Shinsou pulled his mask onto his face, and tugged his hood into place ontop of his head. He wore a cat themed, white mask, which covered his entire face, and a dark grey, camo patterned hoodie. He had a utility belt, with a few knifes sheathed on it. Most of them were regular kitchen knifes, but Shinsou couldn't really get his hands on anything else. He had black combat boots with steel toes, and grey yoga pants. He pulled a pair of slick, black gloves on, designed to be able to grip onto things well. No identifiable traits could be seen, just as he was hoping for when he first came up with the outfit. He began unlocking his bedroom window, and slowly slid out of it, standing on the ledge of it. It was barely wide enough for him too stand, and he quickly jumped off, grabbing onto the nearby gutter and sliding down it.

He now stood in the middle of an allyway, scanning the area to make sure no one else was there. He had only been doing this for a little less than a week, and had started not too long after the USJ attack, so he wasn't the best at it, and didn't want to end up caught in a sneak attack. He didn't see or hear anyone, and ran out of the allyway. He made sure to stay farther away from any lights, so that way he was less noticable. It was pretty quiet, nothing seemed to be happening tonight. That was good, he supposed. That ment that he could focus on trying to locate the League of Villains. And luckily for him, he had an idea on where to start.

You see, while he hadn't been a vigilante for very long, it had been long enough that he had heard of someone known as Giran. Apparantly, he was a C-ranked villain associated with the League. He sold information to people, and found possible recruits for the Leauge, according to what Shinsou had heard being whispered in shady alleys. Either way, Shinsou figured that if he could find Giran, he could use him to get to the League. Problem was, Shinsou had no clue how to find Giran. Well, he could probably get some thug to tell him where he was. His quirk could come in handy for that.

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Uraraka paced about in her room, staring at her phone, waiting for something, anything to come up. She was trying her best to find some sort of clues within the news articles and posts on social media, but to no prefail. It seemed that the rest of O:MSR hadn't found anything, either. Of course, she wasn't going to just give up on it, she just needed to find a different solution. As she paced, she accidentally tripped over her own two feet, and knocked over a potion stand that she had set up not too long ago. "Darnit... Now I need to clean this up and set it up again..." She grumbled, setting down her phone to scoop up some of the jars and containers.

As she picked up her spell book, a realization came to her. She could use a tracking spell. Sure, she'd need to learn it first, but that couldn't be too hard, right? She put the spell book down on her bed, and finished cleaning up the mess, before sitting on the bed and opening up the book. "C'mon, there has to be one somewhere in here...." She muttered, flipping through the pages. Eventually, she landed on one of the pages, and saw the spell she was looking for. She skimmed over the instructions, before saying, "Okay, maybe not so easy to learn...."

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Midoriya licked his lips, staring at the lavander colored potions that sat on the counter. Shigiraki had added another one, probably so that he was more tempted to join their League of Villains. If that was his intention, it sure was working. The scent of the potions itself was overwhelmingly sweet and sugary, which only worked to make him crave it. Surely, it tasted just as sweet as it smelled. The taste of it's power probably made it sweeter- Midoriya shook his head, no, you can't just give in like that.. But... He was starting to feel a bit... different about his lack of magic. The anger and hostility from before had subsided, to be replaced by an overwhelming, all consuming fear.

He was scared. Without his magic, he was scared.

After all, he was born powerless, in a world where everyone had super powers. Up until he learned magic, he was nothing more than a quirkless, defenseless Deku. And now that he lacked his magic once more, he was back to being a defenseless Deku. And that was scary. Back when he was a defensless Deku, his classmates constantly beat him up, told him how worthless he was. He didn't want to go back to that. He never wanted to go back to that. But now he was powerless once more. Except this time, he could easily get his power back.

But,,, was it worth it? Was giving up his dream of saving people, making them feel like everything would be alright, was that really worth getting his magic back? He didn't know. And he hated that. He hated that he was actually considering becoming a villain, just so that he could have his magic back. It was pathetic, honestly. He knew, deep down, that it wasn't worth it. Hurting other people for his own personal gain would never be worth it. But, a part of him- no, the majority of him still wanted to contemplate the offer. An offer that only got more tempting the more he thought about it. And yet, there was something stopping him from agreeing to the deal.

