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The air in the rundown Kamino bar crackled with a tension. Dabi's cold, turquoise eyes were locked on Shigaraki, a small, taunting flame dancing on his palm.
"I came to see if the League of Villains is a worthy vessel for my ambitions," Dabi said, his stitched face unimpressed. "So far... you just look like a weak, pathetic child."
"Get lost," Shigaraki hissed, his hand rising, fingers splayed. "I'm in a bad mood."
"Now, now, Tomura Shigaraki," Kurogiri's misty voice interjected, his form appearing between the two. "Giran vouched for them. They have potential."
"I don't care!" Shigaraki shrieked, his composure snapping. He lunged, his hand aimed at Dabi's face, but Kurogiri's warp gate appeared instantly, swallowing Shigaraki's arm.
"This is not productive," Kurogiri said, his voice firm. He turned to Dabi and Toga, who were watching the scene with a disturbing, wide-eyed glee. "Shigaraki is the one who will lead us. You will either accept that, or you will leave."
Shigaraki, still seething, pulled his hand back. He glared at the two recruits, scratching his neck with a raw, agitated fury. He needed pieces. Any pieces. The Hero Killer was gone, his Nomus were destroyed. He had nothing.
"Fine," he spat, collapsing back onto his barstool. "You're in. For now. Just don't get in my way."
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The next day, the atmosphere in Class 1-A's homeroom was a stark contrast to the League's simmering tension. Aizawa stood at the podium, his usual tired expression on his face.
"Now, about your final exams," he began, the entire class tensing. "The results. Kirishima, Sato, Kaminari, Ashido, and Sero... you all failed the practical exam."
A wave of despair washed over the five students. Kaminari and Mina looked like they were about to cry.
"However," Aizawa continued, a small, cruel smirk playing on his lips. "None of you failed the written exam. And in the end... no one is being held back. You're all going to the summer training camp."
The room was silent for a beat, processing the information. Then, it exploded.
"WE'RE ALL GOING?!" Mina and Kaminari shrieked, tackling each other in a hug.
"A logical ruse!" Iida shouted, though he looked relieved.
"It was a test of your abilities against an overwhelming foe," Aizawa explained. "We needed to push you. The 'fail' was a lie to motivate you to your limits. The camp itself is a boot camp. Those who failed the practical will be working twice as hard."
He then laid out the details. The camp was a week-long, at a secret location, and run by a team of pro heroes.
"But." Aizawa held up a finger. "Since it is a school-sanctioned event, you'll need to prepare. You'll need outdoor gear, specialized supplies, and anything else you might require for a week of intense training in the woods. You have the weekend to prepare. A list of suggested items is being distributed now."
As the papers were passed out, the excitement in the room became palpable.
"A shopping trip!" Hagakure cheered.
"We should all go together!" Kaminari suggested. "To the Kiyashi Ward Shopping Mall!"
The idea caught on like wildfire. The group turned to the class's two top students.
"What about you, Rumi? Akaza?" Mina asked. "You guys in?"
Rumi, who had been quietly listening, suddenly lit up. "A shopping trip? With everyone? A real... normal... thing? Hell yeah, I'm in!"
Akaza, who had been staring out the window, just shrugged. "Sounds fine."
The school ended, and everyone left for their homes, promising to meet the next day.
The Kiyashi Ward Shopping Mall was a massive, sunlit monument to consumerism. The class met at the main fountain, a chaotic, chattering group of teenagers ready for a day off.
"Alright, where to first?" Kirishima said, holding his list. "I need some new, heavy-duty training boots!"
"Ah, I was hoping to look at that new tea shop on the third floor," Yaoyorozu said, her eyes gleaming.
"I just need... everything," Uraraka muttered, looking at her empty wallet with a stressed expression.
Soon, the group broke apart, as teenagers do. Kirishima and Bakugo went to the hardcore sporting goods store. Midoriya wandered off on his own, muttering about weights and support gear. The girls, led by Mina, made a beeline for the clothing stores.
Akaza and Rumi, however, just... walked.
"So," Rumi said, linking her arm with his. "This is what normal people do."
"Apparently," Akaza replied, his gaze sweeping the crowd, his Compass Wave passively scanning his surroundings out of habit.
"C'mon, lighten up, Asura," Rumi teased, dragging him toward a crepe stand. "You're off the clock." She ordered one with strawberries and whipped cream, and immediately held it up to his face. "Say 'ah', Aki."
He just rolled his eyes, but leaned down and took a bite, earning a giggle from her.
"They're... so cute together," Uraraka whispered to Jiro as they watched from a distance.
Jiro blushed slightly. "It's a little much, but... yeah. It's kind of sweet, isn't it?"
Across the way, Kaminari and Sero watched with open jealousy. "Damn him," Kaminari muttered. "He's got the cool quirk, he's the strongest, and he gets the girl. Some guys have all the luck."
After a while, Akaza and Rumi separated from the noise, finding a relatively quiet bench on a balcony overlooking the main atrium. Rumi sipped on a drink she'd just bought, her legs swinging.
