Butterfly Soup

One week later. Tomura and Milante were returning from the city on their own. Shigaraki had already gotten used to rarely using Kurogiri’s teleporter in order to spend more time with the girl. And he often returned home in high spirits after meeting with her. He was having a hell of a time. Walking behind Milante, Tomura kept staring at the back of her white head. Then his eyes slid over her thin neck. -… Shigaraki approached, almost stepping on the girl’s heels. - Your smell…is delicious, — leaning towards Milante’s neck, he suddenly took “Father” off his face, noisily inhaled through his nose and broke into a strange smile. — Not annoying. It is not harsh or heavy, even soft and pleasant. I can spot you by this smell in any city. Scary? - What, are you going to follow me like a dog and sniff? It’s creepy, — the girl winced. — You’re definitely a pervert. - Me? Ha-ha, maybe yes, — Tomura bared his teeth and suddenly, unexpectedly for himself, bit her on the neck. — You’re delicious. “- It’s really delicious. Hm-m…the smell of vanilla and peony? Yes, it looks like it. Damn, this is really creepy…now I want to smell it around the clock, it relaxes me. Am I really a pervert?” The guy frowned, puzzled. - Come on, come yourself together, — Milante sternly slapped her hand on his forehead. — I understand that hormones are acting up and everything, but behave decently, okay? - Tch… — Shigaraki tched displeasedly, pulling away. — Is it possible to confuse you with something, huh? So uninteresting. You’re boring. Milante suddenly stopped abruptly and Tomura ran into her with all his weight. - Hey! — he barely managed to slow down and stared at the girl. — What are you doing? - Boring, then? — Milante repeated in a strange tone. — Then, how do you like this? Before Tomura could understand anything, he was already pressed against the wall in the alley by the girl’s body. “Father” fell to the ground nearby. - Hey, — Milante raised her eyes, blazing with a wild violet flame. — There is no need to make hasty conclusions. I even felt offended for a second. She pressed herself harder into the guy and pressed his hands tightly against the wall, looking at him with a strange look. Shigaraki moved away from his confusion and somehow grinned contentedly. - Yes… that’s better, — his lips stretched into a crazy grin, and his eyes sparkled with a bloody gleam. — Then I take my words back. Come on, surprise me with something else, Milante. I’m waiting. If you can, I’ll even introduce you to the League in a special way. - Sounds interesting, — Milante grinned, piercing the guy with her eyes. — Okay, get ready. Tomura’s eyes sparkled with anticipation and even his pulse quickened. He again felt awakening excitement. He didn’t know what exactly she would do; her movements and train of thoughts were generally impossible to predict. Therefore, Tomura was already shaking with delight and interest. But what happened next exceeded all his expectations: Milante suddenly leaned forward sharply, stood on her tiptoes, took him by the cheeks and kissed him deliciously on the nose. -?!.. Shigaraki’s eyes widened in amazement. He blinked in confusion, comprehending what was happening. The girl burst into a satisfied smile from ear to ear and let go of him, taking a step back. Tomura scratched his face in complete confusion and turned away. His cheeks turned treacherously red. “- What was that all about just now…? I thought she would attack me and at least kiss me passionately…bummer.” There was an awkward silence. - Will that work? I see you were surprised, — Milante mockingly tilted her head to the side, narrowing her lavender eyes. — I’ll have to keep my promise, heh. - Huh… — moving away from surprise, Tomura suddenly laughed. — I admit, I did not expect such a turn of events. You beat me, beetle, aha-ha-ha! But it seems that the guy was not at all upset by his loss. Shigaraki glared at the girl with a strange look, picked up “Father” from the ground, shook it off and put it on his face. - I like these game, — he said contentedly, putting his hands in his pockets. — Even though I don’t know the rules, it doesn’t matter. I’ll come up with my own. - There are no rules in my game, — Milante smiled mysteriously. — Do what you want. It’s much more interesting this way. After looking at each other, she and Tomura laughed and went into the bar. - I wrote in the chat that two more recruits should come today, — Shigaraki pushed the bar door with his foot. — Giran assured me that it would be something