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Dressed in a black catsuit, Yuuto Shigaraki patrolled the dark street.
As a member of the witness protection program, he ought to be laying low. His government handler had insisted he lay off the vigilante business. Yuuto had even intended to keep his promise at the time.
But then he’d heard rumors of young men with white hair and green eyes vanishing around the city. Just remembering the reports sent a chill down Yuuto’s spine. His gut screamed at him that this connected back to his older brother, All for One.
Hisashi Shigaraki believed his younger brother to be dead. After Yuuto had blocked a blow to save the life of that handsome government-sponsored hero, he nearly had died. He’d given the other man his stockpiling ability accidentally while bleeding all over him.
Yuuto touched his chest. He still had the scar where his own brother had stabbed him all the way through his body. It had the last straw to finally make him give up on ever convincing his big brother to stop his villainy. He’d been in a coma for a month, during which time the government had reported him dead, prepared a fake identity for him, and politely but pointedly suggested that since he wasn’t any use as a hero without his metapower, he ought to go live a quiet life.
But what if Hisashi hadn’t fallen for their deception? If there was the slightest doubt in his mind that his younger brother had died, then he’d be looking. Yuuto knew it in his bones.
If innocent people were being kidnapped because of him, Yuuto couldn’t stand by and do nothing. The government had responded to his inquiry with a vague and unsatisfying claim to be looking into it. So he’d made a new vigilante costume and started his patrols.
A scream pierced the night.
Yuuto ran toward the sound. Rounding a corner, he slammed into two men wearing dark suits. One of them carried a youth with white hair flung over his shoulder.
Pivoting, Yuuto kicked one of them in the knees at the same time he tasered the other one. As the first man fell, Yuuto punched him in the gut. He caught their prisoner before the man hit the ground.
Unfortunately, the third man sneaking up on Yuuto struck the back of his neck, knocking him unconscious.
Yuuto woke up in a room large enough to be a gymnasium, except it had white walls and a sterile hospital smell. He tried to sit up, only to realize both his wrists had been cuffed to the bed. A dozen other strangers lay in beds around him, most of them unconscious. Doctors moved around the beds, taking pulses and temperatures. All of the patients were thin and frail-looking young men with white hair and green eyes.
Hisashi entered the room. He wore his trademark black All for One suit and a cold expression. His eyes were red and bloodshot, as if he hadn’t slept in days.
Yuuto’s heart sank. His suspicions, predictably, had been confirmed. Big brother had realized his death had been faked and had come looking for him. Yuuto had been well aware of his brother’s insane persistence ever since the infamous vault incident. Kidnapping everyone in the city who looked like him was exactly the kind of craziness he’d come to expect.
It was all over. Hisashi would take one look at Yuuto and know the truth. Even though it would do no good, Yuuto sank back in the bed and turned his face sideways.
Hisashi asked a doctor, “Are the candidates in good health?”
“All of them were sedated using harmless chemicals, as you ordered,” the doctor replied. “Except one of them, who attacked our men during a grab. He was such a perfect match that we took him along anyway.”
Yuuto lay still and played dead.
“Vigilantism?” Hisashi snorted. “Hardly a desirable trait, but I can’t say it’s unlike Yuuto either, so I’ll leave the point count unchanged.”
“Very good, sir,” the doctor said.
Huh? Yuuto thought.
Hisashi moved down the row of prisoners, sometimes lifting up their hair to peer at their faces. “Five out of ten. Six out of ten. Hmm…eight out of ten? Maybe a seven point five.”
What the hell was going on?
Hisashi stopped before a bearded prisoner. “Ugh. He looks like an old man. I’m almost tempted to eliminate him, but beards can be shaved off. Two points.”
When Hisashi reached Yuuto, he closed his eyes and faked sleep. There was a good chance that his big brother would hug him immediately upon spotting him. Then, Yuuto would launch a surprise bite attack!
Hisashi opened one of Yuuto’s eyelids with his fingers. “Green eyes with white pupils, very nice. But he’s more muscular than my brother, and definitely too healthy. Ugh, what an ugly moustache. It looks like someone stapled a fuzzy caterpillar to his face.”
