"Woah! It's All Might in the flesh!"

"Is that Azul?!"

"No way!"

(Y/n) glanced at the small portion of—rather stupid—civilians that stopped to take a look at her and All Might. "Azul??" She asked, adding, "No way, where?" after, with a small smirk. Bakugo rolled his eyes at her as they simultaneously felt the air around them get colder. "Those purses and wallets..." Todoroki reeled his right arm back. "...don't belong to you." Ice rapidly shrouded the streets in front of the teens, capturing the gang with ease while most bystanders ran away from the scene.

Although, the leader of the group started to break out of the ice. "Y'think a little bit of ice is gonna make me throw in the towel?!" He barked, bursting out from under the cold element. His fizzy quirk also helped out the rest of his gang's legs break free. "We did our homework on the patrol patterns 'round here all to prep for today! Especially now, during the end of the year! We spent a whole month on this plan! It was all done for this moment in this part of town where there'd be plenty of suckers and not a single hero!!"

"You're pretty feisty, aren'tcha?" (Y/n) deadpanned. "Get a job, loser!" Bakugo shouted with a sassy uplift of his lip. "Sadly, your plans will come to nothing," Todoroki added.

"Feisty? Sadly?! High school brats sure are naive nowadays. Not to mention, dumb as rocks! Listen up...I control carbonation! Getting all shook up...really makes me feel alive! I'm way more determined than a group of kids on their way home from school!" The villain declared. Bakugo bursted forward as they began to move in a different direction. "Determined to run away!" He yelled, catching up quickly and brutally sent explosions to all of the thug's faces.

At the exact same time (Y/n) had also decided to act, sending shocks through their temples and knocking them out. Although the teens fingers grazed as they acted on their hidden ideas, merely taking a fleeting glance at each other in response to the fugacious contact. The leader of the gang was caught by surprise, and probably by the sheer weakness of his gang. "Really?! Out cold already? I was trying to tone it down just enough to trip you up, but I guess you ain't determined enough," Bakugo settled on the side of a building that wasn't covered in ice.

(Y/n) simply backed up to stand next to her favorite dual haired friend. The ash blonde repelled off of the building, boosted by his quirk and a large, menacing grin on his face. "Unless you're determined to feel pain!!" The leader lurched his arms forward, (Y/n) narrowed her eyes at the gauntlets around his wrists. She took steps forward, "Bakugo-" Her words were cut off by the gauntlets bursting out carbonation in sharp cylinder streams continuously. The villain also seemed to recoil back at the sheer force of the support item.

The ash blonde was lucky enough to dodge multiple times and only got grazed on his cheek. The white haired girl jumped far into the sky before the streams had a chance to get to her. "W-W-Woah! This thing's strong!" He exclaimed. "It's too strong!!" The villain was knocked off his feet, making the streams of carbonation run wild. Among the tottering civilians, a woman with eyes of buttons strayed from the safety efforts with her phone recording the situation. "It's a snow and ice carnival!" She awed. "Get back, miss!" All Might warned.

A nearby pole was sliced in half by the sharp carbonation, it unfortunately happened to tip over where the woman was standing. Bakugo and (Y/n) noticed immediately and sprung into action. Although, a man with habits that died hard—aka All Might—also decided to spring into action, tackling the woman away from danger with precision. Meanwhile Bakugo blasted himself forward and exploded the sliced up pole—(Y/n) shot fire from her palms and melted the metal to mere goop from her place in the sky.

It landed on the ground with a splat while the woman squealed in realization. "You wanna die?! GO SOMEWHERE ELSE!" The ash blonde yelled with a strained expression. The leader of the gang of villains messed around with his quirk and the gauntlets, swinging his arms around and causing more damage. 'I'm gonna have to get rough! There's no choice.' Todoroki pulled up his left sleeve. (Y/n) covered her face as the boy unleashed his Flash-Freeze Heat-Wave, the cold air rapidly heating and expanding around him, bursting out the superheated blast from his glowing red arm.

The wind was harsh. As the attack cleared, the leader was seen crashing into the leftover ice rather hardly, (Y/n) almost winced at the sound. "Heat eliminates carbonation," Shoto stated matter of factly. (Y/n) dropped to the ground with ease. "That's the same crap you used against freakin' Deku at the Sports Festival!" Bakugo exclaimed, holding up two of the knocked out thugs by the collars. "They've been taken out, right? Anyone hurt? Are you alright (Y/n)?" Shoto asked, ignoring the other boy's exclaim.

"No, you idiot! You mockin' me?!"

"I'm cool."

"What about the woman?"

"She's fine. You idiot!"

"Are you three okay?!" All Might questioned, jogging up to the three with a hero by his side. Although (Y/n) was swiftly making her way to the knocked out leader of the gang. "Ohh?! You're U.A.'s famous bad boy, aren't you?!" The bald villain inquired loudly at the ash blonde with his hands on his hips. "What's up with this guy?" The teen shot back with his usual attitude. "Did you two handle all this yourselves? Oh! Is that Azul?"

(Y/n) glanced at the hero, squinting her eyes, "Wassup? Nah they did all this themselves," she swatted her hand, waving them off and clearing a bit of the smoke at the same time. The hero looked back at the teens and back at the roughed up thugs. "Those criminals were stealing purses and stuff from civilians. We apprehended all of them, I believe," Shoto spoke up. "And what about the stolen goods?" The hero tilted his head.

Katsuki let out a "Hmph!" as he dug out all of the purses and wallets from his pockets with one eyebrow raised and on the opposite, his eye squinted. (Y/n) also hauled out a huff as she pulled out all of the wallets and purses she nabbed. "We pick pocketed 'em back so they wouldn't be blown and zapped to bits," he elucidated while catching the purses and wallets (Y/n) tossed to him from afar. "Thanks for guiding the civilians to safety," Shoto thanked All Might while (Y/n) looked down at the leader of the gang, squatting to take a closer look.

"Perfectly done!! It's hard to believe you kids are still students!! Thank you!! You're sure to be top heroes one of these days!!" Ejaculated the hero, squeezing both boys into a large hug and (Y/n) snorted at the face Bakugo pulled almost immediately. "You can leave the rest to me, Slidin' Go!!" He announced. (Y/n) furrowed her eyebrows and slightly grazing her fingers against the material of the gauntlets the villain wore. She suddenly felt ticking underneath her touch, she recoiled immediately, shielding her face as both gauntlets blew up.

