VILLAINS open post

[dryeyes]

(fanart source here)

Doesn't it feel good being bad? The age of heroes is over, let's act like it. ... in a single open post where it can't contaminate the pure threads. Sorry, villains, I don't make the rules.

For all of your:
• Kidnapping, hatemance, revenge and dark threads.
• Well-thought-out, planned, serious Villain AU threads OR what-plot, trashy, sexy, Villain AU threads.
• "I'm the U.A. Traitor" threads in either and all directions.
• Villain-hero roleswaps with varying degrees of effort put into it.
• "well yeah shigaraki is a villain and i hate him but he has a very entertaining speedrunning stream that i watch at 3am when i can't sleep" AUs
• or anything else we goddamn want

Comments

[dryeyes]

Definitely not a coded message.

[Okay, perhaps that response is a little cheeky. He deigns back to a more obedient tone, hoping it can be overlooked as he explains the real reasoning behind it.]

It just seems more unnatural for me to not say anything to him. If he accepts your invitation, we'll be working together anyhow. [Bakugou would never accept the invitation. All this would be was continuing to buy time. He just wanted to say something. Logically, though, Bakugou would gain as much information from his silence as his words.]

... it doesn't really matter to me either way.

[retrievearms]

[The cheeky response earns Aizawa a tired look. Really? You're going to go that route? Shigaraki almost decides to turn around and refuse to give him an answer when Aizawa continued to speak.]

I don't think it's unnatural for you not to speak. You have nothing to say to him if he doesn't accept. You've left the hero world, remember? [Aizawa's silence meant acceptance of the League and maybe a bit of humiliation on the teacher's part that a hero was so easily swayed.] And if he does accept? Well... of course you'd be allowed to speak to each other. We're all equals here in the League.

[Because in theory- they both would have already pledged loyalty to Shigaraki and the League. What purpose would they have to plot sabotage? Shigaraki isn't a fool of course and would never let the two work together until he could fully trust that they weren't just planning to take the League out from the inside.]

You haven't really convinced me and if it doesn't matter to you, I guess you can remain quiet.

[dryeyes]

[So, he couldn't say anything unless Bakugou agreed to cooperate. Between those two options, it was certainly better to say nothing and let his student avoid his same fate. He could keep his mouth shut. He just has to hope that Bakugou knows what even a fake pledge of allegiance could do to his reputation.]

[Then again, even Endeavor made it to the #2 spot. Still, this stain against him wouldn't be his fault. Aizawa was taking the risk understanding damn well that he may die or be stripped of his ability to do hero work entirely.]

Alright. [he doesn't argue the verdict, he just turns back to readying the sleeping bag. If there was nothing else for him to do, he'd zip himself up and stare at the wall. Like hell he felt safe sleeping here.]

[retrievearms]

[Luckily for Aizawa, Shigaraki had no intentions of sleeping. His persistent insomnia was rooted in the fact that he was constantly scheming new plans and monitoring the nomu factories. Not to mention it had developed like this because of bad habits. Namely video gaming until fuck-o-clock in the morning and an untreated case of anxiety and a host of other problems.

So while Aizawa stared at the wall, Shigaraki typed away diligently without a sign of slowing down. Pulling up news records, muttering to himself as he scratched away at his neck. It's only when he's satisfied with the work he's gotten done does he shut off the computer and look over at the sleeping bag bundle of Aizawa with a tired glare before pushing himself up from the desk and stumbling over to the mattress.

He lays awake for a bit, watching Aizawa a couple of times before letting himself succumb to sleep.

But not for long. Almost right on the dot, Shigaraki awakens three hours later at five in the morning, grumbling incomprehensibly as he sits up in a daze.]