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Shigaraki Tomura was pissed. No, he was livid. Now, to anyone who knew him, this was not an uncommon occurrence, but this time- this time was different. Instead of general fury at the world, Tomura was experiencing a rare bout of anger towards himself. What was it that tipped the villain over into such a state of inconsolable rage? Losing his limited edition original hard copy version of his favorite dojinshi comic.
Tomura knew he shouldn’t have brought it on his mission to scope out UA security. He knew his back pocket wasn’t deep enough to keep the treasured volume secure while he hiked the perimeter. Tomura knew better but he was stupid and now it was gone and he only had himself to blame. He hissed in pain as his chipped fingernail scratched too hard at the skin of his neck.
Unlike his video game controllers, The Humbling Romance of All Right and Nope Face couldn’t be easily replaced. The author had been banned from the more mainstream, if still illegal conventions, and word on the street was that they’d sworn off all in-person sales after a quirkist confrontation at a smaller event. The series was now strictly a web comic- found on only the most niche of porn sites.
It was a tragedy that such a work of art was relegated to the corners of the dark web. Humbling Romance deserved to be seen by the world! Everyone should see how the so-called Symbol of Peace was a sham developed to lull them into a false sense of security, of complacency. They should see the lie in All Might’s blinding smile- a man deluding himself that he can save anyone, much less himself.
Eraserhead on the other hand- oh Eraserhead. Tomura shivered at the thought. Eraserhead was so cool. Tomura was barely ashamed to admit that if Eraserhead stomped on him, he’d thank him. Reading about him debasing the number one hero filled Tomura with vindictive glee, but he couldn’t help but envy All Might’s place in those comics. God, he just wanted the hero to stare into his eyes, quirk activated as he held Tomura’s hands pinned above his head. That would make for a much better comic than the one he lost.
Tomura paused in his pacing as a thought occurred to him. A slow grin spread across his face, chapped skin pulling taught as the corner of his mouth began to bleed. Tomura dove for his laptop. “Kurogiri!” He yelled, “I’m gonna need some money!”
Midoriya Izuku gaped at the computer in shock. That… was a lot of zeros.
“Mom?” He squeaked, cleared his throat. “Mom!” He said again, louder this time. “Mom, I got a commission!”
“Really?” She poked her head in his room. “Congratulations! Just make sure they don’t rip you off, I know how long you spend on those drawings.”
Izuku wordlessly turned his computer in her direction revealing the emailed request along with the offered payment.
Inko took a moment to read it, her shell-shocked son watching for her reaction. She looked back at Izuku when she was done, feeling a twitch begin at the corner of her mouth. “Well… no wonder you never let me read any of your work. I had no idea my son was a budding hentai artist.”
Izuku blanched and turned bright red. “Mom!” He nearly flipped the computer in his haste to turn the monitor back around. He’d forgotten that along with a price the email also contained… vivid description of what the client wanted.
She shook her head and mock tutted. “I should have known as soon as you said those dirty magazines were just for ‘anatomy practice.”
“Mom!” Izuku groaned and proceeded to smother himself with a pillow.
To his dismay, his mother only giggled at his display of mortification. “Chin up honey. You’re making a name for yourself and I’m so proud of you! Plus, it looks like we’ll be able to afford that drawing tablet you’ve been wanting!”
Izuku grumbled into his pillow.
She laughed. “Fine, fine. I’ll leave you alone to recover. But you better be over it by dinner, I’m making katsudon to celebrate!”