The male's heads swerved around to the noise, (Y/n) uncovered herself and inspected the scraps of the item closely. "His gauntlets blew up..." She mumbled, though they caught what she had said as they neared her position. "Sure did! Nothing good can come of using inferior black market products!" Slidin' Go said, hands still on his hips. "Hm," (Y/n) hummed curtly, snapping one of the metal pieces in half with just the use of three fingers. She looked over to the hero and narrowed her eyes, her electric irises boring into his soul. "What's your hero name, again?"

Bakugo noticed her sizing the man up, making him scoot a little farther away from the man, unconsciously finding himself put off by the suspecting look in the girl's eyes. She had already taken her attention off of the hero when All Might began speaking. "You three did great," the blonde smiled at the girl while placing his hands on the boy's heads. "Thanks," Shoto looked down, (Y/n) saw the tiniest uplift of his lips. "Ugh!" Was what Bakugo responded with, pulling another one of his ugly expressions.

"Let's go home. You guys must be hungry."

"Hell yeah. I need to do my hair again, my roots are comin' in 4 inches hot."

"I have to melt my ice first."

"Yeah? Well I ain't helping."

"You're just a loser. Let's go, I'll help, Sho."

Inside of the conspicuous building Destro's long lost son owns..."The products I'm leaking into the black market are constantly monitored. If things are looking risky, I make them self-destruct, leaving no trace. All the while, we're gathering a ton of valuable data," Rikiya explained as he cut up his food.

"A businessman to the end..."

"All to further the Liberation agenda."

"Where are the Sins'?"

"The nightclub, out drinking again."

"Hmph."

A man with long, black hair and bangs that covered his eyes held up a black flip phone. "Hm? Your guest has arrived," he announced with food in his mouth. "So soon?" Rikiya tilted his head, stopping himself from pushing the bite of food in his mouth. "You told us to move on that immediately, and your word is as good as Destro's. They're saying he's not in a talkative mood though," the long haired man said. The elevator doors opened up.

"The search for his client list apparently turned up nothing."

"The man claims he destroyed such lists."

Two suited up males held a very beat up Giran by his arms behind his back, ushering him inside of the room. "What a scrupulous fellow!"

"He helps the League of Villains recruit and provides them with support items. Yes, there's no doubt that Giran the Broker has plenty of info on the League." The suited up men shoved him down to sit in a seat. "Heh...of all the...Never thought anyone'd trace it back to me. It would have to be someone with plenty of time on their hands." Giran huffed out a breath, "And look what we have here. If it ain't the president forehead of Detnerat himself." He lulled his head to the side while the big foreheaded man walked up to his form.

"I gotta say...I resent all this. I've been making bank off this stuff since I got started. But now it's looking like your big, legit company is entering my racket?" He mused, a grin showing on his face. "Name your price," Rikiya rose his pointer finger in unison with his eyebrow. "Business dealings...are something y'do face-to-face. And I only make deals with people I respect. Not with guys who decide to kick the crap out of me first," his head hit the back of the seat and when he leaned it back. "Sure I might know the League. Might not."

"Either way, you ain't getting a thing outta me. 'Cause what kinda merchant sells out his customers?! Thanks, but come again when you got the guts to do this right!" 'Even a sixteen year old has better manners, she would've told me to spit in his face by now.'

Rikiya made a disturbing wide eyed and slightly grinning expression. "You and I...are going to be spending plenty of time together it seems."

about a month and a half earlier (before the Hero Billboard Charts and Ryuk's disaster, but after the breakup between (Y/n) and the League)

"Unacceptable..." A gravely voice bellowed. "Too tiny! Why? Why, All For One...?" A giant man with spiky hair and a rock like body, cried, genuine tears rolling down his face. Tomura glared up at the giant.

Twice pushed himself up with his hands. "Can't we quit while we're behind? I'm ready for round 2, baby!"

Before all that, let's take a look at the League's current living situation.

"How did you people get in here?!"

"Wait...That's the League of Villains!"

The gang of villains leisurely walked into the building and faced a large crowd with black gowns and skull masks—not a real face in sight. They happened to be CRC, also known as the Creature Rejection Clan. They love commuting hate crimes against people with heteromorphic quirks, real scum.

"They have a lizard with them."

"How disgusting."

Mister Compress and Toga began rummaging through cabinets. "We see things of value. Are these worth anything?" Compressed inspected some weird looking dolls, knocking some over by accident as well. Some of them seemed perturbed at the clattering and misuse of whatever the dolls were for. "We're running low on funding, you see. And yes, yes, I know. Common burglary is hardly in vogue. I don't relish it either." All of a sudden, the masked crowd lunged at the villains with all types of candle holders.

"Get out of here, you sins against nature!" They crowed. And Shigaraki was the first to grab one by the head, placing all five fingers down. "We'll leave when we're done. If you don't want us overstaying our welcome...then don't mess with us," he threatened as the member crumbled to dust. The rest of them attacked. Twice went up behind one and sliced their throat open with his sharp measuring tape. Toga skillfully went on to stab two at the same time.

When Compress was captured from behind, arms pulled back, he used his real hand and compressed the member's arm, effectively getting rid of it. After the carnage, they continued what they were there for in the first place as the blood splattered on the wallpaper began to drip downwards. "There's not much money in religion nowadays, huh?" Twice rummaged through a different cabinet, tossing papers he deemed useless aside with haste. "In this economy? Everyone is just scraping by," Compress output from the open hallway a floor up.

"Ah!" Toga let out as she stared at her broken support item. "It broke!" She frowned, holding up the broken syringe. "And my prosthetic is in dire need of repair as well. I shall have to request a new one from Giran," Compress sighed.

"And where're we getting the cash for that?!"

"How long are we going to keep living like this?" Spinner spoke out with a grumbly tone as the League raided a new location that was due for demolition. "Until we finish," Shigaraki replied, kicking his foot onto the table in front of the couch he rested on. "Had we agreed to cooperate with the Hassai and Phantom group, we might be dining on fine sushi now," Compressed pointed out, as much as they didn't like Daichi and Overhaul. "Is that a joke? Not funny," Shigaraki spat.

The older man chuckled, "Come now...We're the mighty League of Villains that terrorized the nation, and we live in squalor? We do a disservice to all those who idolize us and what we stand for," the eccentric man emphasized his words. "It's just junk," Twice announced as he rummaged through a box, holding a beer in his other hand while sitting criss cross on the floor in front of Toga who was sitting in a chair. "Yeah," she agreed, leaning down and picking something up from the box. "This is pretty though," she smiled, holding up a vintage looking necklace to her neck.

