A few weeks passed by like a breeze. Tumbling out of the bed, Izuku rolled over to the door obtusely. He stood up to his feet, stretching his arms to get the morning fatigue out of his system. Eyes moved to the side, he noticed that the clock read '12.00 PM'.

'Must've slept in,' Izuku thought, yawning as he gripped the door handle to open it.

He could feel the shady air. It didn't stifle him, courtesy of the pajamas that he was wearing at the time.

Oddly enough, the new pajamas was comfortable. Thank Weasel for his incentive to buy him a fresh one, because the old one sucked dick.

Nothing much happened ever since they got back from Shizuoka. He got to talk with his mom. At first, she wasn't particularly happy with him staying over somewhere else after disappearing for god knows how long, but remaining with her meant endangering her, and she understood eventually. It was not just with the Shie Hassaikai assholes, but also the mercenaries that he involuntarily got himself involved with.

Izuku was now a part of their circle whether he liked it or not.

As he passed by the kitchen, he caught a whiff of an alluring fragrance. "Someone's cooking~~" Izuku sung the sentence. He approached Bakugo, who was occupied at the moment. "Didn't know you could cook."

"Weasel's out for the day, so someone has to be responsible," Bakugo curtly said.

"Eh, responsibility is overrated," Izuku let out a sigh as he sat down on the dining table near the kitchen. "Instead of wasting your time, you could've just ordered something online."

"Bite me," Bakugo harshly replied.

Izuku protested, "Hey, I'm just trying to look out for you. Take it or leave it, big guy."

After a few moments, Bakugo brought two bowls of what looked like–

"Katsudon?!" Izuku exclaimed in surprise.

Bakugo set the plates down on the table, replying, "What?"

"How'd you know that I like Katsudon?"

"The world doesn't revolve around you, dipshit," Bakugo simply said as he settled down on his seat. "But Weasel told me."

"Oh that conniving, snitching piece of shit," Izuku groaned. He then dug in; he was surprised at how delicious the food was. "Holy fucking shit, what kinda chef courses did you take?!" Izuku asked loudly.

"I got the recipe from one of those YouTube shorts. Had to scroll through the pages, but eventually I found one that didn't use a fucking AI-generated voice," Bakugo replied, taking a bite from his own plate.

Izuku let out a moan of satisfaction. "I shouldn't expect anything less. Fuck, this is the best meal I've ever had since a few years ago."

"What kind of horrid shit have you been consuming all this time?" Bakugo raised his brow.

Izuku put up a 'really?' expression as he replied, "Peanut, haven't you been paying attention for the past few chapters? We were stuck as the laboratory equivalent of used-up sex condoms."

"Oh, right," Bakugo chomped down on the food.

After that, they ate in silence for a while.

Bakugo then broke the silence, "We've been stuck here for weeks. Any word from that Sir Nighteye punk?"

"Nah. Not a holler, nada. Man went radio silent," Izuku said absent-mindedly.

Bakugo gripped the cutleries in his hands slightly tighter than before. Then, he slowly adjusted back to his seat. "How long does he expect us to wait?" Bakugo asked, mostly to himself.

Izuku shrugged. "Beats me. I try not to think about it. Besides, it's not like we're in a hurry."

Bakugo seemed to agree with that statement. He leaned against the back of his seat, dropping the chopsticks on the bowl.

"I got an idea," Izuku's eyes glinted with excitement.

"What?" Bakugo raised his brow.

"What say you if we pay Weasel's bar a little visit?" Izuku suggested. "High quality drinks are available there. You'd love it."

Bakugo shook his head. "As much as I'd like to say 'fuck yeah', I don't think I want to associate myself with any more mercenaries. You're already insufferable enough for me to put up with."

Izuku pouted in mock-offense. "Fine, big guy, what do you suggest then?"

"Remain here," Bakugo replied gruffly.

Izuku groaned loudly as he said, "Can't you get any more boring than that, peanut?! Seriously, you gotta do something fun for once."

