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Shigaraki Mikumo was born into love.
He loved his mother, he loved his father, he loved his brother. It didn’t matter that they were villains, when they were his family. And to him, family meant everything. Family meant you were never given up on-
“Let me go!”
That you were always kept safe-
“Stop it! Stop hurting me!”
And that you never had to go through life alone-
“Daddy! Daddy, wake up! Please,” Mikumo sobbed, his arm clutched in All Might’s giant palm, his small legs kicking fruitlessly at his assailant. He sobbed and blubbered, staring at his father’s corpse. All Might had blown his father’s head clean in. He was holding his organs inside of his body, however. His father had injured him well. Mikumo could get revenge. Mikumo would get revenge. Mikumo screamed .
“You bastard!” Mikumo yelled, summoning a shield that his weak little arms were unable to damage the mighty hero with, the man staring at him with an unreadable expression, “You murderous bastard!”
Spikes burst out of Mikumo’s feet, his grandmother’s quirk swirling in him. All Might grunted as the spikes dug into his side, before squeezing . Mikumo shrieked as his arm snapped in the hero’s hold.
“You have a quirk just like his,” All Might said, fascinated, “don’t you?”
“Let me go!” Mikumo yelled, vision going white from the pain of dangling from his broken arm.
“You do,” All Might said, before breaking into a predatory grin, “ you do .”
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Inko believed that both of her sons escaped with Kurogiri. That’s the only reason she was willing to stay back and hold off any heroes that attempted to go after them before they could get to a warp point. Her discus clenched in her fists, her bulky mask donning half her face, and her green hair tied into a bun at the top of her head. She wasn’t wearing her more protective villain costume, instead donning a pair of jeans and a loose shirt. She narrowed her eyes into the darkness. She didn’t feel good about a fight, but anything would go if it meant protecting her children.
“Shigaraki Inko,” a voice called out, as a hero exposed himself. She recognized him. Sir Nighteye , All Might’s sidekick. Her grip on her discus relaxed as she entered a fighting stance, waiting for the hero to make the first move.
“I prefer to be called Crybaby in this context, Sir Nighteye.”
The fight was fast. Sir Nighteye was fast . Inko was adept at battle, but she mostly did the planning and organizing side of things and let her husband handle the rest. Despite that, it was an even match. Every punch and slice of the discus, to Inko trying to pull out his organs with her quirk, to Nighteye using his quirk on her to tell her every move, was carefully matched and avoided.
A punch from Nighteye, and a slice of the discus from Crybaby. She was covered in bruises, and he was covered in scrapes, cuts, and jabs, bleeding onto the floor while she struggled not to nurse her broken ribs, unadjusted to the pain.
But like all things, the match must end.
Inko pulled one of her flying discs into the back of Sir Nighteye, tanking the punch so powerful it broke her mask and made one of her teeth go loose in return, stumbling. Sir Nighteye spit blood, and Inko believed it was over, giving a short, barking laugh as she readied her discus to slit his throat.
A knife went into her stomach. Her eyes widened. Sir Nighteye stared at her, clenching the handle in his fist, before pulling down and slitting her belly open. She screamed, as her vision went white from the pain, clutching her stomach as he pulled out the knife and her organs tried to go with it. She collapsed, adrenaline the only thing keeping her from screaming, as she stared up at Nighteye.
The knife came towards her eye-
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It didn’t take long for more heroes to arrive and clear the place out. Nearly all the villains there were taken into custody, with only two escapees, not that the heroes knew that. In the battle, there were over fifteen dead, as well as a pair of horses that the villains used for transport. Dead villains, heroes, and a civilian that had been too nosy for their own good. A hearse took into custody a married couple covered in white sheets, while their youngest son was chained in quirk suppressants and trapped in the jail car.
They didn’t even know the oldest son existed.
Why would they care that he was alive and brimming with hate?
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Rumor has it, that deep under Tartarus, at the very lowest level, they contain the most dangerous villain in the world. A little boy, with fluffy white hair, green eyes, and pure white pupils. A little boy with a hole in his hand.
Rumor has it, he’ll never escape.