"Ooh, real cute. For a spinster, maybe! Toss it!" Twice waved his hand and the door to the building slid open, showing Dabi. "You're all just kicking back? Guess I'm the only one pounding the pavement looking for new recruits," he stuffed one hand in his pocket. "Yeah? Too bad you roast everyone you bump into and haven't brought in any fresh blood!" Twice argued. "They're all worthless. Just trash living day to day without any real ambitions," the black haired man stated matter of factly.

"Maybe you're just bad at judging others!" Toga suggested with the smile still stitched onto her lips. "You, of all people, don't get to say that," Dabi almost deadpanned. The League had obviously seen better days. "It's been a month since they caught Kurogiri, right?" Shigaraki asked no one in particular. The man had gone to retrieve a "power" All For One had left, but ended up getting caught instead. "He failed so that's that. No luck finding doctor either," he held up two small black cases.

"Kurogiri was your babysitter, so you must miss him a lot, Tomura. What's so important about that doctor anyway?" Toga questioned, twirling a piece of her hair while Twice hooked on the necklace around her neck. "He was master's personal doctor. A real cautious guy. The only way to get in touch with him was through the computer at the hideout since he's the one who developed and managed the Nomu," Tomura explained.

"No matter how cautious the doctor is, you'd think he'd drop us a line. And maybe give us a hand. Especially when you consider that his former employer's golden boy is reduced to squatting."

"He didn't deny missing Kurogiri."

"Aw, Tomura must really miss him."

"Hey. Where're we going with all this?" Spinner spoke up, "I'm only here 'cause Stain inspired me to take action!"

"Huh?" Shigaraki shifted his eyes to him.

"I was born in a real back water place, stuck in the last century. Around there I was known as the lizard freak. And I just accepted it! That whole time...my heart was totally empty. That is until I learned about Stain's final stand on the evening news! He was trying to change the world on his own! That was the day I realized how suffocating society really is. I just couldn't take it anymore! This is the reason I joined up with you people!" Spinner ranted.

"So what you're saying is basically you're just an empty cosplayer," Dabi stated rather than questioned. Spinner responded with, "That's right! Totally hollow!" He grasped Tomura by his collar. "Which's why I don't get why we're sitting around doing nothing! I was ready to have some new life breathed to me! To be inspired! So answer me, Shigaraki! Where're we going?!" After the yell, the rest waited for the answer. Twice scratched his nose, Toga yawned and Compress and Dabi just stared.

"Like I said..." The powder blue haired man's lip lifted in the slightest sneer. "He-" He was cut off by a rumbling in the distance. With speed, they grabbed their things. Tomura placed his severed hands on him and Toga fixed up her mask. The League sped out of the building and heard a voice bellow in the air. "I've been looking...finally found you. I was waiting for the signal. Are you the one who succeeded All For One?" A gigantic man appeared before them with a reckless entrance, breaking up the ground and sending chunks of rocks everywhere.

Shigaraki grinned, looking up to the large rock like man, slightly moving the hand on his face by the pinky to have a better view. "Is this the power you alluded to...Kurogiri?!" The rest gazed up at the walking cataclysm. "Sooo, who's this?" Dabi spoke, eyebrow raised. "You mean to say Kurogiri set out in search of this fellow?!" Compress yelled out. "He must be the secret weapon master left behind for me." The man unhooked the radio around his neck and placed it on the ground as it let out staticky noises and a broken up voice.

"I devote myself to All For One. Now, successor...Prove that you are worthy," the giant demanded. Shigaraki's eyes widened comically, "Huhh?"

That was basically how they got to that point.

It didn't take long for Gigantomachia to start full on sobbing. "Why...Tell me why...? Oh lord, WHYY?! WHY IS HE SO WEEEAK?!" He wailed boisterously. "What's up? He doesn't make any sense!!" Spinner yelled. Shigaraki had his eyes on he radio the giant had placed on the ground. "You seem to be at a loss...Tomura Shigaraki," it spoke. "Doctor," the red eyed man acknowledged.

"Did you say "doctor"?! Could it be the doctor we're looking for?!" The scaled man called out.

"Are all your pals there with you? How've you all been doing?" The doctor asked through the radio. "Fine. Thanks..." Gigantomachia reeled his arms back behind his head. "...but we're about to be mincemeat." He slammed his arms back onto the ground, making it shatter in an instant, destroying miles of land and blew the League back. "I want to accept him! But All For One, I..." The giant dragged his hands against his face in agony. "I just can't!" He wept.

"Why not?!" Shigaraki yelled. "I take it you've met Gigantomachia? He's a big supporter of All For One. He even used to be his bodyguard! He's one of the people All For One trusts the most. With that extraordinarily durable body of his he could handle multiple quirks even without getting remodeled first." The League tried to hold onto whatever they could against the wind pressure and unstable ground as the doctor spoke through the radio. "When All For One was weakened by All Might, he knew his defeat was inevitable, so he hid Gigantomachia away."

"Such careful planning! And all this happened just a few years after he picked you up. No matter what might happen to him...he made sure his hopes and dreams would live on." Suddenly, Dabi's palms omitted flames ferociously. "Call me crazy, but I'm having a hard time seeing this as some generous gift."

"Nice insight, Dabi! I'd say you're right! Gigantomachia is loyal to a fault. So loyal that it hurts him to think that Shigaraki doesn't measure up to his old master!"

"We'd better go all-out to show him we're worthy!" The patchwork of a man send a large burst of his quirk towards the giant. "That won't be enough," the doctor announced. "For now...Hm. Let me see." A mechanical clink sounded from the radio as the League watched the giant be completely unaffected by the flames. Matter of fact, the villain completely devoured them. "Not very effective, Dabi!" Toga cried out.

"Machia." A different voice emitted from the radio. The giant did a total 360° and kneeled down towards the device. The simple calling from All For One's voice made him rub his face against the radio like a loyal dog. Shigaraki deadpanned the hardest he ever had, arms at his sides as he stood almost speechless. "A recording of All For One's voice is just the thing to calm the big guy down."

"We don't want this guy," the red eyed man said.

"Oh, you don't?! It could be quite handy in the future!" The doctor rebutted. "Huh?" Shigaraki slid the hand off his face. "Kurogiri has been babying you for too long. Open your eyes, boy."

"That's harsh, Doctor," he drawled out. The doctor huffed, "Give me a minute..."

"A minute? For what?" Toga asked.

"I swear, if this old coot doesn't get to the point...urk!" A big burp erupted from the back of Twice's throat, Toga looked at him with knit eyebrows. "Really, Jin? Burping? Gross," she said, before a burp of her own slipped out of her lips. Her mouth was pried open by black goo, making her head throw back as she instantly reached up to her mouth. The rest of the League was also consumed by the black goo that spewed from their mouths. "What?!"