"Unless you've forgotten, we're kind of in the middle of something here," Bakugo retorted. "There's no room for 'fun'."

Izuku stood up and grabbed Bakugo by his wrist. "See, that's where we differ, peanut. Whether you like it or not, you're coming with me."

"Hey, hey, hey, what the fuck are you doing?" Bakugo protested, much to Izuku's indifference. The latter dragged him to get dressed up.

"I got an idea of what we're going to do today," Izuku replied.

Bakugo tried to snatch his arm away from Izuku's iron grip. "We're not doing anything."

"Sure we are. You gotta let loose every once in a while. Trying to get your memories back isn't all there is to your life," Izuku replied in a much softer tone than before.

Bakugo scrunched up his nose, still attempting to snatch his arm away.

"Am I wrong?"

"I don't give a shit if you're right, let go," Bakugo complained.

"Not with that cynical attitude, you're not. And hey, it's been a minute since we did something together anyway, so you're not taking this away from me, you breathtakingly sexy man," Izuku smirked mischievously.

Conceding, Bakugo let the mercenary drag him to his impeding doom.

But before they could go further with the scuffle, a knock was heard from the door. Baffled as to what could possibly be waiting outside of the house, Izuku turned his attention away from Bakugo briefly. He approached it at a steady pace, but Bakugo took it upon himself to just open the door outrightly. "Okay, what the fuck do you want now-?"

No one was there.

...

Izuku followed suit from behind. "You know you can't just act abrasively with guests, right? This is Weasel's house after all."

"Who the fuck knocked?" Bakugo asked, ignoring Izuku.

"Not who," Izuku looked at the floor. "but what."

A ginger cat was seen standing on the doormat, raising its paws to touch Izuku's thigh. Already enticed by the cat, Izuku bent his knees and carried it. "Awwww, looks like the cat distribution system is feeling a tad bit too generous today to send you to my doorsteps," Izuku cooed.

The cat responded with a purr, snuggling up Izuku's chest. "Fuck, this one's adorable! I'm adopting it!"

Bakugo had something to say about that, unfortunately, "No, we are not adopting it."

"Why not?"

"Takes up space. And I can't handle the fucking fur flying all over my nose," Bakugo explained.

"Well too bad I'm not looking for second opinions. I'm adopting this cat. Period," Izuku said defiantly.

"Bub, if you don't-"

They were interrupted when a new person came into the scene. "H- h- hey! S- so- sorry about that!"

Both Izuku and Bakugo was startled by the sudden greeting. Once they got a good look at what the stranger looked like..

Curled green hair, freckles on each cheeks, lean body build, exuding a timid attitude, all in one package...

"What the fuck is this?" Izuku asked; his gaping mouth widened.

"Pretty sure this fucker's the one who knocked on the door," Bakugo remarked.

No shit! And he looked exactly like Izuku! Unless he had some sort of long lost twin brother, this was just not possible.

The green-haired man nodded. "Y- Y- yeah, i- it was me."

"First of all, you were standing there the whole goddamn time? You sure took your sweet time to announce your presence to us. Secondly, who even are you? Why do you look like–" Izuku stopped himself from saying anything that he'd regret. Then, he corrected himself, "You look like someone that I used to know."

The green-haired man nodded, "T- t- that's b- b- because I- I-..."

Izuku's eyes twitched as the man continued to stammer incessantly.

"B- b- b- because I- I- I-"

Izuku's fingers curled up, tightening his grip on the cat in his arms; he gritted his teeth as he continued to endure this man's apparent issue with speech impediment.

"I- I- I- w- w- was o- o-"

"JESUS CHRIST ON A CUM-STAINED CRUCIFIX, PUMP THE FUCKING BRAKES!" Izuku yelled indignantly. "'Cinnamon Roll Deku' is not listed as a tag in this fic, so quit it with the stuttering."

"I- I- c- can't help it!"

Izuku rubbed his temple as he said, "Look, fine, from the top. Walk us through it."

