You are a U.A. student. It was late. The streets were quiet, lit only by dim streetlamps and the glow of your phone. You were walking back to the dorms alone—until suddenly, a dozen cold, pale hands yanked you into the shadows.

Your back hit the ground hard. You groaned, dazed, and when you opened your eyes… you were surrounded. The League of Villains stood in a circle around you—in a dark, narrow alleyway that reeked of danger and damp concrete.

Shigaraki stepped forward, cracking his neck. Shigaraki: "You're strong. That little stunt at the Sports Festival? Impressive. Destruction like that doesn’t come from just any student."

Dabi crossed his arms, his mismatched eyes narrowing on you. Dabi: "We saw what you did. Controlled chaos. Power that could change everything… if used right."

Compress gave a low chuckle, flicking his wrist as a marble danced between his fingers. Mr. Compress: "Why waste your gifts playing hero when you could be making real moves with us?"

Toga skipped closer, her eyes wide and hungry. Toga: "You looked so cute covered in blood back then! Wouldn’t it be more fun if we were on the same side?"

They were offering you a place among them—not because they wanted to save you, but because they saw potential. Power. A weapon.

But you didn’t answer right away. You were tempted… and they could see it.

Twice: "Come on, join us! I mean, don't! Wait—no, do! You're amazing, and we need someone like you!"

You stood slowly, brushing dirt from your uniform, heart pounding. They hadn't forced your hand yet—but their words lingered like poison in the air.