"Isn't this the quirk All For One used in Kamino?! How? Why?" Compress's mask slipped off from the unexpected quirk.

"Let's have a real chat," the radio indulged.

Thus, they were transported to an eerie looking laboratory with dubious looking Nomu lined up in cylinder containers filled with liquid.

"Stinky," Toga coughed, swatting away the nasty black goo. "This is...?" Their leader trailed off. "Where're we now?" Dabi looked around, catching notice of the Nomus, more specifically, a hooded one carelessly sleeping in a cylinder beside him. "Nomu...? But unlike any we've seen before..." He rose an eyebrow.

"Ho ho, can you tell the difference?! Ho ho ho ho, once again, you've got a sharp pair of eyes, Dabi!! Yep, these little ones are nothing like the mid and low-level Nomu! They're high-end! Super Nomu I could almost call masterpieces! Impressive, huh? They're my finest work yet!" The Doctor babbled endlessly.

"Doctor, I've been looking for you for a reason. I need you to reproduce some bullets I've got. And another thing too." His mind reeled to to the small blue cylinder containing Amplify. "You've let your hair grow out, Shigaraki! How're your father and the others doing?" The Doctor seemed to not pay mind to the reason the younger male presented. "Fine," the younger responded. "Our doctor, I presume? It's too bright to make anything out," Compress placed a hand above his eyes to try and shield the light away from his vision and get a better glimpse at the Doctor.

"STAY BACK!!" After the tiny outburst the older man chuckled sonorously. "Sorry 'bout this, but I wouldn't recommend coming any closer. When we need to meet face-to-face, I'll come to you. And if you break this rule, I'll send you back to that big old meat grinder." The chair the Doctor sat on zoomed inside a tunnel that had a multitude of thick wires and pipes leading inside. "You're the one who summoned us, you freaky geezer," Twice pointed out. "Why are we here?" Dabi sighed with a lackluster look.

"I'd rather not give out my location, so I transported you all here instead. Besides Shigaraki, you're all fresh faces to me, I guess. We might've met somewhere before, though. Like Gigantomachia, I'm one of All For One's confidants. Daruma Ujiko is the name I give myself, for now. Anyhow, Shigaraki...I summoned you here out of respect for the boss. My life, my tech and my little ones here...I offered them all up to the great All For One. Up to now, you've been getting by with just scraps and leftovers of my work. Now I've got nothing against you."

"I just need to judge if you're worthy of having all this." The chair made it's way back to the light. Ujiko turned his head to face the young male, "'Cause so far you're nothing. Just a 20 year old kid palling around with the dregs of society. So what do you have to show me, Tomura Shigaraki?"

Tomura himself felt faint, fuzzy memories emerge in the front of his mind. "I don't remember much about my life before meeting my master and you."

"Yeah, I'm aware," the man input.

The powder blue haired man dug in his pocket, pulling out his father's hand. "And yet...when I equip everyone all over me...my rage just boils over. I can't help it. Ever since that day, I've done a lot of thinking." Between the memories of All For One picking him up, he felt an empty space in them that needed to be filled. And yet, as much as a tried to remember what he couldn't seem to, he knew there was an utterly empty space supposed to be filled with a seemingly important memory. "All I can really remember is my master holding me."

"Before then, I'd been an empty shell—completely hollow."

"Shigaraki..." Spinner muttered with a grim expression.

He remembered when he was showed the remains of his family. The hands that were placed all over his body. "So when I have the whole family on me...I feel so sick I want to vomit...but I also kinda feel at peace...it's weird! All I've got are these fragmented images, yet it's like there's a lump of lead deep down in my heart...providing an endless source of rage that bursts out!" His eyes squinted as he gave a mirthless uplift of his lips. "It's like I'll never feel good again."

"Even if hero society comes crashing down...Even if I rise to rule the underworld...That weight in my heart is never gonna go away. It's why I hate everything. Every living, breathing thing just rubs me the wrong way. So why not destroy it all? Why not destroy everything? I know you see it too—the beautiful horizon just waiting for us. So lend me a hand, won't you, Doctor? Heaven and Hell both—I'll show you all of it!" Tomura grinned, this time with his eyes shining like a kid seeing his favorite toy.

"What a childish daydream! Saying that with such a straight face was quite impressive!!" The Doctor laughed boisterously, smacking the arm rests of his chair. "Very well, Tomura Shigaraki! I'll help you out, so show me you mean it! Prove to me that you can make your villainous pipe dreams a reality!!"

"So easy-going," Compress commented with knit eyebrows, slightly worried for the bald man's sanity. "Tomura seems kinda disturbed," Toga noticed before realizing something all of a sudden. "Wait. You want to destroy even the things I love?" She narrowed her eyes, red rising up on her cheeks with her questioning expression. "My allies are exceptions. You guys should get what you want in life," Tomura reassured and the girl jumped up excitedly. "Woo-hoo!" She cheered.

The Doctor stood up from his chair with a laugh, "You've passed with flying colors, Shigaraki!!"

"You were testing me?" The twenty year old realized, narrowing his eyes at the older man.

"Sure. I wanted to see how much you've grown! But the plan was always to help you out and these little ones are the first thing. As well as some research I've put together, all to give you power." The red eyed man perked up at the revelation. "But I can't give you that second thing yet, because...without a doubt, you're all weak! You'll need to prove yourselves first!" Something began emerging from between the cylinder contraptions containing the Nomu.

"The big guy—simple as he is—is a different story. Unlike me, he hasn't accepted you yet!" Tomura lulled his head to the side in the slightest. "That's right. Get Gigantomachia to submit to you and everything I have will be yours to use as you see fit!" The Doctor declared.

"Right. This sure has been one looong tutorial," Tomura smirked.

"Do what you want, Mr.Leader, but I ain't helping," Dabi announced. "You're just pouting 'cause your fire didn't work," Toga mused.

"Shut up, you lunatic. I've found a good potential ally, so I'm putting my time toward that. I'm not about to go out in a blaze of glory beside our leader, here. I'm looking over for myself, okay?" Dabi stated when looked over to their leader. "Bring this ally, then. I'll be waiting," Tomura looked back.

"Perfect, Dabi! You can help me test out a High-End Nomu!! I know just the one! The perfect match for your...Let's say, aesthetics!! You two will get along great!!" A very small Nomu ended up stationing itself next to the Doctor's legs. "Did you even pay attention?" Dabi asked in a deadpan way.

