Tomura Shigaraki watched with a blank expression as the portal of darkness was crossed by the emaciated man who had been so arrogant a few days ago.
He recalled their near confrontation, his disrespectful attitude, and his complaints about having to capture a girl. Now he returned empty-handed, his ass kicked, and with a palpable aura of humiliation and discontent.
If Shigaraki had to be honest with himself, he had hoped those two would succeed. The arrogant guy clearly had an advantage over the girl, and Muscular was no joke.
At the very least, he thought his overwhelming strength and savagery would allow him to distract the sand brat long enough for Dabi to capture Terumi Mei.
During the USJ attack, Terumi Tetsumaru's true strength was not clear. Running from the Nomu only proved he was as capable as a rat, but that alone wouldn't determine his power.
During the tests that their mole reported, he also didn't show anything beyond good control of his Quirk. In the UA individual battles, the boy's limit wasn't seen either.
The result? Both were restrained by the sand, both faced the wrong target, and Muscular was captured by the police.
—A complete failure... Another damn failure, another humiliation— Shigaraki muttered listlessly. He didn't even bother to explode in anger anymore.
It was pointless.
—What did you say, Hand-Job!?— Dabi roared, furious at this embarrassing performance. This was a severe blow to his pride and he was aware that he looked like an idiot.
—Nothing... Go grab something. Welcome to the League of Villains, Dabi— Shigaraki said with a sigh. He didn't retort harshly to the guy.
Kurogiri, who was silently observing the exchange, nodded approvingly at Tomura. There was progress, as the fact that he didn't erupt in curses and anger was a good sign.
Dabi clenched his teeth and sat sullenly at the bar. Rage festered in his heart, swearing that the sand brat would pay for this humiliation.
No matter what, he would unleash true hell upon his head and turn his corpse into pure dust.
For his part, Shigaraki made sure not to try anything funny against the siblings for now. Some of his Master's constant lessons were beginning to stick in his mind.
Rushing would bring him no good. Hitting and biting like a rabid dog would not yield results. He had to be smarter about it.
He had to be more ruthless.
************No Explicit Content, But I'm Warning Those Who Don't Like The "Romance" Of This Fic, Or Topics Related To Gender Change Anyway.*******************
While the villains swore a horrifying and painful death to a certain pair of unethical siblings, the latter found themselves in a strange situation on their day off.
At dawn, Mei found a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates outside her door, arranged on an Iron Sand table with intricate designs of hearts and love inscriptions.
Upon entering the bathroom, she found her personal care products replaced with new, higher-quality ones, as well as others she didn't have before. She even saw a complete makeup set, something she had been reluctant to use before, but which now caught her attention.
Descending to the kitchen, she saw a focused Tetsumaru preparing a Western-style breakfast, imported coffee from South America mixed with milk, which the kunoichi enjoyed.
—Good morning— he greeted her with a warm smile. He guided her by the hand to a chair and served her breakfast.
Mei kept a frown the entire time, her arms crossed in a sign of irritation. Internally touched, the girl refused to make things easy for her other half.
She had learned to use these tactics almost instinctively, moving further and further away from her old self.
Tetsumaru observed Mei with penetrating eyes; she wasn't moving to pick up the cutlery and taste the food.
Millions of explanations danced in the shinobi's mind until he seemed to hit on the answer. Slowly, as if approaching a dangerous predator, Tetsumaru picked up the cutlery and proceeded to feed his other half.
Mei opened her mouth and accepted the food. He had hit the nail on the head.
Neither of them said anything during this strange interaction. When Mei was almost finished with her plate, her lips began to tremble uncontrollably, and she finally gave in.
—PFFFT HAHAHAHA! What are you doing, Tetsumaru!?— she burst into laughter, incredulous at her other half's attitude.
—Uh... well, apologizing? I mean, I'm sorry about last night, Mei. It wasn't my intention to make you uncomfortable— he awkwardly scratched his cheek.
Mei stood up and cupped his head, giving him a kiss that relaxed his tension.
—Hmm, I really liked how you treated me today, but I'm the one who should apologize. I know I've been irritable these days, and truthfully I overreacted a little last night. You don't need to debase yourself like that, Tetsumaru. Do you forgive me?— she explained.
—Of course, I do. But... why were you so angry?— Tetsumaru asked, confused.
He already knew that Mei entered a more aggressive state when that time of the month arrived, but they weren't on a bleeding schedule. He couldn't come to a rational conclusion.
—Fufufu, that's a secret you'll find out soon— Mei said with a mischievous smile.
She dragged Tetsumaru to the living room couch and threw him onto it, sitting down a moment later and kissing him furiously.
The shinobi, lost and confused by the senseless actions of his other half, decided it wasn't worth overthinking it and let himself go. He wasn't going to insist on the subject now and spoil the moment.
Mei tugged off his shirt, giving Tetsumaru a full view of his bare torso: his semi-visible abs, his skin hard yet soft to the touch, without imperfections, his already erect, pink nipples, denoting the excitement that gripped the kunoichi.
Again, blood awakened little Tetsumaru.
While their tongues intertwined and the temperature rose, an unwelcome disturbance entered their detection range.
They ignored it for a few seconds, assuming they were pedestrians passing in front of their house, but the disturbance kept approaching the Satetsu door.
—Hnngh— Mei moaned and Tetsumaru's eyelids trembled.
Another damn interruption!
A knock came at the door and both of them sighed.
Mei stood up, hastily putting on her shirt. Tetsumaru walked to the door with a deep frown. He swore that if it was another villain, he would break their legs and arms to the point of turning them into a barely living torso.
The sand slid out of place a little, just enough for Tetsumaru to see a speck of pink hair, a floating piece of clothing, a few muscular arms, and a freckled face with bulging eyes.
—Yo, Tetsumaru! Surprise!— exclaimed a smiling Mina to an expressionless Tetsumaru.