With my earphones plugged in and lost deep in thought, I absent-mindedly wandered the halls of 1A Heights scrolling through my phone's limited playlist, unsure of what song I wanted, until I finally landed on Babymetal's Karate. It's not my favourite song but it'll help me focus.

School had ended a while ago but I have yet been able to confront Kaminari for what he pulled at lunch. It was beyond humiliating; I can't believe I had let my guard down long enough for him to kiss me. He had lulled me into a false sense of security before striking up his old games. I will admit it bruised my pride for him to be able to pull the rug from underneath me so easily. It seems I've gotten rusty.

Back in the Slums we were constantly making bets, challenging each other and trying to outsmart one another, much to Prism's entertainment - I need to inform her about the recent developments - which usually ended up with one of us in a comprising situation, sometimes even together. It was all in the name of fun and proving ourselves to each other in some twisted way of getting each others attention. I smile fondly as memories of our antics invaded my thoughts.

Humming along to the music I unlock my door, flick the lights on and dump my bag on to the floor as soon as I step into my room. Shock runs through me as I look around, who cleaned my room! Normally there were pieces of appliances and unfinished gadgets on the floor, plastic water-bottles and paper overflowing from the small trash can and piling up in the corner and notebooks and exam pads of all kind and purpose stacked next to my desk. Usually there was a drawer worth of clothes chucked on my chair and bed which is always hastily made or not made at all.

The only thing I bothered to keep even remotely tidy was my desk as that is where I spend most of my time. I get in a fighting stance ready to sock the person who had broken into my room.

"You know you could at least bother to tidy up your room once in a while."

I swivel around to find Lucifer emerging from behind the curtain I used to separate my 'bathroom' wearing an apron and casual clothes.

"Dad!?" I splutter, even though he was no threat I didn't loosen my tense stance.

'What is he doing here! I haven't see since chapter 6.' (A/N noooo my fourth wall!)

I scanned his form for any weapons: he was wearing worn black jeans, a white T-shirt, grey tennis shoes and an old red checkered apron. On top of his tousled auburn hair sat some aviator sunglasses and his emerald green eyes spoke of his muddled emotions and fear; it was unlike him to display his emotions so clearly, even to me.

"Hey Izuku." He casually waves his scarred hand and sends me a crooked smile, his pointed teeth peeking over his lips.

"Uh...thank you." I try to think of a conversation starter but everything that comes to mind is not something I'm ready to ask or hear the answer of. 
For so long I thought he was out of the picture, told by my mother that he works abroad ( I never believed her), but instead he had been planning an uprising which failed and landed him in prison, he escaped, partnered with the oldest and most dangerous being known to man - All For One - and then shot up to the most wanted Villain spot in a matter of two years.

Then our paths cross and I'm not to sure what I'm supposed to think. Deep down I want to rekindle our Father-Son relationship but on the other hand I also want to throttle him and chuck him out a window while screaming questions at him. I was at an impasse so I decided on silence for now.

His nevous chuckle broke me out of my thoughts - tendrils of smoke escaping his mouth - and he cleared his throat and started the speech he had been practicing in his mind since he arrived an hour ago.

"The reason why I'm here, as you're probably wondering, is that...well...I've been a great Villain boss but a shitty father and I'm sorry about that," I let out a sigh of relief as the tension drains out of me; glad I'm not the one who had to start this conversation, "I haven't spent any time with you since we both discovered that the other was still alive. And you see today I had some free time, so I thought, hey why not spend it with your only son, whom you've been kinda neglecting." He speeds towards the end and nervously rubs his neck. I smile at him, I guess option A it is.

I hauled out an ancient video game player, an X box 11, from the top of my cupboard and gently dusted it off - I had pulled it out from a dump and slaved over it to get it working again.

Once I had plugged all the necessary bits and bobs in I got back up and grabbed the only game I had, a racing game almost as old as the video player- my dad had gotten it for me second hand before he was taken away, I never had it in me to sell it. My dad smiles widely at me, his teeth were unnerving to many people so he didn't smile much, and tears form at the edge of his eyes. He pulls me into a slightly awkward side hug.

"Let this night begin!" He announces and after sitting down next to me he accidentally says in a small voice, "I've dreamed of this."

My heart flutters into my throat, grief and betrayal pulling it back down. Slowly but surely the bonds began to mend and one could only hope that they wouldn't break all over again.

•~•

Days passed and the atmosphere began to heat up. Tomorrow is the start of the exams and the tension in the dorms is so thick you wouldn't be able to cut it with a chainsaw. Constant mumbling, tight silences of study and Bakugo yelling at people as he tutored them.

All the students were studying vigorously, me included but, not for school, I had bigger things to worry about and plan for.

