. Then a rough hand grabbed the back of his neck and Izuku stiffened. The feeling reminded him of the mall and Shigaraki which made the five-finger contact a cause for alarm. He glanced up to see a scarred grin and piercing blue eyes staring back. So, not Shigaraki meaning he wouldn't be decayed but this was far from better still being in the clutches of a Villain.

"Let's do this the easy way, yeah?" the scarred man whispered in a gravelly voice.

He was the same Villain that Eraserhead had been fighting a clone of before. Which meant he either had a fire Quirk or a duplicating one or both. Definitely a yes on the first one as his captor heated his hand up just enough to deliver his silent threat. Izuku gulped.

"DEKU, NO!"

Green eyes snapped to the sound of the old nickname to see Bakugou racing towards him propelled by his explosions. Red eyes were laser focused on him and Izuku internally begged him to stop. He didn't want to be captured by Villains but he also didn't want both of them to be either. Izuku already accidentally drew Shigaraki's attention to Bakugou with a passing comment. He didn't want to serve him to the handy man on a silver platter.

Izuku felt himself being drawn back, the strange feel of the dark mist on his skin from the portal. He sank further and further back as the world was shrinking around him. Green eyes stayed connected to red pleading for him to stay away. Don't get caught because of his own recklessness and mistakes. Please, stay away.

Stay safe…Katsuki.

Once again, the world was obscured in a shroud of misty black but there was no oppressing pressure like before. He didn't note anything of the Quirk being more focused on the hand on his throat for what felt like forever yet no time at all. If anything, it felt like they were floating but eventually, only a matter of seconds really, he felt solid ground under foot and he took a step back. However, Izuku only had a moment to let out a gasp when the wind was suddenly knocked out of him.

Dabi and he had exited the portal a mere second before being tackled to the ground by a blur of blonde. The scarred man thought it was Toga and Izuku didn't know what the hell was going on anymore. So, they were both surprised to find it wasn't a Villain sprawled on the ground with them, but Bakugou.

"Oh, looks like we got a bonus drop," a raspy voice said, breaking them from their stunned shock.

All three of them turned to find the leader of the League of Villains leering down at them from a bar stool. Dabi scoffed as he shoved the blonde kid off of him before roughly grabbing their main target by the scruff of his neck. Something fell out of the Izuku's belt but the clatter of it hitting the ground was lost in the commotion. The kid's stuff was going to be confiscated anyway so he wouldn't escape, but Dabi found himself curious about what looked like a folding knife. Subtly, he placed a foot on the knife and casually dragged it close to him to pick up later.

As soon as their 'guests' got their bearings, they began to struggle. Magne was quick to grab Bakugou while Kurogiri formed a portal around his hands before he could let off any explosions. When his hands were released from the warping, he had been forced into a heavy looking box of sorts. Kurogiri then warped in a restraining chair from somewhere and Magne shoved Bakugou into it strapping him in. An impromptu plan but considering the situation they had found themselves in, this was for the best for everyone.

At the same time, Izuku struggled to get free. He elbowed the man holding him in the gut and the rough hand released him. But he only had a moment of freedom as another person crowded his space. A dry hand he unfortunately knew well reached out making him back up into a broad chest, right back into the arms of the scarred man he had just escaped from.

"Now, now, Midoriya," Shigaraki rasped with a tone of amusement. "Let's not make this difficult, shall we?"

An arm wrapped around Izuku's waist as a scarred hand was raised in front of him. Blue flames ignite in threat and the Quirkless teen tried to cower away but had nowhere to go.

"Dabi!" the decayer snapped and the fire went out. The two glared at each other before Shigaraki turned back to Izuku who was too freaked out to recognize the name. "We don't want to hurt you, Midoriya. We want to recruit you."

The reminder filled Izuku with anger that overpowered his fear as the fire wielder loosened his grip.

"What happened to letting me think about it?" the Quirkless teen retorted with a glare.

The Villain sat back down on his stool as he considered the question. He hummed then said, "I grew…impatient."

"After one fucking week!?" Izuku shouted incredulously. "No, not even a week. Two fucking days! That's not time to think. And you even sent Muscular after me. You…you hurt my mom!"

"Technically, I didn't," Shigaraki countered. "That was Muscular."

Sure, like that made any difference.

"He's your man following your orders," the greenet challenged with his arms crossed. "So in the end it's your fault."

"He's not really 'my man'," the handy man replied with air quotes. "More like a…mad dog."

"Well, your mad dog needs a muzzle," Izuku sneered back.

