Warning- There's a non-graphic depiction of mass death at the end!

Tsukaochi was very tired. Earlier that morning, he and his team had went to the location Neko gave them so that they could capture the League. Except, there was no one there. The bar was completely barren, though it looked like a fight had taken place there. The villains must've gotten away before they got there. Really, they should've went sooner. He wasn't entirely sure why they had waited so long, but they had, and now they had lost their chance at capturing the League of Villains.

It was frustrating, really. They were so close to catching them, and it was obvious that it was the League's old base with all the dust from Shigiraki's quirk. If they had gone a bit sooner, the League would've been captured, but they hadn't and now the League was still on the loose, who knows where and planning who knows what.

Well, at least now they knew that they'd need to be quicker next time.

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The new base was a small, abandoned warehouse. It didn't need too be very big, since their group only really consisted of him, Kurogiri, and Sensei. Still, Shigiraki had been hoping for a bigger base with a bedroom for him, and he was pretty sure Kurogiri wanted a new bar. While Shigiraki didn't care that much about what Kurogiri had wanted, he knew that the bar kept Kurogiri relatively calm, and Kurogiri could be scary when he was mad.

Luckily, Sensei said that it was only temporary. Soon they'd be moving to a better, more permanet base, and while Shigiraki still didn't look forward to moving, he was glad that this was only temporary, rather than being permanet.

Currently he had his possessions on one side of the base, while Kurogiri took the other side. Though Shigiraki wasn't sure why the misty man needed a whole side to himself, seeing as he only really had a bunch of glasses, and his bed. Sensei had set it up, though, so he wasn't going to question it.

Hopefully, their new base would be better than this one. Sensei said that it would be better, so it probably would be, but Shigiraki was still going to be annoyed that they had to move bases.

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Midoriya sat in his seat behind Bakugou, staring at the list of names. It was a list of all the heroes that they could choose to intern under for the next week. Since they wouldn't be doing the Sports Festival this year, no one got any internship offers, meaning that they were using a list of hero agencies that were open to internships even if no offers were extended.

He was trying to figure out which hero would be a good choice for him to intern under, but he was finding it a bit difficult. There weren't many people who used magic, let alone dark magic like his, so he would already have a hard time finding someone who could help him. And too add onto that, there weren't any heroes out there who used magic, so his best bet would be to find someone with a quirk that worked similarly to one of his spells. Except he couldn't find anyone on the list like that, and if he did, they wouldn't be able to help him with it.

So, he was at a loss for what to do.

He sighed and stood up, before walking over to Uraraka's desk. "Hey Uraraka-chan, I was wondering, do you think you could help me find someone to intern with? I know that we aren't really alike in our abilities or anything, but you're the only other person in class who uses magic so I figured that maybe you could help me?"

Uraraka giggled at his rambling, "Well, I was planning on going with Gunhead, since he does a martial arts class. I figured it'd be helpful to know how to fight without using my quirk or my magic, y'know?"

"Oh! Actually, that's a really good idea. I mean the League knows how to get rid of my magic even with my counter charms, so no doubt other villains will be able to figure it out too, and I don't actually have a quirk to rely on and yours is close-ranged, so having an alternate option for fights would be a really useful asset to have- andd I'm rambling again aren't I?"

"Yeah, you are." Uraraka replied unhelpfully.

Midoriya rubbed his neck sheepishly, "Well, I think I'll go for Gunhead's agency too. Thanks for the help!"

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Shinsou paced around his apartment, full of ugly emotions due to the announcement of the Sports Festival's cancelation. That was his chance at being a hero, thrown down the drain.

Unfortunately, that day was his day off, so he couldn't use his work as a distraction, and he couldn't really sleep it off. With all the negative emotions he was feeling, he had a hunch that his insomnia would just keep him awake, and stuck with his thoughts. And it wasn't like he had any hobbies he could use to distract himself.

The only thing he could really think of to take his mind off of things was too do a patrol as Neko. It was, admitedly, connected to the problem in a way, but perhaps playing at being a hero would take his mind off the reality of things. He normally only did his vigilante patrols at night time, but hey, inconsistancy would make him harder to track down, wouldn't it? What was the harm in it?

He made up his mind, and put the cat-themed mask on, as well as the rest of his costume.

He could play hero for a little while longer. At least until they found out the truth about his quirk.

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It felt odd, patroling the city in broad daylight. The alleys that he had started to grow familiar with seemed completely different than they did at night, and there was a signifigant increase in the amount of times he had to run from a hero trying to arrest him. Unsurprisingly, underground heroes were a lot more friendly to vigilantes than daylight heroes. By the time Shinsou got back home, he was completely tired out from running from heroes, and hadn't really done much of helping. The heroes presence alone seemed to deter most crime, and when it didn't, this heroes took care of it before he could.

Next time he did this, he should do it in an area heroes weren't in so much.

It had worked, though, both in taking his mind off of things, and tiring him out to the point were his insomnia wouldn't be able to keep him awake for very long.

The second his body hit his bed, he passed out from exhaustion.