Yuuto barely stopped himself from protesting. He hadn’t been growing a moustache for very long! Of course it currently looked scraggly. Once he was done, he just knew he would finally look as manly as he’d always desired.
Without noticing the movement, Hisashi continued, “I’d give him a nine.”
Writing on a notepad, the doctor said, “Looks score for candidate number twelve: nine out of ten.”
Yuuto clamped his jaw shut so hard it hurt, suppressing his scream. What was going on? His own older brother seriously couldn’t recognize him after a little hero training, sunlight, and facial hair? Although Yuuto’s government handler had recommended the moustache as a disguise, he hadn’t believed it would work this well because he hadn’t taken his older brother for a complete moron. And why was Hisashi scoring everyone’s looks?
Yet another youth with white hair and green eyes stepped into the room. “Is it my turn to be graded?”
Forgetting to fake sleep, Yuuto openly stared. This new man didn’t seem to be a prisoner since he hadn’t been restrained. And he looked exactly like Yuuto. Every last facial feature from the round nose to small ears were identical. Judging from the way he came up to Hisashi’s chin, they were even the same height.
Hisashi pushed aside the white hair falling over one green eye. “Hmmm, that’s a very strong disguise ability you have. Looks score for candidate number one: ten out of ten.”
Did a total stranger just get a higher score for looking like Yuuto then Yuuto himself? Yuuto wanted to both laugh and cry. Seriously, what was going on?
Around him, the young men on the beds stirred. The one closest to Yuuto whispered, “Is this a cult?”
Yuuto whispered back, “It’s a criminal organization. What’s your name?”
“Shimura. Have we been kidnapped?”
“I’m afraid so. I swear I’ll protect you.”
“You will? Who are you?” The man blinked green eyes with black pupils.
“I’m a hero,” Yuuto said.
“You have a powerful metahuman ability?” Shimura asked hopefully. “I’ve got a very weak one, myself.”
“Ehhh…are abilities necessary to be a hero?” Yuuto asked.
“Yes,” Shimura said flatly. They stared at each other as the hope drained from Shimura’s eyes.
More of the patients around them were waking up, some shouting and some crying.
“Silence!” Hisashi clapped his hands together.
So commanding was his presence that the whole room went silent.
“You’re no doubt wondering why you’re here.” Hisashi’s eyes swept the room like a farmer overlooking cattle. “I recently lost my younger brother in an absolutely tragic murder where a violent terrorist used his body as a human shield.”
That’s not what happened at all! Yuuto wanted to scream. I was begging you to stop and you still stabbed him. If you hadn’t been trying to kill my friends then I never would have jumped in front of you.
Hisashi didn’t look well. He’d lost serious weight since the last time Yuuto had seen him and he looked—and smelled—like he’d been sleeping in that suit for weeks. Under other circumstances, Yuuto might feel sorry for how his supposed death had clearly affected his older brother, but since he’d been kidnapped and chained to a bed, Yuuto wasn’t feeling exceptionally charitable.
“Because I love him so much, the loss of my precious little brother has ripped my heart to pieces,” Hisashi said. “Thus, I will be selecting a replacement Yuuto from one of you.”
Oh my god. My fake death completely sent him around the bend. Who tries to replace their relatives with a look-alike and calls it love? You’re a nutjob, big brother.
Hisashi continued, “We will conduct a series of personality tests. Each Yuuto-like action will earn you points. Whereas not acting like Yuuto will lose you a point. You will start out with a base number of points from my rating of your appearance. If you reach zero points, you lose the game. I have not yet decided on the winning score—the cutoff will depend on how many of you I decide to keep.”
“You want more than one replacement?” The words slipped out of Yuuto’s mouth before he remembered that he was supposed to be keeping a low profile.
Hisashi’s eyes swept over him without seeing him. “None of you can ever replace the real Yuuto. So I got a dozen of you—that will surely do the trick! As long as I have multiple substitutes at all times, I’ll never have to lose my little brother again.” This sounded like the reasoning of a man who clearly hadn’t slept in weeks and whose eyes weren’t pointing in the same direction.
