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Sunday, 9th of February, 00:01 AM. Kiyashi Ward Shopping Centre.

Today (yesterday?) was a surprisingly good day for Mikumo. He had actually found the perfect present for Katsuki! Without anything going wrong! That stupid, energetic, horny bastard better have been ready!

He could already see that adorable, dumb smile on his face as he told Mikumo how sweet he was, before giving him a... a... a kiss on the cheek- oh gosh. Mikumo internally scolded himself for thinking such scandalous thoughts.

But anyways, to reward himself for such an amazing accomplishment and to take his mind off of his taboo thoughts, he decided to go to the mall's very own McDonald's, and get himself some food, since Katsuki had gotten him hooked on oreo mcflurries.

So, he walked into the relatively busy restaurant, and put in his order and paid. After a few minutes of waiting, his food was finally done, and he was about to take it to a nearby table to enjoy. Until he got distracted. By someone.

"What do you mean I can't get my happy meal?!"

"I'm sorry, sir, but this isn't enough money for-"

"C'mon! I'm starving! Just give me the food, or I swear to god I'll-"

"Here," Mikumo quickly came over and handed the employee his own money, enough to cover the cost of the meal. "Use this."

The employee then nodded swiftly, before putting the money in the register and giving the order to the kitchen.

Mikumo and the hooded stranger then stood out of the way, standing to the side, and giving Mikumo the chance to talk to the stranger... until he realised they weren't actually that much of a stranger.

"So, uh..."

Shigaraki awkwardly turned his head towards Mikumo, the three gaping holes in place of his mouth and eyes shifting.

"How's life treatin' ya?"

Mikumo stared at him in disbelief and utter confusion.

"Good enough that I can pay for my own fucking fast food, loser."

The corners of Shigaraki's 'mouth' (mouth hole?) turned down to resemble a frown. "That's harsh. And mean. I thought you were supposed to be a hero in training, huh?"

"You literally kidnapped me and tried to recruit me into your emo cult."

"It's not a cult! But, uhm... fair point."

"Order seventeen!"

Shigaraki shuffled over to the counter to collect his meal, carefully holding the box between two of his fingers.

"Wanna eat together?"

So there Mikumo was, eating across from one of the most wanted villains in Japan, watching in disgust as he slowly pushed a chicken nugget into his mouth hole, the nugget being engulfed in darkness.

"Man, this is some good food. Can't remember the last time I had McDonald's- You know what, I should take the league here one of these days! Yeah, they'd like it. Except maybe Compress. He's a vegetarian."

Did Mikumo need to call the police? The pro-heroes? Katsuki? A moisturiser manufacturing company?

"But I guys he could just eat some fries. Toga would have fun. Kurogiri would warp us, and pay for us. Dabi would complain, but I think he'd have fun. Spinner would just deal with it and eat, he's chill like that."

Could he call the league? Like— 'Hey, come get your cult leader!' Maybe Kurogiri would come pick him up. Also, why the hell was he being so normal?

"Uhm, aren't you gonna try to kidnap me again, or, you know, fight me?"

"Whaaat?" Shigaraki looked offended. "It's Sunday! I'm not doing villain stuff on my day off!"

Oh. Mikumo understood now, dropping the gift bag he was holding just next to his seat. He watched as the man in front of him happily ate a fry.

Shigaraki was an idiot.

Just.

Like.

The rest of them.

Did being quirkless mean you were just sane?

Shigaraki took a sip of his soda, eating his happy meal with his pinky raised as high as humanly possible. "So, where's the other one? Agh, what was his name again?"

Mikumo gave him a confused look, his mcflurry beginning to melt in its container.

"You know! The blondie! Your dirty, flirty, little squeeze thing!"

. . .

Did-

DID HE MEAN KATSUKI?

"I'm just going to pretend I didn't hear that last part. And, he's back at the- actually, why am I telling you this? How do I know you're not going to try and attack us again?" Mikumo questioned.

"Eh, fair enough." Shigaraki shrugged. "But you can't blame a guy for asking."

"I think I can if that guy and his cult members have kidnapped me and almost killed me on multiple occasions."

"Salty much?"

"Crusty much?"

