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Tomura Shigaraki woke up, and chose violence.
Though to be fair, being a Yakuza leader of an underground empire can do that to you. Its just that lately, Tomura hasn't felt such violence since the day he met Izuku and started dating.
So it only make sense that once Izuku is taken from him, he loses his shit.
"WHO DARES TAKE MY IZUKU FROM ME!?" The man has been stomping around collecting items like a game protagonist looting a villager's house. Meanwhile, his closest subordinates just sat in their common room watching.
"You think we should help him?" Shuichi Iguchi, also known as Spinner, had asked one time after they witnessed their supreme leader almost trip on air with a handful of bombs.
"Nah, he's overreacting." Dabi waved off easily, sipping his half empty beer.
"You sure? Last time Izu was kidnapped, it turned out to be a long time enemy of ours. If we hadn't found that tiny bullet with their emblem on it, who knows were we'd be right now." Himiko mused thoughtfully while she rocked back and forth from her cushion.
Dabi glared at her, "Since when did you become a smartass?"
"Since I started maturing." Himiko retorted without a beat, getting a scowl out of the much older man.
"Well," Mr. Compress interjected softly, "It doesn't matter what you children think, because our young leader just left for vengeance." By the time everyone turned to the elevator –the only exit down to the lobby– it had already closed.
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"Welp, guess all we have to do now is wait." Jin commented to break the silence, before contrasting with: "This is the 4th time this week, lets go kill with him!"
Izuku is a patient man– or– young man. With a childhood like his and the trauma he endured mentally and physically, its only fair that he'd get some skills out of them. Even if it was through unconventional ways.
So when he suddenly gets pulled into an alley, tied up and dumped inside a trunk, then proceed to be driven who knows where…he wasn't worried. Not at all.
If anything he pitied the kidnappers and their inevitable demise once his kidnapping gets out to a certain 'someone'.
This wasn't the first time it happened after all.
Not even a day later, there's an explosion on the other side of (where he assumed to be kept in) building. The kidnappers glared at him as if he had anything to do with it– which, he indirectly did, but that's besides the point. He's just been sitting on his chair tied up and being a good hostage. On the other hand, he knew exactly what would happen ever since these thugs put their hands on him.
And he doesn't regret one bit of not telling them anything. Not like they seemed to want anything from him. And as far as he could tell, they're just the third party in this mission.
In other words, he doesn't care what happens to them next.
The fire alarm went off, therefore turning on the sprinklers including the room they're in. Izuku had the joy of watching his kidnappers panic and growl incoherent words at each other, almost like wild animals.
And then the door slammed off its hinges, and Izuku's grin couldn't be any wider.
"Oi! Who the fuck do you think you are—!" First mistake, not recognizing danger when it's literally in front of you. So as a result:
BANG!
Your brains get splattered, Izuku winced as blood also splattered on his face. Disgusting, and he's put an effort to being completely still too.
The other two kidnappers who were in the room were not so lucky either as they met the end of his saviour's gun. Shots fired on knees, shoulders, then the head.
Wow, Tomura must be really pissed right now.
"Took you long enough." Izuku remarked after the room went quiet of screams, a sly smirk on his lips as a pissed Tomura could only mean one thing.
"Couldn't find the fucking bombs," The white-haired man grumbled with an absolutely furious expression, "We should really get you some bodyguards."
The greenette giggled, tilting his head innocently while his savior stomped towards him. "Why would I need them if I have you?" Tomura's eyes narrowed dangerously at that, stopping right in front of him. His eyes looked him up and down, taking in his position on the chair.
Izuku had to suppress a grin; pretty little him sitting on a chair with his arms tied around the backrest behind him, and his legs apart as his ankles are tied to the chair as well. Nothing could possibly go wro—
Tomura leans down and smashes his lips against his.
Its been awhile since they've done this. With college keeping Izuku busy and Tomura running a Yakuza empire, they have little to no time for each other. So this is a pleasant action that the greenette wished won't ever end.
Tomura seemed to share the sentiment as he passionately kissed him deeper, a callous hand sliding to his neck to keep him in place.
And then he heard something snap, the ropes binding his arms falling to floor.
When Tomura tried to pull away, Izuku threw his arms around his shoulders and pulled him back down – he pushed his tongue in to capture the white-haired man. This resulted in a pleasant moan escaping the both of them.
They should probably stay in high alert since they're still in enemy territory, but Izuku wanted to cherish this as much he can.
Tomura slowly crouched between the greenette's legs, their kiss never breaking while he slid one hand down the latter's leg, and the other carefully maneuvering as to not accidentally injure said limb.
Another rope snapped, and then another, freeing the ankles from their restraints.
"Oi, did ya bastards evacuate the– what the hell!?"
Before Tomura could turn around and throw his dagger at the intruder, like the cool hotty he is, Izuku beats him to it by summoning a gun out of nowhere and shooting the guy on the head. Only it wasn't out of nowhere as the white-haired man looked down to find an empty holster.
He looked up with an impressed smirk, "You little shit."
Izuku matched the smirk with one of confidence, "You taught me for a reason, didn't you?"
Tomura laughed and ruffled the green curls affectionately, "Damn right I did. And I couldn't be more proud."
"Does that mean I get a prize?"
"If we get out of here alive, maybe."
Izuku hummed musingly, getting up so that they can finally get out of the boring room. "Did you seriously come here without an escape plan?" The sweatdrop on Tomura's temple was telling even with the poker face.
Izuku was not impressed.
BOOM!
The two snapped their heads to where they heard the explosion, on the opposite side of where Tomura originally bombed.
"…That wasn't me." The white-haired man denied after Izuku gave him a rose brow.
"Uh, hello hello…Mic test– one, two, three." The familiar posh accent of mr. Compress echoed in the speakers. "Is this working?" He asked distantly.
And then the distant voice of Spinner replied, "Yup. Its running."
"Okay then– Hello there fellow people! Apologies for the sudden intrusion, we just came to pick up some friends of ours. Hope it isn't a bother!" Tomura deadpanned at the useless apology, meanwhile, Izuku suppressed a laugh bubbling in his chest.
"I'm so gonna kill them." The white-haired man huffed as he grabbed Izuku and ran the opposite direction.
"Tomura, they're trying to save us!"
"I never allowed them to!"
Izuku cackled, not objecting anymore as he chose to comfortably wrap himself like a koala.
If getting kidnapped meant his knight in bloody suit will come rescuing him – as well as kissing him like there's no tomorrow– then he might start being a klutz from now on. More than usual that is.
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