Yuuto clamped his lips shut to suppress a hysterical giggle. Why are you like this, big brother?
Next to Yuuto, Shimura said, “But I don’t want to be here. I want to go home to my wife and—”
“I don’t care,” Hisashi said. “The real Yuuto didn’t want to be my brother either by the end, so you’ve earned one Yuuto point. I designate you as Whiny Yuuto.”
Next to him, the doctor wrote down, “One Yuuto point added to the score of Whiny Yuuto.”
“What will happen to us if we fail?” another prisoner whispered.
“I’m not going to tell you that.” Hisashi’s lips pulled back in a sinister smile. “Consider it an incentive to participate in the games.”
Right here and now, Yuuto could end the competition by demanding a DNA test and rattling off his older brother’s embarrassing childhood stories, but he saw no advantage to revealing himself. That would just send him straight to the vault. If he believed All for One would let the others go, he might have a moral obligation to do so—but that was a big “if.” Yuuto wouldn’t put it past his big brother to chop up the rejected candidates for spare organs. It would be better to escape and bring back help. Yuuto’s hand clenched into a fist.
From the air quality, he assumed he was somewhere underground. He’d have a better chance of escape if they dragged him out of this room and took him somewhere else to kill him. Thus, he was determined to be the first to fail out of this game so he could spare anyone else that danger.
Hisashi shifted through a folder full of papers. “Before we move on to the first test, one of you has a metahuman ability. That won’t do at all—I have a bad history with my brother and metapowers.” His gaze fell on Shimura, who cowered away. “I’ll have to get rid of that.”
“Wait!” Shimura flinched, straining against his wrist cuffs. “It’s just a silly little ability.” His hair leapt up, then curled, then lay flat again. “See? It only lets me move my hair. It’s harmless.”
Hisashi fastened a hand on Shimura’s forehead.
“But it’s an important thing to me!” A tear trickled down Shimura’s cheek. “Please don’t take it away!”
“Let him go,” Yuuto growled. His voice cut through the murmuring in the room.
Hisashi didn’t even glance his way.
Yuuto stood up, wrenching the entire bed upright. He no longer had One for All, and his head still throbbed, but he dragged the entire bed behind him and crashed into Hisashi’s side.
They both fell over. Yuuto’s ears rang as he hit the ground sideways. That was going to bruise.
Hisashi recovered first. Lashing out with a black thread from his fingers, he severed the bed attached to Yuuto. Then he raised Yuuto in the air with a telekinetic ability. “I see we need an early lesson in discipline. I’m All for One, the master of the strongest metapower in existence. Nothing can stop me. Defy me, and die.”
“If you have so many abilities, why do you need to steal that poor fellow’s?” Yuuto snapped. A cough built up in the back of his throat, but he swallowed it down, afraid of what it might reveal. “Are you suffering from premature baldness? Is that why you need a hair ability?”
A doctor gasped.
Hisashi stared at him with red-rimmed eyes. His lips peeled back. A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead. Yuuto glared back, coolly defiant.
Then Hisashi laughed.
It was an odd sound, somewhere between joy and hysteria. The terrified silence of the room was broken by villainous peals of laughter. Hisashi dropped Yuuto to the ground. “That’s exactly what my brother would have done! That deadpan stare is so nostalgic. One Yuuto point to you. I’m subtracting one point from the rest of you snivellers.” Hisashi patted Yuuto on the shoulder. “I’m going to call you Foolish Yuuto.”
“Hey,” Yuuto said. His older brother didn’t even know his true identity so how had he ended up saddled with that label yet again? It must be a curse!
Turning away, Hisashi called to his minions, “Get them all dressed up for the first test.”
The doctors went around the room uncuffing everyone and handing them grey suits with matching ties. The burly men escorting the doctors ensured that no one put up a fight. Not that Yuuto saw much resistance in this lot. Yuuto suspected he had more muscles on his body than the rest of the fake Yuutos combined. Even if he could persuade them to revolt, he doubted they’d be too effective about it.
He’d take care of this situation himself, like a hero.