"Well? Go on. Send us back. I'm feeling like I could take on the world now," Tomura ordered while a mechanical clamp extended out of the chair the Doctor sat on, showing six small devices resting on an open box. "Use these to keep in touch with me!" Once they got their communication devices, Ujiko started to mess with the Nomu that he placed on his lap. "Here we go, Johnny." He twisted a nob on the headgear the small Nomu wore. "Back to Gigantomachia they go!" The Nomu's mouth opened up, spurting out black goo.

As the quirk consumed the League, they were transported back to the place where Gigantomachia had remained hunched over, nuzzled against the radio.

"Hey! It's the return of the future king!"

The giant turned his head towards him. "A king...must inspire dread. Must be admired. Must be strong."

while (Y/n) was in the past

The original Seven Deadly Sins knew they had to get out somehow.

Guards seemed to be awfully chatty. The bad ones in particular seemed to like taunt them from time to time. Now, the Seven Deadly Sins weren't as weak minded to let things like that get to them. But once they figured out their boss—Daichi—had been slammed into Tartarus alongside them, it brought back a lot of memories of the blue—white, but how would they know?—haired girl—not that they knew anything about her other than it was Azul that locked them up.

They concocted a plan.

Uvogin began talking, spewing useless information that would be deemed useful for the authorities. He hid his laughs as he told the guards particular information where multiple crimes had been committed. And slipping in that the other Sins' would say more than he did—the plan was in action. Though as they were hauled into a trailer with a multitude of guards, they knew it would be a tough plan. But when had that ever stopped them?

What they didn't expect was help from a second party. The Meta Liberation Army.

The Seven Deadly Sins thought they were pretty interesting, and they could just kill them after, after all. That's what they thought at least, it had been before they were told about the hundred thousands on their side.

Uvogin was left behind, and the rest promised and crossed their hearts they would go back for him after the police realized they wouldn't spill. Skeptic's quirk was quite the useful one, and with the rest of their abilities they were able to keep up the illusion. Their plan was to let the police interrogate Uvogin more and then the rest of them one by one. When only Uvogin spilled useless information and the rest didn't, they—the fakes and Uvogin—were sent back to Tartarus. The guards in the trailer had been controlled by Gareki to make them forget about everything that had happened.

After learning and catching up about the world, from Daichi's capture to even the revelation of Azul and who she was, to who she defeated and much much more; they didn't expect their comrade to be tortured to death in his cell. And they knew about (Y/n)'s disappearance and everything, so they knew it wasn't her. And when she had come back, Chrollo sent an order to a sniper to take shots at her, test her. All while they feigned they were still in prison.

The original Seven Deadly Sins began bouncing back and forth through Japan, gathering the remains of the Phantoms and letting them gather people to join the gang. Meanwhile they tracked down who was the one responsible for their comrade's death. They were watching (Y/n) when she had met up with the other chain user, watching them talk and play around in the ocean. It boiled their blood so bad they didn't know what to do anymore. What was their goal? What was their next move? Should they stick with the Liberation Army, or should they not?

They realized quickly when the government realized they were loose, word on the streets grew louder, the innocent hadn't a clue of the bubbling malice underneath them. There were things they knew for certain though.

(Y/n) was the person who single-handedly took them down like a feral animal. Kurapika tortured one of their own to death. (Y/n) threw her father into Tartarus, although they knew it was justifiable as much as he was their leader.

They only pledged loyalty to those of the (L/n) bloodline. They refused everyone else.

They didn't have a goal. Toji often commented how easily they were going with the flow, and they questioned themselves whether that was a bad thing or a good thing. They knew for certain they wanted revenge for Uvogin. And they knew they had to continue gathering troupes for whatever was to come, whether they had to break their leader out of prison or find a new one.

But for now, they steadily enjoyed their hideout underneath a nightclub owned by Re-Destro, as well as the enjoyment they got from going to the nightclub.

Who didn't love VIP access?

mid-december

Tomura Shigaraki sucked his teeth as he skidding back, away from the walking calamity. Although the latter lunged at him from under ground, tearing apart the environment even further as he snatched the man's body. It splattered at the sheer force of the grasp, killing the double Twice made of their leader.

"Weak!" Since the giant broke through the ground that was connected to a cliff—he began plummeting. "In mid-air..." Twice popped up from above, unsheathing his sharp measuring tape. "You're open to attack!" Compress finished the sentence, also popping out alongside the real Tomura. "Weak!" Gigantomachia bellowed once more, twisting his body like a cat and flexing his arm, sending a wind pressurized attack, blowing the villains away.

And further from their location, Spinner and Toga heard a rumble far towards the horizon. They looked up in the direction of it. "Our future king is in trouble, huh?!" The girl exclaimed.

"Same as always," the man dismissed.

Doctor Ujiko promised the League his full support as long as they reigned over Gigantomachia, it had been a month and a half since then. The giant still hasn't accepted the young male. He could keep attacking for 48 hours and 44 minutes straight. Then slept for three hours before attacking again, which had granted them the opportunity to aid (Y/n) during her battle with Ryuk. The giant grew in battle nevertheless, and had also told the villains themselves that he had great ears and a powerful nose.

Hitting him while asleep didn't work either, since he would wake and go right after them again. Tomura's barely been sleeping, for a month and a half that went on. Even with the giant pushing him to the brink, he always managed to somehow keep smiling. And since the giant's primary target was Shigaraki, he didn't care if the rest of them wandered off and about. They agreed on taking shifts, attempting to conquer the giant alongside their leader.

The League gathered once more, with the exception of their cremator. "Is he sleeping now? When does that monster find time to eat?" Compress breathed out, worn by the continuous fighting. "You still alive, Tomura?" Toga questioned the man. "Yeah! And that thing's slowed down a lot. I'm getting way closer each time, compared to the beginning! I'm definitely gonna trip that gorilla up sooner or later." The man was ran ragged with scratched up skin and scuffed up clothes, some blood oozing out of minor rasps.

He looked like a boy chasing after his dreams with the look in his eyes. Suddenly, a loud ringtone sounded from Twice's bodysuit, a silly ringtone if anything. He perked up, snatching the phone from his butt, "Huh? Getting a call from Giran."

"That man hasn't been picking up any of my calls! Where did you pull that phone out of...?" Compress quickly moved on from his curiosity, pointing at his broken prosthetic hand. "Ask if this is insured!" He urged.

"That old broker's been looking out for me ever since he introduced me to the League! A real swell guy!!" Twice picked up the call and suddenly began talking in a rough tone. "You there, man?! Why don'tcha pick up the phone when Mr.Compress calls, you jerk?!" The other line began speaking, "Ah, I'm afraid that would be our fault. I assume I'm speaking to Jin Bubaigawara, the villain known as Twice?" The voice was high pitched and robotic. "A voice changer?" Compress spoke his thoughts.

