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-Tenko- Shigaraki's eyes showed the villain's doubt and surprise without a hint of shame, as if that name in Izuku's mouth meant everything to him -It wasn't a dream, right?
They were battered, with broken bones and their skin covered in both dried and fresh blood, blood that made the dust from the debris cling to both like an uncomfortable, greasy second layer of skin.
Izuku could feel the tears running down his freckled cheeks as the realization hit his mind, realizing that all the words he said that night, in that meeting that the teenager had believed to be the product of his imagination and his taboo longing for the villain, had been listened to, being received, and considered.
-Was that night true, Tenko?- Izuku got as close as he could due to his broken leg to the villain, who was paralyzed seeing the green-haired teen as if he were a dream vision, as if he were nothing more than a product of his desperate imagination, as if his mind was playing tricks on him, taunting him by using what he couldn't have.
-You told me that I was your hero, that we are united by fate- Shigaraki was looking with those bright red eyes of his as the hero came closer until they were centimeters apart, bringing his broken and bloody hands to his cheeks, caressing the broken skin of Shigaraki like it was the most valuable thing in Izuku's world.
Shigaraki felt like his chest was going to explode, his heart was going to shoot out of his chest with the excitement and euphoria he felt due to the implication that his archenemy had heard everything he had promised himself he would never reveal, that he had heard nothing more than his sincere feelings and his most shameful confessions.
His hope of being saved, that Izuku would take him into account in his plans and goals, that he would be someone on the radar of the hero who had been his obsession from the beginning, that he would be seen by the person who was technically his other half, both in quirk like on role in the world. He was Fear, the Fear that stuck in the hearts of people and made them tremble under the power and influence that the young man had in society; while
Izuku was Hope, the Hope that everything would work out in the end and that the world would end up becoming a better place to live and prosper.
It was the Hope that the Fear had longed for more than anything in the world.
-Was that all true, Tenko?- Izuku brought their faces together, brushing his freckled nose against Shigaraki's while lightly brushing his lips against his, as if he still wasn't sure if he was allowed to show his feelings to the villain without provoke him to lash out due to his blindness -Were you serious when you said it was yours?- Shigaraki hesitated for a few seconds before joining his split lips against Izuku's.
Unlike his first time, this time his kiss tasted of the copper of blood, as if it were in the process of fusion and exchange, as if the two young men were exchanging their vital fluids and merging their souls into one.
They could feel how their quirks resonated together, at the same time, forming a rhythm that seemed like the heartbeat of a new being -Tenko...
-Bunny, yes- Shigaraki sounded euphoric and ecstatic, as if he had been given the most precious thing of creation on a silver platter -It was all true, everything- the villain spoke between kisses, not wanting to get away from his hero fearing that everything was just another dream, an illusion, an illusion that would be broken when he realized that they were still fighting with their broken bodies and anger on the surface of their skins -You are mine, all mine, and you always will be.
When the individual who would later be known as Mataki appeared on the battlefield, he didn't let those involved, especially All for One, overanalyze him before he turned on the villain, the Demon King, the God on Earth, hitting him in such a way that he was sent flying along with a burst of energy that would later be compared to the force of 5 atomic bombs detonated at the same time.
The comparison used in Mataki with atomic bombs is due to the large amount of "radioactive" energy that his body constantly emanates, as if he could not turn off or stop producing that unprecedented power that he possessed as if he needed to constantly let go so that his body would not explode due to the pressure that this energy put on his body.
Mataki' hair was long, reaching almost to his hips, and curly, with a base of white hair that turned green towards the ends, though there were also light green streaks growing from his hair roots. His right eye was a neon phosphorescent green that seemed to glow constantly, while his left eye was a blood red that stood out due to the color of it and not the brightness of it.
Mataki's skin, rough and scarred on both his torso and arms, was covered in freckles that seemed to glow due to the energy emanating from the young man in the form of emerald and ruby rays, rays that produced sounds of sparks and tiny burns where they encountered the ground.
He was dressed in rags, as if he had owned one of the best suits that history had ever seen, but it had been torn apart due to a battle that seemed to have ended in a draw.