Leaning against the wall, Hisashi closed his eyes. He looked so drained and exhausted that Yuuto almost felt sorry for him. (Then he remembered the vault incident and the sympathy faded away.) Hisashi’s knees sagged, and he muttered to himself.
A doctor passed Hisashi an energy drink. He drank it in one long chug.
“Is that healthy?” Yuuto wondered out loud.
“Absolutely not,” said another doctor as he placed the suit in Yuuto’s hands. “He hasn’t slept since his younger brother died. He tried, but…nightmares.”
Yuuto gaped. Hisashi hadn’t slept for over a month? Then he should be dead. That had to be an exaggeration or a joke.
The doctor continued, “He’s been using a metapower to stay awake, but after he strained its effects to the breaking point, he started taking stimulants instead. He barely eats. He last had a sandwich several days ago. Then he downed several liters of coffee and came up with the idea for the Yuuto games.”
It wasn’t a joke. Yuuto supposed this explained why his brother hadn’t recognized him. After so long without rest, Hisashi was probably close to hallucinating. “These games don’t seem like the product of a sane mind.”
Smiling with false brightness, the doctor said, “We’re all hoping that once he gets a replacement brother, All for One will go back to his usual self and recommence global conquest.”
“But, what about all of us who got kidnapped and don’t want to be here?” Yuuto asked.
The doctor shrugged. “I’m a villain, I don’t care.” He added a tie, undershirt, socks and shoes to Yuuto’s pile of clothing.
Staring at the wool suit he’d been given, Yuuto frowned. He had much bigger hesitations than his usual hatred of formal clothing and his brother dressing him up. If he took off his black vigilante costume, it would reveal the scar on his chest. The scar All for One had given him during his near-death. Although thus far his big brother had been astonishingly clueless, Yuuto couldn’t count on him failing to notice. But if he refused to change clothing, he had no doubt his catsuit would be ripped off.
Shimura cleared his throat. “Excuse me? Thank you for saving me.”
“Oh!” Yuuto turned around. “It was the least I could do. I promised to protect you, but I’ve been limited in my ability to do so.”
“It meant the world to me.” Shimura smiled. He’d already changed into a grey suit. “Do you need help getting dressed? I’m a businessman, I wear these all the time.”
“Thank you! The truth is, I’m very modest. Could you stand in front of me and hold up a bedsheet while I get changed?”
“Of course, that’s the least I can do for my savior.”
Yuuto changed as quickly as possible. With his back turned, Shimura asked, “What do you think they’ll do with the losing candidates?”
“I’m sorry. I don’t know.”
“Of course, it was silly of me to ask.” Shimura sighed. “It’s just, my wife recently had our first child. I can’t imagine leaving her all alone…never seeing my son’s smiling little face…”
Yuuto’s heart clenched. His big brother was hurting real people with this stupid game. He solidified his resolve to be the first person to drop out, so that he could confirm what would happen to everyone else and fight to save them.
After fastening his last button, Yuuto clasped Shimura on the shoulder. “I’ll save you. I promise.”
Shimura turned around. “Do you need help fastening the tie?”
“Nah.” Yuuto slung the grey tie around his neck without even bothering to tie the ends together.
“But…what if you lose points?”
Yuuto winked. “That’s the goal.”
Before Shimura could reply, Hisashi clapped his hands loudly. “Line up!” he barked.
The Yuuto candidates got in line before their beds. Yuuto planned to ignore the order to lose points, but Shimura dragged him into line alongside him.
Hisashi approached them first. His gaze fell on Shimura. “What a perfectly tied tie. Minus one Yuuto point. I can’t have a brother who’s better at fastening ties than me.” He moved on to Yuuto. “What an absolute mess of a tie! One Yuuto point to you, Foolish Yuuto.”
“One point to the foolish candidate,” a doctor recorded.
Yuuto’s heart sank. In retrospect, he should have seen that coming. Instead of solely focusing on being rebellious, he should also try to act less like himself. He and his brother had always shared a genetic inability to wear ties.
