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Shigaraki Tomura was angry. More so than usual, as the worst had come to pass. According to Sensei, he needed to “learn how to be a proper successor” and “for the love of all things holy not take battle strategy from an RPG”, so the sixteen-year-old’s internet was cut off. Kuroguri said it was only for a day. Fresh air would be good for him after all.
Yeah, he called bullshit. Unfortunately, his protests had been ignored and now Tomura was walking toward some random park the Nomu had warped him near. The villain in the making didn't understand how his master expected him to be distracted from the itchiness without his beloved video games. He could barely resist the urge to scratch and scratch as it was. It was envy his hate for hero society. Right now, the only thing that came close to keeping his mind off it was the irritation growing for the people around him.
The couple picnicking on the grass in front of him for example? Oh, how wonderful of them to flaunt their completely perfect relationship in front of everyone. Maybe he should dust the woman and see how her boyfriend would react. Why shouldn’t he suffer?
The mother playing with her child a couple of meters away? Wow, didn’t that little girl just have the most loving parent? Was her father in her life? Would she have anyone to turn to if he just “accidentally” brushed against the older woman with all five fingers and made her explode into a red mist?
It didn’t matter, this place wasn’t even worth destroying. Turning around in a huff, Tomura was about to ignore Sensei’s “touch grass” order and see if he could find an internet café in this godforsaken city. He needed to let off some steam and the itching was becoming unbearable as it always did when he was jealous. That was, until he heard a small explosion followed by a feminine cry of pain. Eyes widening, he felt something stir in his head as it started pounding memories, it was the memories.
There was a second explosion, but nobody around him seemed to notice. Everyone was too engrossed in their amazing lives to help or just didn’t care why would they? They didn’t care then, and they don’t care now. A third explosion finally spurred Tomura to action, and he figured it might be worth checking out. He followed the sound and was led to a more secluded area behind a dumpster where a blonde kid in a school uniform was wailing on a green-haired girl with small explosions from his palms while two idiots also in school uniforms cheered him on as she begged them to stop.
Her clothes were burning. There was smoke. Fire. She was on fire, his baby sister was on fire.
“Stop that right now,” Tomura said with a growl before he could think. He was surprised by the fury in his voice, though it served its purpose of getting the blonde’s attention, sparing Ume the girl another blow.
“Who the hell are you?” the boy demanded. Ah, he seemed like an arrogant one. That just wouldn’t do…
“Oh, don’t you have quite the powerful quirk? Is it flames like Endeavor?” he responded with a dark chuckle. The bully seemed to take his words at face value and not catch the undertone beneath it, as he puffed out in pride.
“My quirk is called Explosion and it’s going to make me the number one hero, but what’s it to you freak?”
Freak good for nothing deadweight dimwit coward
If he wasn’t pissed off before, now Tomura was absolutely furious. Who did this prick think he was? What right did he have to talk to Uppermoon Six like that?
Wait, what? Why was everything so confusing? He just wanted to make that boy suffer like they had.
Either way, it didn’t change the fact that the girl was still crying. He would have to check on her after he took care of this after all, didn’t the boy with the Hanafuda earrings tell him to treasure her when they were dying and hurling insults? Maybe he just found a new way to blow off steam…
“I’m just bursting with jealousy!” he began, scratching his neck enough to make it bleed a bit, “I bet it doesn’t have any negative side effects either. My quirk isn’t like that, you know. I’m always so itchy because of it. Do you want to see what it does?” he picked up a piece of trash with all five fingers and instantly it fell apart. The look of horror on two of the bully-idiots faces while the blonde kid tried to keep acting tough was so delicious. The young villain couldn’t contain his laughter. It seemed they had rightly guessed who was next. This was so much better than a first-person shooter
“Please, don’t hurt them,” a feminine voice whimpered. His attention was immediately drawn to the green-haired girl again and he looked at her, truly looked at her for the first time. Everything came rushing back as he took her in. He would recognize her anywhere, even with fluffy green hair.
It was Ume.
He remembered it all. She was Ume. Not Daki. Never Daki. They were Ume and Gyutaro.
This revelation alone made him want to cry and embrace her (carefully of course. He just got her back, it would be beyond horrible to accidentally dust her), but he needed to stay strong for the both of them.
“You want me to let them go?” Tomura Tenko Gyutaro asked as he tilted his head in confusion. What happened to his beautifully ruthless and cunning baby sister? Well, maybe it was for the better. That might mean she had the upbringing she deserved.
“Yes, please?” she asked with tearful eyes. The teen rolled his eyes with a sigh, but he would grant the request. After all, he never learned how to say no to that sweet little face of hers.
“Fine! You three can go, but if you so much as touch a hair on her head again, I will hunt you down and cause you so much pain, all of you will beg for me to disintegrate you. Understood?” he barked, glaring at the bullies as he tried to contain his frustration.
The cronies immediately nodded in agreement, but the blonde simply looked furious.
“Like hell I will! Come try, I’ll beat your a-” he declared, only to be dragged away by the cronies before they all ran out of sight.
Now that those bullies were out of the way, Tomura was able to focus on the person that truly mattered. The one who this was all for.
“Are you ok?” he asked her as she wiped her tears and got back up. Please remember me, please remember me. You promised you’d always be my little sister, he thought desperately as his mind raced. Despite his anxiety, however, Tomura’s expression remained stoic.
“You stood up to Kacchan,” she said, looking at him with shining eyes. Like he was the most amazing thing in the world. Like she believed her big brother could fix anything. “No one ever stands up for me, especially to him.”
So, this wasn’t the first time they picked on her, he thought darkly as she continued to babble about how thankful she was. Briefly, he regretted letting them leave alive, but her praise was more than enough to make him ignore that. Everything was right with the world again now that they were together.
“You don’t need to thank me,” Tomura said after listening to her mutter for a while, cutting her gratitude and apologies short, “It will be enough to know what your name is now.”
She tilted her head in confusion. Did she not understand what he was saying? That was weird, normally she only did that when she was pissed off. His mind continued to race as his heart sank. Did she not remember?
He was about to ask her more questions when her phone buzzed. He saw her eyes widen when she checked it.
“Crap. I’ve got to get home soon or my mom will get worried. Thank you so much again for helping me. What’s your name?”
Ah…looks like she didn’t remember.
“Shigaraki Tomura. Yours?”
That’s fine.
“Midoriya Izuku.”
He would make her remember.