Felix groaned inwardly, and exhausted a sizable amount of effort to stop himself from groaning outwardly as well. If he had a matchstick for every invitation he received to join them, he’d have enough to surround himself with a ring of fire to keep them out.

But for now, he had to settle for scowling at the mob boss.

“Absolutely not. Pagonis belongs to the League Of Villains, and I intend for it to stay that way.” Shigaraki folded his arms. “Besides, he still has business with my master. He’s not just a disposable asset for you to shift around like that.”

“That wasn’t part of the deal, Overhaul.” Felix stood up as well. “I’m nobody’s pawn. We agreed that this is a joint partnership, didn’t we?”

“Deals are altered all the time. Get used to it, kid.” The gangster leaned forward, staring at them intensely. “Last chance, League Of Villains. Yes or no?”

Felix looked at Shigaraki.

“No.”

“Really? What a pity…”

Shigaraki jabbed a finger at the man. “I can’t believe you wasted my time like that. I won’t forget this, Chisaki. Pagonis, let’s go-”

Pain seized Felix without warning. He fell to one knee, clutching his chest. The fire running through his vein was burning with such an intensity that he should have been turned to ash by now. The boy gasped, craning his neck at Shigaraki.

The man was not as lucky. A clouded layer of white covered his eyes as his body writhed on the floor. Whatever was happening to them was somehow affecting him more. Felix’s eyes flitted to the teapot.

“Y-you poisoned us?” The words gurgled out of his mouth, accompanied by foam.

Overhaul released the button on a small device and tucked it back in his jacket. He released a short, sinister laugh.

“Don’t put it like that.” The man opened the door to let a few more menacing looking thugs in. “I cured you.”

“You bastard. I can’t feel my quirk…” Shigaraki curled up on the floor.

“There were only two outcomes in this negotiation. You already know too much. Either you join us, or you die.” Overhaul gave them one last look of disgust. “You could’ve been our new face of terror, boy. Too bad you chose to be the perfect demonstration of our drug’s efficacy instead.”

The thugs injected themselves with an unknown substance as Kurono exited the room. Overhaul followed close behind.

“Kill them. And be sure to clean up the mess properly this time.”

Screams filled the rooms just as the door closed. Some of the men swelled in size, while others had their physical abnormalities enhanced. It did not take a genius to figure out that they had just taken some sort of ability enhancers.

Felix stood groggily to his feet, his power flaring intermittently. Although his power was not erased, it was spiralling dangerously out of control. And with an ally incapacitated, this was a terrible situation to be in.

“You’re screwed, kid!” Mimic yelled as he walked into the wall, seeming to merge with it.

The man with crystals along his body roared, charging towards him. Felix raised a hand, shattering the crystals before he could even get close. His vision blurred without warning.

“Argh!” The psychic yelled, letting his power loose for a brief moment.

Blood showered all around him. He panted, reeling back his turbulent energy.

“Hojo… No!” A man in a Yukata fell to his knees as the remains of his crystal ally rained where he once stood.

“My arm! You shredded my fucking arm!” Another slim, blonde gangster stumbled backwards. He stretched out his other hand, summoning the gun on the floor to him. He fired it relentlessly.

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Telekinesis too? No, don’t seem like it… Looks like he can only summon things.

The frozen dart bullets disintegrated with a squeeze of Felix’s hand. He released a primal growl, casting his gaze at the remaining four men.

They moved all at once.

Felix raised a force field, only for it to be immediately shattered by a man biting through it. He wrung his hands violently, separating the biter’s jaw from the rest of his head. Pink energy surrounded Blonde gangster, before folding his body into a ball of crumpled, bloody flesh.

“What the hell is going on?” a huge man called out to the Yukata gangster. “I thought the boss poisoned his drink with the quirk deleter. Why can he still use his quirk?”

“That’s because I don’t have a quirk, idiot.”

The psychic telekinetically dragged Huge man towards himself, but stopped abruptly as his power flared out of control again. He clutched his head in agony.

A fist hurtled his way, and he staggered. Felix looked up again, only to see a blur of flesh pummeling against him. It barely hurt thanks to his psychic aura, but the sheer speed of the attacks was alarmingly effective at overwhelming his senses.

“Is that all you’ve got, kiddo?” Huge man taunted him. “You fell All Might, didn’t you? C’mon, show me just how strong you are!”

“Forgetting about someone?”

The punches stopped as he released a yelp of pain. The man stumbled backwards, ripping out a knife from the back of his waist. Sadistic pleasure coated Shigaraki’s eyes as he ducked underneath a wild swing.

“Rappa!”

A yellow forcefield formed around the big man, but it was no use. Felix clawed outwards and telekinetically ripped the man inside out anyway. The villains turned their attention to the remaining horrified gangster.

“Mimic, you coward! Help me!” he yelled.

Spikes jutted from all directions. Felix focused his mind, protecting both Shigaraki and himself in their individual psychic spheres. The room looked like it was warping around them as well, although he wasn’t sure if it was simply because they were bouncing around like they were in bubble balls.

“Shigaraki, brace yourself!” the boy yelled. “I’m tearing down this whole room!”

Sure enough, the room immediately behaved itself. It was only for a brief moment, but it was plenty enough for him to deal with the force field user.

Screams accompanied by the sound of bones crunching filled the air as Felix closed his fist, forcibly shrinking Yukata man’s force field and crushing him with his own power. A glimmer caught his eye.

“Hey Shigaraki, do you think this will work?” The boy pulled a spare syringe from the floor.

“Only one way to find out-”

A hole opened from under Felix without warning, dropping him into darkness.

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So itchy…

Shigaraki pushed back against the walls caving in on him. The itch around his neck was getting worse, and this demon of a room wasn’t helping. His eye flitted to the syringe on the floor. It had dropped to the far end of the room; a perfect place to be crushed to death if he spent more than the few seconds he had to spare.

His legs moved before he even realised what he was doing. This was no gamble. This was Russian Roulette with five bullets in the chamber. But if he didn’t try, he would be a dead man either way. The man slid across the mushy floor and snatched the syringe.

“That’s who we are, small fry!” the room screamed victoriously. “You’re just a pawn on our chessboard!”

Darkness crushed Shigaraki as he felt the prick of the needle entering his skin. His neck flared with discomfort.

“Wrong. I’m the King.”

Fluorescent light flooded back into his vision as dust rained all around him. The villain held on, slowly spreading the decay to the rest of the room. Of course, it could be much quicker, but there was something so satisfying about watching his destruction spread slowly but surely.

A small figure leapt out of the wall and made a mad dash for the door. Shigaraki grinned, his fingers closing around the weapon behind him. He flicked it at the escaping criminal.

The pained scream that followed was music to his ears.

He placed his foot on the hilt of the knife, watching the masked man squirm as he slowly pushed the blade deeper into his back.

“You’re still a psycho, Toga. But I see why now,” Shigaraki muttered to himself, a crazed grin spreading across his face. “This does feel good.”

Blood squelched as he pulled out his comrade’s weapon. He pulled off Mimic’s mask, giving him some time to ponder his idiocy before kneeling down.

“Now we’re even,” he whispered in the gangster’s ear.

Flesh crumbled beneath his fingertips. Shigaraki stood back up and fished out his phone from his pocket. He leaned against the wall while waiting for Dabi to pick up his call. A small smile hid itself behind his mask.

His neck no longer itched.