worthwhile, so… - Ah! Tomura-kun, who did you bring? — suddenly there was a squeaky exclamation. — What kind of beauty is this? Walking in after Tomura, Milante saw, in addition to Kurogiri, some schoolgirl. And a little further away stood a dark-haired guy, not much older than the boss of the League of Villains. All three of them looked at Shigaraki and Milante as they entered. - Oh, is there really someone normal in the League at last? — Dabi lazily drawled, carefully examining Milante. - This is Milante. Please don’t love her, but please her, — Tomura pointed his finger at the girl. — She is our tomato sponsor. And these guys are Dabi and Toga, I told you about them. - A? — Milante looked at him with a poker face. — This is your “special” representation of me? I won’t be your sponsor, roll your lip up your collar. - Why? You already give me money out of the kindness of your heart, — Shigaraki grinned mockingly, patting her on the shoulder. -You’re very comfortable. Milante calmly prescribed a kick for his leg, causing the guy to gasp in surprise and grab his butt. Dabi and Toga looked at each other meaningfully, seeing with their own eyes that Tomura could really calmly touch this girl with all his fingers, and she wouldn’t crumble into dust. “- So, his quirk only doesn’t affect her. Interesting. Who is this girl?” - You’re cute, — Himiko quickly found herself next to Milante, smiling from ear to ear. — Tomura-kun didn’t say much about you, but I realized that there was clearly something between you. Also, I will definitely suck your blood! It would suit you to wear blood red, Milante-chan! Your blood-stained face framed by snow-white hair will look great, hee- hee. She quietly reached for her knife. - What are you, a little tapir? — Milante asked, pretending that she had not noticed this suspicious movement. This girl posed no threat to her. Taking a closer look at her face, Milante saw dark bruises under Himiko’s eyes. “- Since she started talking about blood, it means her quirk is connected with this. And she looks like a small bat, heh. Funny little girl.” Milante chuckled at her thoughts. - Hm? — Toga blinked in surprise, hovering. — Who are tapirs? - Vampire, she wanted to say, — came Shigaraki’s voice. — She has a broken sense of humor and so does she herself. But I like it, — he added, chuckling contentedly. — I have already learned to understand him. Toga Himiko has a Metamorphosis quirk. In order to reincarnate into someone, she needs that person’s blood. And I understand that the more, the better. - Ah, everything is clear with you, — Milante ignored his joke and narrowed her eyes, looking at Toga. — You obviously won’t like my blood. - Why? I haven’t tried it yet, — Himiko changed her mind, put the knife away and hung on her. — OK. Now I will have a cute girlfriend, I’m glad! Otherwise I’m the only girl here and I’m bored with them. Let’s have fun together! Milante smiled condescendingly, looking at her as if she were a child. Tomura at this time sat down at the bar, discussing something with Kurogiri. - Hm-m, she really is a beauty, — Dabi noted, looking intently at Milante. — I’m surprised. And by the looks of it, does that mean you’ve decided to take her to us, boss? — he looked at the guy. - Something like that. Consider Milante our sponsor, as I said, — Shigaraki responded, narrowing his eyes. — Is there something you don’t like? - Not really. On the contrary, I’m glad that the League will now have at least some kind of eye candy, — Dabi suddenly stepped closer and extended his hand to the girl, brazenly touching her hair. — Milante your name is, right? I’m Dabi. Seeing this, Tomura suddenly grabbed a bottle from the counter and threw it at him. Dabi quickly took a step back, giving him a “don’t care” look and chuckled quietly. It was obvious that he wanted to provoke the boss and have a little fun, and at the same time find out for himself how indifferent Milante was to Tomura. - Why the hell are you touching her with your burnt paws? — Shigaraki hissed darkly, his eyes cracked. — I didn’t say that you can even touch her with your finger!! - Oh, don’t be so jealous, — Dabi let out a chuckle. — You should have said right away that this is your girl. - Huh? I’m not jealous, idiot. - So? Your bloodthirsty eyes, which are now falling out of their sockets from jealousy, give you away. Tomura turned his head towards Milante and silently stared at her with a strange look, scratching his neck until it bled. “- Jealous…? Nah, nonsense. She’s my girlfriend and this asshole just has no right