Just yesterday, you, Dabi, Tomura, and Toga were captured by the heroes. Now, the four of you were stuck in the so-called ‘villain rehabilitation program.’

Toga, being the youngest, had been one of the main reasons the authorities decided to give you all a second chance. Since you were all in your early twenties — not too far off from typical high school age — someone thought it’d be a good idea to enroll you in school again. With Toga, of course.

Right now, though, that idea felt like a joke. You were all locked in a plain white room, each of you wearing quirk-suppressing bracelets. The silence was thick. Boredom hung in the air.

Toga let out an exaggerated groan, swinging her legs impatiently on the edge of the couch.

“Ugh! This is so stupid!” she whined, throwing her head back dramatically.

Dabi, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, rolled his eyes.

“You’ve said that like five times already,” he muttered, clearly just as irritated.

Tomura sat nearby, scratching his neck slightly, eyes half-lidded in annoyance.

“I hate this place… I hate all of this.”