Dabi strode in with Chisaki that day. Tomura's eyes narrowed as he surveyed the man. Properly cut brown hair, a plague mask and a green jacket with purple fur. Horrible fashion choice, really. The contemptuous glance that he cast at them didn't help the itch in his fingers either and it was all he could do to not disintegrate the man's face then and there.

"So....this is the League of Villains," he began with a nonchalant air, "I suppose I had expected something more fancy."

"You are the one who came to us, not the other way around. What do YOU want?"

"Why, place yourselves under my command. I have a plan and I need your numbers to succeed in it."

Izuku's mouth twitched. Shoto's book began to smoke and ice at the respective corners. Kurogiri felt like the sole purpose of his existence was to keep people from going at each others' necks.

"I am definitely not doing that," Tomura chose his words deliberately. It was an unspoken agreement that Tomura would serve as a spokesperson for these kinds of meetings. "What makes you think that we need a leader?"

"For starters, do you even have a plan?"

Tomura gave Izuku a side glance who subtly nodded.

"We plan to further the numbers of our troops."

"And then? Then what? You are already rejecting useful villains like Moonfish and Muscular, what will you even do with numbers?"

"I suppose quality of the heart is more necessary for our cause," Tomura felt like he was sounding like Stain at this point. The raised eyebrow which the man gave him made it definitive.

"So poetic. Too poetic for a villain. But still, you don't have a plan. Your words and efforts are in vain without a proper plan, you stand no chance. The yakuza will reclaim the underworld again and your petty League would be crushed soon. If you wish to avoid that, place yourselves under me. I have a plan and I know how to direct the troops."

This apparently irked Magne enough to pick up her piece of metal and try to attract Overhaul towards herself.

"We aren't placing ourselves under a scumbag like you, Chisaki."

"That's no longer my name," he growled and touched her with his bare hands. She exploded in a burst of blood. The entire League stood up, taking on a defensive posture.

"Ek, disgusting."

Mr. Compress swung in and tried to compress Overhaul, but all he got was a smashed arm.

Stain leapt in but got his blades broken.

Tomura rushed forward, his hand outstretched. A figure quickly came between him and Chisaki, which disintegrated immediately.

The look Tomura gave Chisaki could have curdled all the milk in the world.

"I suppose you really didn't come alone."

"That would be lame. We are members of the underground. Each group is supposed to be wary of the other, right?"

A few of his minions came riding in and he pulled the gloves up his hand again.

"I suppose we both owe each other a dead member and I owe you an arm."

"Tomura-kun," Toga said softly, drawing her knife with narrowed eyes, "Let me cut him up."

"No, not now. Wait, Toga."

Overhaul was already leaving.

"Think about my offer when you can."

"Of course, Chisaki."

"Don't call me that."

The moment the doors closed, Toga threw said knife at it in fury.

Izuku and Kurogiri immediately rushed to Mr. Compress while Shoto went to grab the medical kit. They managed to staunch his bleeding and wrapped his arm up.

"I suppose someone has to arrange for a prosthetic, I have a couple lying around, and I can then see if I can transfer the power of his Quirk into it as well," Izuku started rambling when they managed to patch him up to the best of his ability.

Tomura turned around and exhaled.

"Chisaki is dead."

And for once, Izuku didn't contradict him.

"In the most torturous way possible," Stain added, taking the mop which Kurogiri was giving him. They needed to clean this place up and then give her a funeral. And possibly Mr. Compress's arm too.

"Fucking finally," Bakugo swore when they finished their Provisional Licensing exams and got their licenses.

"Just for curiosity, why did you feel the need to glare at the camera man such?"

"Don't question my reasons, Purple Hair. He should be glad that he is alive."

"I suppose."