Shigaraki's Decision

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"Since I was the one who saved his sister, he wanted to make us even," Shigaraki mused, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the edge of the screen. The words Mokami had spoken when he'd dropped the flash drive echoed in his mind: "Now we are even."

Kurogiri glanced at his leader, his dark eyes flashing with concern. "You believe him?"

"I don't see why he would lie." Shigaraki replied, his gaze still locked on the screen. "This is too much information to fabricate. He could have easily led us into a trap instead."

Dabi spoke up then, his voice as calm and composed as ever. "And what if this is a trap? We are taking a major risk here, relying on the intel provided by someone whose motives we cannot fully comprehend."

Shigaraki spun around to face his underlings, his red eyes glinting ominously in the dim light. His voice, when he spoke, was icy and unyielding, a reflection of the resolve that had hardened within him. "Mokami, no the man who barged in here, he is not an enemy I want to make."

"He will leave us be for the time being since I just saved his sister," Shigaraki said, clenching his fist. The memory of Momo's disgusted gaze when he rescued her gnawed at him, a constant reminder of his tenuous alliance with Mokami.

But there was something else that Mokami's act of delivering information had conveyed - a warning, as clear as a knife's edge. It was a simple message: "You may have saved my sister, but now I saved your life. Stay away from Momo."

A silence settled over the room, its weight suffocating. The villains shared uneasy glances, their minds grappling with the implications. A cold reality was settling in, a game of power and manipulation unfolding before their eyes.

"We will focus on the Meta Liberation Army," Shigaraki's voice cut through the silence, sharp as a whip. "And we will destroy them." His words hung heavy in the air, each syllable simmering with a rage that threatened to consume them all.

The men flinched at the fury in their leader's voice. It was a stark reminder of the deadly determination that had brought them together under Shigaraki's banner. His rage was their beacon, a fiery signal that urged them forward, regardless of the danger.

The intensity of Shigaraki's anger was palpable, a storm brewing in the otherwise calm underground lair. The others shared uneasy glances, knowing all too well the devastation their leader was capable of. They knew the lengths he would go to protect what he deemed his - and right now, that was Momo and the destruction of their enemies.

"But what about Mokami?" Dabi questioned, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked warily at his leader. He knew the topic was a sensitive one, but the question had to be asked.

Shigaraki's gaze darkened, his red eyes narrowing in on Dabi. For a moment, the room held its breath, the tension teetering on a razor's edge.

"We stay away," he declared finally, his voice echoing throughout the chamber. His jaw was clenched, his fingers digging into the edge of the table as he made the concession.

The villains shared surprised glances, clearly taken aback by their leader's decision. The Shigaraki they knew wouldn't back down from a challenge, not when his pride was at stake. But as they looked at him, the man who led them through fear and respect, they realized the gravity of the situation.

There was a delicate balance at play here, a web of alliances and rivalries that had the potential to tip in any direction. For now, Shigaraki had made his decision, and they had to respect it.

Stain was always an enigma, even among the motley crew that made up the League of Villains. A man of deep convictions, he joined the League not out of a desire for power or revenge but because he believed in a greater cause. And at the center of his beliefs was a singular figure, a young man who had caught his attention during the Sports Festival: Mokami.

Mokami was, in Stain's eyes, the epitome of a true hero. He saw a man driven by his convictions, unyielding in his pursuit of justice, even when it meant putting his own life on the line. Mokami represented everything Stain believed a hero should be, and that was why Stain held him in such high regard.

Stain's respect for Mokami was why he had been so reluctant to join Shigaraki's cause in the first place. He was well aware of the enmity that existed between Shigaraki and Mokami, and he had no intention of getting involved in their personal feud. It was only when Shigaraki made it clear that he held no grudge against Mokami, that Stain had agreed to join the League of Villains.

Now, as he watched Shigaraki agree to back off from Mokami, Stain felt a wave of relief wash over him. He had feared the worst when Mokami had handed over the flash drive, especially when he saw the fury in Shigaraki's eyes.

"The decision to stay away from Mokami is wise," Stain finally broke his silence, his voice echoing in the quiet room. "He is not our enemy."

His statement was met with quiet contemplation. Despite their various motivations and loyalties, they all knew the kind of threat Mokami posed. Stain could see the understanding in their eyes, a tacit acknowledgment of the importance of their leader's decision.

"And what if Mokami becomes a threat?" Dabi asked, his eyes locked on Stain.

Stain looked at Dabi, his gaze steady. "Mokami fights for justice, not for personal gain. As long as we do not cross paths, there should be no issue."

"Even heroes can be swayed, Stain," Dabi retorted, a bitter edge to his voice. He had firsthand experience of the failings of heroes, after all.

Stain didn't react to Dabi's words, his gaze not wavering from the blue-flamed villain. "Mokami is not like the others," he replied calmly, his conviction in Mokami clear in his words.

Dabi was about to retort when Shigaraki cut him off. "That's enough," he growled, a finality to his words that left no room for further discussion. "We have more pressing issues to deal with."

His words hung in the air, a sobering reminder of the impending threat they were facing. There was a common enemy to focus on, and they couldn't afford to be distracted.

Kurogiri seemed to sense the tension in the room and decided to intervene. "Let's focus on the task at hand," he said, his voice steady. "We have an army to dismantle."

The room fell silent again as each villain contemplated the gravity of their situation. Despite their divergent paths, they were united under Shigaraki's command. And they all knew the kind of ruthless determination that drove their leader.

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