MHA: Absolute Telekinesis [53] The Tipping Point

(Shigaraki POV – League of Villains Hideout, Shortly before Kata acted)

“Damn it!” I snarl, slamming my hand onto the bar counter with a muffled crack.

Dust gets flung upwards as the wood groans, and then... it slowly starts to decay. The counter becos brittle, the wood splintering and cracking into nothing under my palm.

My hand twitches at the sensation.

“Why’d you do it, Kurogiri?!” I rasp, my voice cracking like a dying record. My breath cos in quick, rapid breaths, as my neck starts itching maddeningly.

I don't care what excuse he gives.

I don’t want an excuse.

'I just wanna grab him...'

I just wanna watch him fall apart... flaking, rotting, and crumbling into nothing.

My fingers curl against the bar, and another section begins to disintegrate with a soothing crack as it breaks from within. My nails dig deeper into the splintering wood, clawing at restraint I can't find.

“No one... stops from having my fun!”

The words co out full of venom.

I whirl to face him. "I an—who does that, huh?! Things were just getting good! People were dying and screaming! The heroes were scrambling like little ants!" I grin sadistically as I recall the scene... Then grit my teeth. “And then you just yank away?!”

My fist smashes into what's left of the counter, completely destroying it now. Then I stop talking. I freeze. Just... stop.

The room swims as my eyes fixate on the ceiling fan, slowly creaking overhead.

'If Master didn’t need him...'

“If Master didn’t need you…” I murmur slowly, voice trembling, my eyes still wide and empty as I stare into space. “…you’d be dead right now.”

I lower my head slowly, my eyes locking onto Kurogiri through the fingers of father's dismbered hand.

"Answer ."

Kurogiri kneels on the floor like a repentant servant. He bows low, but I can still feel it—he’s not sorry for what he did.

'He stopped my fun.'

'He ruined it.'

'He ruined it.'

'He ruined it!'

“Tomura Shigaraki…” he says at last. “The situation was dangerous. We had to withdraw imdiately.”

I blink slowly as I process his words.

Then I laugh.

A hollow chuckle first. Then a wheezing, unhinged cackle.

“Dangerous?” I rasp. “I had it under control! You think a few half-assed heroes were gonna stop ?! Huh?! WHAT WAS SO DANGEROUS?!”

He bows even lower, not daring to et my gaze.

“I... I don't know.”

The air dies.

My cackling ceases.

I stare at him, my eyes wide. I feel my body tense. Muscles lock up as though to stop from unleashing my budding rage.

"...That's it? That’s your reason for ruining everything?" I ask with eerie calm.

My fingers twitch erratically. Fingers begin to tap against my thigh, the tapping rising higher and higher, but I don't notice.

'I should kill him.'

'I should kill him.'

'No... I can’t. Master needs him.'

'BUT I SHOULD.'

My fingers find my neck, and I scratch. Hard. Jagged nails clawing against my skin... against the itch buried deep within.

I want to rip it out. The confusion. The anger.

Another hand joins in. I claw. I dig.

I begin bleeding, but I don't stop.

'Kill. Don’t kill. Kill. Don’t kill. Kill. Don’t. Kill. Don't. KILL. KILL. KILL—'

“Calm down, Tomura.”

My body stops.

The voice isn’t mine.

"...Master?"

I turn slowly toward the television. It's on. But the screen is blank. But Master's voice echoes through, calm and smooth.

“Yes, Tomura,” he says. “I'm here. Don’t worry.”

The panic... softens. My fingers pull away from my neck, blood under the nails.

“Kurogiri made the right decision.”

'No... even you?'

My eye twitches.

“…Why?” I ask, voice hoarse.

Another screen flickers on. Live footage of the Nomu being paraded in the sky, before being burnt to nothing...

They're all gone.

I watch, my eyes wide as my heart drums quickly within my chest.

“Familiar, isn’t it?” Master says softly.

"...Is it that brat again?" My voice is hoarse and laced with venom.

The one from USJ. The one who ruined my fun. The one who cut off my hands.