The man took a deep breath, before beginning, "A- as I was saying, t- the reason why I m- might r- resemble the looks of someone that y- you know is because I- I am a- a clone o- of t- that person."

Izuku took in the information that was just spewed by this man. A clone?

A fucking clone?

Bakugo seemed to be surprised by this as well.

"Run by me again?" Izuku said in a slightly demanding tone.

The man replied, "I- I am a clone. Much like e- everyone else t- that came b- before me. I- I was o- one of the lucky few t- that escaped."

"Who the fuck did the cloning?" Bakugo asked bluntly.

The man was silent for a few moments, before saying, "I- I'm not i- in liberty to say."

Gently putting down the cat, Izuku grabbed the man by his neck, pushing him backwards as he tightened his grip. "Listen here you little shit, I'm not in the mood to play games. You knock on my door, you bring all this confusing shit to my plate, and you expect me not to question you about it?!"

"I was get- I was getting to that!" The man managed to squeeze out a few words in his choked state.

Izuku widened his eyes slightly as he put the man down. "Start talking. And try to stutter less. It's getting a bit exasperating at this point. I'm sure our dear readers can attest to that."

The man cleared his throat before he began, "I know an- know an...address-"

Izuku glared at him, causing him to put an extensive effort to stutter less.

"The place that I- um, place I was talking about, the other- t- the other clones are being kept there as we speak. I- I came here because I figured..I could ask you two for your help," the man finished, surprisingly speaking in a much more coherent flow than before.

Bakugo interjected, "You could be a lure set up by someone. How do we know that you're not it?"

"Yeah, he's got a point. How do we know you're being candid with us here?" Izuku asked.

The man's lips trembled as he spoke, "Would it- would...would it put you at ease if..if...if I tell you about the main culprit behind this?"

"I thought you said you weren't in liberty to say anything?" Bakugo questioned.

The man replied, "Well- knowing that- know- knowing what you two are capable of, I- I have no doubt that you will take him down in no time. And- and regardless of- of- of what you think of me, I know you- you value information abo- above anything else."

Izuku held Bakugo's gaze for a moment, trying to communicate their concerns non-verbally.

The man added, "A- and as a guarantee, I will- I will leave my cat under your care for the time being."

Izuku held his hand up, "Hold it. That cute little rascal is yours?"

Bakugo raised his brow, "Your doppelgänger appeared out of nowhere and all you're worried about is whether or not that cat is his?"

"I've got my priorities, peanut," Izuku replied.

"Y- yes, that- that cat is mine," the green-haired man nodded.

Izuku's lips crossed upwards as he said, "You know, you could always put him up for adoption, just in case something happens to you in the distant future."

The man raised his brow, "What- what would ever happ- happen to me?"

"Lots of stuff," Izuku said vaguely; the atmosphere went tense as he said that.

Bakugo switched his gaze between Izuku and the doppelgänger. Having been fed up with all of this, Bakugo stepped forward and said, "We're getting side-tracked. You said you were going to tell us about this main culprit of yours. Start talking."

"He- he goes- um..he goes by the name 'Dabi'," the doppelgänger revealed the truth, much to Izuku's indignance.

He threw his hands in the air, saying, "How is it that I can't spend a month without hearing his fucking name?"

"You know him?" Bakugo asked.

"Yeah! That disheveled, revolting cunt who is the son of the late pro-hero Endeavour, or Todoroki Enji, was one of the assholes who roped us into this situation," Izuku explained. Then, he added, "And what compelled him to take the time he could've used for something more productive to clone me of all people!? Isn't that disconcerting?!"

Bakugo's eyes perked up in interest as he held the doppelgänger's gaze once again. "Show us the place."

"Wha-"

"The place where that fucker is hiding his clones," Bakugo reiterated, putting more emphasis on it. "Show us."

Izuku was not on the same page, however. "Hold on, I thought we were going to lay low until Sir Nighteye contacts us?"