to grope her, that’s all.” - You’ll still have to fight for me, — Milante snorted, folding her arms over her chest. — And you, — she looked sternly at Dabi. — Don’t touch me, okay? - Eh? Okay, okay, — Dabi raised his hands up and grinned. — You’re his girl, I get it. I didn’t expect such a beauty to fall for you, — he added with a poker face, looking at Shigaraki. — Suddenly. - Think about it, — Tomura grinned, imposingly crossing his legs. — That’s because I’m so damn cool, huh! -… Dabi gave him a strange look and turned away, but Milante noticed there was a flicker of pity. Or rather, Shigaraki looked pathetic in his eyes at the moment. - There’s definitely something between you two, — Toga giggled, putting her hand to her mouth. — Hey, Tomura-kun, tell me, okay? Did you want to kill Dabi-kun because you were jealous of Milante-chan? It’s so romantic! Bloody lovers, ah… Lovely! - Shut up, — Tomura glared at her. — Or I’ll kick you all the hell out of here. I still have a meeting scheduled and I have to mentally prepare for it. He turned his gaze to Milante. - Come here, — he narrowed his eyes and beckoned her with his finger. — We need to discuss something. The girl sat down on a chair nearby, leaning her elbows on the counter. Kurogiri poured them all a cocktails. Toga had already turned her attention to Dabi, enthusiastically chatting about Stein, who rolled his eyes and listened to her with half an ear, glancing at boss and his girlfriend with one eye. After a while, having finished the discussion, Milante suddenly left somewhere. And Tomura received a message from Giran. “- Shigaraki-san, these two are with me. We’ll be there soon” After reading the message, Shigaraki put his cell on the counter and thought about it. “- If two more join, then there will be six of us. And if the beetle had agreed, there would already be seven. Not bad. There, you see, someone else worthwhile will come. I would like… But half of them are talking about Stein and it makes me wildly angry. It’s ok. Soon they will start talking about the League of Villains as the most dangerous and terrible group and these stupid people will understand that we are not anyone’s followers. We are on our own. Soon…we will reach the very top. Soon.” His eyes under “Father” dimly sparkled with a gloomy gleam from anticipation of satisfaction.

***

A few minutes earlier. Giran stood in a dark alley, watching his usual spectacle. Tomura Shigaraki urgently asked to bring a strong person into the League who had nothing to do with Stein. Giran took this as a challenge and now he is standing here. Next to another future member of the League of Villains. Who, however, did not know about it yet. Eiji Fuuma. He is also the Tornado. A boy who showed up in the Japanese underworld several years ago, making a career as an ideal killer in a short time. Despite his teenage years, he was a fairly smart and quiet guy who analyzed everything in advance. In the fire started by the Endeavor during the battle with the villain, Eiji was the only one to survive, having lost his family. The house collapsed and the heroes left him to die under the rubble, but he was lucky. Perhaps lucky. His hair became brittle and stubble-like. The guy was missing his left eye, instead of which there was a burn. It was the same with most of the body — everything here and there was covered with burns and scars. After the incident, Eiji had nothing left and was taken to an orphanage where he was constantly mocked. Unable to bear it, the guy beat up the main instigator of ridicule and fled to the street, which taught him a harsh lesson in surviving orphans in Japan. He was alone, restless, wandering the streets, and then decided to make a living with his talents. Strong quirk, quick learner, acting and ability to fight. At first, he received orders for collection work. He collected debts and simply tormented those who crossed the path of powerful villains and vigilantes. And then he killed them. Seeing his success, Giran promised to increase his pay if Eiji killed one villain, and the guy did it without hesitation. This was the beginning of the Tornado. A cynical and cruel killer who only cared about money. Giran needed him right now. - No! Stop, dude!.. — some bandit babbled in fear, pressing himself against the wall. — D…don’t kill me… Tornado never met anyone just like that. Only to complete the order and receive a fee. Therefore, additional proposals could only be made during one of these meetings. Well, or if someone knew exactly where Eiji was. Like now. Eiji slowly