Shigaraki 'stared' at Mikumo for a moment,

Before sniffing,

And bursting out into tears.

"IT'S A SKIN CONDITION!" Shigaraki wept loudly, sobbing, and gaining a lot of unwanted stares and attention from the innocents in the restaurant.

Shigaraki covered his face with his hands, pinkies still extended outwards as he cried into his palms for the whole shopping centre to hear, while Mikumo just looked at him in disbelief and utter irritation.

"Are- Are you being serious right now?"

"I-I-IT'S NOT MY FAULT WE CAN'T AFFORD LOTION! AHHWHAHSHAHWWHSHAHH!" He wailed between sniffs.

Mikumo sighed, deciding to push aside his pride just this once so he could leave already. "Fine, Shigaraki, you win. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said tha-"

"HA, SIKE, SUCKER!"

Before Mikumo could even blink, Shigaraki had thrown his soda in Mikumo's face, grabbed the gift, disintegrated the table, saved his happy meal toy, and ran out of the restaurant.

"I- Oh, goddamnit!" Mikumo then started to run after Shigaraki, chasing him around the mall and through random stores, not stopping for even a second.

He was so close to Shigaraki, and he couldn't let him get away, not with his present for Katsuki!

Shigaraki slid his hand against railings and walls, creating chasms and ravines wherever he pleased, and leaving chaos and destruction in his path.

Mikumo wished he could've used his gun earlier in those moments, but for some reason, there were a fuck ton of people in that mall, and it was midnight! And with so many people in the way, he couldn't have gotten a clean shot of Shigaraki without possibly hurting a civilian.

"What the actual hell-?! How are you not exhausted-?! And how are you so fast-?!" Shigaraki panted, starting to get tired, but not letting up as Mikumo gained on him, running around people in the wide, open area in the middle of the mall.

"I've spent practically my whole life doing endurance training to be a Hero!" Mikumo told him, chunky red sneakers scraping across the floor as he dodged people left and right. "I have to be able to do stuff like this! Or else I have no chance of becoming a Hero!"

"Ugh, you Heroes-In-Training and your stupid h- wait, you're quirkless, aren't you?!" He suddenly remembered.

Mikumo didn't respond, worrying that he probably shouldn't have answered him in the first place, and instead focusing his energy on trying to catch Shigaraki and the gift he was still holding. However, as people started to realise that the situation was getting serious, some of them began to move out of the way, giving Mikumo the perfect window of opportunity.

Without hesitation, Mikumo quickly loaded up his trusty gun, and aimed for Shigaraki's leg, eyes narrowing into concentration before-

BANG!

The bullet flew cleanly through the air, and in a matter of seconds lodged itself into Shigaraki's upper thigh, causing him to grunt out in pain. "Bastard-!"

Although his speed did go down significantly, there was still a pretty large gap between them. Additionally, the sound of the gunshot must have set off the rest of the people in the mall, causing them to start panicking, and get in the way of Mikumo once more.

"H-heh, yeah, I remember now, Dr Garaki told me some things about quirkless people!" Shigaraki hissed, knocking over free sample booths to throw Mikumo off of his trail. "He said that people born with quirks actually have their physical abilities enhanced by nine per cent compared to those without!"

Mikumo didn't like where this was going, trying to grasp Shigaraki's ankle but failing due to the amount of obstacles in the way.

"Which means, this'll hurt way more!"

Shigaraki grabbed the base of one of the nearby marble benches, dismantling it from the ground, and throwing it at Mikumo.

Caught off guard by the whole-ass fucking bench being flung his way, he didn't have time to react, and ended up being hit.

He was knocked back across the floor, his vision starting to get hazy and his eyelids threatening to close, while his body and mind screamed to get up.

He could only watch as Shigaraki walked back over to Mikumo, hovering over him condescendingly, and dangling the gift bag on one of his fingers, before smiling and crushing the gift in his hand.

Mikumo's body writhed in pain, the heavy bench lying on top of him as he was forced to watch the gift disintegrate into millions of little pieces, scattering onto the floor.

"Thanks for the food."

"...Fuck you..."

Shigaraki waved goodbye to Mikumo from above him, before walking away and leaving Mikumo there, underneath the orange marble bench.