"What about those fuckin' clones? Now I'm not a textbook genius when it comes to being a hero—"

"We are not heroes," Izuku corrected.

"—regardless of the fact," Bakugo continued, irked by the interruption. "We should head there to get more information. We've done nothing but sit on our ass for the past few weeks."

Izuku looked at Bakugo for a moment, contemplating whether he should do this or not.

"And I very much prefer this over doing whatever the fuck you wanted me to do with you earlier," Bakugo added one more jab.

"Ouch. You're a master at breaking my heart with words. They're just as deadly as a refined scythe," Izuku said, feigning hurt.

Ignoring him, Bakugo said to the doppelgänger, "Lead the way. Any funny business," Bakugo said, followed by a sharp 'Snikt!'.

Three sets of claws were out of his knuckles. "And you'll be at the receiving end of these."

The doppelgänger gulped, his body quivering. He seemed to get the message and nodded vigorously.

"Now let's get moving," Bakugo said as he retracted the claws back.

However, Izuku interjected right before they could have the chance to step out of the lawn, "Hold it, peanut. We're still in our pajamas."

Bakugo tilted his head, slightly meeting Izuku's eyes. "Does that matter?"

"Duh? The fuck do you think? Unless you want our enemies to not take us seriously, we're gonna need to suit up," Izuku replied.

Bakugo scowled as he said, "Fine, whatever. I'll wait outside."

"I was also talking about you, mister," Izuku pointed at Bakugo. "You're not getting off that easily."

Bakugo groaned in reluctance. "I don't wanna wear that suit."

"C'mon, Weasel made it just for you. Plus, it helps with the pathway of your claws. It can regulate the pain and minimise the damage to the tissues in your wrists," Izuku persisted.

Bakugo shook his head. "Still not wearing that suit."

"If you don't wear that suit," Izuku leaned forward with a devious smile. "I'm turning your room into a cat paradise."

Bakugo's eyes twitched as he fell prey to the threat. "Fucking fine!"


It was safe to say that Bakugo was beyond any point of rationality. At least, on the inside. The fact that he had to don this tacky suit on and inadvertently make a public spectacle out of it was enough to grind his gears in ways he thought wasn't possible. If Bakugo wasn't restraining himself, he would've shredded the nearest person he saw. Preferably Izuku. Especially Izuku.

This shit made him feel like he was being forced to perform in a fucking circus.

The yellow and blue colour scheme was a bit too radiant for his liking. And worst of all? It made him look bulkier than he actually was.

What the fuck was even this suit?

"The shit I put up with.." Bakugo grumbled to himself.

Izuku elbowed him playfully. "Don't give it any thought, peanut, you look terrific."

"More like terrible," Bakugo lamented.

"I- I agr- agree, it- it looks- it looks ridiculous o- on y- on you," the doppelgänger chimed in.

Izuku glared daggers behind the thick red mask at the doppelgänger. "Hey, nobody asked for your opinion, Deku."

"Isn't that also your nickname?" Bakugo asked, brow raised.

"From this day onward, that nickname is reserved only for this abomination," Izuku spat back.

As they entered the garage, Izuku asked, "Sure the cat's going to be fine?"

"I left some cat food. It'll be just fine. Probably," Bakugo said with indifference. "And you'll have a lot of explaining to do once Weasel gets back from work."

"True," Izuku agreed. "Wait, how do we have a supply of cat food already?"

Bakugo didn't answer.

"Unless you were planning on getting one," Izuku said with a teasing edge on his voice.

"Shut the fuck up before I ram my claws straight through your throat," Bakugo simply said.

Izuku conceded, saying, "Alright, alright, gee, gotta work on that temper of yours one of these days."

They then got inside of the car, with Bakugo sitting on the driver's seat, before speeding off to the gate, passing through the road.

The trip was uneventful. Not one of them opened their mouths to speak. Bakugo wasn't particularly bothered by this though. He was more than happy to luxuriate himself in the blissful silence.

His moment of tranquility was ruined yet again when Izuku spoke, "Not gonna do the complete set?"

