I know, but I had to tone it down for plot's sake ;_; so instead, One for All's power will get stronger the longer the user used it. It all depends on her control.

ice cream of the gods: I would, but it's hard to manage just two stories. Wish I can control time like Doctor Strange :'

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here's the very late update (_;)/

and thank you for 500 favorites (and 700 follows) uwu, you guys are the best, i swear!!! *sends kisses and hugs virtually*

please enjoy~

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#01: INTERLUDE

"E-eh? Kawama District got burned down in a single night?"

"Yes, and get this: no one can tell who the suspect is. No fingerprints, no footprints, the police and heroes are flabbergasted! Not even the CCTVs helped."

"I heard it's a villain doing."

"No one knows yet. Some people are starting to think it's an accident, maybe some gas exploded—ouch, hey!"

The gossiping girls looked up with scowls to the person who'd bumped into one of them roughly. Their indignation dissipated in the face framed by wild green hair and with doe-like eyes. She would've looked like an innocent angel, if it wasn't something in her eyes that made all of them shivered. Those green orbs were narrowed sharply with intelligence and darkness.

Coupled with her dark clothings, she looked like a death angel instead.

Scared, the four girls shuffled back to create a distance, and the dark look disappeared in an instant as if it was never there.

"I'm sorry, I startled you guys didn't I?" The green-haired stranger laughed sheepishly, potraying the perfect image of an innocent teenager. "I keep doing that, somehow. Anyway, sorry for bumping into you. I need to go now."

The four friends could only nodded in speechlessness as they watched the girl turned her back on them, confused of the sudden change of situation. The one who got bumped clutched her shoulder subtly, wondering how a passing hit could hurt it so much. It felt like it was swelling.

The green-haired girl's expression changed into a neutral look as soon as she was out of those noisy girls' range, her mind thinking back on their afraid expressions. But even so, they weren't afraid because they know who she was. Rather, she came too strong and they just felt intimidated.

"How lucky." She smiled, a lip curled up at the end. They wouldn't get back to their homes if they'd realized it.

Sighing in disappointment, she adjusted her cap and continued on walking. The... accident they were talking about was something she knew personally. And it wasn't an accident, not even the slightest. Kawama District was the main base of The Empire, one of the most dangerous mafia groups in Tokyo. Unfortunately for them, they'd messed with the wrong group and ended up burned to death, with only less than five survived to spread the tale. She just got back from hunting one of them—it was a truly pitiful scene the mafia had made.

The money and weapons they stole were only a plus.

Humans, with or without Quirks, are only humans at the end. And humankind were easy to manipulate—they only believed what their eyes see, and she took advantage of that. No one would be the wiser about what truly happened to Kawama District.

Everything went smoothly, ever since the group was officially formed.

Casually, she turned to a dark alley. No one paid any attention, as Musutafu was crowded with busy people and activities. In the end of the alley, there was a rusty metal door connected to a common building. But despite of it's look, the door was laced with anti-bullet material from the inside. With ease, she pushed the heavy door and locked it behind her.

Everyone had been expecting her.

The bar was filled with five people, each doing their own thing until she arrived. The place used to be an unused bar, until she and her friends had cleaned it up. It looked like a real working bar, with lights and drinks and additional couches for comfort. There were even a TV and a billiard. It served as a recreation room more than anything.

Her oldest friend narrowed his sharp eyes on her through the clear glass he had. "You're late." was what he said in short, clipped sentence. The words were tight with tension and if she didn't know better, she would say he was angry.

But beneath those tough exterior and foul mouth, Bakugo Katsuki was just a softie.

"Our experiment worked." She answered instead, and threw him the blue-gold chip she saved on her pocket. She absentmindedly tap their experiment—a transparent mask that covered her eyes with triangle holder on each side of her head—that she put on the bar table. In curiosity, they drifted closer. "Except that it couldn't hold longer than five minutes, and I concur it won't hold a powerful headache. The waves will break if I did use it in such situation. The chip contain every information we couldn't get about those mafias, by the way."