approached the bandit closely, and with one movement of the tonfa blade* cut off most of the guy’s head, leaving his jaw and tongue visible to the eye. Baring his teeth nervously, Fuuma licked the blood from the blade, clearly enjoying the taste of blood. *(traditional bladed weapon with shock-crushing action of the inhabitants of the island of Okinawa. Often used in pairs. Tonfa is the prototype of a modern police baton with a transverse handle) If we talk about appearance, Tornado himself was a short guy, about 1.70 cm tall. He wore black sneakers, dark blue jeans, a burgundy T-shirt with a print of some rock band, and a blue raincoat with an image of a white tornado on the back.he had long dark purple hair covering his left eye with a burn. A notable feature was Eiji’s teeth — sharpened like a shark’s. His right eye, which remained intact, was gray-green. The guy also liked to wear a black mask for anonymity, but in front of Giran and similar customers, he did not wear it. - Not a bad offer, — Tornado finally turned to Giran, next to whom stood a man in a black and white suit and mask (similar to the anti-hero Deadpool). — But first, I would like to discuss the amount of my fee for missions in this League, Giran-san. And…who is this? — he pointed tonfa at the Deadpool parody. — You will discuss the fee with the leader of the League, Shigaraki-san. But you won’t be offended, in any case, — Giran chuckled. - I’m Twice, nice to meet you! Go to hell, you freak! — Twice greeted him. His voices were clearly different. Fuuma, who was about to attack, suddenly lowered his weapon and smiled. - Oh, so he’s schizophrenic, — he grinned, looking at Twice. — Are there many such personnel in the League? - That’s it, — Giran answered without hesitation for a second. - I want to see them, — the guy said. — If I like them, and the leader of this group offers a decent fee for my services, then I’m in. Giran nodded and beckoned his best killer and Twice to follow him, counting out the money for the previous mission along the way. If Tomura and Eiji get along, the League of Villains will have a powerful ranged attacker besides Dabi and the best assassin in the country. And if Muscle and Compress also agree to his proposal, then the League will become the perfect villainous team. “- Unless, of course, they kill each other,” - Giran grinned, laughing at his thoughts, which caused puzzled looks from his charges. On the way, Eiji again tried to get Twice to talk, seeing him as a fascinating patient for psychotherapy. To be more precise, Tornado liked schizophrenics. At least they were fun.

***

At the League’s hideout. Tomura lazily turned his head towards the door that opened: Giran finally brought these two… The meeting with the first “candidates” did not go very well, but Kurogiri convinced him that people were needed and Shigaraki, gritting his teeth, still gave Dabi and Toga a positive answer. Actually, that’s why they now periodically hung out at the bar with him. Like now. And now there are two more standing in front of the boss. The first, in a black and white suit, constantly grimacing, and the second reminded him of the same Dabi — the same half-empty look and similar clothes. Except Dabi didn’t have a weapon. And this guy himself with purple hair looked painfully young. “- A schoolboy again?” Dabi and Toga were still at the bar: the black-haired one was lounging on a bar stool and Himiko was standing behind the counter with Kurogiri, looking at the new arrivals with interest. - Oh, we still have new ones! — she broke into a smile, resting her cheeks on her hands. — Tomura-kun, who are they? May I give them a special welcome? — Are these another of Stein’s followers? — Shigaraki ignored her, looking gloomily at Giran. - No, — the broker shook his head. — You asked me to find strong people who are not interested in him. And here they are. Silver and Gold among those who have ever worked with me. Tomura turned his gaze to the recruits and narrowed his eyes. - It already sounds promising, — he finally relaxed. — The first one is Bubaigawara Jin, aka Twice. He hasn’t committed any particularly serious crimes, but he has a useful quirk that allows him to duplicate himself, hence the nickname, — Giran pointed with his hand at the guy in the mask. - I’m Twice, or you can just call me Jin, — this feathered miracle waved his hand. — I hope we can become a good team. F*ck you didn’t give in to me! Shigaraki merely raised an eyebrow at the contradictory greeting. Dabi at this time with a poker face looked at one, then at the other. — The second is a hired killer who will be gladly sent to Tartarus if caught. Quirk allows you to create wind and shock waves, this guy is also good in close combat, — Giran chuckled, looks at another.