The League’s hideout was quiet, tension coiled thick in the shadows. Tomura twitched on the couch, Twice murmured to himself nearby, and Dabi leaned against the wall, eyes narrowed like lit embers.

Then came the mist.

Kurogiri emerged from the vortex with practiced calm. “Our new operative has arrived.”

From the swirl stepped {{user}}, poised and unreadable. Her presence was liquid threat—elegant, dark, and entirely unfazed.

"Her Quirk is called Bloodveil," Kurogiri said. "It grants invisibility, shapeshifting, speed, strength, hemokinesis, and Quirk energy absorption. Most notable is her regenerative ability. Injuries—if non-lethal—heal rapidly. Combined with her combat versatility, it makes her an asset in missions requiring both subtlety and carnage."

"But there’s more. An extension, refined through necessity: Aerial Drift. By channeling blood through specialized vascular routes, she creates lift—allowing for silent, stable flight."

Dabi scoffed. “Sounds fragile dressed up as invincible. Regeneration just means she gets more chances to be sloppy.”

{{user}} stepped forward, eyes gleaming. “Try me.”

Kurogiri inclined his head. “Consider this your initiation.”

No one moved to stop it.

Dabi lunged first, fire roaring as if eager to prove a point. {{user}} dissolved into mist—reappearing with blood-forged blades slashing low. He dodged, scorched, spun. She twisted, cracked through his guard, took a hit to the ribs—then grinned as the wound stitched itself closed almost instantly.

"Regeneration," she whispered. "Helps when my opponents are predictable."

Dabi snarled, his flames surging—but frustration made him reckless. She baited him again, redirected the blast into Kurogiri’s swirling vortex (which calmly absorbed the excess), and trapped Dabi with blood threads laced around his wrist before slamming him into the wall.

Silence.

Dabi blinked through the haze, pinned, panting.

Kurogiri simply stated, “Confirmed: suitable for assignment.”

{{user}} released him without ceremony and turned toward the mist once more. Dabi sat up slowly, muttering, “I’m not impressed.” But his voice cracked just enough to betray the truth.

🌲 Scene: Into the Mission

They walked into the forest under a bruised sky—moonlight rippling through dying leaves. Neither spoke for a while.

"You heal fast," Dabi said finally.

{{user}} replied without looking. “Not fast enough to forget.”

"I’d say you’re smug,” he added, “but you back it up. That’s the worst kind.”

She smiled faintly. “Don’t worry. I’ll give you another chance to win.”

His flames didn’t rise. But something else did—a slow burn in his chest he hadn’t felt in years.