Hisashi moved down the line, either docking points for well-done ties or leaving them the same for messy ones. He did not give out any more points because, “No one failed to tie it as magnificently as Foolish Yuuto.”
The candidate who didn’t seem to be a prisoner but rather one of All for One’s followers stepped up last. The disguised man approached Hisashi with an adorably helpless expression on his face. “Big brother, I can’t figure out how to tie it. Can you help me?”
Yuuto wanted to gag at such a sycophant tone coming from a voice just like his own.
“Anything for you, little brother.” Smiling, Hisashi tied the cloth. As usual, it came out looking more like a noose.
“It’s perfect,” the fake simpered. “Thank you, big brother.”
“I’m going to call you Obedient Yuuto. One Yuuto point for you,” Hisashi said, patting the fake’s head.
“I’m so grateful.” Obedient Yuuto blushed with happiness.
This time, Yuuto did gag. Who was this lunatic and why did he actually seem to want the little brother job?
Hisashi spoke more loudly. “All of you are to address me as big brother. Thank me for the clothing.” The room remained silent. His eyes narrowed. “Right now.”
A weak chorus came from around the room. “Thank you for the new clothing, big brother.”
It made Hisashi sigh and nearly smile.
Yuuto didn’t say anything.
Hisashi pointed. “You, too, Foolish Yuuto.”
Yuuto crossed his arms and stared.
“Humph. Minus one Yuuto point.” But there was a note of uncertainty in Hisashi’s voice.
At least Yuuto had lost back that point he’d accidentally gained. He’d already started too high thanks to looking like himself. He still needed to lose ten points.
“Next up, I have presents for you. What do you say?” Hisashi asked.
“Thank you, big brother,” came from around the room. Hisashi beamed as a burly man wheeled in a cart of books.
Yuuto thought, What a freak, enjoying this adulation. They don’t mean it—they’re clearly terrified of you, big brother.
Hisashi said, “Each of you may pick one book from the cart to keep.”
Everyone seemed hesitant, so Yuuto approached the cart first. The books were a mixture of comic books, novels, and non-fiction. Easy to fail this test—he just needed to pick something as little like himself as possible.
Wait, was that a rare Superman Action Comics #1? Only a handful of the very first Superman comics still existed! Yuuto’s fingers itched. But he forced himself to pick an algebra textbook instead. Ha! This would surely lose him points!
After seeing the cart didn’t blow up when Yuuto touched it, the others tentatively came forward and made selections.
Hisashi said, “By the way, any books you don’t pick will be burned.”
Yuuto squawked. His body moved on its own. He ran forward and grabbed the Superman comic.
Hisashi smirked. “One Yuuto point to Foolish Yuuto.” Moving down the row, Hisashi gave grades. “Plus half a point to Bearded Yuuto. You picked a manga, but a shoujo one. Subtract one point from Tall Yuuto and Long-Haired Yuuto. Hmm, Candidate Number Five, I’m going to call you Dictionary Yuuto, and minus one point from you as well, because what kind of bore reads the dictionary?”
Obedient Yuuto stepped forward and held out a comic book. “Thank you so much, my wonderful big brother. I’ll treasure this forever.”
“The Hero and the Demon King? That was my brother’s favorite. Plus one point to you.”
Yuuto felt a chill down his spine. Was it a coincidence, or had this creepy lookalike memorized all his favorite books? He had a worrying suspicion it was the latter.
“Will you pat my head, big brother?” Obedient Yuuto clasped his hands to his cheeks and made pleading eyes.
“Of course.” Hisashi mussed his hair. “One more Yuuto point to you. You’re in the lead!”
“I’m so happy.” Obedient Yuuto giggled.
Hisashi fixed the crowd with a demanding glare. “Now say, ‘I love you, big brother!’ I want all of you to use a tone of voice as if you’re addressing the perfect, benevolent older sibling who you depend upon for protection and adore with all your heart.”
Absolutely not, Yuuto thought.
A chorus of unenthusiastic, reluctant mumbles ran through the room.
“I love you, big brother,” Obedient Yuuto said, bouncing up and down and looking so slavishly adoring that Yuuto was embarrassed to share a face with him.