I rub my wrists subconsciously, trying to alleviate pain that's no longer there. 'That red-eyed bastard... always ruining everything.'

“Most likely,” Master answers. “We upgraded Kurogiri with a crisis detection Quirk after last ti. I’m glad you’re safe.”

Safe?

SAFE?!

'That brat. That brat. THAT BRAT.'

'He took my Nomu.'

'He ruined my fun.'

'He keeps taking and taking and TAKING—'

My nails return to my neck. The itch returns worse than before as hate burns beneath my skin.

“Don’t worry, Tomura.”

Master’s voice hums again. Calming, but laced with cold amusent.

“We’ll deal with him soon enough.”

I nod slowly and stop scratching, even if my neck still burns. The blood seeps down my collar.

My lips part in a manic grin as I picture turning that bastard to ash.

“Yes, Master…” I say.

But I never stop staring at the screen. Not even when it turns off.

Not even as the image of that red-eyed freak burns into my skull.

'He’ll pay.'

'He’ll rot.'

'I’ll make him scream and beg.'

'I’ll grind him down till nothing remains.'

(AFO POV – ???)

The monitor flickers off with a low hum, casting the room into a deeper darkness. I lean back in my chair, steepling my fingers beneath my chin as I reflect.

“Tomura remains... manageable. For now.”

My gaze drifts to a neighboring screen—one of many lining the walls of this silent chamber, broken only by the rhythmic hiss of the life-support systems keeping alive.

Footage replays the chaos of Hosu. The Nomu—years of research—incinerated mid-air like dry leaves in a furnace. Stain subdued and arrested.

And at the center of it all... him.

'Kata Okada.'

A flicker of concern and caution brushes through my mind, but I suppress it and scowl as I study the boy’s movents. The thin layer of fatigue after he decimated them every single Nomu.

‘That's all they amounted to? He’s growing.’

“...It’s that boy again,” I murmur. My voice holds no amusent.

Kyudai stirs, tearing his gaze from the screen as if waking from a spell. His breath hitches—already captivated. “Yes... yes! Extraordinary, isn't it? His rate of progression is unheard of!”

My scowl deepens. “It’s hasn't been long since the Sports Festival. And now?”

He doesn’t wait for permission. Already he’s scrambling to his console, fingers clicking feverishly. “I’ve compiled everything,” he says, gleeful, projecting data onto the central screen like a magician revealing his favourite trick.

A storm of graphs, files, surveillance notes, and insider reports flood the screens.

“When first registered, Kata’s quirk was barely capable of lifting fifty kilograms. Basic Telekinesis, nothing more. At the entrance exam, he jumped to seven tons, even if it took 3 years, the growth was remarkable. But then, at the Sports Festival, he demonstrated abilities far outside that classification. And now...”

He freezes the feed, showing different instances. Kata simultaneously hauling every Nomu into the air appears on one screen. The gigantic sphere of electrified fla appears on another. And an only slightly exhausted boy on the last.

“This isn't linear growth. It’s exponential,” he whispers, his tone almost reverent. “Master… this quirk. It’s not as simple as we thought. He’s manipulating forces at the atomic, perhaps even subatomic, level.

I rest my head against my hand thoughtfully. “So the quirk was misdiagnosed?”

“Without a doubt. This doesn't follow the pattern of a quirk awakening or evolving. He's unlocking and developing complex applications of the power that shouldn't be possible unless the quirk was originally capable of it in the first place.”

I let silence settle. The implications are profound.

“Then it’s not just about what he can do. It’s more about how quickly he learns to do more.”

Kyudai nods fervently. “We may be dealing with a quirk factor capable of universal force manipulation. Matter, energy, even biological systems... If he continues developing—if he reaches full maturity—nothing could stop him.”

A mont passes in silence, before I exhale slowly.

“Then I can’t allow him to.”

The words are calm, but absolute.

He would be invaluable if he were controllable. But he isn’t. And that makes him a threat.

I glance to a nearby file.