"And what use is a muzzled mad dog?" Shigaraki quipped with too chirper of a tone. "Doesn't matter now though. He was…left behind."

Green eyes blinked in surprised and for the first time took in the people in the room. There was Shigaraki in front of him with Kurogiri behind the bar. Standing behind the teen was this Dabi which he sort of recognized the name but couldn't place it right now. Too much other information was distracting him at the moment. He noted the lizard man, the one with the attraction Quirk, the blood stealing blonde girl, a masked man in a yellow jacket and top hat, and another man dressed almost entirely in black from head to toe with a grey accent in the shape of a T. But all of that became like white noise in his mind as green eyes connected with familiar red.

"B-Bakugou?" Izuku stuttered out, eyes instantly tearing up as he realized his fear became real. That they were both kidnapped together.

"I'm as surprised as you are, Midoriya," Shigaraki drawled as he walked over and hooked an arm around the teen's shoulders making him flinch. "You were the only intended target though if we found any other hopeful candidates, we would've taken them. The one with the shadowy bird Quirk would have been interesting from what Mr. Compress told me. But considering what I saw in the Sports Festival and what you told me at the mall, I can see some benefits to this one joining us."

The explosive blonde watched their interaction confused as hell before barking out, "What the fuck, Deku?!"

The decayer glared down at the uninvited boy for a moment then ordered, "Muzzle him."

Bakugou fought the small amount he could due to his restraints but of course it wasn't enough and his raging words were soon muffled behind a mask. Wait, a mask! Izuku suddenly remembered he still had his gear on. Well, some of it. But as soon as he moved to use his fire mask, a dry hand was grabbing the device with all five fingers.

"Ah, ah, ah. Be smart about this, admin," Shigaraki scolded as his mask started to crumble around his neck. Izuku was quick to unlatch it so he wouldn't be decayed as well. What remained of his mask fell to the ground and shattered. "There we go. Much better. Now the rest."

Izuku was forced to remove all of the Support Items on his person. His goggles were broken and lost on the mountain back at the camp and his mask was gone now too. That left his Jet shoes, his belt that was mostly empty, the two electric rods, and his arm wrappings. Izuku tried to pass the latter as just clothing but Shigaraki brought up a screenshot from the Hosu fight of him clearly using them to capture Stain. Curse that video.

As for the belt, they made him empty each pocket before handing over the belt itself. Izuku hated it but wasn't surprised either. They wanted to make sure he had nothing to defend himself with. Nothing he could use to his advantage and escape. Not that he wouldn't do that without taking Bakugou with him. Besides, there wasn't much left in his belt anyway after his encounter with Muscular. Though there was something that was missing.

The knife. The one Chizome had given him. It was gone. Possibly lost somewhere in the woods never to be found. It hurt to have lost it but then again maybe that was a good thing. Because Izuku watched as Shigaraki picked up each piece of his gear, inspected it, and then gripped it with five fingers. The resulting dust began to pile onto the bar top and Kurogiri sighed. But the misty man did nothing to stop the young leader and simply formed a portal there with another over a trashcan.

What is it with people enjoying breaking my stuff?

First Bakugou and now Shigaraki. At least the knife being lost was better than destroyed altogether. Still existing out there somewhere in the world as a representation of his connection to Stain. Distant much like they were never to be close again. The reminder made the situation all the sadder but it also didn't change anything. Regardless, Izuku would do anything he could to escape though he highly doubted it would be quick or easy. For the foreseeable future, they were stuck with the League.

"Perfect, a character reset," Shigaraki proclaimed destroying the last of his things leaving Izuku not only gearless but also shoeless too. "Now we can start fresh. And don't worry, admin, once you join us, we can get you what you need to rebuild them."

The hand on his face obscured it but he could hear the grin beneath it. Izuku scowled back though it only made the decayer chuckle. A squeal came from the blonde girl in the room drawing everyone's attention.

"He's so cute when he's angry!" Toga gushed, skipping over to him and getting up in his face.

"Toga, space," Dabi scolded with a flick to her head. Her crowding the kid's space was forcing him into his own.

The blonde girl backed away rubbing her forehead sticking her tongue out at the scarred man as he rolled his eyes. Izuku moved away closer to Bakugou who was the least threatening out of all of them. His childhood bully or a group of Villains? An easy choice for Izuku.

"Perhaps we should introduce ourselves to our new recruits," the masked top hatted man suggested and the others nodded. "Greetings, fledglings. Mr. Compress at your service."