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Fingers clicked away on the keyboard furiously, as Midoriya searched the internet for more information about magic. After the incident he'd had with the League, he realized that despite how much he used it, he needed to find more information. That wasn't hard for him to do, of course, he liked learning about things that interested him, such as magic.

There were lots of different things he could look into- Potions, charms that could prevent whatever Shigiraki had used from working, newer spells, ways to keep his magic from draining his energy as much, ect ect. He didn't look up anything specific, though. He simply logged onto a dark magic forum that he frequented, and began scrolling.

The forum was not always the nicest place. Midoriya hadn't started using dark magic because the dark witches he'd met were friendly, after all. It was purely by accident, when he used the darkness beast for the very first time and afterwards found that light magic was no longer availible to him.

If anything, most dark witches lived up to the evil reputation they had. They weren't the type of people Midoriya would want to be friends with. There were some good ones, of course, but there was so much bad, and he couldn't bother trying to claim that it was simply a loud minority.

Like he said, the only reason he used dark magic was because he didn't have a choice in the matter, even if he did find comfort in the darkness.

Because of this, scrolling through the forum led to him finding lots of unhelpful posts, clearly from bad people. However, he didn't have many other options, because this was the best of the dark magic forums, and all the other magic forums banned talk of dark magic other than methods to counter it or stories of encounters with dark witches.

He did come across plenty of useful things in the forum, too, which is why he frequented it instead of just giving up on it.

Eventually, he came across an interesting seeming post.

'Hi, it's me again, I've come with a history lesson because this is what happens when I'm bored.

'Long ago, back even before quirks, a group of dark witches called Gaikotsu was formed. They were known all across Japan, feared by their opponents and worshiped by dark witches weaker than them. When they first formed, there was no dark witch who didn't want to join. However, they were very strict on who could and could not join, as they had originally been a part of a different group which had wronged them.

'The requirements for joining are unknown, as those who took the test to join were not allowed to tell anyone what had happened, whether they were accepted or not.

'Those in the group kept their identities secret, each of them wearing matching, skeleton themed outfits.

'As they grew in numbers, the group became stronger and stronger, holding control over the dark magic world for hundereds of years.

'Those who used light magic feared the Gaikotsu, and wanted to destroy them in order to throw the dark magic world back into chaos. They didn't want us to be organized and work together, as they knew it made us more of a threat to their precious lifestyles.

'Because of this, an invisible war on the Gaikotsu was waged, most of the battles staged to look like gang fights to ensure that no one would realize the truth behind it. Though they didn't win every battle, the Gaikotsu seemed to be winning the war. The light witches were unorganized, attacking in small groups or even solo, while the Gaikotsu worked together as one, and manipulated the dark magic world to work in their favor.

'They were sure of their victory, but one day that all changed. It was a peaceful seeming day when it had occured, and the top members of the group had let their guard down. They had been going about their ordinary civilian lives, when they were attacked and killed by multiple light witches who had tracked them down to be the leaders of the group.

'With their leaders gone, the Gaikotsu fell into chaos. They elected new leaders, but unfortunately their new leaders weren't as prepared to deal with the war as the previous ones, and the winning streak was gone. The Gaikotsu was starting to crumble, and it seemed clear that they were going to lose.

'In a last ditch effort, the Gaikotsu attacked a family of light witches called Bitoku, known for their ability to smell different types of magic. It is thought that the Bitoku family were the ones who had tracked down Gaikotsu's leaders.

'Gaikotsu managed to kill off the entire family, but they lost many of their own in the process. Within the next week, the group fell apart completely, and the light witches declared their victory.

'The Gaikotsu was defeated 15 years ago, but some say that it is reforming in the shadows, waiting for the time to strike.'

Midoriya found himself surprised by what he had read. He had no idea that this had happened! Of course, most things that happened within the magic world were kept hidden from the public, but this had been relatively recent, and he knew nothing about it! That was.... That was weird, to say the least. But at the bottom of the post, there were multiple sources, all of which confirming what the post had said. And the sources seemed trustworthy, or at least, as trustworthy as they could be for something of this sorts.

Dumbfoundedly, Midoriya reached for his notebook.

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It was 15 years ago.

The smell of smoke filled the air, despite the lack of a fire to create it. It would've been a dark night, if not for the light spells being used to fend off figures in dark clothing and skull masks.

A mother of a single child stood frozen in the middle of the battlefield, holding her baby boy close to her chest. She whispered reassurances to the crying baby as screams of her family rang out around her, though she didn't believe any of what she said. Her family was dying. They had been able to ward off the attackers at first, but they were stronger in the night time, and the family was quickly overwhelmed.

She stood still, terror in her eyes. She was young and inexperienced, unlike her family. She feared that there was nothing she could do to help them, to protect her family from the massacare.

Her older brother urged her to go inside, to hide the single child who represented the next generation of their family. If he could survive, their family legacy would live on.

So she ran. She took her son inside of the family's home, and used a spell on him to make him sleep. Then, she hid him in a place where no one else could find him.

She built up the courage to go back outside and help her family fight off the enemy, but as she stepped outside, the last standing member of the family fell.

In a fit of rage, she used a spell to powerful for her body to handle. It took down dozens of the attackers, but at a cost.

The only member of the family left alive was her baby boy.