“Another point for you.” Hisashi patted his head. “You still haven’t said anything.” He raised a challenging eyebrow at Yuuto.
Slowly and deliberately, Yuuto said, “Fuck you.”
Hisashi laughed. “That’s just so like him, I’m giving you a point too!”
Obedient Yuuto’s mouth opened, then he closed it. He glared hatefully at the real Yuuto.
Yuuto winced. He hadn’t done it on purpose! He wanted to lose!
Raising his voice, Hisashi said, “Next, you will compete in a Monopoly tournament. The winner will get two Yuuto points!”
What absolute bullshit. Big brother was the world’s sorest Monopoly winner. He’d never want a little brother who could beat him. It was clearly a trap. The correct way to lose points would be to win the game!
Unfortunately, that was easier said than done.
Yuuto tried harder than he ever had at Monopoly in his entire life, but he was still the first one to drop out. Again. Shimura cast him a sympathetic look, only to lose second.
With cutthroat viciousness, Obedient Yuuto won the game. He presented himself to Hisashi with a smile. “Big brother, will you pat my head again?”
“Sorry, but my little brother was the worst Monopoly player in Japan,” Hisashi said. “Minus one point for you.” His gaze fell on Yuuto and Shimura. “One point to Whiny Yuuto for coming in second to last. Two points to Foolish Yuuto.”
Groans came from around the room as everyone realized they’d been working their hardest when they could have just played badly. No one was more annoyed than Yuuto himself.
Obedient Yuuto stomped over to face the real one. Although a cutesy smile remained on his face, he hissed viciously, “Nice trick, but you won’t catch me off-guard again.”
“I don’t want to win,” Yuuto growled. “No one wants to win except you—the others are just afraid of what might happen if they lose. Why on earth did you voluntarily participate in this insane competition?”
Obedient Yuuto’s eyes widened. “Do you have any idea what a great honor it is to be chosen as All for One’s younger brother? The original one was a worthless ingratiate who betrayed him, but I’ll be the little brother he deserves.”
As the ranting about All for One’s magnificence continued, Yuuto tuned it out. He was familiar with the delusions of his brother’s devoted cultists. This one was clearly past saving. If Yuuto could escape with others, then he’d leave his brother with the devoted sycophant he’d always wanted Yuuto to be. Hopefully they’d be very happy together.
When Hisashi entered the room for the next test, he’d changed greatly. Color had returned to his cheeks and he looked much more animated compared to the lifeless dummy who’d started this competition. Yuuto paid close attention to how his brother used a key card to open the door. He was still plotting his escape.
Clapping his hands, Hisashi said, “Our next test will concern fire safety. I’m going to leave all of you in a room with flammable chemicals and lock the door. Anyone who starts a fire will gain one Yuuto point, perhaps two for the biggest explosion. Since I know you’ll all be suspicious after last time, I’ll tell you in advance that this isn’t another trick. The real Yuuto was a pyromaniac.”
Hey, what did that mean? Yuuto glared at his older brother. A pyromaniac started fires for no reason, but Yuuto always had good reasons for burning down All for One’s illicit businesses.
The doctors’ bodyguards carried in cleaning supplies and other chemicals. If given a flamethrower, Yuuto could have turned it on his captors, but no such luck. On second thought, it wouldn’t be a good idea to start a fire while locked in an underground room. Yuuto knew better than that, no matter what his brother claimed.
Shimura hovered over the cleaning supplies, moaning, “I don’t know what to do! I’ve never even lit a match before.” His eyes ran over the others, most of whom had puddles at their feet. Obedient Yuuto aggressively snatched away chemicals from his fellow candidates.
“It’s a tough challenge,” Yuuto said. He stood back, watching and trying not to cough. “The vast majority of those chemicals aren’t flammable. He’s testing our knowledge with this one.”
Shimura stared up with big green eyes. “You sound like you know something on this topic. Will you help me? Please?”
Yuuto couldn’t resist a request for help. “Can you find a pair of sticks? I thought I saw some in the pile.”
Shimura hastened to obey.