— It’s better to introduce yourself. - My name is Eiji, but I prefer to be called Tornado, it’s more familiar, — the guy raised his hand in greeting, looking around at his possible comrades with a bored look. — I’ll happily wreak havoc as one of you, and hopefully run into Miruko and Endeavor and kill those freaks. If, of course, you’ll pay me. “- Endeavor? Does this boy have a personal score with him?” Hearing the last phrase, Dabi narrowed his eyes. Looking around at Eiji, he realized that because of his bangs he couldn’t see Tornado’s left eye. There, apparently, lay the answer. Although, judging by the numerous scars and burns that were visible from under his clothes, the owner of the “Cremation” quirk guessed what exactly was the matter. -…A nut who wants friendship and a mercenary sucker? Are you kidding me, Giran? — Shigaraki hissed, rising from his chair. — This doesn’t fit into any gates… - Hey, boss, — Dabi suddenly called out to him. — I’ve heard something about these guys. If I were you, I’d think so. Shigaraki didn’t listen to him, he was already on edge. Failure again? Will all sorts of shady personalities constantly join the League now? When will something truly worthwhile finally appear? Glancing at the recruits, Shigaraki suddenly rushed forward, holding out his hands to them. But he was slightly surprised when the brat Eiji easily pulled his hand away and hit him in the stomach with an open palm, simultaneously throwing Tomura aside with a gust of wind. Twice at this time stared at them in confusion, not understanding why they suddenly decided to fight. Dabi only lazily glanced at this action, deciding if anything happened, to leave immediately, because he didn’t really want to fight. Toga shuddered and, just in case, moved further behind the counter, because she remembered their last meeting with the boss of the League of Villains. - Shigaraki Tomura!.. Kurogiri was ready to intervene in the battle, but a sharp and cold gust of air suddenly burst into the room. -?! Someone stunned Tornado in one fell swoop, and Twice was blown somewhere to the side. - Oh, I see you have a problem, — Milante, who appeared literally out of nowhere, stood on the bar counter with Tomura in her arms. — Did recruitment into the League not go according to plan? I only left for a couple of minutes, and then the fight had already begun. -… Shigaraki blinked in confusion. The girl looked around the bar, lingering on the lying Eiji and Twice. - D…don’t touch me, Milante!.. — Tomura came to his senses and abruptly got off her, irritated and embarrassed at the same time. — Everything is under control. Milante clearly had a different opinion, but did not say anything and just shook her head. - It’s not nice to attack your boss, guys, — she said with a strange smile. — Usually, when meeting each other, they shake hands. - If you had joined the League, everything would have gone differently, — Shigaraki snapped at this joke, scratching his neck. - Am I to blame again? — Milante snorted, folding her arms over her chest. — Can’t you deal with some hooligans yourself? You’re the boss. Tomura tutted angrily in response, furiously scratching his neck and glaring at the recruits. He clearly underestimated this guy, Tornado. He probably had every chance of killing him. And this made him incredibly angry. - Let’s just become part of the League and such problems will disappear on their own, huh? — Shigaraki suddenly made a scary face and turned to the girl. - No, thank you. This has already become a tradition. Invitation — refusal. It was even funny for Milante to watch how Tomura grimaced every time she rejected his invitation. The girl turned to Tornado and Twice. They had both already recovered from her blow, but the latter had no intention of fighting in the first place. Although, Milante noted that he did not lose his vigilance until the last moment. But Eiji was still ready to continue the fight. He was filled with bloodlust. “- Hm-m… this guy is literally burning with the desire to kill.” Milante narrowed her eyes, looking intently at the guy. - He’s not my boss yet, and I was only repelling his attack, — Tornado shrugged calmly, wincing. — Apparently, he doesn’t need a good killer with a strong quirk. His bangs became slightly disheveled and Milante saw a terrible burn on his left