"I see." Katsu murmured to himself. "We'll have to redo everything then."

No one asked how she got the chip, nor what happened to the mafia. No one needed to, seeing her blood splatered shoes.

A yawn. Shinsou Hitoshi, another childhood friend of hers who had been silent in the couch at the corner of the room, stretched from his sleeping position. His trusted thick blanket was pushed aside as he stood up lazily. With how often he sleep, it was no wonder his purple hair was even wilder than hers.

"Every single one of those mafias from that base are dead, should we start destroying everything else?" He asked, eyes still hooded with sleep even as he said such a thing.

"Perhaps, but it's not our priority." She said.

Teal eyes shone in the dim lit room, and their intensity was directed to her. "Then what is? I thought you're still angry about them trying to sabotage us." The oldest one asked—Dabi, he said his name was. The burnt skin of his arms, neck, around his mouth, and even under his eyes were decorated with staplers—it was a unique mark of his. Ironically enough, his Quirk was called Black Fire—the ability to produce fire hotter than the average.

She could only think of one person who had the same eyes and Quirk as him, but said nothing.

She exhaled a cup of vodka, wishing sourly that she hadn't ate all the lemons last week. "I am still angry, Dabi, doesn't mean I'm stupid enough to attack them while they're still on guard like that."

"Is it time to go to Yuuei? Is it, is it?" A cheerful voice asked across the room, from where the speaker was sitting on top of the billiard table. Toga Himiko—a 16 year old who loved cute things, especially blood. A psychopath with an addiction of blood, in short. "Himiko wants to play with cute little heroes!"

"You have plenty of people to play with downstairs." Katsu scowled, and Toga pouted and reasoned that she was getting bored of them.

"How is Kaminari?" She asked, to which Hitoshi smirked at.

"Still the same as always. He planned to get into Yuuei's hero course next year—you know how good he is at acting." He told her.

She smirked back, knowing the truth Hitoshi held. Kaminari Denki might only be thirteen like Hitoshi and Katsu were, but he was truly a genius. Beside his intellect and specialism at technologies and mechanics, he was also very good at body languages—deciphering and using it. It made him a very good spy.

If she could be honest, she never thought he was the spy. Oh, of course many people thought so, but the cheerful and genuine way he brought himself made her thought otherwise—Hagakure was more suited as one. And she guessed she was lucky, to have met Denki so early on. He had been a truly great asset and even greater friend.

"And about the recruitments?"

Dabi twirled an empty bottle in his hand. "It's going slowly, but he's starting to get interested."

"Twice wants to see you next weekend, Boss!" Toga informed, and she gave her a pat on the head for a job well done. As usual, Toga had fallen into bliss at the small gesture she made. Somehow, the blonde admired and looked up to her, even though there was nothing of note that she'd done.

Except murdering people, of course.

"Good. Toga, you have a new mission. It's not time essential but. . ."

Her mind drifted to the past, and an even further past. She remembered green hair, the same shade as hers, billowing in the clear blue sky. She remembered the faces and smiles and hope the children held, remembered the pro heroes she admired.

"Shizuka-nee, over here!"

She exhaled slowly.

"Soon, Izuku... Soon."

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#02: THE AERON

{a few months before the interlude...}

Dabi sighed, putting his hand on one hand while he observed the bouncing psychopath in front of him in languid manner.

"Do I want to know?" He asked, a bit warily.

In an instant, Toga was in front of him, her eyes seemingly shining. He resisted the urge to squint through the sparkles around her (how did she do that?).

"I'm going to go shopping with Shizuka-chan this evening!" She grinned, eyes turning dreamy. "I'm so happy!"

"I don't understand it. Why do you admire her so much?"

He really don't. If anything, he honestly preferred Shinsou than Midoriya or Bakugo. Shinsou was quiet and logical; he was the type of person to get work done as fast and easily as possible. Quite like Dabi, in a way.