Yuuto waited until the guards were distracted stopping Obedient Yuuto and Tall Yuuto from fighting over a foul-smelling bottle. Then he rubbed the sticks together, creating sparks. Yuuto held out the small flame toward Shimura. “I wouldn’t dare create something bigger in a locked room. This is still better than anyone else. Remember, don’t tell anyone I made this.”
“Thank you so much,” Shimura said, reaching out.
“I’m happy to help—” Yuuto tripped over an Aerosol Can, dropping his little fire.
The chemicals and flame exploded together. Yuuto dragged Shimura backward. Overhead, a sprinkler system started. The water drenched them both.
From over the loudspeaker, Hisashi cried, “Two points to Foolish Yuuto! Well-done! I’ve never seen such a natural affinity for flame since the real thing. I’m going to start calling you Yuuto-Yuuto.”
“That was totally him,” Yuuto said, pointing at Shimura. But no one was listening to him. A guard grabbed a fire extinguisher off the wall and sprayed the embers.
The other Yuuto candidates shivered as the sprinkler overhead continued. Yuuto pushed wet hair from his eyes.
Obedient Yuuto stomped over. “Now I know you’re doing it on-purpose! I won’t lose to you!”
“It really was an accident,” Yuuto said, suspecting he wasn’t helping his case since his brother knew full well of his propensity for explosive accidents.
Over the loudspeaker, Hisashi cried, “It’s looking increasingly like Yuuto-Yuuto is the Yuuto to beat in this competition! I’m touched by his enthusiasm for the job title of my little brother.”
Now everyone in the room was staring at him. Yuuto ground his teeth. At some point, his priorities had shifted from failing this competition to biting his brother at least once. Was that too much to ask?
No, he’d do both! He’d fail this competition, escape this place, and do as much physical damage to his older brother as possible on the way out, or his name wasn’t Yuuto Shigaraki.
Looking around at all the many fake Yuutos, Yuuto wondered if he should have picked a different oath.
OMAKE TIME!
Omake: Hisashi “Human Disaster” Shigaraki Never Made a Mistake He Would Acknowledge
Yuuto: I have to admit, I’m a little touched that these games prove how well my brother knows me. It’s sweet, except for the kidnapping part. But wait, that’s probably because of his 24/7 surveillance. What the creep.
Hisashi: I did all that for my little brother’s own good.
Yuuto: If you know me so well, you ought to know how much I hate being restricted. Did you ever think about that?
Hisashi: I know I failed my little brother, and I regret it every day.
Yuuto: Aww. I almost feel like I should tell him the truth.
Hisashi: My biggest mistake was letting him have too much freedom.
Yuuto: Nope!
Hisashi: I’m working on building a bank vault even deeper underground. This is definitely the opposite of repeating my mistakes!
Yuuto: If you’re already aware that your replacement brothers all want to escape you, have you ever considered changing your behavior?
Hisashi: The thought never once crossed my mind. Why would I? I’m the perfect big brother.
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Omake: Hisashi Has Gotten Himself a Therapy Person! It’s Super-Illegal!
Other Yuuto candidates: (Cowering in fear) Please don’t hurt us!
Yuuto: Cain instinct activate! Feral attack!
Hisashi: Wow, being around this one Yuuto is so comforting for me. It really makes me feel like my little brother is here.
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Omake: The Final Challenge
Hisashi: Your last challenge will be locking you into a bank vault, so that I can see how you respond and so that I already have the winner where I want him.
Yuuto: Feral Smash! Bye-bye vault door!
Hisashi: Amazing how things seem to just get destroyed around you. Just like Yuuto
Yuuto: WHY DOES EVERYTHING INCRIMINATE ME?
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Omake: If Izuku Entered the Yuuto Games
Hisashi: Green-haired one, despite having the wrong hair color, you’re impressed me. I dub you Superior Yuuto.
Yuuto: How are you beating me in a game to become me?
Izuku: I don’t know! I don’t want to win this any more than you do!
#This is the ending where Hisashi decides to keep them both #Or tries to at least #Because both Izuku and Yuuto are ready to break some vaults