He knew what was stopping him, too. He knew that if he were to agree, he couldn't just run off once he got his magic back. They'd make sure his magic wouldn't work anymore. And if they were able to make magic enhancement potions, surely they could find a way to get rid of his magic. And as tempted Midoriya was by the idea of gaining that much extra power, he hated the idea of harming others without reason. He knew that gaining power wasn't a good reason to hurt others.

Maybe it was good that it was stopping him from accepting the offer. Maybe it would give the heroes enought time to get him out of there. Maybe itwould prevent from the villains getting their hands on powerful magic. He didn't know. He couldn't know. After all, he was trapped in that bar, tied to a chair. And the villains weren't going to tell him whether anyone was even looking for him.

......Why was that even a question?

Of course heroes were looking for him! He was a hero course student, after all. From UA, even! There was no way heroes wouldn't be looking for him.

...But, he was quirkless. And in a society full of quirks, that ment he was at the bottom of the food chain. At the end of the day, the only reason he was treated differently from other quirkless people was his magic. His magic, which gave him a power not unlike that of quirked. Power that he currently didn't have. If the heroes found him unable to use his magic, would they even help him? L̶o̶g̶i̶c̶a̶l̶l̶y̶,̶ ̶h̶e̶ ̶k̶n̶e̶w̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶y̶ ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶,̶ ̶b̶u̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶o̶v̶e̶r̶w̶h̶e̶l̶m̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶m̶a̶j̶o̶r̶i̶t̶y̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶ ̶c̶l̶a̶i̶m̶e̶d̶ ̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶w̶i̶s̶e̶.̶ And even then, if they knew that he was even so much as considering their offer, would the heroes still come save him? Or would he be arrested on the spot?

With all of the thoughts running through his head, he only became more tempted by their offer, more tempted by the sweet scent that filled his senses. But he wouldn't. He wouldn't join the villains. At least, not yet. Not until he knew for sure that it was his best option.

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The pros were having no luck in finding the League of Villains. They couldn't find any hints whatsoever. It would help if the villains didn't have a warping quirk on their side, of course, but there wasn't much they could do about it. It was still frustrating, though. Why did it have to be so hard to find them, and get Midoriya back?

It wasn't like anyone said it'd be easy, but this was getting ridiculous really fast.

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Tokoyami walked the streets, as he looked for any signs of where Midoriya could possibly be. While he wasn't entirely sure what too look for, he could still look anyways. After all, they wouldn't make any progress if they didn't try, right? Right.

As he continued walking, he found that he had run into someone. He looked to be an older man, at least in his 40s. He was tall and slender, having a bony appearance not unlike Midoriya's. His smokey black hair was short and curly, with the sides shaved. His eyes were rounded, although narrow, and a dark, ocean blue in color. Freckles were scattered all over his chisled face. Tokoyami mumbled a quick, "Apologies.", before attempting to continue on his way, only to be stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He turned, coming face to face with the man whom he'd just run into, "Hey, you're a UA student, aren't you? From class 1-A, right?" asked the man. His voice was gravelly, although it didn't sound threatening, persay.

Now, while Tokoyami found that this was certainly an odd situation, he saw no reason to lie. So, he simply nodded. A glint could be seen in the man's eyes, it seemed almost... hopeful. "Great. You wouldn't happen to know a kid named Izuku Midoriya, would you?" Now this, this made Tokoyami unsure. Midoriya had been kidnapped by villains, and now this stranger was asking after him? It seemed almost as if it might be a trap. So, Tokoyami replied with, "Why do you ask?" The man grinned, and said, "Oh, I'm his dad, Hisashi Midoriya. I've been looking for him, ever since he got kidnapped."

Tokoyami looked him over, trying to decide what to say. He did had some traits similar to Midoriya's. The curly hair, the freckles, the slender, bony frame. And, didn't Midoriya say something about his father's name being Hisashi once? Eventually, he decided to reply, "Hm.. Well, I'm afraid that I do not know where he is. Although, my freinds and I have been searching for him as well." Hisashi nodded slowly, "Well, perhaps we could work together to find him?"

Tokoyami sighed, and pulled a slip of paper out of his pocket. "I'll talk to my friends about it. Could you give me your number so that way I can contact you?"