"Because Sky Ripper is the best!" was Toga's simple answer, as if she couldn't understand how he didn't get it. And he guessed he couldn't fault her from that. She might be a psychopath, but he had to admit her reason wasn't wrong. After all, what kind of aspiring villains didn't—at the very least—respect another villain who made their name known world-wide under two years of their debut?

Even Dabi had to admit that was intimidating.

"Besides..." Toga blushed, and Dabi resigned himself to another episode. "Shizuka-chan's so cute, hehehehehe~"

"You crazy." He deadpanned.

Toga only continued grinning creepily and blushing, lost in what he guessed a world of her and Midoriya only. He was surprised, at first, to see how attached she was to a little girl. That never happened, under the year they'd spent together. She wasn't the type.

And now, three months later, they were thick as thieves.

"Toga, did—"

Someone opened the door harshly, and they watched as Bakugo walked out, a deep scowl etched in his troubled face. They didn't dare to utter anything, as he looked like he was going to fried the next person that bothered him.

"Why do you think Bakugo looked so angry, Dabi?" Toga asked as soon as the door was slammed shut.

"Dunno."

The door leading to hallway opened again, and Shizuka appeared, face brightened as soon as she saw the other girl.

"Himiko, there you are. Are you ready?" The green-eyed girl asked.

"Shizuka-chan!" And there the psycho acted again. "I'm ready! Are we going now?"

"Yup. Let's go."

"Wait." His word halted the girls mid-step. "What happened with you and Bakugo? If something's wrong, we should know."

Midoriya was silent for a second, before a smile was flashed to him. "Just a small argument—he went out to cool his head." She said. "We need to go before the sale started, do you want anything Dabi?"

He said no, and the girls went off. In the silence of the low lit room, he put a gentle finger on a small crack that'd appeared on a glass.

"She's really not good at lying, huh?" Dabi broke the silence.

On a dark corner, Shinsou shifted slightly in his curled position at the couch. He yawned, low and lazy.

"That's Shizuka."

"Ah, that's right." His eyes slide back to the cracked glass. "You, Bakugo, and Midoriya are childhood friends, aren't you?"

"More like Shizuka and I, and Shizuka and Katsuki, were childhood friends. Katsuki and I never met until years later." Shinsou explained.

"But you get along with him better now."

"Your prying tactic isn't subtle at all." The purple-haired boy sent him a smirk, to which Dabi refused to react at.

But you're very wrong, Shinsou thought. His mind taking him back to what he'd witnessed half an hour ago.

Shinsou watched, as his two closest friends took a seat near his lying body. His trusted sleeping bag covering him from neck to toe, and he snuggled into it. It felt comfier than any beds he ever slept on.

"We need to talk about our organization; the name, the official leader, how it's going to work. We need to make a sound system as soon as possible. You too, Hitoshi." Katsuki started.

Ugh.

"...Organization?" Shizuka asked, disbelief colouring her tone.

Ah, it's one of those days again, he thought. Midoriya Shizuka, also one of the world's most famous villains, was undoubtedly the smartest person he knew. She had become a villain at 10, and at 12 she became known worldwide. Her ideas were unique and she always managed to surprise him. But sometimes, she was as slow as snail. A breakdown of her genius mind, he guessed.

Judging by the sigh Katsu made, he'd realized it as well. "Yeah, congratulation, you're not fucking going deaf."

"No—no, I mean... When did we become an organization?" Shizuka asked again, still utterly confused.

Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Katsuki scowled. "We weren't, when it was just us three. But Dabi and Toga joined our alliance and people started to talk about us—five people were too much for a simple alliance, especially since we kept sticking together."

"I see..." She murmured. "Then we should choose a name first. Any idea, Toshi?"

He didn't even bother to glance at them, only letting out a yawn. The two took it as a negative answer and continued talking.

"...Aeron."

Aeron?

"Ay-ron?" Katsuki repeated brokenly.

"It's pronounced 'Aa-ron'. It means "god of battle and war", but it could also mean "carnage". Fitting, isn't it?"

Remembering their goal, it sure was.

