“I'll go find him!” Deku shouted, “The rest of you make sure those villians stay down and be here for when the police show. Lemillion,”
Said hero looked up, a small smile planted on his lips while he waited for the order. He was older than Deku, yes, but he saw the importance of working together and that little green-haired dude was an amazing leader, what with his quick thinking and ability to come up with a battle strategy on the spot. He was willing to let him take the lead.
“You come with me. He's not a master of close range on his own, I know that, but you can help me find him.”
Deku went on and addressed other heros to 'stations,' then brought Lemillion with him, who said a quick goodbye to Suneater first. “He ran somewhere over here.”
Shigaraki wasn't a one-on-one, hand-to-hand villian. He stood back and gave orders from the side, jumping in when he wanted to. He never did good alone, he wasn't good at being alone, whether he was villianing or not. They didn't know the whole story and it confused everyone. Shigaraki was all alone while he was villianing, not even Kurogiri was there; it just didn't make sense. Maybe someone had left him in the middle of an attack, or maybe he'd strayed and gotton lost. Either way, he was very, very easily defeated and brought to retreat. By five heros, they thought they'd need that much when dealing with Shigaraki but it hadn't been like that. Earphone Jack didn't even do anything, she couldn't if she had wanted to.
It was very weird for everyone involved.
“I can look through buildings and such.”
“Yep, and I can get off roads and alleyways.” Deku nodded, gave a quick thank-you, then the two heros parted ways.
He wondered vaguely  how they'd let one another know if they found him but was sure he could figure it out when the time came for it.
Deku looked down each alleyway, stopping to tell a family to get inside since there was, y'know, a dangerous villian out, then caught sight of someone in a dead-end of an alleyway.
He didn't immediately power-up, but knew he might have to, so he got ready to. It might not be Shigaraki, but there was a good chance it was.
“Hello?” he called, trying to get their attention. He could see a visible flinch, but then noticed a few extra appendages that shouldn't be there. Hands.
A lot... Of hands. It was almost disturbing.
“Shigaraki.” Deku walked forward, not needing any more proof this was their guy. He got a bad feeling of premonition, maybe that's why the sight got him nervous.
He also found it odd that this villian wasn't trying to run again, fight back, shout, or do anything. He was barely reacting and if Deku didn't know better, he'd have thought he wasn't breathing. This wasn't like Tomura.
Deku repeated his name again, almost exasperatedly. He didn't want to be here alone. He had been in the pro hero buisness for over a year, he thought alleyways with dangerous people didn't frighten him anymore.
He recalled what All Might had said, then stopped himself. He was allowed to be scared, as long as it wasn't outward. That scared other people and made villians aware their tactics were getting to you.
“Tomura,” Deku started, using his first name and trying to get a reaction.