Bakugo eyed him. "No."

"Why not?"

"I'm not gonna make myself look even more ridiculous than I already am right now," Bakugo growled.

"Come on, you'll rock the look," Izuku insisted.

Bakugo glared at him and said, "I'll rock your shit if you say anything further about this."

"Yup, shutting up now," Izuku conceded. Tenacious as he was, Izuku knew better than to incite the all-encompassing wrath of the Wolverine.

'That fuckin' name still rubs me in the wrong way somehow,' Bakugo thought.

Izuku then turned his head to look at the doppelgänger, "Any more information that you may or may not withholding from us?"

The doppelgänger was silent for a few moments, before saying, "I- I only- I only know that th- they're also trying to resurrect- trying to resurrect dead heroes to use them as additional troops."

Izuku's eyes widened a little. "Dabi's a psychopath, but I didn't think he was this psychopathic."

When they reached the designated location, what they saw in front of them looked nothing more than an inconspicuous, abandoned suburban area. It was practically a ghost town. Not a shred of soul lived there.

The perfect place for a bunch of shady assholes to run their operations.

"T- This is- this is the place," the green-haired man said.

"I can see that," Bakugo replied.

Izuku's nose bobbled up, wrinkling his eyes. "This place reeks of broken hopes and dreams. Why was this area even abandoned?"

"Dunno," Bakugo shrugged as he got out of the car. "C'mon, lead the way," Bakugo gestured to the doppelgänger.

The doppelgänger was more than inclined to comply. He was in front of them the whole time.

"I gotta say," Izuku began. "Touya's cohort of weirdos and dysfunctional troglodytes really has a thing for places like this."

"Who the fuck is Touya?" Bakugo asked.

Izuku sighed. "You didn't catch on? It's obviously Dabi."

"Well excuse me for not having the ability to discern things inhumanely fast like you expected, moron," Bakugo shot back.

The doppelgänger then pointed at an entrance point. A stairs leading down to a metal door. "There."

"Ah yes, you expect us to just go down there and get chomped down by the nearest villain who is probably waiting behind that curved fucking wall as we speak?" Izuku raised his brow.

"At least we have an idea of where they're keeping those clones," Bakugo pacified.

"And the drugs," Izuku added. "If they have the drug, we would be able to get one of those without getting on those Hassaikai fuckers' radar."

Bakugo wistfully sighed. "Wishful thinking."

"Well- well are you- are you going to decide your- your next- um, your next move?" The doppelgänger inquired.

"Yup," Izuku pointed at the door. "We're going in."

"And here I thought you were the voice of reason," Bakugo said.

"We've been through this already," the red masked mercenary eyed him.

Bakugo sighed. "Yes, yes, you tend to not take things slowly. I get it."

"But on a side-note," Izuku leaned forward to whisper. "I never said I didn't have a contingency plan."

Bakugo was about to say something, but he was cut off.

"And what are we going to do with mister Cinnamon Roll over here?" Izuku's gaze moved to his doppelgänger. "I can tell the readers are a few stutters away from clicking out of the page, assuming that the readers in question came from the BokuNoHeroFanfiction subreddit. Opinionated bunch, they are."

"Wh- what- what are you- what are you talking about?" The doppelgänger asked, not knowing what Izuku was referring to.

"I'm saying," Izuku repeated again. "Why the hell are you even here anymore? Shouldn't you be running off to god knows where? I literally don't care if you tag along or not. You've served your purpose."

"For- for one- you- you.. you still have my cat in your possession," the doppelgänger clarified.

Bakugo interjected. "I'm throwing that little runt out to the streets if you keep it there."

Izuku pouted, looking at Bakugo disapprovingly, "Aw c'mon, I've always wanted cats!"

"And? Like I give a rat's dick about your petty aspirations," Bakugo replied harshly.

Izuku groaned as he said, "And we're not keeping it forever. Just as an insurance. If this turned out to be a trap, we're keeping that cat forever."

