When Stain opened his eyes, he found himself standing before two unfamiliar individuals.
"Who are you?"
"We're part of the League of Villains, Shigaraki and Kurogiri," Shigaraki smiled beneath his mask.
"I don't know you."
Kurogiri narrowed his eyes. "We saved you. A little courtesy wouldn't hurt, Stain."
They had intercepted the armored truck transporting Stain to prison. They killed the guards and the two escorting heroes to free him.
"What do you want?"
Shigaraki laughed. "Your reputation precedes you—the Hero Killer, Stain. Responsible for ending the careers of dozens of heroes, half of them dead and the other half permanently injured. You're quite the veteran villain~"
"..." Stain moved his hand toward his sword, but Shigaraki didn't care. After all, he was the one who had given them back to him in the first place.
"We could use your experience. For now, I want destruction." Shigaraki pulled out several photos of Class 1-A. "Sensei forbade me from going after Allen Walker... no, now that I think about it, I hear he already has a hero name. Kurogiri, do you know it?"
"Yes... he is Absolute Walker"
"Tsk, an arrogant name, just like him."
"Well, considering he hasn't officially debuted as a hero yet, it's very possible he'll change it."
Shigaraki scratched his neck while grinding his teeth.
"It doesn't matter. As you can see, I can't fight Walker—but sensei never said I couldn't kill those annoying brats."
"What stupidity!" Stain, his eyes bloodshot, began unsheathing his katanas. "This is nothing but meaningless destruction. I was a fool to pay attention to you. You're the kind I hate the most!"
Kurogiri remained silent as he observed Stain. 'I see... We originally wanted Stain, the bloodthirsty hero killer, to aid Shigaraki's growth. But it seems we were wrong. This man doesn't kill just for the sake of killing—he does it for a purpose. A twisted one, perhaps, but a purpose nonetheless.'
Shigaraki's expression turned cold. "That's too bad to hear."
....
Meanwhile...
Allen felt the slender arms of a girl wrap around his back. Soon, her body pressed against his, letting him feel her warmth.
The temperature of her body, her scent, her height, the size of her chest, and even the rhythm of her heartbeat allowed him to identify her instantly.
"What are you doing, Himiko?"
Himiko Toga, who had once been his childhood friend—the girl born with a Quirk rejected by society, who slowly fell into darkness.
"I just came by to say hi❤️~"
The girl rested her face against Allen's back as hot water ran down their bodies.
"Sure..."
Allen ignored the naked girl who was hugging him and continued washing his hair with shampoo.
"Mou." Himiko pouted in annoyance. "Do I really have no charm?"
Allen glanced over his shoulder at Himiko, his eyes serious as he looked at her. "No. On the contrary, you're a cute girl."
Himiko blushed and smiled widely, revealing her fangs. Her expression was a mix of perversion and intoxication from Allen's words. She began to pant slightly, her body heating up—but before she could do anything, Allen stopped her.
"But you're crazy and hard to control, so getting involved with you feels like a hassle."
Allen stepped out of the shower, leaving Himiko frozen in place. He dried himself with a towel, snapped his fingers to change clothes, and then went to the living room sofa where he started watching the news.
Himiko peeked out from the bathroom door, silently watching Allen like a stalker. Ten minutes passed before she finally walked toward him.
"Himiko, if I could remove that urge you have to drink blood, would you accept stopping being a villain?"
[Host, are you sure you want to take on her darkness?]
Wednesday – That girl is broken.
Harley – What's wrong with that?
Allen shrugged. 'I'm used to it.'
Makima – Is that why you won't let her go?
'It's not like I enjoy dealing with problematic women, but it's not impossible. More than anyone, you all should know that.'
Jalter – So you'd help her because she's your childhood friend, or just because she's cute?
'A bit of both... but also for another reason,' Allen thought.
Allen had no obligation to help Himiko, also, his relationship with Himiko wasn't as close as it was with his guardians.
Unlike Nemuri, Kaina, Ryuko, and Mirko—whom he had known for over a decade and shared a natural connection with—his situation with Himiko was different.
With her, there was no love as such—just a nostalgic fondness and a touch of pity. He had barely known her, and she had disappeared from his life long ago. Still, Allen had always been selfish—someone who rarely let a girl slip through his fingers.
"Allen is very kind..." Himiko stopped walking. Then she smiled softly, a faint blush on her cheeks. "But it's already too late. I've killed people, and I can't say I disliked it. My head is already messed up... I'm rotten... Even so, if you want to arrest me, you can. I'd rather it be you~"
"..." Allen looked at Himiko. In her eyes, there was a hint of melancholy, but also amusement and a strange perversion. She didn't regret killing—she regretted that it had become an obstacle between them. While she longed for Allen, she also wished to be killed by him. Either way, it was her twisted way of expressing "love."