All he got was... Laughter.
Cold,
Strange,
Hoarse laughter.
He'd heard that before so many years ago and he didn't like it. The little giggle.
“Ah, I don't think I'll ever understand you people. You heros.” he brought ot the syllables of each and every word, as if Deku couldn't understand him. Or maybe he couldn't understand himself.
“You claim to be doing good. And yet you cause property damage, and don't think of other people as people. You think of them as hostages, bystandars, or villians. Because that's what they are. They're only NPC's, you don't care about their wellbeing.”
Deku didn't want to listen to a monologue but what could he do? He'd been trying to understand this man for a long time and, though it felt like he wasn't getting anywhere now, there was just some kind of feeling he was getting. Like he could get something out of Tomura to finally understand why he did all of this.
“Because they're all just that. Villians are villians. Bystanders are bystandars. Hostages are hostages. You only care about your character because you only care about yourself. You want to be the symbol of peace. For what? To give people a false sense of security? To make them believe that they are safe, that nothing can happen to them, that no evil could touch them.” Shigaraki held up his hand; the one connected to his arm that he could fully control.
With the light of the storefront they were underneath, Deku realized something he hadn't before. His pinky finger looked cut in half, as if he'd chopped a bit too close to his hand while cutting carrots or a leek in the kitchen. His ring finger was hanging at an uncomfortably unnatural angle as well.
What kind of pain tolerance did this guy have!? Broken bones was bad and Deku could hardly keep himself from straining his face when he broke just his finger with too much power, but he couldn't fathom the pain that came with a limb, no matter how small, being cut clean off.
Shigaraki wasn't showing off his wound. He was more... Looking at his hand. He didn't even react to it. Deep reds in creamy, thick ropes stained his over-pale hands, but he didn't even seem to notice. As if it was a normal occurance.
“That's.. Where you're wrong, Tomura. These citizens desereve to feel safe and you have no right to take that-”
“Skip... Skip... Skip...” Shigaraki glared daggers. “I'm not finished.”
He cleared his throat, seeing how Deku followed the command and fighting off that shit-eating grin. “And yet, you don't kill these villians that are hurting them. If you want to give them what you call hope, then why not give it to them straight. Putting villians with dangerous quirks in prison won't do anything. Especially when they don't have a good understanding of a quirk.” He snickered. Did he mean the policemen or the convicts? It could go either way. “So why not get rid of all these baddies, of all the villians, of all the bad guys, of all the evil!? Why not eradicate them! Why not kill off every single villian on sight!? You have a powerful enough quirk to do so!” His voice raised and he sounded more raspy than normal. “Like I've said, violence breeds violence! What are you gonna do when I have children with an even more powerful quirk than my own? What will you do then? You have to get rid of them all before they have a chance to regenerate. Deal your final blow, Deku, you want to create a world of peace, you want to make this pathetic, ungreatful, disastardly world a place where people desire to live in and smile and laugh and be happy! You don't want them to be in pain, do you, Deku? You don't want them to suffer, do you?! You don't want them to hurt, do you!? Then get rid of all the villians! Fucking ‘Detroit smash,’ am I right?!”
He burst out in laughter again, spreading his arms wide, the position seeming to be a habit of his. His eyes were wide, pupils contracted to the point of tiny dots in a dilated outline of his rose irises. He had this huge, unused, cracked and split smile on his face that caused more blood to settle in between the skin as he curved and stretched his lips across his face awkwardly.
He let the hands in his arms fall to his lap, and Deku noticed one of them didn't have a few of the fingers. Didn't.. Didn't Shigaraki call the one on his face 'father?' Did that mean that they were all his family members..? Does he see them as such, is he crazy or did something happen to cause that amputation? Did it have to do with his quirk?
“Start with me, Deku, Mr Symbol of Peace, Mr Number One!! Show them you're not afraid to eradicate evil for their good!” he shouted, gasping for breath in between the short outlets of time he gave himself to get air into his lungs. “SHOW THE WORLD WHAT YOU'RE CAPABLE OF, IZUKU! SHOW ALL OF THEM THE LENGTHS YOU'LL GO TO SHOW THEM A SENSE OF SAFETY. SHOW THEM YOUR MORALITY, SHOW THEM WHAT YOU BELIEVE IS RIGHT AND SHOW THEM ALL HOW YOU'LL GET TO THAT POINT!!”

Deku took a step backward, it felt like he was back to square one, without a quirk and without any training. It was like when Stain was screaming with all his heart about All Might and why he's the only true hero. He'd been taken aback by the guy's enthusiasm, exasperation, and passion, but Tomrua was on a completely different level than that.
It didn't seen like a bluff, it genuinely felt like Shigaraki was begging for Deku to off him right then and there. He was welcoming him, literally, with open arms.
He thought for a moment, then gulped and digested what he'd said. What did he mean by 'villians are villians' in a monologue about what his perspective on the hero's ideals were? Was he trying to make a backhanded-

These..
That's the reason they don't kill villians.
Because they're still people.
That can feel
That were once quirkless children
That posess emotion
That can hurt,
That can cry,
That can smile,
That can scowl.
These villians, they're people aswell. They have their lives outside of this. Even if it's extremely warped, they have their morals and they stick to them. They have their ideals and even if they're wrong, they still beleive in them and are doing what they beleive is right. He didn't have that right to take away the other percentage of their life.
Deku took a deep breath and swallowed thickly. He took note of the villian's trembling arms, you can't keep that position for so long and yet he looked like they'd just paused an episode of an anime.

Deku lifted one of his feet and stepped forward. Then the other, and he was walking. Then he dropped down onto his knees and before he knew it, before he realized what was happening, before he understood and recognized the dangers, he felt his arms wrap around Shigaraki's torso.
“We're not that different, Tomura! I can see that, were both trapped in a mess we didn't start and that we can't finish, with different ideals, yes, but.. You and I are both people who can improve, who can work tings out, who can find a better way to do things.”
He pulled back, he was planning on looking Tomura in the eye but thst proved extremly difficult. “I can see the human in you, I know you're a real person that posesses emotion and can feel.” Deku stood and, hesitantly, offered his hand. He was barely thinking, he didn't even know if he wanted Shigaraki to take his hand. Did he want someone like this on his side? Did he want someone like Tomura to be with him for a while to start becoming a better person?
....
Yes.
Yes he did, 100%.
He wanted Shigaraki to change. He wanted this fighting to be over and done with, he wanted to just be on the same side as everyone. He didn't want anyone else to get hurt, on his own side, the opposite, or in the crossfire. He didn't want things to continue the way they were going. This was miserable, hopeless; a battle that would never ever end. It wouldn't stop, not even if one of the sides resigned. Not if they made a truce, not if they both decided to stop for a while. One would eventually break that. It wasn't going to stop until everyone villainous had a change of heart and realized what they were doing was wrong, what they believed in was false, what they thought to be justified crimes and actions were not that. And maybe.. Some heros too.