Twice pulled the phone from the side of his head, asking, "Who is this?" His face hardened into quick anger, "And where's Giran?!" He demanded. "Say...Why don't you check the news? Right now if you can!" Mister Compress was quick to grab his phone and switch it to the news. "Breaking news! Following yesterday's events, another finger has been found."

"A finger?!" Spinner scrunched his eyebrows.

"Three days ago, outside the residence of the leader of the Shie Hassai group, a registered villain organization—a severed middle finger was discovered." Tomura moved his gaze to the phone, listening intently. The screen showed a severed finger and an intestine like scarf. "Then, in front of the Hosu City terminal—an index finger. Yesterday, a ring finger appeared on the central highway where two prisoner transport vehicles were attacked several months ago. Then, at Ground Zero in Kamino Ward...a thumb."

"And just moments ago, in central Fukuoka, at the site of Endeavor's fierce battle that is still fresh on our minds alongside the battle at the ocean front in Musutafu—a pinky finger. The fingers all seem to belong to the same individual. In addition to a scarf, sunglasses and other items of clothing thought to be personal effects of the victim were discovered at each scene. Police are treating this as a crime meant as a statement by some organization or other."

"Those are the locations where we've done our dirty deeds..." Compress put together.

"Greetings, League of Villains!! You are speaking to the Grand Commander of the Meta Liberation Army...ReDestro." Shigaraki glowered in the slightest, "First the yakuza, now the Liberation Army...all these retro freaks are trying to make a comeback. Is this 'cause of that book that came out a while back? Are you trying to ride the wave straight to the headlines?"

"How well informed you are! But no, it's the other way around. We created the wave."

"Well, good for you! Now where's Giran?! And whaddaya want?! You better have not touched a hair on that wonderful man's head!" Twice shouted at the phone. "Oh, he's here. Alive, of course. And we seek to liberate all meta-humans. We will tear down the existing framework and rebuild this world as a place where people are free to be themselves and use their abilities as they see fit," the commander explained from the other line.

"I don't see any reason we should oppose that," Compress opinionated. "Are we gonna lend these guy's the League's rep, just like with the yakuza?" Toga questioned with a grimace, obviously not happy with the simple idea of it. "How about you liberate our broker and then ring me again. I'm busy now. Once I'm done with my business here, I'll listen to you and your merry band of revolutionaries," Tomura shot. "That could very well come back to bite us," Compress voiced.

"Take a break and hear me out, why don't you? Because first of all, we will not liberate our hostage. From him, I've come to learn how tight knit you people are. Your broker is an impressive man. Someone who takes a lot of pride in his work. Someone able to sink into the shadows, always sure to evade the attention of the authorities and heroes. Too bad for you, he was unprepared for an attack from those very same shadows. I commend him for deleting his client lists before we got to him."

"And when we started severing fingers...the man not only refused to give you up—he wouldn't even cry out in pain!"

ReDestro poured himself wine in a classy glass in the location of the other line. Giran sat tied up in a chair some feet away from him. '(Y/n) always did warn me how easy she always found me.' Giran didn't dare look up at the eyes looking at him, especially the Seven Deadly Sins. Honestly, he wondered why they would serve under these scumbags instead of the certain girl he knew. "Must know her?" Feitan muttered, squinting his eyes a bit. Ban heaved a short laugh, "Probably! That girl's got connections everywhere."

"They recovered the client data anyway," Gareki reminded. "If this was a different situation, Giran, we'd respect you," Chrollo offered a charismatic smile.

"I commend his resistance, though it was futile! Because you see, we liberation warriors have prepared long and hard over many generations! We've bided our time and spread our roots wide! A "merry band of revolutionaries," you say?! I'm no fan of such jokes. There are 116,516 of our fellow warriors lying in wait, ready to rise to action! I would be loath to make such a self deprecating comment, League of Villains!"

Back to the League themselves, "This guy's gotta be bluffing," Spinner gaped. "Hm, it seems you're in Niigata? Perhaps deep in the mountains?" Twice let out a grunt of surprise and flung the phone away from them. "Too late, I'm afraid! We have a lock on you via satellite imaging. Wherever you run, we'll have eyes on the notorious League of Villains!! Endeavor, Hawks, Edgeshot, Mirko, Crust...All those heroes would be upon you with just one little call to the authorities!" The call continued as the phone hit the dirt.

"So generous, giving us advanced warning! What do you really want?" Tomura mocked.

"Destro must be the one to lead this revolution, and your name has gotten too big. Your destruction at our hands will signal the second advent of the Liberation Army! Consider those fingers as proof of our resolve. No need to draw matters out, right? We will fight to liberate the metas of this world, so make your way to Deika City in the Aichi Prefecture! That is, if you hope to see poor Giran freed! Stand against us and be destroyed, or do nothing and be capture by heroes! The choice is yours, Tomura Shigaraki!"

And after rough contemplation between the League members, their plan was set. They took the bait and headed towards the set location, they deduced with swiftness that Gigantomachia would sniff Tomura out and hunt him down—sending him right into the fray and killing the so-called bastards. They had been greeted by the very same hero that (Y/n), Bakugo, and Todoroki had the unfortunate luck of meeting after the short fight with the Cider-House gang.

The League was greeted by Curious—the executive director of Shoowaysha Publishing, the one who sent out the wave of the Meta Liberation War book—and Trumpet—the leader of the Hearts and Minds party—after stepping onto the roads of the city. Tomura quickly realized the whole city was in on it. And it was confirmed right after "liberated" civilians began going after the heinous group of six.

Back where Giran was being kept, ReDestro finished a long rant that left the other heinous group of six, yawning. "Without the Nomu, the League of Villains is nothing more than a gang of hoodlums." The gang of hoodlums themselves split up, taking different directions from the head on attacks from the well trained civilians, or rather, soldiers.

"Yeah, we'll be taking our leave, big man," Ban saluted the big foreheaded man while Benimaru and Toji had already walked out the door. "The League of Villains...you can manage yourself, correct? You don't need our protection," Chrollo smiled, closing the book in his hand and stood up. ReDestro looked back at them, "Go on ahead. This is the last you'll hear from them, pay them a quick visit on your ways out if you want..." He smirked.

Gareki scoffed, "Like we'd waste our time," he walked out, Feitan and Ban followed after.

"We won't be back for a while. Time's almost come to start rounding up the Spiders. Don't wait up on us..." Chrollo dropped his smile after shutting the door behind him. "Where to?" Ban glanced over his shoulder. "It's about time...we start focusing on our revenge."