The masked man took off his hat and gave a bow.

"Oh! Me next, me next!" the excited blonde girl chimed in. "I'm Toga Himiko. You can call me Himiko. Especially this cutie."

She gave Izuku a wink.

The man dressed in mostly black spoke up next, "The name is Twice. Welcome to the League. We don't want you here!"

The kidnapped teens shared a look at the contrasting statements but the others continued unphased.

"Hello, dearies," the tall brown-haired Villain said next. "I'm Magne, but you can call me Big Sis. She/her/hers. If you ever need anything don't hesitate to ask."

Izuku could easily guess letting them go was not included in that 'anything'.

"Dabi," was all the scarred man offered. His name still sounded familiar but Izuku was a bit distracted at the moment to try and recall it.

Then it was the lizard man's turn.

"I go by Spinner and I have a question," he said, looking less ridiculous without the giant knife sword. "What was it like meeting Stain in person?"

Ah, so he is a fan.

"Oh, yes! I want to know too!" Toga interjected jumping up and down. "I just love how he makes people all bloody. Really, how was Stainy?"

Stainy? Izuku silently questioned as she clapped her hands together in excitement.

"Stain is the inspiration to many of us here," Spinner explained, his tone serious. "His actions have taught us that once a Hero receives compensation for protecting people like money or media attention, they are no longer a real Hero. I embody Stain's principles and aim to purge the fake Heroes of this world. We will knock them off their false thrones and keep his will alive. Stain will endure."

What.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Izuku snapped, pissed.

Some of them jumped at his outburst. Even Bakugou who hadn't expected it or the strong swearing to come from the Quirkless cinnamon roll of a teenager. But Izuku paid them no mind as he glared at the lizard zealot who had it all wrong while everyone stared.

"Is that what you think his motivations were?" he pressed, forgetting about his current kidnapped situation in his anger. "That he only went after those Heroes just because they were being paid? Being a Hero is a job, dumbass, and while there are Heroes who do it only for the money, there are so many more ways for a Hero to be 'fake'."

The lizard man stared at him in shock before schooling his features into a glare of his own.

"Oh, and what would you know about Stain's motives?" Spinner countered as he crossed his arms. Though he was curious what the boy, the true Hero saved and chosen by Stain, had to say.

A chuckle from the bar drew their attention to Shigaraki who was swirling a drink in his hands. With only four fingers of course. Izuku couldn't help but wondered how annoying that must be to always be mindful of his fingers like that. Or how he planned to drink it with that hand on his face.

"Heh, you would be surprised just how much he knows about Stain," the young leader lilted, thoroughly amused. "Right, Little Hero?"

"Well, I, um," Izuku muttered, wringing his hands nervously as he was quickly reminded where he was and who he was with.

He really didn't want to reveal to a group of Villains the fact he befriended one before. Even sent him after an actual fake Hero hidden in plain sight. But Shigaraki on the other hand, had no qualms spilling his secret from behind the disembodied hand on his face.

"He and Stain are on a first name basis," the decayer leered, watching the resulting reaction to the reveal through pale digits. "By all means, Midoriya, tell us all about Chizome."

Twice, Toga, and Spinner all yelled at the same time, "WHAT?!"

Magne and Compress were also surprised but not as vocal. Kurogiri already knew of their connection since Hosu. Not that you could tell what he was feeling from his misty face anyway. Dabi, though, he stared wide eyed at the boy very much caught by surprise, but then he glared remembering that the kid had ruined his plans with Stain. Just because they knew each other didn't change that fact. If anything, it made him confused and even more pissed off.

Izuku refused to look at Bakugou not wanting to see his reaction to that. The explosive blonde was oddly quiet staring at him in shock. Couldn't believe what he was hearing and finding out about the nerd. He…he knew the Hero Killer? Personally? When? How? Why? What the actual fuck was going on?

Not that Izuku would go into detail about that. Their odd friendship was between Chizome and himself. These Villains might not be able to understand how the Hero Killer helped inspire a young Hero. But then again, he didn't know what drove these people to Villainy in the first place. Maybe this was an opportunity to find out? Then if…no, when the Heroes save them, he could try to help the Villains out of their illegal ways. If they were willing that is to accept that help.

But what could he tell them? What could he say to try and make them understand what Stain's motivations actually were? Because it wasn't just the money or fame. Those were just parts of the problem, not the core reason and aren't even applicable in all cases. There was just so much more to why the Hero Killer targeted certain Heroes over others. Picking and choosing his victims for specific reasons, not just wanton violence. That made him think back to the mall and what he told Shigaraki back then.

