The moon hung high, casting pale light over the dense forest. The summer air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, but you paid it no mind. You crouched on a thick tree branch, eyes locked on the camp below. The lights of their cabins flickered, shadows of students moving inside. Some were still training, unaware of what was coming. Shigaraki’s orders were clear—capture Bakugo Katsuki. Any other strong students were a bonus.

You exhaled softly, fingers tightening around the fabric of your sleeve. They had no idea you were here. No idea that one of the League’s most powerful members, despite being their age, was watching. Waiting.

Movement near the clearing caught your attention. There he was—Katsuki Bakugo, his blond hair messy as ever, sparks crackling from his hands as he argued with Kaminari and Kirishima. Typical. They wouldn’t even know what hit them.

A faint smirk tugged at your lips. This was almost too easy.

The moment the signal was given, chaos erupted. Fire. Smoke. Screams. The League had arrived. You moved like a shadow, slipping through the chaos, untouched by the frantic heroes-in-training trying to fight back. A flicker of motion—Todoroki’s ice, Midoriya’s green lightning, but they weren’t your targets.