eye. With slight dissatisfaction, she noted that perhaps the Endeavor had left a mark here too. The girl glanced briefly at Dabi and Toga, who were looking at her in surprise, puzzled by her sudden appearance and the fact that she had grabbed Tomura in her arms. Giran, straightening his disheveled hair, nodded to Milante in greeting. Kurogiri’s heavy sigh was heard. He quickly stood in front of an irritated Shigaraki, blocking Eiji’s view of him to avoid misunderstandings. - We’ve already discussed this, Shigaraki, we shouldn’t reject strong people who strive for us, — Kurogiri whispered in Tomura’s ear. — So, what will be your answer? Please think carefully. -… Milante was also interested in knowing his verdict. So different, but so similar people gather into one team. It was funny. Out of her peripheral vision, she suddenly noticed how Fuuma Eiji was simply piercing her with his gaze. Did you count her blow as your first defeat? What a proud young man. “- This girl…she also has an air quiver? I didn’t even notice her appearance. Damn…” Eiji frowned. - What is your name? — he asked Milante. - Milante. Let’s get acquainted, Eiji-kun, — the girl smiled slightly at him. -… Tornado turned away irritably. -…Gold and Silver, huh? — Shigaraki finally remembered how Giran christened his charges, and carefully touched the bruise that bloomed at the site of Eiji’s blow. Looking first at Tornado and then at Twice, Tomura fell silent. - Accepted, — he finally growled darkly and, turning around, walked out into the corridor, slamming the door. Twice clapped his hands with joy like a child, attracting Toga’s attention with his behavior. Tornado shrugged his shoulders and sat down on the side of Dabi, closing his eyes. “- This Milante… Exactly, I remembered, there are all sorts of rumors about her among the hired killers. And she is the only one whose movements I was unable to follow in this life. Huh, the girl beat me to itah, what a trash…” Eiji suppressed the resentment that had risen within himself. Now is not the time. If he couldn’t, it means he’s inattentive and weak. At this rate, he definitely won’t take revenge on Miruko and, especially, the Endeavor for his ugliness and life in this damn orphanage. Milante was talking about something with Kurogiri and Giran. Apparently, she belonged to the League, despite the fact that she was not a member of it. It’s worth asking your patron about her, maybe he’ll find out something interesting? Slipping over Milante with a more intent gaze, Eiji suddenly could hardly suppress his teenage excitement, and then his thirst for blood. This girl was damn beautiful, and also, every cell of his body screamed about danger next to her. Yes, he will not attract her attention to himself, but need to be alert. He was sure that she knew EVERYTHING about them. This can lead to big problems. - Hey, Tornado, right? — Dabi suddenly distracted the teenager from his thoughts. — So you don’t like Endeavor? - Yeah, “I don’t like” is putting it mildly, — Fuuma lazily drawled, and stared at the palm of his interlocutor suddenly extended for a handshake. - Imagine, me too, — Dabi smiled coldly, which, given the look of his face, was slightly creepy. — I think we will find a common language. Revealing his sharpened teeth in a grin, Eiji did not hesitate to shake the outstretched hand. - Agree. Meanwhile, while discussing the latest news with Kurogiri, Milante quietly glanced at Tornado. -… She didn’t particularly like the presence of a child killer on this team, although it seemed like he belonged here. After all, almost all members of the League were murderers in one way or another. “- I need to keep an eye on this guy. If he falls under the influence of All For One like Tomura, then Japan risks not surviving the second such scumbag. That’s it. Okay, at the end of the day, that’s what I’m here for.” Sighing heavily, Milante moved towards the door. Kurogiri and Giran followed her with their gazes and exchanged glances with each other. While Dabi was rubbing something on him, Eiji was closely watchingas the door closes behind the girl. - Is she some kind of boss’s girlfriend? — he asked everyone. — Not bad. And what did she fall for? Is he a god in bed? Obviously not by appearance. - Who knows? Aragon-san has a special interest in my young client, — Giran responded mysteriously, taking a drag from his cigarette. — For me, they are the perfect couple. And now, Kurogiri-san, I, in the old fashioned way, expect payment for my hard work, — he looked at the foghead, narrowing his eyes.

