Warning: Mild cursing

Midoriya wandered down the corridors of the hideout. He was preparing himself for the battle. He was going to make the League pay for their actions. He knew that the League would underestimate them for the number of members in the Anarchy. 'I can't wait to see their faces.' He was determined to make the League pay. He wasn't going to let this go carelessly and let them wander around. He was going to put an end to the League and slaughter them all.

Kacchan had to report back to the police station since he did have a job there. Kirishima was at work, leaving Midoriya alone. The green-haired boy walked inside the war room to see the picture frame by the table. He neglected that he left this here. It was the picture of his parents and himself. He remembered how Toshinori worried for him after Inko's death. Midoriya knew he should have never distanced himself from his adoptive father. He questioned if he could ever restore the bond they had. It was his mistake that they weren't close anymore. Midoriya knew that he wasn't the only one that missed Inko. Toshinori lost the love of his life. Midoriya glimpsed at his phone on the table and took a deep breath.

Midoriya: Dad, can we spend time together when you're not busy?

Midoriya set his phone down onto the counter. He needed to tell Bakugou and Kirishima his plans for the expansion. Midoriya removed the arm strap when he realized that it was finally time. He promised himself that he would tell his friends about his plans. First, they needed to save Todoroki. Maybe, this was his chance to tell Todoroki the truth.

******

Kaminari assembled his items and headed to the station. He had to give Toshinori the flash drive considering the due date was approaching. He knew that this was drifting their relationship apart. He sighed to himself, 'Can I even trust you anymore, Hitoshi?' He wondered if he was overreacting. His phone hummed against the wooden table. Kaminari rolled his eyes and walked over to the table.

Hitoshi: Can we please talk?

Kaminari read the message and wondered what he should do. He asked himself if he could trust Hitoshi. He glanced at the picture frame on his desk. It was a reminder of his and Hitoshi's first date. He loved his insomniac boyfriend, so why couldn't he talk to him. He ran a hand through his hair and ruffled his hair.

'Why am I so stubborn?'

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"Dad, I don't even know what I did wrong." Hitoshi looked for his guidance. Yamada invited his son to accompany them for tea. Aizawa glanced at his son, "Hitoshi, you understand that Kaminari isn't someone you could easily read." Hitoshi settled his head against the table, "I know, dad. He's been ignoring me for three weeks now. I can't help but worry about him."

"Give him some time," Yamada joined the conversation. He set down the three cups of tea onto the table. "Thank you," Aizawa kissed Yamada's cheek. Hitoshi rolled his eyes at the sudden affection if parents were exhibiting. "Papa, I'm worried about him." Yamada chuckled, "Son, give him some time." Hitoshi sat up and planted his hands against the teacup. "Yeah, I guess you're right." Hitoshi wondered if Kaminari was planning to break up with him. He didn't want to lose his Pikachu.

"Hitoshi, maybe we should move off this topic. You've been muttering for the past few minutes." Aizawa took a deep breath, "Hitoshi, can you explain why you were at Toshinori's office three weeks ago?" Hitoshi didn't anticipate his father to ask him this question soon. "Dad, it was nothing." Aizawa scolded, "You're putting your life at risk with this job of yours." Aizawa didn't approve of the career path Hitoshi chose. Yamada lingered quiet, knowing that he couldn't interfere. Aizawa was protective of his family and never wanted them to get hurt.

"Dad, I told you thousands of times! I'm satisfied with my job. I'm old enough to make my own choices. Why can't you trust me?" Hitoshi didn't notice that he raised his voice at his dad. "Hitoshi, don't you dare raise your voice at me!" Yamada sighed, "Both of you need to calm down."

"Onii-chan, stop arguing," Hitoshi looked over to his sister. Eri was taking a bite from her apple, "Imouto, you're taking their side?" Eri rolled her eyes, playfully, "Of course not, I don't want to get in trouble." Eri threw her apple away, "I'm going to get going." She kissed her papa's and father's cheek before slapping Hitoshi behind the head. "That was unnecessary," Hitoshi rubbed the back of his head. Eri giggles, "Don't argue with dad then." She walked out of the house. Eri attended a public junior high school that was nearby.

Yamada shared a glance, "Aizawa, Hitoshi is right. We shouldn't tell him what he should do. We should support him. Hitoshi, you need to understand that we're your parents. You can't stop us from worrying about you." Hitoshi nods his head.

"I'm sorry, Dad."

