Mall encounter.

The next day, at the League's bar, Dabi was getting stink eyed by Tomura Shigaraki.

"He's a capable fighter, I can assure you of that." Said Giran.

Tomura nodded in understanding and turned to the newcomer.

"So what about you, rude man? Are you going to join us?" He asked.

"The name's Dabi. And my answer depends on if you follow Stain's beliefs or not." Dabi answered.

"Stain this, stain that! Why don't you just go join Stain?" Tomura shouted.

"I was told you and Stain were part of the same organization. Was that a lie?" Dabi asked, turning to Giran.

"No. That was true. They are allies of sorts, but Stain likes to operate independently." Giran frantically explained as a blue fire sparked in Dabi's hands.

Dabi turned to Kurogiri, who nodded in agreement.

"I see. That explains it. But then why shouldn't I operate independently as well?" He asked.

"You know what? Do what you fucking want! I am going out for a walk." Tomura whined as he stood up, pulled out his jacket and stomped out the door.

"Kurogiri, I don't like to complain about my clients, but this one, ...he's too immature. Just too immature." Giran complained.

"You got that right." Dabi said, taking a seat, "One whiskey, on the rocks."

Kurogiri nodded, pouring out the drink.

"He will learn. At least I hope so." Kurogiri reassured.

On the other end of the city, in a shopping mall, class 1A gathered for a shopping trip.

As the teens paired up and went about exploring the mall, I waited, listening in on the conversation in the bar, mind controlling Kurogiri.

I looked at Deku and Uraraka, shuffling around nervously and sighed.

"Will you two get a room already? Your shuffling is getting annoying. Get moving now, or I'll stick you both up the tree for the rest of the day!" I threatened as they scampered off like puppies.

Humph...idiots.

Meanwhile, I waited some more, until I felt Shigaraki enter the mall, half buried in thought, mumbling to himself.

Alright, let's do this.

I walked over and pretended to bump into him.

"Oh sorry about! I wasn't watching where I was going." I apologized.

He looked up at me as hisbeyes widened in surprise.

"Say, aren't you that UA student? Shikimori Haru! I saw you on tv. You were amazing." He praised, putting his hand around my shoulder, his slimy fingers reaching for my neck.

"Can I get an auto-" he said, when I grabbed his hand and twisted it, as he yelped out in pain.

"Tomura Shigaraki. I think it's time we talked." I said.

"You knew?" He asked, shocked and afraid.

"From the moment you stepped foot in the mall, dumbass. What were you even doing walking out in the sun, when your face is plastered all over town, huh?" I said, dragging him to a nearby cafe.

"Have a seat!" The waiter said, as he handed us our menus.

"We'll take some time to decide, so how about getting us some water for now?" I said to the waiter.

"Sure, sir." He responded and took the hint.

Moments later, he placed two glasses and a jug of water by our table and left.

"So, what did you come here for, Shigaraki?" I asked.

"I,... fuck!" He said, "Fine. I might as well speak freely."

"Yeah. Go ahead." I encouraged.

He raised an eyebrow in suspicion.

"Look around you." He said.

"All these people, walking around, smiling, as if nothing could ever go wrong. Each of them possesses a quirk, that they could use anytime to hurt someone else. And yet!" He said, shaking with rage, "Yet here they are, smiling without a care in the world. How dare they?!"

He let out a low guttural moan.

"That's simple Shigaraki, it's this neat thing called the LAW.

Each of them and us, agreed to follow a certain set of guidelines to avail the benefits of the society such an agreement creates, and so-"

"I know what laws are you-"

"Then why ask such a stupid fucking question, idiot? Of course they're smiling. They know that everyone is going to play by the rules and so are they. So what do they have to fear? Not everyone is a paranoid psychopath like you, Shigaraki." I mocked.

"You!.....whatever. Fuck this. Fuck you. I'm leaving." He said, standing up.

"Don't wanna know why everyone idolizes Stain so much?" I said.

"How do you-" He snapped.

"How wouldn't I know? You were glaring holes into those kids buying the Stain merch by the gate weren't you? From there it's merely elementary, my dear boy!" I teased.

"Tell me!" He asked.

"First, sit your ass down. You're making a scene." I said.

He looked around to see the customers glancing at him in fear.

"Fine. Tell me." He said, sitting down.

"Stain, unlike you is a symbol of sorts. A symbol of change, of the unheard voices of the masses. And in a way, his words contain a kernel of truth that everyone can agree with - There are serious problems with hero society and they need to be addressed. Now, I personally believe in a more diplomatic approach, but his methods aren't exactly the worst way someone could have gone about it. In the cities he visited, the heroes have shaped up and crime has dropped nearly 8 percent on average.

On the other hand, you an dyour little cabal of jackasses are barely newsworthy. You are not a symbol of anything, Shigaraki. All Might is a symbol of peace, Stain is symbol of revolution. What symbol are you Shigaraki? The symbol of week old trash? Or that of whiny brats asking mommy for WcRonald's?" I asked.

He looked shocked and then fell into contemplation.

"A symbol, yes, that's it...." he muttered.

He's just like Deku on that, huh?

What with parallels between hero and villain.

I really hate this stupid anime logic!

Manipulating the world around my plans like a fucking rat!

Back in the shop, the manager came out to ask us to leave.

I nodded and grabbed Shigaraki, dragging him out of the cafe.

"Let go, bastard!" He struggled, jerking his hands.

"Alright. Here." I said, letting go as he stumbled with his own jerk and landed on a nearby bench.

"Then I think our conversation is over now, yes?" I said.

"No. Just one more thing." He said, "Why let me go? You could have just caught me? Gotten the reward on my head. Fame and fortune, glory abound! So why?"

"Because we have the same enemy." I said.

"Heroes?" He asked.

"No. Think bigger." I said.

"Hero society?" He asked.

"No. Think again. Why can heroes do what they do without being mired in lawsuits and scandals?" I hinted.

"The Hero Public Safety Commission!" He gasped.

"Yup. Until we deal with it, consider me a reluctant ally of sorts. But after, well, you should already know. Of course, if you cause too much chaos and destruction, I'll put you down like the mad dog you are!" I warned, before turning and leaving the mall.