Chapter 2.2

Dark and gloomy. That was his life. He was trained in it. He breathed in it. He lived in it. Death lingered his path no matter where he walked. More than a decade has passed since his Master found him. And thanks to him, Shigaraki can finally fulfil this desire to burn down everything those hypocritic heroes have built.

And with that woman's help, All Might would be begging on his knees for salvation. The look on his face would be truly worth it! They wouldn't expect it at all.

Currently, he was watching those lowly thugs partake in the pizza Kurogiri had played around with. He didn't eat, of course. He knew very well what was in it. With that in their guts, there was no way they were going to betray him.

A snide smirk worked up his chapped lips as they chewed, swallowed, and consumed the drugged bread. What kind of drug? He didn't give a fuck unless it made his plan worse. All he knew was that it made them all obey his words just like the Noumo beside him.

Tomorrow was going to be a wonderful day.

His eyes flickered over to the woman who was supposedly the first resort if the thugs fail to kill at least one of the brats to threaten All Might with.

She looked decent. Prudish. Boring.

Honestly, he didn't care.

If his Master said she's important, so be it. He just wanted to see All Might on the ground begging for his life. He could already see it- him standing over the weak and pathetic Symbol of Peace unable to help his poor students.

Maybe he would stab one of them just to see the pain of All Might's face.

Oh, that would be so-

"EVERYONE STOP EATING!" His thoughts were cut off at the sudden shout coming from in front of him. His eyes widened at the sight of the woman, Bangs MF is what he was soon going to call her, who dropped the pizza and spat out what she had eaten.

If he could see her eyes, he would see the pain in her eyes for spitting out the pizza. However, he misinterpreted her actions and saw the suspicion reflect with how she did it. A snarl (a pitiful cry actually) came out of her mouth as she looked at him with anger and suspicion (pain and agony).

He flinched in fear. His skin crawled at the glare (confusion) she sent him. They were like daggers pinning him down. He had never felt this fear before. (Because it was never fear in the first place. It was shock and surprise).

"You should get a refund. The pizza is drugged." His eyes widened as the lowly thugs one by one spat out the pizza and dropped what was left of it from their hands. He expected them to look at him with rage and they did.

But their gazes immediately dropped when she looked around them. Her pose was one of confidence and authority (she was stretching)- so different from his slouched position.

"Why do you think that?" Kurogiri answered for him. Shigaraki knew why he did that. The rage was building in his stomach at the audacity of this woman. His fists clenched tightly on his sides. He so wanted to jump at her and kill her right then and there, but the thugs they had brought over were siding with her.

Why were they siding with her?!

Actually, they were all on her side because Noumo was looking terrifying and he looked terrifying too. But he didn't know that.

"Someone tried to poison me with the same thing. So, I remember the taste." His eyes narrowed suspiciously at her words. Even more at the frown on her lips. "It makes your stomach go bad so you should throw it out. It's not that bad unless you drank, in this case, ate like a whole box of pizza. Someone must have leaked info about our meeting…today." His eyes watched her looking around the room suspiciously (wearily).

His eyes widened again. That wasn't how the drug works. Was she protecting them? Why? He shared a look with Kurogiri who also noticed.

This woman seemed more important than he initially thought.

Kurogiri hummed in response to her words. "I see…seems like we owe everyone an apology. And a thanks to you, Akeru-san." He felt Kurogiri stare at him, indicating that he should say something too.

He clicked his tongue. But he knew he had to. "Seems like there was a…mistake. Thank you for helping us… this would have been bad if every one of you were suddenly sick."

She laughed, a sardonic, malicious laugh. The chills vehemently slithered down and coiled around his neck. A bead of sweat trickled down his brow staring wide-eyed at the woman.

"That's alright. Everyone makes mistakes." She scratched her head with the same wide senile grin. The coil tightened around his neck, daring him to speak. He never felt this before. And he wasn't sure how he felt about someone acting like he wasn't the boss of this place.

If only he and everyone else in that room knew she was actually just nervously laughing to break the awkward atmosphere. And that she scratched her head to show how nervous she was and wasn't actually looking threatening at all.

"I think its best if wrap it up." She claps her hands and tilted her head. Shigaraki saw a glimpse of her eyes and stiffened. The coil unraveled at the pearly white eyes staring back at him. Emotions swirled inside him. It made him feel uneasy that even without her bangs she still showed the same evil intent.

When the bangs covered her eyes again, a feeling surged within him. A feeling that excited and scared him. It sent a sense of unsurety in him that he has never felt before. It warmed him. It weirded him out. It was making everything darker around him too.

Why were the thugs slowly dropping one by one?

Kurogiri, what the fuck is happening??

Was what he wanted to say out loud but the air wasn't there. He reached for his throat and the coil was so tight that it made his knees buckle. His eyes flickered to Kurogiri who was already on the ground unconscious then to Noumo who was still standing.

His feet shifted as he struggled to keep his ground. His nails clawed his throat as his mouth opened to take a breath but nothing. His knees finally lost the battle to stay strong and hit the cemented ground hard. His mouth slowly closed to gnash his teeth together. The darkness was quickly consuming his sight, but he couldn't black out.

The last thing he saw was the woman forming an 'o' on her lips. The last thing he heard before his head hit the ground was a breathy, shocked

"Oh, shit."