***

Entering the room, Milante saw Tomura sitting on the bed. The guy stared unblinkingly at the wall and scratched himself non-stop. - Hey, — a hand gently fell on his shoulder. — Are you nervous? - Of course. This brat turned out to be strong, — Shigaraki muttered darkly, raising his eyes. — And now, as for you… What was that pretentious appearance with special effects, huh? And why did you grab me in front of everyone? - It just so happened, — Milante chuckled, poking him in the forehead with a finger. — Don’t bomb, big boss. I was just covering your ass, heh. Tomura rolled his eyes picturesquely, but remained silent. - Thank you, — he muttered, stopping itching. The girl’s gaze fell on his already darkened bruise. - Tomura, tell me one thing, — she shook her head and touched his bruise with her fingers. — When will you start thinking before doing anything? This upsets me. - Huh? — Shigaraki also looked at his bruise. — No big deal, it will heal. Everything on me, like on that dog, heals instantly. He let out a husky laugh, tossing his hair. Milante looked and looked at him with a strange look. And then she suddenly swung her fist and hit Tomura painfully on the head. In surprise, stars fell out of his eyes. Gasping, the guy grabbed his head and stared at the girl in surprise. - You have to take care of yourself, idiot, — Milante leaned gloomily over him, her heavy aura literally pressing on Tomura. — At this rate, you’ll quit before you can realize your dream. Would you like me to help make things easier for you? You’re f*cking selfish, Shigaraki. -…… Tomura blinked in confusion, not knowing what to say in response. The anger that flared up quickly disappeared instantly, and for some reason the guy suddenly felt guilty. The way she looked at him… It involuntarily stirred up vague childhood feelings, as if he were a child, and his mother was scolding him for his misdeed. Sternly, but with great understanding and concern. -… Shigaraki lowered his eyes and silently ran his hand through his hair. There was silence. - …You sometimes go too far, — he finally muttered, casting a quick glance at the girl. — Don’t worry about me so much. Otherwise, I will really die much earlier at your suggestion, — he added with a poker face to the side. — You hit it painfully, by the way. Tomura winced and tsked displeasedly, rubbing the top of his head. - You didn’t warn that there would be a mercenary among the recruits. That’s not how things are done, — Milante responded coolly, folding her arms across her chest and looking down at him. -“If I had stayed another minute, it would have ended sadly for you, idiot. This Tornado… He’s not just a cold-blooded killer. He gets a dark satisfaction from the process itself. Since he encountered the Endeavor in childhood, and he, not only did not save him, but also became the reason that Eiji got hurt, this guy is burning with hatred and thirsts for revenge. Miruko also dragged him here. God. Now I’ll have to take on that too. The kindergarten is complete, a campaign is planned. Okay, in the end, I know how to raise children correctly. There shouldn’t be any problems with this. But the cases are very serious.” - If you were part of the League, I would have said right away, — Shigaraki snapped. — You’re losing a lot, beetle. Give up your principles already and join me. I need you. Hearing the last phrase, Milante’s gaze softened. Shigaraki scratched his cheek and sighed heavily. - Let’s go somewhere to get some air again, — he got out of bed. — I want to unload my brain and take a break. - Yes, let’s go. I’ll wait for you outside. With these words, Milante disappeared into white smoke. Tomura shook his head as he thought about today’s situation. There was a double feeling — on the one hand, the staff was replenished with strong villains, and on the other… they were all so self-willed and with their own cockroaches in their heads. It seems Shigaraki has finally begun to understand what it means to be the leader of a criminal gang. But this way he will quickly learn to interact with different people, just as Kurogiri said. And Milante will help him with this. Diplomacy skills have never harmed anyone.