"This was a good idea," she said softly. "It's nice... just being us."
Akaza gave a small, genuine smile. "It is."
He was about to say something else when he suddenly went still. His smile vanished, and his entire body tensed, a switch flipping from 'Aki' to 'Asura'.
"Aki?" Rumi asked, her own good mood evaporating at his change. "What is it?"
"Rumi," Akaza said, his voice a low, cold whisper. "Stay on this bench."
"What? Why?"
Before she could finish, Akaza sensed it. A familiar battle spirit, weak and full of simmering hatred, approaching from behind. He sensed the movement. A hand, five fingers outstretched, reaching for his face from over the back of the bench.
Soru.
In a fraction of a second, in a soundless burst of speed, Akaza was no longer on the bench. He was standing behind the attacker, his own hand hovering just a single, terrifying inch from the villain's exposed neck.
Shigaraki froze. His hand, covered by a glove, was still in the air, about to grab... nothing. He felt the pressure behind him. A cold, deadly presence that promised instant death.
Rumi, hearing the whisper of displaced air, leaped to her feet, spinning around. "Aki! What the hell--"
She froze. Her eyes went wide as she recognized the pale, blue-haired man. The man from the USJ.
"YOU!" she snarled, dropping into a fighting stance.
"Rumi, stay back," Akaza commanded, his voice pure ice. He didn't take his eyes off Shigaraki. "His quirk will kill you if he touches you. Get your phone. Call the police. Now."
Rumi hesitated, her every instinct screaming to leap across the bench and kick the villain's head off. But the cold, absolute authority in Akaza's voice made her obey. She backed away, fumbling for her phone, her eyes never leaving the villain.
"Just one touch," Shigaraki hissed, not daring to move. His other hand was in his pocket, a nervous tic. "That's all I need, hero. Just one touch and you crumble."
"If you can," Akaza replied, his voice dropping to a whisper that was more terrifying than a shout. "You move a muscle. You even twitch to decay this bench. And I will release the single strongest shockwave I can directly into your neck. It will be stronger than the one I used to blow a hole in your creature. Your head will fly off before your quirk ever activates. Do you understand me?"
Shigaraki went completely, utterly still. He could feel the power radiating from Akaza's hand, a focused, lethal energy. He knew, with absolute certainty, that it was not a bluff.
'I should kill him. Right here. End it,' Akaza thought, his mind racing. He considered it for a split second. 'No. If I kill him, All For One will just find another vessel. A smarter one, maybe. A more stable one. Right now, Shigaraki is a predictable, petulant child. He's a pawn I can track, an anger I understand. Killing him would be... messy. It would derail the entire future All For One has planned. He'd cook up something new, something worse. No. This... this is better. A public failure.'
The mall's security, followed by the police, arrived with shocking speed, their guns drawn, alerted by Rumi's frantic call.
"Don't move! Hands in the air! Slowly!"
Shigaraki, trapped between a squad of police and the promise of instant decapitation, had no choice. He slowly, agonizingly, raised his hands. The class, drawn by the commotion, arrived just in time to see the villain who had nearly killed them at the USJ being put in handcuffs, his face a mask of silent, seething hatred. Akaza didn't lower his hand until the cuffs were on and Shigaraki was being dragged away.
The outing was over. The mood was shattered. The police and pro heroes on the scene quickly and quietly escorted the students out.
Akaza and Rumi said their goodbyes at the station.
"I'll see you later," he said, his voice back to normal.
She just nodded, still visibly shaken by how close it had been. "Be safe, Aki."
Akaza didn't go home. He went straight to U.A., walking into Nezu's office without knocking. The principal was there, as if expecting him.
"That was a... public incident," Nezu said, sipping his tea.
"He's in custody," Akaza reported, his voice flat. "He targeted me. I didn't engage."
"Excellent," Nezu said, his black eyes gleaming. "A public execution would have been problematic. A capture is clean. It makes him look weak, a failure. It sows discord in his new 'League'. Well done, Asura."
He took another sip. "This brings us to the summer camp. We've arranged for you all to train at a secluded location in the woods, the 'Forest of Magical Beasts'. The Wild, Wild Pussycats will be overseeing it."
Akaza just nodded.
"However," Nezu's eyes glinted with that familiar, manic light. "We have high-confidence intelligence that the League of Villains will attack this camp. They are desperate for a win after their recent... failures. The capture of their leader will only make them more frantic."
"You're letting us go anyway," Akaza stated. It wasn't a question.
"Of course," Nezu smiled. "It's the perfect trap. The pros will be there, waiting. But traps are messy. Villains don't follow rules. If, during the chaos, you are forced to... defend yourself... you have my full, pre-approved authorization to use any means necessary to neutralize the threat. No questions will be asked."
Akaza stood up, a cold, sharp smile touching his lips. He thought of the new villains, Dabi and Toga, and the ones who would inevitably come to free their leader.
"This," he said softly, "is going to be fun."
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