"I'm sorry..." Allen said, making Himiko open her eyes.
"Why?"
"Because I couldn't stop you from falling into the abyss."
She was a villain and a murderer. At some point in the past, Allen could have prevented her from going down that path—and he didn't. There could be a thousand excuses: that he wasn't fully himself back then, or that he never learned of Himiko's fate. Still, he couldn't help but imagine what her life might have been like if someone had simply reached out a hand back then. It was just a selfish wish—there was no way the Allen of that time would have done anything.
Himiko stopped smiling, walked up to Allen, and kissed his cheek.
"Hehe, it's strange... I always thought this desire to become someone else was a form of love. And more than anything in this world, I wanted to become 'you'... but not anymore..."
Himiko hugged Allen, something he didn't stop.
"This scent, this warmth, this heartbeat... it's all yours, and it's special because it doesn't belong to me..." Himiko held Allen's face. "I don't have what it takes to become you. And more than that, I'd rather be Himiko—the Himiko who's important to Allen."
"Will you stop being a villain?" Allen asked seriously as he held Himiko's hand.
The girl smiled falsely, as if it were a mask. "Don't ruin your Pro Hero career over someone like me."
Himiko wanted Allen to arrest her—even kill her. She truly desired it. If she had to fall someday, she wanted it to be in his hands. However, the path Allen was taking by refusing to let her go could ruin his life.
A hero letting a murderer go? A villain? That would be unacceptable—to the Commission, to the public, to his friends and family.
Allen frowned as he pulled on Himiko's hand when she tried to walk away. She fell onto his lap with a cute yelp.
"Then why do you come to my house? You're a hypocrite. You say you're worried about ruining my career, yet you keep showing up, Himiko Toga."
"I'm sorry... but I wanted to see you... I wanted to see you so badly." Himiko looked away.
Himiko was a slave to her own impulses. She knew it was dangerous for Allen to be in contact with her, but she kept coming back because her desire to see him, talk to him, touch him, and drink his blood (though no longer to become him) was stronger than her reason.
Allen pushed Himiko onto the sofa. The girl was surprised—she was dressed, but her clothes were slightly see-through from being freshly bathed, still carrying the warmth and moisture from the shower.
"This is ridiculous," Allen growled, grabbing Himiko's wrists.
"What is?"
The girl's breathing quickened, and her heart began to beat faster.
"Don't idealize me. I'm not some kind-hearted hero. I've done unpleasant things too. More than that, I have a flaw... I'm extremely selfish."
Allen kissed Himiko, catching her off guard. The girl didn't know how to respond.
"hm... A...llen..."
He pulled away for a moment. "My hero career? What makes you think it would end without my permission?"
After that arrogant declaration, he kissed her again—this time more intensely, invading her mouth.
"Hm❤️~"
Himiko smiled as a pleasant shiver ran through her, her mind melting. She even intertwined her fingers with Allen's.
"Problems with the Commission? As if I care about those bastards..."
"Problems with my friends and family? Those are things I'll deal with myself!"
Himiko watched as Allen leaned his face closer to hers once again and smiled as she accepted everything. Himiko was crazy and somewhat perverted—but Allen was a selfish womanizer.
The kiss deepened as both of them lost themselves in each other. After enough time had passed for Himiko to forget even how to breathe, Allen finally let her go.
"Ah... a..." Himiko gasped for air, unable to stop herself from pouting cutely. She thought she was going to suffocate—and she loved that feeling—but Allen released her before that could happen.
Seeing Himiko's dissatisfaction, Allen narrowed his eyes, which scared her, making her think she had made him angry.
"Himiko, you're incapable of taking responsibility for yourself, so I've decided I won't ask you anymore."
"What do you mean...?"
Allen didn't respond. Instead, a pink pet collar appeared in his hand. When Himiko saw it, her eyes widened in shock. Without giving her a chance to react, he placed it around her neck.
"I know your freedom is the most important thing to you. But that freedom means you attack people, that you'll either end up dead or locked away for life... so I'm taking it from you."
Himiko opened her mouth in disbelief. What Allen was saying wasn't something any hero would say—not even those who only cared about money.
"No..."
"You don't have the right to refuse." Allen released Himiko's hands, then conjured a knife and cut the skin on his arm. "In return, I'll take care of satisfying that urge... your thirst."
Himiko froze in absolute shock. All her life, people had looked at her like a monster for drinking blood. All her life, she had suppressed that desire—and when she finally let it out, she became a villain. She believed only people like her could accept her, which was why she joined the League of Villains. More than hurting others, it was about finding people who would accept her.
Himiko looked at Allen's face and at the blood dripping onto his clothes—that scarlet color, that scent. To others, it would be disgusting, terrifying—but to her, it had always been the most hypnotic thing.
Himiko stuck out her tongue.