There was a silence too long, and Hitoshi peeked only to find both of them drowning in their own thoughts. Shizuka was looking strangely sad, as if she was lost in her own ocean of old memories. And Katsuki—

Katsuki was staring at her with an undecipherable look in his eyes.

Hitoshi felt as if he was watching something intimate and private—he felt like an intruder. Even after 7 years of knowing Shizuka and 3 years of knowing Katsuki, at that very moment, he felt like a mere stranger.

It was a strange feeling, and he didn't like it at all.

With a silent movement, he went out of the room, the forms of his friends shadowing at the front of his mind.

"Dabi, do you know?" He called softly. "Something that's broken can't be truly fixed. It might become whole again, but it'll never be the same as it was before."

There was only silence. Hitoshi sighed into the warm air of the room, and went to his room with his sleeping bag in hand.

Dabi exhaled softly as he was left alone, teal eyes tracing the thin cracks over and over again.

(screamings decorating the hallway. a family photo fell and broke, throwing glasses everywhere. fire appeared, burning everything and the heat became stronger and the smoke was suffocating—

someone screamed out his name.)

"You like flowers, don't you?"

"Of course, I know." He whispered.

He hadn't always been "Dabi", after all.

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"Fuck it, fuck it, fuck!"

Bakugo Katsuki exhaled harshly, punching the wall in front of him in his anger, uncaring of the throbbing in his fist. Cracks had appeared at the brick wall because of the strength he hit it with, but he could care less if it broke down. All he cared about was excessing every bit of his energy until he dropped down.

Sweats dropped down from his face, each drop actually sparking a very miniscule explosion. He wasn't in the right mind—wasn't in control of his literally explosive Quirk. As soon as he'd gotten out of the base, his feet had run and run until it started to tremble and he was forced to stop.

And now, he was in a dusty back alley, halfway to the other side of the town, with only the cloudy night as the witness of his rage.

Blood spurted out of his knuckle as he once again punched the wall. He didn't react—didn't even realized. He was too numb and his mind too jumbled to register such small thing as a split skin.

"...Aeron?"

His breathing became uneven once again as he unwillingly recall the conversation an hour ago.

Katsuki stilled inwardly, keen blood eyes watching her face carefully. Why did she look so sad over a foreign word?

He growled, the sound animalistic and primal. It suited—he felt like a crazed wolf, ballistic.

"Ay-ron?" was all that he could utter. The word sounded hollow and forced to his ears.

He was useless. Utterly useless in the sense that he didn't know what to do—didn't even do anything at the end.

He had been friends with her for over years, but it felt like he didn't know her at all.

Shizuka stared at him with tired eyes old beyond her age, as if she was tired of living already. Those green eyes, unfocused and looking through him as if she wasn't seeing him.

Who did she see?! He's right here, right here in front of her—

He punched the cracks, over and over again coloring the wall and the ground red.

BAM!

She startled, staring at him wide-eyed. He stared at her, unfazed of the punch he'd delivered to the wall next to her head. "K-katsu?"

"That's a fucking shitty look." He snapped, red eyes glowing in the dimly lit room.

Shizuka stared at him, utterly bewildered and confused. She had the right—what he did was not logical. He had no right to feel this jumbled mess of emotion because of one look—

He did anyway.

"Don't ever show that shit again, you got it?!"

"Damnit, damnit, DAMNIT!" He roared.

Anger kept swirling inside him, but it wasn't because of her or anything. It was because of himself, how useless he was even though he'd endured years of training, years of bleeding and bruising himself, to become as strong as he was now. And not only anger, but agony, helplessness, and desperation clawed his heart.

It was three emotions too many.

Katsuki thought he'd caged every garbage emotion, 5 years ago, when he decided his future.

The wall shuddered, and broke down in a rain of brick pieces and dust. In front of him, stood dozens of men heavily armed, in the process of loading the guns. If the 'oh shit' expression they got wasn't enough, the clothes and shady room definitely stated that they weren't officials.

