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"Oh," Tomura breathed, squinting over the Nomu's shoulder at the green haired brat, "Shit. What are you, some sort of glitch? Since when was your hair green?" He sniffed, annoyed.
"Uh- What?" The glitch blinked. "About a year?" He answered, confused, but smart enough not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Every second he spent talking to the glitch was another second the NPC he was just about to kill had to 'stealthily' escape.
Whatever. It's not like he could finish the job in front of Izuku anyway. It wasn't worth the headache.
Neither of them say anything for a second, while the brat stands there and just stares at him.
"Who...." He started, then shook his head a little. "I know you. How do I know you?"
"Guess, Easter-egg." He challenged, waving the Nomu back over to Eraserhead, with reluctant orders not to kill.
Dammit. There goes his entire plan.
"Tenko-nii?" Izuku hissed because, if nothing else, he's always been annoyingly observant.
At least he was being quiet about his revelation. It'd be a bitch to explain this.
.....For Izuku. It would be a bitch for Izuku to explain this, to any of his stupid hero friends. Tomura didn't have to explain shit to anyone.
And Izuku just ruined his meticulously laid out plans.
On second thought....
He turned to the pro-hero, ready to say something ominous about blood being thicker then water and letting his dear brother handle the fallout, but the hero was- finally- unconscious. Literally the one time he didn't expressly want him to be.
Great. Today was just going great.
"Hey easter-egg. Where'd you get your fancy new quirk?" He drawled, raising an eyebrow under Father. Sensei would never give Izuku a quirk like that, and something itched at the back of his head, something he should know.
"Found it." He shrugged, glaring defiantly, because little brother's suck, an actual rage burning in his eyes. He looked angrier then that time Tomura decayed a box of All-Might merch. Damn, this was weird. Interacting with Izuku like this was weird. He'd known it would have to happen eventually- they all did, really- but not this soon. "Where'd you get your fancy new brainrot? What possessed you to try to kill All Might in front of a bunch of kids?"
"I don't know you were gonna be here!" He defended himself, scowling. "Small world, I guess."
"That shouldn't matter!" Izuku growled, looking about half a second away from trying to blast him away with his new quirk again. It was honestly a little cute, he'd admit to himself. "It shouldn't matter if I'm here to stop you or not, doing murder in front of children is just shitty."
Oh, but not other murder? What, was it a manners thing? God, Izuku's morals were so weird sometimes. Fucking glitch. Tomura was getting ready to say so, too-
And then, of course, the front doors burst open.
"Heroes and their stupid dramatic entries." He gripped, scratching his neck. What was he supposed to do now?
"Kettle, meet pot." Izuku drawled petulantly, vindictive grin showing entirely too many teeth, arm charging with whatever power he'd gotten.
(Grabbed, maybe? Did Izuku actually have All for One? Fuck.)
Tomura did what any self respecting older sibling would do- he lunged for Izuku, ready to wipe that smirk off his-
He wheezed, and was launched aproximently a bajillion feet across the plaza, and, oh, right, All Might was here.
He could hear the little shit cackling from behind the blonde wonder, and a large part of him just itched to finish the job.
But he couldn't kill All Might in front of Izuku. For a vast array of reasons. His neck itched something awful, and he snarled a retreat order to Kurogiri.
Izuku's laughter grated on his ears as they left, but not as much as his cries would have.
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"That little shit." Tomura hissed, itching his neck before he's even on his feet back in the bar. "He said he was going to be an underground hero! The FUCK is he doing at UA?" He griped. Kurogiri hummed, not even trying to be subtle as he shifted his wares out of Tomura's range. Bastard was lucky Tomura's anger was targeted.
"I must admit, seeing the young master was a....surprise for me, as well." Kurogiri sighed, and Tomura snorted, sure that was a mild way of putting it. Like most villains, Kurogiri had never met Izuku, but word traveled fast, especially when Sensei wanted it to. "I placed him in the flood zone in hopes of minimizing damage."
Minimizing damage. Because Kurogiri- and, in all likelihood, the NPCs in the flood zone- knew exactly two things about Izuku: He is incapable of minding his own business, and fucking with him always ends badly, one way or another, be it because of Tomura's own protective rage, his mother's ambiguous connections, someone eager to prove themself to Sensei, or the little shit's unhinged nature.
It just....Ended badly. It was the same reason whoever had recognized Izuku and was captured won't say shit about him, thankfully. One less fire for Tomura to put out after that disaster of an opening move.
"He did this on purpose." Tomura hissed, however little sense it made, because the brat would do anything to ruin his day.
Or- shit, more then his day. His week. Maybe his entire month, because shit, he had to tell Sensei. He had to call sensei, and tell him that the brat was in the hero course and had a brand new quirk.
Tomura bit back another scream, then remembered he owned the damn building and didn't bother. He wrung his hands a few times until he was at least reasonably confident that he could use a phone without destroying it.
Sensei picked up on the third ring. "I assume this is a call about Izuku." He intones without preamble, voice deep and dangerous in a way that makes Tomura's stomach churn and spine tingle. God damn this entire day. He wants a reload. Hardcore mode sucked.
Stupid, cunning, heroic, bastard little brother. Tomura was going to string him up by his toes.