Mataki's body was stocky and tall, his muscles built up ready for a fight. His eyes were like a cat's, sharp-eyed but capable of turning round and reassuring, capable of both striking terror in the hearts of his enemies and instilling the greatest trust in other people.
But what no one knew was what his voice sounded like.
All for One did not say him more than questions when the individual hit him as if he were nothing more than mush, as if he were nothing more than a simple insect under the soles of his feet, but Mataki did not answer any of his questions before doing what All Might could not at the time; not only did he break, grind, the brain of the being of Evil, but he also separated the head, arms, legs and organs of the man's body, separating him into thousands of little pieces that him later scattered throughout the world.
He did it in such a way that the man was not able to regenerate, plus he couldn't risk leaving him alive, since All for One had been cheating death for years.
Mataki was not a hero, so he had no qualms about killing the Symbol of Evil to rid him of the existence, besides the man should have die a century ago; and Mataki was not a villain either, but a human being who did what he had to do to live a life in peace and tranquility.
And, because of this, it was that the being decided not to look back and escape from the battlefield before both heroes and villains got close enough to ask questions, to investigate the identity of this young man who, as he had arrived, he had disappeared in a ball of energy that seemed to be produced from the same divinity.
Mataki was named by Mika, an 18-year-old girl with a liquid-bending quirk who found the creature raiding her kitchen one spring night. Mika lived in a ghost village, a village that the Japanese government had not registered or know about it, and the laws that control the quirks were nothing more than a rumor on the wind.
Mataki had become Mika's "pet" after he decided to act like a spoiled child when it came to his interaction with the young woman, thus deciding that he would live with the girl despite her clear denials.
And why Mataki decided to become the orphan's spoiled dog who wasn't afraid to use her quirk to break his bones anytime anywhere? Due to the quirk in question, which was an inexhaustible source of interest for the being, and the harsh and uncensored sincerity characteristic of Mika.
Despite the multiple substances that Mika could manipulate with her quirk, which varied between water in its three states of matter, oils, liquid fuels, and liquid substances produced by other people's quirks (Mika could easily weaponize Todoroki's ice), the girl had a predilection for handling other people's bodily fluids, especially blood.
Due to this, Mika could manipulate people as if they were nothing more than puppets made of flesh, being able to control their actions, but not their head and thoughts. The person in question would be fully aware of the manipulation to which their body was under. And it was this that made Mataki fascinated with the girl.
You see, Mika had a moral compass that could be classified as selective, she would never manipulate her acquaintances and loved ones, but she had no remorse when it came to people that she didn't know or who had hurt her and those she knew. The only one who was spared from this "clause" was Mataki, who, even though Mika considered him valuable in her life, although she was not ready to say it out loud, she did not hesitate to throw into the air, or break his limbs, when she found him too annoying or infuriating.
And that only made the bastard laugh even more instead of shutting up.
Mataki was totally fascinated by the girl, as if she was the most entertaining thing on the planet. Her hair was a bluish black that could be compared to the night sky, and her eyes were a powerful aquamarine turquoise that looked like they were painted in oils created with wax crayons. She had a mole decorating the side of her left eye and others adorning several of her fingers.
She tended to dress very simply, with solid-colored shirts and T-shirts and flat skirts that were either black or white; if she wasn't wearing pants, she always wore black leggings under her skirt. She had the habit of wearing sneakers most of the time, although she could also be seen wearing sandals or ballerina shoes, which sometimes also had the presence of heels.
The relationship between Mika and Mataki could be described as that of a married couple that seemed to have been carried out one-sidedly, as if Mataki was nothing more than an idiot in love with his wife who didn't love him at all and constantly made it clear to him through the almost daily injuries she provided.
But despite that, it wasn't that Mika hated Mataki, but that she found him exhaustingly annoying and irritating, as if he were a child constantly asking for her attention, as if he needed the girl's constant attention to live.
Mika was a girl who was guided by her selfish desires and the seriousness of her life while Mataki was the spitting image of endless energy and life in constant ecstasy.