*******

Bakugou growled, "What the hell do you want, Round Face?" Uraraka rolled her eyes at his absurd nicknames. "Toshinori wanted me to tell you to be ready for tomorrow." Bakugou looked at her, confused. "What the hell are you talking about?" Uraraka rolled her eyes, "You're the best shooter in this department, so we're going to need you on the mission." Bakugou was one of the best shooters in the department. "What mission?" Bakugou rarely came to the station since he was always busy with running the Anarchy.

"You need to pay attention more, Bakugou. Toshinori has the coordinates to find the League and the Anarchy. Kaminari managed to find the location. Toshinori is giving us until tomorrow to prepare ourselves." Bakugou needed a moment to process the information. If Toshinori requested him, he couldn't deny the order. "Ugh, I have to work with you, damn extras." Bakugou walked away from them as he maintained his composure.

"Bakugou!" Bakugou groaned, 'Why are these extras bothering me already?' Bakugou turned around to see Sero and Kaminari walking towards him. "What do you want, Soy Sause-Face?" Sero laughed at the nickname. Everyone at the station was used to Bakugou's ridiculous nicknames. "Are you ready for the mission?" Kaminari glanced around at his surroundings while thinking about Hitoshi. "I'm ready for anything. What about you, Dunce Face?" Bakugou was still angry with Deku for involving Kaminari in their plans. Kaminari realized that Bakugou was talking to him. "Oh, I'm not a field worker like you guys. I'm staying behind in the department."

Kaminari glanced down to the ground, "I gotta get going." Kaminari walked away from them. Bakugou watched him leave before returning his attention to Sero. "What's up with him?" Sero sighs, "He's having relationship problems." Bakugou tsked, "He shouldn't be here if he's going to sulk around." Sero rolled his eyes at his friend. Bakugou walked out of the police department, thinking about Kirishima. 'Deku better have a plan. There's no way I'm letting Kirishima gets hurt during the mission.' Bakugou was needed back at the station tomorrow. 

*******

Kirishima finished dying his hair blue. 'I'll admit that it feels weird to dye my hair this way.' Kirishima's spiky hair was down instead of up. He was ready for the mission for tomorrow. He glanced at the mask sitting on the counter, "Maybe it's time to try something different." He grabbed a mask that covered his mouth and nose. He adjusted the mask on his face to see the designs of sharp teeth showing.

He walked into the war room to see Midoriya studying the layout of the building. "What are you doing?" Midoriya jumped and threw a dagger at Kirishima's direction. The blue-haired boy dodged the blade before it could hit him. Midoriya sighed, "Don't sneak up on me." Midoriya turned back to the layout and let Kirishima look at the blueprint. "This is the layout of the building. There are approximately 14 rooms, so we need to hurry." Kirishima glanced at the layout and knew that time was limited.

"Do you have a plan or not?" Deku glanced back to see Kacchan walking into view. "Your dad has the coordinates of the building. He's preparing to attack tomorrow and demanded that I go with them. You're down a player, shitty Deku." Deku growled in frustration, "I didn't expect Kaminari to hand over the flash drive early." He tugged on his purple hair and ruffled it. "God fucking damnit," Izuku slammed his fist against the war table. "The police are enough trouble already." Midoriya needed to think of a plan to save Todoroki. He wasn't going to let the authorities or the league win. "Kacchan, do you think that you can delay the mission?"

"Yeah, I think I can." Bakugou wondered where this was going. "I need you to distract them. Kirishima will look for Todoroki, and I'll deal with the League. We're not going to let the Anarchy lose. We need to show them that we're dangerous. We'll attack tomorrow," Midoriya walked out of the war room to collect a few items.

"My first mission without you," Kirishima said. Bakugou strolled over to Kirishima and pulled the mask down. "Stay safe," Bakugou smiled slightly. Kirishima smiles and pecks a kiss on Bakugou's lips. "I need to get ready for tomorrow." Bakugou wished tomorrow wouldn't come soon.

The next morning, Bakugou noticed Midoriya wearing a faceguard that covered half his face. "What's with the changes, Deku?" Midoriya glanced at his childhood friend, "My old mask makes it difficult for me to see, so I need to change it." Midoriya grabbed three daggers and hid them in his black shoes. "You better save Half n Half." Bakugou walked out of the hideout.