"An eye for an eye."

The battle continued.

With Toga against Curious—who was overbearingly prying into the girl's private past—bombs were quickly one of the teen's least favorite things at the moment. She crashed through a shop's window and tumbled inside. "Oh, by the way! Watch your step in there!" The older woman warned, but was for naught as the floor of the shop exploded. "Our warriors show no mercy. If you want to live to see tomorrow, then give me my interview," the woman with the Landmine ability demanded.

The Meta Liberation warriors charged inside, barreling at the girl. The latter was quick to use her syringes, needles penetrating her enemies as she pushed her mask onto her face, blood quickly flowing towards it. Curious continued screaming questions as the blood entered Toga's body, another plan proved to be a dud when the blood exploded inside of her body. She choked, blood spurting past her teeth as her body tensed at the unprecedented attack.

Another attack sent her exploding out of the broken shop window once more. Curious began rambling about her background as she landed on the hard pavement. "Why did you abandon any hope for a normal life?! Believe me, I know you must have suffered!! Why did you succumb to madness, TELL ME!!" The sudden expression on the teen's face as she staggered upwards sent a violent shudder through the woman's entire body. "A normal life, huh? What's that?" A practiced face, that of a doll's, a mask that Himiko hid her desires behind.

"Finally, an answer..." Curious breathed as Toga's expression cracked. "You Liberation Army people are trying to make the world a wonderful place. So I like you." The doll expression fell apart at the seams. "For me, this is my normal!" A disturbing expression broke from the practiced one, Curious licked the front of her teeth, claiming that her intuition was still as sharp as ever. Toga swayed, coughing and landing on her ass, slumping against the gravel while the woman made her way over to her, continuing her one-sided interview.

She claimed Quirk Counseling was the problem, making kids fit into society's little boxes. She took the girl's bloody face into her palms, "Blood and admiration! Those two elements combined into something society was never going to accept! So you pushed it all down, suppressed yourself and created a mask!" The memories of Toga's parents yelling at her to act like a normal little girl resurfaced, making her scream at the woman to shut up, going at her with one of her knives. Curious raised her hand, a support item from her wrist activated.

A box looking glove enveloped her hand, she aimed the top of it at the girl's face and sent the harsh explosion with speed. Her bloody skin smoked from the attack, Curious hooked an arm behind her back and placed a hand on her lifted knee. "As a martyr, your tale will be a modern day parable for the ages!" The woman asked for more details, otherwise the interview wouldn't be complete. The teen screamed at her again, refusing. She shoved the woman away from her and started running away.

Toga tried make a wobbly escape as she plucked out a vile of blood from the strap on the side of her stomach. Curious signaled an "L" on her forehead with her hand, another soldier attacked her with their quirk. She made it out in time with a different appearance, Curious squealed with happiness at her transformation, spurring more questions. Another member lassoed her legs and made her trip onto the road again.

Toga only had a little bit of blood from Ochaco Uraraka, she had taken her blood just in case she ran out of (Y/n)'s while getting at Midoriya during the licensing exam. She drew out a harsh groan as Curious made her way towards her fallen figure. "Care to give me a final statement?!" The woman screamed, reeling back the support item, preparing the final blow and for the gruesome death of the girl.

'I wanna be just like you...'

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" The blonde shrieked, the rawest scream she ever let out from the depths of her lungs and the back of her throat. Her hand etched out at the same time the deafening explosion bit at her skin.

"Huh?" Curious began floating. "What?" Meters off of the ground. "Miss Curious?" A soldier questioned. Blood spilt from her face, distorting Uraraka's phony face. 'Day after day, the police and heroes came after me. So without even trying, I became sensitive to how other people behave...and I learned that the world treats high school girls just a little bit kinder. So I don't get caught.' Toga rushed at the rest of the soldiers, placing her hands on each of them. 'I don't get caught. Don't get caught.'

"I'm using Ochaco's...quirk..." The people behind her floated into the air, no gravity to tether them to the ground. She let out a sudden cough, the half of Ochaco's face fell off from her own. "But how...? Her quirk profile clearly stated that the transformation is only external. Unless...she just powered up her ability! Fear of death allowed her to grow!" Curious looked down. "Nuh uh. I just wanna love, live and die my way. My normal way." Toga raised her hands, nearing them together. "I wanna be even more like the people I love." She pressed the pad of her fingers together.

"What a lovely quote..." Curious muttered as she began falling, gravity gifted back to her body. "...for this killer story!" The bodies landed on the ground with nauseating crunches and splatters, blood polluted the pavement. Toga sluggishly took another vile of blood, barely a drop left inside as she heard more soldiers gathering and screaming the dead woman's name. Ochaco's appearance slid off of her own skin, as she took the last drop of blood from the vile, another appearance took over. The soldiers ran at her.

"(Y/n)..." 'I love her so much...' A spark of fire lit from her fingers, she raised her hands, blue fire bursted from her palms. 'Hot!' The fire consumed the soldiers, leaving the scent of burning flesh in the air. The fire ate away at their bodies and bones, they writhed and shrieked at the temperature. Toga made her escape with ease, comforted by the familiarity of the warmth. "Heh...I'm really beat up...really really hurt." 'Just like (Y/n) and Izuku.' Her quirk wore off, she wobbled through a slim alleyway.

"It's better not to kill—leave the rest for that big ol' lug, but...I have no choice. Right?" 'Because whatever we hate...has gotta be destroyed, isn't that right, Tomura?'

Toga ended up in a shed behind a living space, blood spilling from her mouth. Out of strength, couldn't move her arms, she already lost a lot of blood, colors were fading. And yet, the girl let out a short laugh. Feeling closer to the people she loves even more as she curled into a fetal position.

The rest of the League continued fighting off the Meta Liberation soldiers. As they slightly bickered and asked when Gigantomachia would wake, Trumpet showed up in a campaign van and announced the death of Curious. The warriors screamed in horror, hit by the death of one of their own. They asked the man if the commander said anything. "''Do not let her sacrifice be in vain,'' he said," the man announced and the warriors let out guttural battle cries. "I see. Hanabata's playing the role of preacher gathering his flock."

"This ain't an army. It's more like a religious sect," Compress huffed. "I toldja there's money in religion!!" The multitude ran at the League's leader, distraught. "Shigarakiii!!"

'Sleepy.'

'And when I get sleepy...stuff that's not moving comes to life. I start hearing things that aren't there. All this unnecessary input...it's a total sensory overload. It's like my whole body's glitching. I know this feeling well.' A different setting was showed in Tomura's mind. 'What now? Another flashback, I guess.' A little girl with dark hair flashed in his mind, opening a drawer. "Check this out. It's a secret." The little girl showed a picture of an older woman in a white cape, hugging a younger boy with one of his front teeth missing. "So...this is grandma."