"Akaguro Chizome wanted to be a Hero when he was younger," Izuku began, earning surprised gasps from the League. "Like many, he was inspired by All Might and went to school to become a Hero. But when he was there, he learned the way they taught Heroics was different from what he and I believe a Hero should be."

He ignored the muffled 'what the fuck' from Bakugou keeping his attention on the Villains. They were all silent listening to him speak.

"Heroes are meant to save people, regardless of if they get paid for that or not," the Quirkless teen stated, sending a pointed look at Spinner. "It's when the reason behind being a Hero is just for the money or fame is when it becomes a problem. Focusing more on branding yourself as a Hero instead of doing what a Hero does. Save people."

He gave the Villains a moment to consider his words before continuing.

"That isn't the only way a Hero can be 'fake' either. Turning a blind eye to crime or even participating in it. How can you call yourself a Hero when you're adding to others' suffering?"

Shigaraki, who had been halfheartedly listening, straightened his posture as he paid better attention. Dabi too straightened, his piercing blue eyes staring intently at the teen.

"It's true that a number of Stain's victims were out for fame and fortune. More acting the role of a Hero than actually doing it. But most of the time there were other reasons why he chose them. Another element to their corruption leading him to want to purge them from the current system."

Way too violently in his opinion but Izuku didn't see the Villains caring all that much about violence or lack of restraint. They had just attacked a training camp full of teenagers holding nothing back.

"He didn't solely target Heroes just because they made a lot of money or were higher in the rankings. And no way in hell would he have labeled the Wild Will Pussycats as 'fake'. They've saved countless lives over their twelve years as a Hero team. Their theming was purposeful to bring comfort to victims of crime and disasters. Similar to why All Might smiles through his fights. While I agree the commercial nature of Heroes now-a-days isn't the best, having a piece of a Hero you admire and get comfort from isn't necessarily bad."

He himself still had pieces of Hero merch though a far cry from the amount he had before. Only keeping the most precious and sentimental of them to remind him of his personal Heroes. One of which wasn't even a Hero at all.

"Not all Heroes are fake," Izuku said, staring at each of them in the eyes. "Same as not all Villains are born bad. Chizome started off wanting to be a Hero but resorted to Villainy in order to attempt to bring what a Hero truly was back. If you really are inspired by him, then that should be why. Not just to strike out at any Hero that gets in your way and call them fake."

The bar was silent when he finished, the others thinking over what he said. Only for the moment to be ruined by a slow clap coming from Shigaraki.

"Quite a speech there, admin. Very stirring," the decayer jeered as he brought his hands together in a final clap before lowering them. "But it isn't just the Heroes that are the issue. It's the entire system. Society buys into the rankings and the engrained belief that Heroes will save the day without them lifting a finger. While at the same time turning their backs on those deemed not worth of their time or effort. Even labeling those that don't match up within their 'normal' as Villains because they don't fit in their perfect little box."

The young leader stood up and slowly stepped towards Izuku who refused to look away.

"Everyone here has suffered," Shigaraki said, pausing a step away from the teen. "Whether it be because of people, rules, or Heroes trying to hold them back. Growing up Quirkless, I'm sure you experienced something similar. That you can understand."

The decayer then took off the hand on his face so he could look down at him unmasked in order for the teen to see there was no malice in his red eyes. More searching for a commonality he was sure was there between them. And Izuku, he couldn't really deny that there was because it was true. He had been judged for being different from society at large. For being Quirkless in a Quirked world where even then people were judged for something out of their control. Like Hitoshi. Like himself.

"Y-you're right, I can," Izuku admitted, slumping his shoulders in the sort of small defeat but didn't look away. "Life isn't fair. People are judgmental. Whether it be the type of Quirk or no Quirk at all. I…understand."

Green eyes cast around the room. Spinner could have been rejected for his appearance. Toga her obsession with blood. Dabi for the scars on his face. And the others probably have their own issues and back stories. Even the pale haired man-child in front of him who was under the thumb of All For One. All of them had their own stories.

"People are defined by their Quirks," Izuku said, turning back to Shigaraki. "Heroic, Villainous. Strong, weak. Quirked, Quirkless. Labeled since the day their Quirks come in or when they never show up."

He chanced a glance at Bakugou who caught his eye before casting his gaze to the ground in guilt. He then looked at the others.