******

Todoroki growled, "I'm not telling you anything!" Shigaraki's temper was getting out of hand when it came to Todoroki. He was persistent against Shigaraki's torture. Shouto was lucky that he was alive. He ignored the numb feeling coursing through his body. Shigaraki dragged the blade down Todoroki's leg. Todoroki bit down the scream when Shagaraki twisted the blood. He was lucky that he was sitting in the chair.

Todoroki noticed that Shagaraki was silent. 'What the hell is he planning?' Shagaraki smirked at Todoroki, "I'll be right back." Todoroki watched Shagaraki leave the room. Todoroki felt droplets of water dripping on his head. 'Don't tell me this is his plan.' Todoroki laughed to himself that Shagaraki would choose to do this.

Shagaraki watched the water stream down onto Todoroki's head. Todoroki couldn't move his head when the water dripped down onto his hair.

Todoroki shivered, "You bastard!" Todoroki couldn't give in to this and let Shagaraki win. He couldn't sleep. Shagaraki left him alone with the water running. Shouto tried to ignore the drops of water hitting his head. 'Give up! At this rate, you'll die!' He felt drowsy, and the last thing he heard was Dabi yelling out his name.

Dabi took the neck brace off before Shouto fell unconscious. 'Crap, he's freezing.' He picked up Todoroki and took him to the room. He undressed his brother from his wet clothing. "Damnit, Sho, you better not die on me." He cleaned the wounds and wrapped them in bandages. He covered him in blankets to keep him warm. "What the hell was I even thinking?" He was angry with himself. He let his jealousy and envy cloud up his mind to realize his mistakes. He glanced at the time to see that it was 3 p.m. Dabi heard the alarms ringing inside the hideout. "The hell?" Todoroki's breathing was shallow, and his skin was regaining color. He couldn't leave his brother alone.

*******

Midoriya strolled forward to the front of the building. Twice and Mustard looked at the boy. "Get the hell away from here," Mustard glared at the boy under his gas mask. Midoriya glared at them, "I guess there's no use of trying to talk this out then. Let me introduce myself," Midoriya pulled his gun out. "I'm the Shadow Killer, and you guys took someone from me!" Midoriya didn't give them time to react when he shot Twice in the head. Mustard watched Twice fall and turned to see Midoriya slicing his neck open with the blade. Mustard choked on his blood as Midoriya laughed.

Kirishima followed Midoriya inside the building. "Go ahead, Kirishima. I'll deal with them." Mr. Compressed and Magne surrounded the two. Midoriya pointed his gun at them. "Run now!" Kirishima memorized the layout of the building and started to look for Todoroki.

"You could fight me," Midoriya suggested. "Or you can join the Anarchy." Midoriya didn't notice the figure behind him. He turned immediately to see Muscular's fist. He crashed into the floor with the gun sliding towards Mr. Compressed. "We're loyal to Shagaraki. We're not going to disobey his orders to join you."

"Fine, your choice," Midoriya grabbed a dagger from his boot and threw it at Mr. Compressed. The villain shot Midoriya's hand, but it was too late. The blade slashed the villain's neck. Midoriya tore a piece of fabric from his shirt and secured it around his bloody fist. He kicked Magne right in the chest, knocking her into Muscular. Midoriya grabbed his gun and aimed it at them.

******

Kirishima heard two final gunshots, 'I hope Midoriya is okay.' He continued running before he kicked down the door. He saw an unconscious Todoroki on the bed. "Crap, Todoroki!" He rushed to Todoroki until someone grabbed him. They were pressing a white cloth against his mouth. "Stop, let me go!" Kirishima fought back and punched Dabi. "You're strong," Dabi said. The villain pinned Kirishima onto the ground, "Or maybe you're weak. I'm going to have-" Kirishima watched the villain fall on him. Todoroki was looking at Kirishima, "You needed help."  

Todoroki was wearing a different pair of clothing. "We have to get going," Kirishima helped Todoroki up. The two-headed out through the backdoor. "Where's Midoriya?" Todoroki looked at Kirishima. The blue-haired boy was carrying Todoroki since Todoroki could barely move in his condition. 

Kirishima let Todoroki down to send out the signal for Midoriya to hurry out. Midoriya heard the gunshot. He had to hurry out. He exited the building through the back and saw Todoroki in Kirishima's arms. "We have to hurry." Todoroki looked pale in Kirishima's arms as he was starting to lose consciousness. Kirishima had to drive them back.

Midoriya could hear Todoroki's shallow breathing, "Please, stay awake, Shouto. You can't die." Midoriya held onto Todoroki tightly. He couldn't lose the person he loved dearly.