'What's this about again?'

"She was a hero, I guess."

'This memory isn't in my head. All I can recall is the feeling.'

"Why'd you show me this, Hana?"

'When I recall this...'

"Daddy said all that stuff, but...don't worry. I'm on your side, Tenko."

'...I feel a weight coming off my chest. But why? What is it? Show me the whole flashback and not just bits and pieces, dammit! Why's it gotta be like a busted recording..?'

'It makes me so awesomely sick to my stomach.'

Tomura jumped onto one of the brick fences that lined the road with better agility than a cat. In a single move, he shifted his weight and lurched out his hand. "He's fast-" His hand landed on one of the soldier's visage and ripped through his skin, decaying everything in an instant. The hand on Tomura's face slipped as he emptied his stomach. His quirk's effect spread to the rest of the people, disintegrating all of them at once. He jumped back onto the floor of the road, the remains of his bodily fluids dripping from the side of his mouth when he hunched over.

Spinner was shocked by the effect of his quirk, confused as to why it had spread to all of the people attacking.

Meanwhile, Dabi also had gone and decided to rack up bodies as well. His arm blazed with his quirk, yet he jumped out of the way in time to dodge the figure that had tried to attack him from above. The person landed on the ground he was standing on, giant hands made of ice that was bigger than the person's own body. The person taunted the flame villain, questioning why he hesitated on using his ability, asking if there was an issue with it. Dabi sucked his teeth with a mirthless smirk, "Wouldn't you like to know!"

He raised his arms over his head and threw them back down with a flurry of blue flames. The hooded villain had propelled himself off of the ground with large chunks of ice forming under his palms. They were quickly destroyed by the wave of blue flames, sending the ice user into the air. Rumbles suddenly occurred in the freezers of nearby stores and homes, all types of ice found their way out and towards the manipulator. He revealed that he manipulated ice, all ice. "I've been perfecting this meta ability for a lonnng time. Longer than most heroes."

"So no school for me. The Grand Commander helped make me stronger." The villain was propped up on two slabs of ice in the sky as his quirk molded an ice dragon out of itself. "Sounds like you've led quite the life! But kinda sad! I know a certain someone...who would take pity on you instantly..." Dabi grinned as his arms lit up with his own quirk. "I have no interest in pity. You'd best not think your little campfire can melt my ice!" The elements clashed in a severe scale, the destruction spread with ease.

Multiple screamed, trying to hang onto something in order to not get blown away by he sheer force. "Dabi!! A little moderation, please!" Compress yelled, going on to try and figure out where everyone had been scattered. His last thought consisted of, where had Twice run off to?

The man himself stared at his roughed up female comrade, he had his hands over his head as his emotions were thrown in disarray. He began panicking as he reached down inside the small shed, picking her up bridal style. He fought his own voice, pulling out a familiar blue handkerchief that the girl had stole off of (Y/n) during the Shie Hassaikai raid. "Let's clean you up, okay? Remember this thing? Betcha forgot. The hankie you stole from (Y/n)-chan and gave to me. Give it up, the girl's dead." The man began crying, holding the younger girl to his shoulder.

"No, no, no! You gotta live! You...gave the whole League...You gave me a place to belong. We still have to...wash and give (Y/n)'s hankie back, right? Right? A washed up outcast like me...You two...were the only ones who made me feel needed! We already lost (Y/n)...Dammit!" He growled. "I'll rip those zealots limb from limb for this!!" Twice was so caught up his feelings that he didn't notice the group of "people" walking up to him from behind.

At the tall tower where the Grand Commander stood in, with Giran and Skeptic; the latter used his quirk with ease, typing away on his computer. When Twice looked over his shoulder, his entire face twisted into utter horror, intense fear ran cold through his nervous system. The man had found his greatest terror behind his back. Himself.

He was hit by the terrible flashbacks of his past, his own clones killing themselves and massacring each other like animals. When the dead-eyed clones lunged at him and the other blonde, a raw and terrorized scream ripped from his vocal cords. His body shielded his comrades, pushing away from the fake hims'.

Skeptic was having the time of his life up in the tower, rambling about how Twice didn't see his own potential and how they were drafting him into the Meta Liberation cause. One of the fakes tugged off the mask that covered his head. The fakes brutally teared him away from Toga and grabbed her, ripping off her mask and tugging at her hair. Two of them pushed Twice down to the ground, holding him down. Giran looked at the computer worriedly as Skeptic gave the fakes orders. ReDestro made his head turn away from the black haired man.

Skeptic explained that they knew about the psychological scars Twice had—from the notes in the client lists—and were using it against him. Giran grit his teeth at the revelation. The dual minded man himself started panicking even more as the fakes began twisting Toga's neck. "She gave me (Y/n)'s hankie to cover up! And I'm her killer?! It's me?! It's me?! Huh?! Is it really me?! Wait, so, am I..? Am I really me?! Am I the real one?! Or not?! Huhhhh?! Splitting...apart!! Am I not me?! Who am I?!" He began sweating profusely snot dripping down his nostrils.

His bloodshot eyed bulged out of their sockets at the sheer gravity of his mental stress. "I AM....AMMM! TOGA!!" He broke free from the cold grips of his fake clones. Skeptic noticed quickly and sent two others to beat him down. A harsh punch knocked him back and they hit him a couple times more before the long haired man ordered the look-a-likes to hold back his arms. And in a swift command typed down on the computer, they broke Twice's left arm. His eyes widened, craning over to look at his mangled limb. He let out a raspy scream.

"Crap...that hurts! It hurts!! Hurts! Hurts! Hurts!!" He cried. "IT HURTS LIKE HELL, BUT I'M STILL HERE!" He started laughing hysterically, the fakes grabbed his legs during his internal monologue. His eyes zeroed on the fakes that continued to twist Toga's body. 'Toga, I'm...gonna save you!' "Move aside, you fakes!" The fakes were blown away as familiar goopy like clay seeped out of Twice's body. In the midst of his runny quirk, clones of himself began emerging. "I won't watch a friend die! My quirk is Double!" Twice grinned manically.

"You're gonna learn how terrifying it really is...Liberation Army!"

-kiyo (10772 words)
Sorry this was late! Disclaimer, the Amplify sample—Shigaraki gave it to (Y/n) during her battle with Ryuk, and it wasn't perfected so it wasn't permanent. Also here is some art from -dysphoriaa ! I was laughing at the first one for a while😭.