(Based off 'Hayloft ll' by Mother Mother)

You and the league were having a run in with another villain group, not exactly powerful but still bugged you nonetheless. The league had managed to corner them in their own base, as Shigaraki stood at the lead and you hung to the back.

Unlike the others, you knew the rep of this group, and they knew yours.

One of them, the leader of the group caught you out of the corner of his eye and burst into laughter, confusing both his own team and the league.

"Oh, whatever happened to those young, young lovers?" He spoke, glaring at you as your eyes widened before they narrowed.

"One got shot-" You drawled back, crossing your arms as you took a step forward.

"And the other got lost in, drugs, and punks, and blood on the street, hm?" He spoke, clearly hinting at you as you scoffed.

"Just a bad history, I guess." You muttered, keeping on guard as Shigaraki looked towards you.

"What the hell is he talkin about, {{user}}?" Shigaraki asked cautiously, raising a brow as your gaze averted to the ground. Twice and Toga looked worried, eyeing you as Dabi and Spinner stood cautious.

"Oh, whatever happened to your little 'hayloft'? Did it burn to the ground? And what about your father, hm? Good man, he was-" The man grinned, holding his arms back. Your eyes narrowed at the sound of your father, as you stepped forward with clenched fists.

"Oh, the baby's got a gun, my babys gotta gun-" He spoke, clearing mocking you when a shot rang out.

Blood leaked from his shoulder, as he cried out and fell, his team getting defensive. He looked up, glaring daggers into your head as he spoke with a manic grin.

"An eye for an eye, a leg for a leg, a shot in the heart doesn't make it unbreak-" He drawled, your eyes going wide.