"But…it shouldn't be that way. The Quirk does not make the person, but how that person uses the Quirk. For good or evil. To help others or help themselves. I refuse to be labeled for not having a Quirk. I want to become a Hero to prove that Quirkless does not mean weak or useless. That I can still fight for what is right. Which begs the question…"

Izuku then glared up directly into Shigaraki's eyes.

"…why am I here?"

They stare at each other in silence sizing the other up.

"He's got a point," Dabi said suddenly, breaking the moment. "If he wants to be a Hero so bad, why are we wasting our time?"

This at least gave himself more of a green light to mess with the kid. Though while he was still pissed at the little bastard, his head was full of questions. Why did Midoriya take Stain down when he knew him so well? Did he know about the man's investigation into Endeavor? If he had, would he have let the Hero Killer finish his mission? To finally take the Number Two Shitbag down? He just didn't know.

"Because we need to make him see," Shigaraki replied without looking away with a weird soft look on his wrinkly face. "To show him that while society continues to reject him, we won't. We want you here with us, Midoriya. We accept you as you are. You don't have to prove anything to us. Not your worth, your usefulness. All you have to be is yourself."

His tone was almost soft despite the perpetual rasp. Probably from his Quirk along with the dry look of his skin and the chapped nature of his lips. Looking almost as dried up as the pale hand typically on his face. Which the significance of it Izuku still didn't know. Didn't know why this Villain, this person, chose a hand to adorn himself with as a part of his Villain identity.

"Think about it, Midori…no, Izuku," the decayer insisted as he fixed the hand back on his face. "At least consider our offer. Together we can tear the current system down, expose the corruption within, and have a clean slate where there are no Heroes or Villains."

Izuku could have been snarky and quipped about how well the last time he was told to 'think about it' had gone but decided against it. He was surrounded by Villains and Bakugou was there too. It wasn't just Izuku in danger. He needed to stall. Survive. Play along with whatever it was they really wanted from him until the Heroes were able to come for him.

"…fine," Izuku relented, earning a muffled 'WHAT' from the explosive blonde. "But I want to point out that two days is not enough time to 'think' about it. I don't care how impatient you are. This is my decision, not yours."

Though honestly, he already knew what his decision was going to be. However, judging by his expression, Shigaraki thought the opposite.

"Understood," Shigaraki grinned before stepping to the side. "Dabi, show him to his room."

"Wait, what?" the Quirkless teen sputtered, casting glances between the handy man, scarred man, and Bakugou.

"You are our guest," the young leader answered. "We may be Villains but we can still be hospitable."

The greenet gave the decayer an unimpressed look before asking, "And Bakugou? What about him?"

"He…was unexpected," Shigaraki replied, eyeing the restrained and muzzled blonde. "But he's too much of a dangerous unknown for us to allow him to wander about freely. He'll have to stay where he is, but don't worry. We'll take proper care of both of you."

Izuku gulped seeing no way to argue. He wanted to protest, to keep the two of them together, but he was already being dragged away by the scarred man. Green eyes looked back to fiery red trying to silently tell him how sorry he was. For all of this. He liked to think what looked like a nod was Bakugou accepting or at least acknowledging him before they lost sight of each other. Together but separate, both kidnapped by the League of Villains.

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"…breaking news tonight. An attack was reported to have occurred at a UA High sanctioned training camp. The principal offenders are reported to be called the League of Villain's Vanguard Action Squad. This marks another case involving the League in a string of incidents including the USJ attack and Hosu…"

Click.

"…the youngest of the victims is reportedly the son of the Pro Hero team Water Hose, who were killed tragically by one of the Villain's present at the attack…"

Click.

"…of the 40 students, two are reported missing. Bakugou Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku were kidnapped by the League before disappearing without a trace…"

Click.

Kai had flipped through the different news channels before turning the offending thing off. Though it wasn't the television he was furious at but the League that took his little bird. How dare they take Midoriya and taint him with their filthy hands. Before he hadn't paid much attention to the pathetic little group of Villains making a fuss with their Noumu here and there, but now? Now they had Kai's attention.

"Chrono!" the yakuza leader barked, knowing his second in command would be close.

In an instant, the white robed man swiftly walked through his office door. He bowed his masked head respectfully as always as he said, "Chisaki-sama?"

"Get me all the information you can on this League of Villains," Kai ordered, sneering at the childish name.

He was already angry at the League for unleashing those Noumu in Hosu at the same time the angel was there as well. It still irked him to see the clear signs of Midoriya being infected with the Hero syndrome, but it had also given him some peace of mind to know he could defend himself. Didn't necessarily need the protection Kai wanted to give, but now he found himself regretting not getting to the boy first.