"Assuming that we ever get out of that trap to follow through with the threat," Bakugo shot back.

"Worry not, I texted Weasel and filled him in about the situation. He'll keep that cat somewhere this demasculated mess of a person won't ever reach," Izuku eyes moved to the doppelgänger.

Bakugo clicked his tongue as he said, "Fine."

Izuku then waved the doppelgänger, "Now shoo. No one wants you here."

The doppelgänger, albeit reluctantly, walked away. Izuku sighed as he, along with Bakugo, walked down the stairway. The door let out an eerie creaking noise as Izuku opened it. As they strode further into the depths of what looked like a bunker, they could feel the air growing colder.

The lights were dim as expected from an abandoned space. They flickered from time to time. The place seemed like something that came out of a horror movie at times.

Slashing the cobwebs with his baby knife, Izuku passed through the corridor, which led to a spacious quarter at the end of it.

It was big.

Big enough that some villains could be hiding—

As if on cue, multiple men came from their hiding, standing overhead on the circle-shaped area.

"Aw fuck, get ready," Izuku said.

Bakugo wasted no time as he hastily deployed his claws.

But then...

The sound of something clattering came from behind them. As they turned their heads around collectively..

A pair of large metal bars could be seen hurling towards them. Before Izuku and Bakugo could react, the bars bent itself in a way that wasn't possible. They wrapped themselves around Bakugo, tightly ensnaring them in a cramped position.

"Yup, this was definitely a trap. Our fault for walking into this one," Izuku said to himself. "But at least we get to keep the cat."

"Shut the fuck up about the cat for a second and think of a way to escape," Bakugo hissed.

"Midoriya Izuku!" A man announced himself from above.

"Oh no, that fucking voice," Izuku muttered to himself.

"What's my name?" A man stood above them, surgical scars as apparent as they are on hs face.

Bakugo squinted his eyes. "Who's the odd-looking psychopath?"

"That my friend," the man dropped into the ground nearly as Izuku finished. "Is Dabi."

Dabi laughed as he approached them. "It was that easy, huh?"

"To be fair, I already knew it was a trap," Izuku admitted.

"So why did you still fall for it?" Dabi smirked.

Izuku shrugged. "Eh, call it a hunch, but I feel like there's more to this than meets the eye."

"Be that as it may, you're within our grasp now," Dabi laughed. "Imagine the promotion that I'll get for doing something that they couldn't do for two months."

Bakugo growled, trying to break free.

Dabi turned his head over to Bakugo. "And don't even bother trying to escape. Those restraints are coated with adamantium. The very same material that are bound to your bones."

"Adamantium?" Both of them said at the same time.

"We'll get to that later, for now," Dabi snapped his fingers as the large screen in front of them lit up. "I have a very important presentation to do."

Bakugo looked at Izuku and demanded in a whisper, "So? What's the fuckin' plan?"

Izuku ignored him as he said, "Let me guess, you're gonna, what, brag about this t the one who orchestrated this all?"

Dabi looked at him with a condescending look. "Yes, what do you think?"

"Oh boy, you're so goddamn predictable," Izuku laughed mockingly. "Good ol' clout chasing Touya. Didn't get the approval he so desperately needed from daddy dearest, so he resorted to getting it from a villain."

"Careful, he can hear you now," Dabi hissed.

A voice then came out of the screen that read 'sound only', "What's so important that you had to—"

The voice stopped itself. "Dabi. What are they doing in here?"

"Just as you and the boss ordered. The two trinkets that we lost over two months ago. I got them back," Dabi proudly said.

The voice was silent for a few more moments. Eerily so. Bakugo then looked at Izuku. Fucker looked like he was assessing the whole situation.

Was he finally using that brain of his?

Then the voice replied, "You're an irritating imbecile who's out of line."

Dabi's expression dropped. "What—?"

"This is the tenth time that you've gone your way to do something without prior instructions from Tomura," the voice growled. "Have you learned nothing?"