She knew it... the moment she drank that blood, she would lose her freedom. She knew she would become Allen's possession. She knew there would be no going back...
And yet, instead of regret, there was an uncontrollable desire to do it—clashing against her desire for freedom.
No~
She wanted that blood.
Even without tasting it, she knew it would be the most delicious blood in existence. Even after drinking it, all other blood would taste like garbage.
She knew it... like a moth hypnotized by light.
But she was so thirsty. She had never felt this thirsty before...
No...
Himiko regained her senses for a moment, pushed Allen away, and started running toward the exit. She stumbled once but managed to escape.
Allen didn't chase her.
Albedo – Allen-sama?!
Albedo felt pure jealousy, but also anticipation. Allen always treated his dolls with respect, but for her, becoming his possession was her deepest desire. Somehow, in this world, Allen was becoming a master more to her liking.
Kurumi – Why did you let her go?!
Kurumi was strangely angry about what had happened.
"I didn't..." Allen said nothing more and stood up. "I'm sorry."
Kaina entered at that moment. She looked at Allen silently. She didn't ask why he was involved with a villain, didn't judge his actions, nor comment on it.
"Do you want to go out to eat?" Kaina asked.
"Why not?" Allen gave a faint smile and walked toward her.
Elsewhere...
Himiko ran as far as she could until she reached an alley, where she leaned against a wall, clutching her chest.
She slid down and sat on the ground, grabbing her cheeks, which couldn't have been any redder. She also tried to wipe away the foolish smile on her face. Her eyes, which usually resembled those of a beast, were now dilated into heart shapes.
"No... this isn't right...~ I still want to go back..."
Himiko was unable to contain her happiness. Not even a marriage proposal would have had this much impact on her.
She regretted running away from the very first second—but she also knew that if she hadn't done it now, she would've lost her chance forever.
"I can't lose everything..."
Himiko repeated to herself over and over that she shouldn't sacrifice her freedom. At the same time, she held her collar with obsessive affection and a perverted gaze.
"Hehe🖤~"
....
(Several days passed)
Allen landed on the ground and then walked toward the tall figure gazing at the sea.
"Young Allen." All Might, in his muscular form, turned to look at him.
That's right—Allen's choice for the week with pro heroes had been none other than the Symbol of Peace himself.
"Where's Deku?"
It was only logical to assume All Might would train Deku as a hero.
"I sent him to my master, Gran Torino."
"Heh..." Allen scoffed. "So you finally realized it?"
All Might's jaw tensed.
It wasn't a secret. Allen had realized it the moment he saw All Might training Deku—he was basically only teaching him ideals and how to strengthen his body to withstand One For All.
Toshinori Yagi was a top-tier hero—but a mediocre teacher. That was the reality. If not for Allen's help, Deku would have entered U.A. only to suffer. It was even possible that Aizawa would have expelled him on the first day.
"Allen." All Might looked at him again with a serious expression. "I can't teach you anything."
"Yeah..." Allen knew that, and yet he had still chosen All Might.
"That's why this week won't be training." All Might smiled. "You're going to be the Symbol of Peace!"
"...?" Even Allen, who expected anything, was surprised by those words—but they made no sense. "Have you lost your mind? You want me to be a pro hero?"
If a student without a provisional license acted in the streets, they would be expelled and banned from ever becoming a hero.
"No!" All Might began releasing an intense aura of pressure, his eyes glowing. "Not a pro hero—the Symbol of Peace. Number one. The one who carries all the weight!"
"That's even worse." Allen shook his head and spoke sarcastically. "I'd love to do it—it sounds wonderful and all—but what happens if someone gets hurt because a student makes a mistake? I don't want to end up in Azkaban."
"Don't worry. All your mistakes will be my mistakes."
"Huh?"
"If Allen Walker lets a villain escape, All Might will be responsible. If Allen Walker lets an innocent die, it will be All Might who did it. If Allen Walker commits a crime, then All Might will be the one who ends up in prison!"
All Might looked at Allen with absolute seriousness and bowed.
"Allen, I'm sorry! You've had to face All For One—not once, but twice. That should've been my responsibility, my duty—and yet it fell onto your shoulders. I can't teach you anything, but I can take some of that burden off you. Don't worry—this is my will!"
Allen opened his eyes. At this point, very few things surprised him—but this man, Toshinori Yagi, was one of them. He was a hero to the core. Even if he was a bit naive, a poor teacher, and an incurable idealist—he was a hero.
Allen shrugged.
"Fine. But don't blame me if you end up in prison. I'm not an orthodox hero—I might cause more chaos than help," Allen said with a sigh and a smile.
All Might laughed, though there was a hint of concern in it. "Hahaha... I hope not."
What would happen to this world now that Allen had been given free rein to act at All Might's level?
Would he be a great hero, a total motherfucker, or just too lazy to do anything?
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