Katsuki grinned menacingly, and cracked his bloody knuckles. He smelled distraction. He surged forward, unyielding in the face of guns pointed at his face. His fists crackled loudly.

"Katsu-kun, thank you for being my friend."

The terrified and agonized screams soon decorated the night.

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"Shizuka-chan?" Himiko asked, confused.

They were at a bazaar, fishing clothes while having the occasional snacks then and now. An hour must've passed since their departure from the base, and Himiko never felt this happy for years. She didn't realize how much she missed girl time until now. And more importantly—it was spendwith her idol, the one person she adored more than anything.

But in the midst of looking through dresses, Shizuka had suddenly looked up to the night sky. It was so cloudy that the moon couldn't be seen, a sure sign of upcoming rain. But Shizuka had looked up as if she heard something.

"Shizuka-chan?" She repeated, when she didn't answer.

Shizuka blinked, back to reality. Himiko asked, "what is it?"

Pink lips curved into a sincere smile, as if she'd heard something that made her happy. She might as well have been, considering her Quirk. "Nothing, I just thought I heard a friend calling."

"Don't ever show that shit again, you got it?!"

I don't want you to make that face again.

Shizuka scoffed happily. Katsu had always been reluctant to express his love. Even though, she didn't understand what Katsu meant. What kind of face did she make?

Oh, well.

"Himiko-chan, isn't this cute?" She pulled out a halter dress with a cut in the belly and laces on the ends. "It'll look good on you, ne?"

Himiko's purple eyes looked at the dress critically. "It's cute~! But Shizuka-chan's more suited in that! It's mature and cute, like you!"

"Really? Well, I'll buy it then..."

Himiko giggled, looking at the various paper bags they held in their hands. Being a villain was certainly a good job, especially with smart people such as Shizuka and Hitoshi. They never worried about money—there were several houses and lands in their name, as well as inventments.

Someone slide in from behind her, the body so close she could felt their clothes brushing against her own bomber. She tensed, feeling skin trailing on the bare skin of her leg.

How dare he—!"A-AAARGHHHH!" The man behind her yelled suddenly. Himiko turned to find a middle-aged man in a suit clutching his hand painfully, said hand was held in a twist by none other than Shizuka. He clawed her hand to no avail.

With a fierce expression, Shizuka growled. "Hands off, you leech."

He growled, shaking off her hand and smirked arrogantly. "Oh, you're going to regret it!"

As if in cue, more men in suit appeared from the surrounding area, where they'd tried to blend in. But honestly, Shizuka and her had saw them coming miles ago, they just didn't expect to clash with them. However, their arrogance was an indicate that they were probably an amateur gang of mafia—they only had numbers to their advantage. Even that wasn't much.

Shizuka glanced at her, and Himiko nodded. "Run!"

They sprint out of bazaar area, and into a large alley. There they turned, facing the still running mafias. The amateurs were startled when they saw the two young girls running to them, and fear soon entered their eyes when Himiko and Shizuka get their weapons out.

It was chaos afterward. Blood flew everywhere, raining down on both the dead and living. Himiko let out a hysterical giggle as she slashed another's head with her knife, spinning to face another mafia.

"Ooohh, it's fun! I haven't make a bloodbath for months, Shizuka-chan!"

"Glad I can help." Shizuka snarked, ducking on an attacking mafia and stabbing him from behind with her sword instead. The white blood glistened in red, the image of her swinging it around almost poetical. "32!"

"Whew," Himiko smiled as the mafia's scream was cut off and he collapsed, like a puppet cut off it's strings. Himiko heaved him up and threw the corpse carelessly on top of the corpse mountain. "That's the last, Shizuka-chan~"

"We didn't even need to use our Quirks." Shizuka wiped the blood on her face. "They're either new enough to not know us or they're foolish enough to challenge us."

"Let's change, Shizuka-chan! We can continue shopping, ne?" She asked. Shizuka nodded, heading to the paper bags they'd neatly put down on a corner.

Himiko smiled.