"Of course, sir," Chrono agreed immediately. "Anything in particular you want to know?"

"Anything you can get," Kai answered, pulling up a saved picture on his phone. One of the boy smiling proudly at the end of the Sports Festival. "Especially as to what plans they have for Midoriya Izuku. If it is sinister, we'll need to act quickly in order to protect him. I will not let them snuff out his light."

It was clear leading up to this that Shigaraki wanted Midoriya for something though he didn't know what. There was the spotting of the decayer at the mall holding one of UA's students hostage. They didn't say who but Kai could guess when the boy was whisked away somewhere suddenly that it was him. It also had been reported that a Villain attacked the little bird's mother. Kai had considered bringing him into their fold then but UA beat him to it.

Following the attack on his mother, the angel returned but was hidden away on UA campus. There wasn't much Kai could do against the improved defense of the school. But at least it had meant the boy was safe from the world, even though that included him. Now however, the little bird was in the clutches of Shigaraki and they had no idea what he would do.

Hold him against his will, crush him to pieces, or set him free to fly another day. Kai just didn't know and he hated not knowing. He controlled every person and piece of his yakuza group. From the man who took him in and was currently in a coma down to little Eri who was crucial for his future plans to come to life. Even if they threatened her own but it was no matter. Kai could easily Overhaul her and start again whenever he wished. One of the few good things that came from his own infection.

But when it came to Midoriya, he had no control. The boy had his attention but only from afar. Kai wanted to protect the living angel and keep him safe from this diseased world. However, he had waited too long and the Quirkless boy had been taken farther out of his reach. Not that it would stop him from reaching past his own limits to take the little bird back. Then he would keep him close and safe, never to leave Kai's side. Then together they would make the world anew. No more Quirks, no more impurity. Going back to how the world once was and as it should be.

Quirkless and pure.

...

Rikiya was annoyed, gripping his wine glass firmly as the spots on his temples darkened. The seemingly insignificant bug that was Midoriya Izuku was in the spotlight. Again. Along with that irritating League of Villains. He had Skeptic look into their group briefly. At first, they were just a nuisance causing unnecessary chaos and oh so childish. But as time passed, their little band was becoming more of a problem. The people were talking and a lot of it was about the League of Villains. Their mere presence could muddle the Meta Liberation Army's own message.

Meta Powers were ever evolving and it was their basic human right to use them as they wished. Villains today embraced this belief though more violently and 'evilly' as his own followers. The members of the Meta Liberation Army were constantly training in order to strengthen their Meta Powers for the day of reckoning. When they would reveal themselves and teach the world that the rules meant to 'protect' them were only holding them back.

It was still unclear what the League of Villain's goals were what with the seemingly pointless attacks at the USJ and in Hosu. But this…this attack on a hidden training camp had been purposeful. All to get one little boy with no Meta Power or value. To Rikiya, it was idiotic. He didn't understand Shigaraki's desire to snatch him up and in such a flashy fashion too. How the League has caught the world's attention again made his stress levels start to rise.

The Meta Liberation Army had been working in the background for years. Decades even. Silently training and growing with each new recruit to their cause. Now Shigaraki was making a big stink about some insignificant Quirkless relic of the past. A remanent of a world before Meta abilities came into being. No matter what attention Midoriya was getting, in the grand scheme of things he meant nothing to the coming revolution.

Soon the world would be free of the rules, regulations, and restrictions of today's society. Soon they would abolish all of those and live freely using their Meta Powers as they liked. Why waste time on one Quirkless child like that? It made no sense to Rikiya as did much of what the League of Villains was about. No clear goals other than destruction.

The Meta Liberation Army wanted to destroy too but it was to gain a freedom once lost. The League of Villains had no such goal or at least that the grand commander could tell. One day they would have to deal with that trivial troupe and rid themselves of the League once and for all. They were tainting Destro's legacy with their filth and wanton violence.

But for now, Rikiya chose to ignore them. The League and the boy. Re-Destro and their future society had no use of one Quirkless child who could contribute nothing to their ever-evolving world. His stunted genes could be snuffled out for all he cared. How could someone Quirkless help further their growth as a species? If anything, Shigaraki taking him for gods knew what reason could be a blessing in disguise. Either way, neither of them mattered to him right now. They were mere ants just waiting to be crushed under his shiny polished shoes. Their eradication could wait.

The grand commander had far more important things to attend to.

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