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“Spinner, what the actual fuck are you saying?”
Tomura didn’t know what else to say to the “idea” Spinner had brought up.
From what he knew, Spinner had never taken any drugs- till now at least. And Tomura swore by the life of his brand-new PlayStation 7 if he found out that Spinner did, he would personally take him to get rehabilitated. Toga needed rehabilitation from her weird yandere thing she had going on with the hero students anyway, so maybe he would just need to take them both.
“Damn, Boss, you look like that one disturbed cat meme. You look so pretty!” Jin let out a laugh and, after having taken a sip from her strawberry milkshake (Kurogiri called it an appropriate blood compensation whenever Tomura asked — which was likely just an excuse to expand his range of skills as a bartender), Toga joined in with a cackle. Tomura ignored Jin’s comment and didn’t even start to interact with Toga.
Spinner was more important right now.
Said man was standing in front of him, a clearly used notebook in his clawed hand with an unnecessary long title scribbled on the cover. Judging by his face, he was understandably extremely embarrassed.
Tomura took a deep breath before looking up at Spinner again. He chose to ignore Jin and Toga laughing away at the situation, or Magne and Sako observing the whole thing with a grin on their faces. He also saw them putting money on the table and whispering something to each other. And if those were bets on who would lose their mind first — then they should better bet on him.
“Okay. So tell me again. What the FUCK was that ‘idea’ of yours?”
Tomura felt like asking again was the right thing to do. Maybe he just misheard. Maybe the title of Spinner’s notebook was just a joke. Or a metaphor for an actually villainous plan. Maybe he wouldn’t need to search Spinner’s room for drugs he had probably stolen from Dabi’s very well-hidden stash (Tomura knew he must have some somewhere. That was the only explanation for Dabi being the way he was).
“Go on. Tell me again.”
“Well, I had a dream a while back...” Spinner’s cheeks grew red, and Tomura heard enough to consider letting himself get arrested instead of dealing with any of this anymore. Hearing that a dream birthed this abomination…
“And then I thought we could use it to throw the heroes off, you know, like- “
“Ohhh, I know! Like using Confuse Ray and hoping they will hurt themselves somehow?!” Toga jumped up from the bar stool she was sitting on and had that excited grin on her face (since when was she familiar with Pocket Monsters?). Tomura of course got the reference and held back a snort at the joke. No- he needed to be the adult here. And obviously he was the one with the brain if he had to stop his teammates from doing stupid shit like this.
“Yes! Like that!” Spinner gave her a nod. Because of course the two understood each other’s thoughts like that. “The heroes will be so confused, we can use that and start a serious attack against them. We can start with Endeavor and then work our way down to- “
Tomura held up his hand to get Spinner to stop speaking.
“Let me get this straight-“
“You’re actually straight? Then what about the photo of that green-haired boy in your pocket? That’s disgustingly gay, dude.” Tomura’s hand itched to decay something at Jin’s comment but ultimately chose not to, eyes soley focused on Spinner.
“You want to confuse the heroes... …with Nomus dressed up in maid outfits that are ordered to burn down orphanages… …in order to use Sucker Punch on them?”
The bar grew silent. Tomura was waiting for Spinner to interject him, saying he misunderstood something or that he must have not gotten the joke. He was waiting for Jin to burst out into a laughing fit. For Toga to sip on her milkshake and spit it out the moment Jin started laughing — only to join him. He waited for either Sako or Magne to let out a groan upon having lost the bet they must have made. Hell, he was waiting for Sensei to speak through the TV above to tell Tomura that he needed to learn when his (according to Sensei) toys would need to be taken serious and when not. He was ready for Dabi to come bursting through the door, asking who took his secret stash of drugs. Tomura was ready for Kurogiri to give him a glass of “apple juice” to make this whole interaction manageable.
Tomura was ready and waiting for everything.
“That’s my idea, yes.”
Just not for Spinner’s answer.
…
Tomura regretted a lot of things in his life.
A part of him wished he wouldn’t just have taken Sensei’s hand without a single doubt back then. Another part of him wished that maybe he should have kidnapped Izuku Midoriya instead of the explosive brat that was blinded by hero society. But right now, he regretted letting these people join his villain organization — his villain organization that should be taken seriously and not be bastardized into a bad 90s sitcom.
Tomura took a deep breath. And let it out even slower. He crossed his legs on the bar stool he had occupied and took father’s hand off his face. It was silent and he could feel all eyes trained on him. He straightened his back and first looked Spinner-, then Toga, and then the others in the eyes.
“I hate all of you. And Dabi especially.”
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It was in the middle of hero training. Shota was watching over his students fighting each other, capture weapon ready to get a grab on Bakugo before he could murder Midoriya. Toshinori was next to him, smiling at the bunch of problem children training to be the next in line to protect the country from dangers such as the League of Villains.
“I think we should repeat the training exercise from the first lesson. It would be great to see how much progress they’ve made. And doing the exac- “
Shota didn’t let the untrained teacher finish.
“Bakugo almost murdered Midoriya and Midoriya almost sacrificed his arm just to escape death.” Shota looked up at Toshinori (that man had more centimeters on his legs than rational thoughts in his brain) and caught his eyes. “I am not repeating that. And I will never ever let you lead hero training alone ever again, you idio-“
A shrill beeping noise interrupted his critique and he, as well as Toshinori, looked at his phone screen. It was the villain alert.
“The League of Villains are at it again- “, Toshinori started, hands shaking around his phone. Shota heard gasps from his kids, even Bakugo stopped aiming another explosion at Midoriya, who looked at his teacher in alarm.
“The League?! What are they up to now?! We need to stop them quick-“ Midoriya was the first to rush to Toshinori’s side with the face of a boy asking his father to be included in the adult talk, only to be pushed to the side by Bakugo soon after. “Let me at them! Where are they?! A few explosions should teach these freaks a lesson!”
Shota stared wordlessly at his phone, not even bothering to scold Bakugo for his vocabulary.
He had other things to think of.
“Wait- why the fuck are the Nomus wearing maid outfits?”
Shota was one day closer to finally resigning from his hero job after reading about Endeavor struggling against an army of maid Nomus lead by Dabi dancing on the back of a winged Nomu while playing songs from My Chemical Romance on full volume, with Toga Himiko and Twice hanging off the Nomu’s claws and singing along to the songs with voices that should never be allowed inside a karaoke bar ever again.
Maybe he should tell his kids to reconsider their career choice before they would have to suffer the same way Endeavor did that day.