Dabi looked confused. "B- But I captured—"

"It doesn't matter what you did," the voice said. "You're a confined canine whose job is to wait for instructions."

Dabi clenched his fists. But before he could get a word in edgewise, Izuku chimed in. "Hey, mind if I interject?"

Everyone's attention was on him now.

"Hmmm?" The voice inquired, sounding intrigued.

"You're All For One, aren't you?" Izuku dropped the bombshell, much to the shock of everyone who's in the room.

Particularly Dabi.

"Where..have you heard of that..?" Dabi trailed off.

"Oh?" The voice fished. "And just how on earth did you know who I was?"

The screen came to life, and the words 'sound only' vanished.

The man that greeted them from behind the screen was scarred beyond relief. If they didn't know better, they could've assumed that they were looking at a rotting corpse from a morgue.

"Ohhh, Touya boy here told us all about you," Izuku smirked.

Bakugo glared at Izuku. "Please shut up."

His warning fell on deaf ears.

"You—!" Dabi was halted when the man from behind the screen glared at him.

"Stay put, Dabi," the man from behind the screen ordered, his voice oozing with authority. "Back to the topic at hand, you said my dear Dabi here...spilled information about me?" The man inquired Izuku.

"Yup," Izuku nodded.

All For One sported a shit-eating grimace as he looked at Dabi. He then said, "Dabi, I thought I was under the impression that you knew telling the outside world about me was off-limits? What happened to being discreet?"

"I- I didn't say anything of the sort—"

Dabi was cut off once again when Izuku doubled down. "Shhh, we're just talkin' here."

Dabi only glared at Izuku.

Izuku then looked at the man on the screen and mischievously smiled behind the mask, though they have no way of knowing that. "Touya told us you're a psychotic, megalomaniacal asshole, his words, not mine. Hellbent on domination and pain."

Silence reigned the room.

All For One broke it, "You said all that about me?"

Dabi found himself at a corner as he began to stammer. "No? No! I didn't.."

"Sticks and stones, Touya!" Izuku regained control of the situation. "Don't let him intimidate you. It's like you said back then, this finger-lickin' dead inside pixie slab of third rate dime store nutmilk can eat your delicious cinnamon ring and kick rocks all the way to bald hell."

Dabi denied even more, "Lies! I have never said any of those words in my entire life!"

Izuku snorted as he continued, "Hah! The modesty. People think I'm a shit-talker, but honestly? This man takes the cake."

"WHAT?!" Dabi gritted his teeth as he kept on denying. "I- you- he- I- I don't even know what half of what he was saying means! The first part might be true but—"

"My hat's off to you, sir, truly," Izuku gave him a backhanded compliment.

Dabi was reduced to nothing more than a stammering mess, contrast to his earlier bravado. "This- I didn't- he's- that's- I..I- I don't—!"

All For One had enough of this charade. His eyes lit up in red, and in that instance, Dabi's skin was all flayed from its place, leaving only his muscles and exposed organs.

Seeing the sight, Izuku gasped in slight shock. Dabi's corpse crumbled onto the ground, his remains stranded on a pool of blood.

"Not my favourite Todoroki, honestly," Izuku remarked.

Bakugo looked at what just transpired in front of him and said, "You just got him fucking killed!"

All For One returned to his usual demanour. His eyes lit up again, dismantling the metal bars which were immobilising Izuku and Bakugo. "My apologies. You may take your leave."

"Just like that?" Bakugo inquired.

All For One nodded. "Believe me, I did not plan for us to meet in this...peculiar circumstance."

Yup, this was definitely the weirdest fucking thing that had ever happened to him ever since he woke up in that facility.

"Please, take your leave," All For One said.

Izuku complied, and walked away with Bakugo.

"And Dynamight?"

Bakugo stopped in his tracks, eyes meeting All For One's.

"You would do well to know that this isn't over," All For One's lips curled up ghastly.

Bakugo didn't respond anything further as he walked again.

...

'What the fuck just happened?'