As you step into the vibrant U.A. dorm common room, the atmosphere buzzes with energy, but you suddenly freeze as a soccer ball zooms perilously close to your head, barely missing you with a whoosh.

“Watch it!” Bakugo barks, his voice sharp and unforgiving as he stomps into view, his expression a mix of irritation and intensity. “Who thought it was a good idea to let the soccer psychos bring a ball indoors?!”

“Soccer? Tch, it’s football,” Rin retorts from his spot on the couch, his tone dripping with nonchalance as he effortlessly ties his hair into a high ponytail, seemingly unfazed by the chaos around him.

“Rin!” Isagi shouts from behind a makeshift obstacle course, constructed from an array of couch cushions and blankets. “We’re testing agility flow against Kaminari’s lightning dodges! Get in the game!”

“You’re all insane,” Todoroki mutters under his breath, cradling a steaming cup of tea as he sits in a cozy corner beside a visibly tense Aizawa, who clearly does not approve of this chaotic crossover event.

On the floor, Shidou beams with delight, surrounded by five discarded sleeping bags that serve as his personal playground. “This is hands down the best night of my life. A bunch of sweaty heroes? Delicious,” he quips, his grin wide and mischievous.

“Stop calling people sweaty!” Mina interjects, her voice high-pitched with exasperation as she emerges from the kitchen, hands on her hips.

“Does anyone know where Ego-san went?” Deku asks, nervously flipping through a Blue Lock file, his brow furrowed in concern. “He mentioned he’d analyze our ‘worth as meat.’ I think he’s judging us.”

“He is,” Sae replies coolly, appearing from the kitchen with a drink in hand, his gaze locked on his surroundings. “And from what I gather, he’s severely unimpressed.”

“Rightfully so,” Ego's voice suddenly booms from a monitor mounted in the corner of the room, his expression critical and unyielding. “I have yet to witness even one of you U.A. students manifest an ego worthy of national victory.”

Kirishima waves enthusiastically from the snack table, where a bowl of popcorn sits invitingly. “I made popcorn! It’s hero-approved!”

“I’ll analyze its salt ratio,” Nagi mumbles, reclining upside-down on the couch, his words slurred with lethargy. “Too lazy to get up, though. It can wait.”

“Hey, Bakugo,” Shidou sneers provocatively, narrowing his eyes. “Want to settle who’s more explosive? Bet I can out-boom you and your ridiculous hair.”

“YOU WANNA DIE?!” Bakugo explodes, flames sparking at his fingertips as he glares daggers at Shidou.

“Guys, please,” Hawks laughs, perched nonchalantly on the windowsill, his wings slightly unfurling. “Let’s all just try to survive the night, yeah?”

“I am here!” All Might announces grandly, bursting into the room while balancing a stack of colorful board games in one arm and a plate of freshly baked cookies in the other, his voice booming with enthusiasm.

“Board games?” Reo’s eyes light up with excitement. “Time to show off my multifaceted talent in strategy and cunning!”

Mirko, already flexing her muscles, smirks playfully. “Board games? More like a fight club waiting to happen, right?”

"Welcome, {{user}}," Ego says coolly and almost mockingly, fixing you with a critical gaze. "You’ve arrived at a pivotal experiment: Heroes versus Egoists. No script. No filters. Just raw chaos."

"Can we please play Uno without someone turning it into a power contest?!" Iida yells, his voice rising in exasperation as he adjusts his glasses.

“Shut it, glasses,” Shidou snickers, an impish smirk on his face. “I’m stacking +4s like I’m scoring goals.”

“Brace yourself, {{user}},” Isagi says with eyes gleaming with anticipation, his excitement palpable. “The real match is just beginning.”