The written exam won't even be problem but the practical might. Apparently we will be facing giant robots like in the Entrance exam but I know it won't be so simple. Yes that have been what the older grades did in their first year but our year is special; a Villain attack, the school almost getting blown up during the sports festival, All Might becoming a teacher and overall just more dangerous and destructive Quirks this year. There is a harsh spotlight on class 1A so because of that they'll definitely want to spice it up somehow, make it more challenging but how? With a sigh I shake my head and continue studying the Hero profiles in front of me, no use going down worthless rabbit holes.

An hour passes and a knock comes on my door. A groan escapes my lips, I really don't feel like dealing with people. So I ignore it. The relentless knocking continues; why won't they fucking leave! I leap out of my chair, fuming in rage but before I can slam open the door and give hell to whoever dares to disturb me at this hour, I realise my mistake. I take a deep breath, plaster a (strained) smile on face, ruffle up my hair and put a shirt on. Once I was done I then I open the door, ready to greet whoever is waiting for me and... there is no one there. No one.

I huff and growl with a mixture of annoyance and exhaustion. I slammed the door closed and lock it once again. Then I plod back to my desk to resume studying but before I can sit down my chair is pulled from underneath me and I fall to the ground. Hard.

"Ouch! What the hell!" I turn around to face the perpetrator and it turns out to be none other than Denki Kaminari. The slippery bastard who I'd been unable to corner this whole week. Back for round two, no doubt.

"What do you want?" I snap, not even bothering to get up.

"Well there are many things I want," he says looking me up and down, "but today I am here to play a little game."
He pulls out a pack of cards from his jacket pocket and smirks at me,

"That is if you're up to the challenge." He goads, knowing he hit the right the right buttons.

I rival his expression and reply, "Of course."

I sit down on the nearest cushion that had been cast away from my bed and get comfortable.

He deals out the cards and puts an array of chips out, "We are going to be playing blackjack is that all right?" He asks even though knowing it was rhetorical.

My hair on the back of my neck stand on end. It's near impossible to beat him at Blackjack or any other card game really. He enjoys games of chance, risks and high stakes while I prefer games of the mind. But I'll never backed down from him.

"What are we betting?" I ask cautiously.
His grin is sinister and a shiver runs down my spine, "how about the winner gets the loser to do one thing and the loser can't refuse no matter what it is."
 
Exciting.

I nod in agreement and prepare myself for war, one I'm probably going to lose but I have another aim in mind.
As the game goes on it becomes even harder and harder to see who will win. After one whole hour of intense playing, I lose. We were tied but in the final round I got a king and I stood at 13 therefore I bust. As I admitted defeat Kaminari's grin doubled in size. I readied myself for the humiliation that was in no doubt about to ensue.

"Aww bunny why you blushing?" He teases.

"Just thinking about the things you're going to make me do." I say, embarrassed as my thoughts were transcended into the gutter.

"As entertaining as that may be, it's not what I came for tonight."

As quickly as my blush came, it left. What secrets could he possibly try to draw out of me?

"I want you to tell me the full truth on why you're here and I want you to let me in on the fun." He sat down on my bed and gave me for lack of a better term, his betting look. It's that shine in his eyes that appears whenever he is gambling or playing a trick on someone.

"That's what you want to know!" I burst, he nods. I thought it would've been a bit more horrific and interesting. I shrug and lean against the wall.

"Putting it simply, I am here to destroy UA from the inside out and to reveal about what happens behind the scenes." He folds his arms and gives me a coaxing look.

"Oh come on, that is just the tip of the iceberg." He whispered to me.

"Oh alright but you must keep your trap shut about this!" I threaten and he does a lip sealing motion. I hope I'm not making a mistake here. 

He leans forward with anticipation.
I creep even closer to him and whisper in his ear, "I am a part of the League of Villains."

His eyes go wide, "Like the people who attacked us."

I nod.

"Like the people who have been exposing Heroes, disbanding agencies and the people who worked with the Hero Killer." He hurriedly whispered, jumping to his feet as he figured
everything out.

He looked so excited.

"I see you pieced it all together, can't say that much for the police though." I chuckle as I herd him towards the door before he can ask any more questions.

Before he leaves he says, "Aren't you glad I'm not the police then."

Deciding then and there to enact my revenge, I lean in to him and I smirk when I hear his heart speed up and I coo softly in his ear. "You have no about how glad I am."

I then softly kiss him on his lips and push him out the door and quietly close it so he can't see my red face that I was sure was on fire.

"A-And yes you may join in on the fun." I murmur, so only he can hear. 

"I can't wait till we blow this popsicle stand." Kaminari whispers before ambling back to his dorm, heart pounding with adrenaline and a smirk on his face.

A/N

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