Dabi might thought Shizuka cold and suspicious, but Himiko knew better. Shizuka was kind, kinder than anyone ever been to a psychopath and villain like her. She didn't have to defend Himiko, but she did. And she knew, Shizuka was always sincere in her feelings—she truly considered her and Dabi her friends.

Himiko really, really, reaaaaally love Shizuka~!

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#03: BLACK AND WHITE

{a year after the interlude...}

"STAY BACK! Those are... villains!" Aizawa-sensei yelled, standing in front of them in an instant, goggles in position. Everyone tensed up.

"What?! What kind of villains attack a school full of heroes in broad daylight?!" Kaminari yelped, his body shaking slightly.

"They're only five?" Todoroki observed, uncertainty seeping into his tone. They were right in their disbelief, but they'd passed Yuuei's top security and didn't even seem ruffled.

"They're strong enough to kill us and got away before any back up arrives." Yamada-sensei said, tone grave. It was the first time Izuku or any of Class 1-A saw the rambunctious teacher looked so serious. It only served to emphasized the danger they were in.

From the higher ground they stood at, Midoriya Izuku could see the five figures wearing identical dark long high collar coats. Three male and two female stood in a V formation. From here, they didn't look abnormal nor any had mutant Quirk—if anything, it only made them more unknown and dangerous.

Suddenly, the leader moved forward, startling everyone into a defense position. She did anything, but smiled. "Greetings, Class 1-A students, Eraserhead-sensei, Present Mic-sensei. It's a pleasure to meet all of you."

"Hizashi, Kaminari, try to contact the school." Aizawa-sensei whispered.

"You won't be able to contact anyone." Her voice didn't risen, it was as light and casual as it was—as if she was just talking about the weather. It was unnerving, not to mention how she seemed to be able to hear Aizawa-sensei. Could it be her Quirk?

"Nor will you be able to get out." She continued. still looking at ease. If possible, their teachers tensed up even more.

Izuku gulped as the realization set in. She was dangerous, terribly dangerous.

"We are the Aeron... And we are here for you"

Everyone panicked in unison, spooked at the way she talked and what she'd clearly implied. But more than that, they were most afraid of the name she just used.

The Aeron was currently the biggest villain organization in Japan, even topping the mafias that'd took the top for years. It was an organization that'd only stood for less than two years, as far as everyone knew, but that only made them more terrifying. They'd murdered, turtored, and taken more than countable. Not to mention how The Trinity was the lead of the organization. Before Aeron stood, The Trinity—a nickname the public created for three famed villains that'd terrorized the world with their presences—was one of the biggest name in Japan, not even All Might could capture them.

And Izuku had no doubt that the girl walking toward them was the leader of The Trinity—the Sky Ripper.

Izuku tried to curb the panic threatening to drown him, as he watched the black streaked green hair sways around in the wind, as if she was some sort of an avenging angel. But as she got closer, Izuku realized that she was young, only a few years older than them, perhaps.

She smiled, the right end of her lips curled as if she was amused.

"Shizuka-nee?" He breathed out, disbelieving, because that smile—that unique way of smiling—was something only his long lost sister could make. Everyone turned to him, but he ignored them as he drunk in the girl like a man starved.

She looked like his sister so much that it hurt.

As if she heard his whisper, she looked directly into his eyes, that trademark smile widened. A lean hand took off the mask that covered her eyes, revealing sparkling emerald green eyes behind it.

The same eyes he saw everytime he looked into the mirror.

"Hello, Izuku."

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andddd that's it! how do you think? i've always want to make a villain story but it's really hard to grasp villain characteristics and their point of views (especially psycopaths', so sorry if toga seems ooc)! so consider this a practice for the future.

i debated between this and a soulmate!supernatural!au and had actually finished half of it before deciding this. might posted that one too. anyway, #03 will be continued on the next special chap, but certain plot twists had to be revealed first on the original story so that i won't spoil anything...

tell me in the comments about your thoughts and if you have any requests~

love, cas xoxo