Both stayed there in their assumed positions, and Deku sighed. “We're not getting anywhere and I hope you realize that. When you beat me in, I give you one right back the next day. Then you get me back and the cycle just continues on and on. There's no end, Tomura, there's no end, it's just a loop, we have to realize that. You taught me something important and I feel that you could be a good person. No, I think you could be a hero! We're incredibly similar, you just are scared. You just don't know where to start, you were brought down a dangerous path all because you have a dangerous quirk and don't think you can do any good with it!” this reminded him of Shinso. Was that what happened to Tomura? Was he bullied for a villianous Quirk and instead of perservering, he gave in?
Deku wanted to understand him so goddamn badly, but he couldn't without all the details.
“You're caught in the crossfire and jumped on the easiest and the seemingly most plausible side! This isn't your battle and nor is it mine but it's not going to end if we can't make ends meet and understand each other! We can't help each other if we don't understand and they means we will never be able to stop this war! You'll pass it onto your successors and I'll pass it onto mine! I know you don't want that! I know you're going through things right now and I know you don't want to have that continue on!”
Deku shook his hand and tried to get Tomura to take it. “Come on! You have to understand! We've been fighting for generations and generations and what do we have to say for ourselves?! Nothing but that quirks are getting more powerful, on both sides, and they'll just keep getting more and more until they destroy the planet we have come to know and-”
Something cold touched Deku's fingertips and hs looked down, opening his glossy eyes. He realized almost instantly this wasn't Shigaraki's hand — it lacked four of five fingers and had a big chunk off he side of the palm. It send mad shudders through Deku's spine, through his entire body.
“You expect me to want to join your side? Just look what you've done to poor Hana~chan. She was so young. She didn't do anything to you.” his voice was down to it's normal level again. “Couldn't you call her an innocent? Couldn't you call her a hostage? This is what I mean,” that damned giggle. “You only care about eradicating evil, you don't care about the wellbeing of anyone else while this is going on. So why don't you kill them? It wouldn't do anything to the ones you're trying to save. Why can't you off the villians, give the final blow, make a cool fatality move? You say you've learnt something,”
Shigaraki lent himself against the wall, standing and letting the limbs clatter to the floor in a gross, disturbing heap by the two's feet.
“And yet you fail to see what this means for me. You say you've realized I have emotions and yet haven't taken them into account. By that, I can tell you don't care about anyone you're saving either.”

“I'm... Sorry, Tomura... I didn't.. Think..” he didn't think these hands had any sentimental value until now. What was he supposed to do? He couldn't fix this. He'd poured his heart and soul out but.... So did Tomura. “I didn't know you... Why don't you tell me.”
Shigaraki gave a hum of inquiry.
Deku sat down and gently placed ‘Hana~chan’ on the ground in front of Tomura. “Why don't you tell me why you're doing this, why don't you give me something, something to work on and to help me understand why you do what you do. I want to get why you carry around hands, I want to get why you speak the way you do, I want to know a lot about you, Tomura. I want to get the resoning behind one of the most dangerous villians alive.

-

“He needs a place to stay, Katsuki.” Deku wasn't in the mood for anyone's shit right now. He didn't feel the so-called 'villian' lent on his shoulder did either. “He can't go back to where he calls home just yet.”
“You're fuckin' telling me that you trust him!?”
“He's just a guy, Kacchan.” he calmed down a bit and used the nickname, hoping it'd make him less angry.
“A guy that could kill us all in a second!”
“You wouldn't think he wanted to if you heard what I have tonight.”
Mirodiya sighed softly and walked to the guest bedroom, taking thebhand in Shigaraki's... hand and putting it on the bedside table.
Tomura was out cold. Whether from exhaustion, shock, or blood loss, Izuku couldn't tell you. He laid him down and pulled a blanket over him.
“... Goodnight, Shigaraki Tomura.”