KATA OKADA – THREAT ASSESSNT.

An exhaustive dossier, compiling all available information we could gather. Current residence. Behavioral profile. Quirk theory analysis. Confird and suspected relationships.

I smile.

“He's useful, yes... he stokes Tomura's hatred, nudges him toward the right path. But the risk outweighs the reward.”

Kyudai stiffens. “Do you want him captured? For study?”

“No.” I look back to the screen. “It's unlikely we'd succeed, given his current power, unless I personally intervened. It would provoke an unnecessary confrontation and expose us before we’re ready.”

Kyudai frowns, clearly confused.

“But then—?”

I gesture toward the burning wreckage of Hosu.

“He’s still just a student, Kyudai. And look at what he did to the Nomu. To Stain. Now, imagine how the public would react if we helped them connect the dots. If we helped them realise how much power a single student possesses, and how easily he could use it against them.”

Kyudai takes a mont to process my words.

“You... want to turn public opinion against him.”

“Fear is far more reliable than admiration,” I murmur. “The HPSC will try to minimise his involvent. It wouldn't look good if a student easily solved a problem their pro-heroes struggled against.”

Kyudai’s eyes widen.

“Have so of our agents in the dia circulate the story. Quietly. A few headlines, so anonymous comntary... ‘What if Kata misused his power?’ ‘Should students have that much power?’ Let it spread.” I let out a low chuckle.

“Let them forget he saved them. Let them fear that he could destroy them.”

Kyudai cackles. “Ah! Yes! Of course, Master! The more they distrust him, the more pressure he’ll feel. The closer he’ll co to snapping.”

“Exactly. Fear breeds paranoia. Paranoia leads to isolation. And isolation... breaks even the strongest minds.”

I lean back once more.

“Push just enough to shift public sentint. Most heroes won't defend him, since his capability reflects badly on them. U.A. will be forced to defend him... And when the people begin to question their judgnt... it will sow doubt in both.”

Kyudai bows. “I’ll begin the campaign imdiately.”

“Good. And Kyudai...”

He pauses mid-step.

“Increase Nomu production. No more relying solely on corpses. We need... living stock.”

His shoulders tremble. “You an... live captures?”

“Yes. Inmates. Vagrants. Forgotten children. Anyone who won’t be missed. Do it quietly and efficiently. I won’t tolerate sloppy mistakes.”

His breath hitches. “Understood. I’ll... I’ll begin imdiately.” He says, struggling to suppress the excitent in his voice.

“We need more quirks, too. Quality ones. The next generation of Nomu must surpass the last. I want one that can kill Kata Okada. The rest can be used to make more fodder.”

Kyudai is already trembling in anticipation, barely containing his excitent. “Of course, Master. I’ll comb the black market and underground rings. I’ll prepare the best samples.”

“I’ll handle the grafting personally to speed up the process.” I say finally.

He scurries off like a rat given cheese.

And silence returns.

I watch the frozen image of Kata on the monitor. His calm, composed, unbothered face, despite the power he's demonstrated.

'So much potential.'

"...Which is why I cannot allow you to grow unchecked."

My voice echoes in the stillness, underscored by the steady beep of the machines keeping alive.

“You’ll die soon enough. And your quirk... will serve far better than it ever served you.”

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A/N: Hello Everyone.

So this is the reaction the bad guys are having to Kata's actions in Hosu. Seems like AFO is gonna be more... Villainous in this fanfic? I had gone through a lot of posts ntioning how pathetic AFO was despite all the hype he got. So I'll just make him live up the hype. Actually behave intelligently (keep in mind, I myself am the limiting factor, so don't bash if he's still dumb 😭), and he'll actually make full use of his resources.

I'm also finally 4 advanced chapters ahead on Patreon, so 6 more to go till it's filled up. My second round of exams are starting soon, wish luck, and yeah, that's all I've got to say.

Thanks for reading, and consider leaving so comnts, reviews, or powerstones if you enjoyed the chapter and book so far.

/AMV_WEAKLY