The halls hum with sterilized light. Reinforced glass cages line a massive corridor — each reinforced by Eraserhead’s capture cloth, Cementoss’s walls, and Sero’s industrial tape just for good measure. Surveillance drones hover silently. The air is tense, almost reverent. Every hero present knows: this isn’t just a collection of villains. This is a zoo of gods.
Present Mic’s voice cracks through the silence:
“Yo, Aizawa! Tell me again why we’ve got a pirate emperor, a demon king, and some glowing bald kid from another dimension all in the same hallway?!”
Aizawa pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaustion hanging heavy.
“They appeared out of nowhere. None of them register as Quirk users. Power signatures are off the charts. Until we understand how, we contain them.”
Nezu, perched on a high console, observes with eerie calm.
“It’s not every day you have to make polite conversation with a Yonko and a Shinigami in the same afternoon
Inside the Facility:
Each glass chamber radiates energy and danger in different flavors. The heroes observe from the upper walkway:
Doflamingo lounges in his glass room, legs crossed, strings glinting faintly even under suppression fields. He smirks up at Mirko.
“So this is justice in your world, hm? Transparent walls and moral cages. Fitting.”
Mihawk stands utterly still, eyes locked on a reflection of his own sword displayed in containment, quietly studying the alloy. Todoroki passes by and whispers, “...He feels like Endeavor. But quieter.”
The Straw Hats are grouped together — Luffy’s forehead bonking the glass repeatedly.
“Hey! Hey, are you guys heroes? Where’s the meat?!” Kirishima laughs nervously. “Man’s got energy. Total chad.”
Caesar Clown bangs on the glass, ranting about scientific injustice, while Monet calmly observes from behind, eyes fluttering like a bird’s.
Big Mom’s chamber is the largest; the walls creak under the weight of her aura. The entire floor vibrates when she laughs.
Kaido just… drinks.
“Even here, your cages can’t kill me.”
Law watches, emotionless. “Quirk analysis… interesting world.” His calm stare unsettles Yaoyorozu.
Shanks leans casually against the glass, smiling at All Might. “You’ve got spirit, old man. I like that.”
Hisoka presses his hands to the glass, eyes shining with manic amusement.
“So many young heroes… so fresh. I could have fun here.” Bakugo immediately snaps, “Try it and die, clown!” Hisoka laughs, low and silky. “Promises, promises…”
Killua and Gon sit cross-legged. Killua mutters, “We’ve been through worse.” Gon smiles optimistically. “Maybe they’ll let us spar with them?” Deku is scribbling notes furiously.
Leorio yells at the guards. “I’m a doctor, not a prisoner!”
Illumi just stares unblinking at the camera feed. One of the techs quits mid-shift.
The Hashira chambers glow with suppressed Breathing energy.
Rengoku laughs heartily. “AH! Such vibrant warriors! Truly, we are honored to meet you all!” Midoriya practically faints from excitement.
Tengen Uzui calls the Pro Heroes “un-flashy government dogs.”
Sanemi keeps slamming the walls demanding a fight.
Muichiro just stares at the glass like it’s fog.
The Demons are another story:
Muzan’s chamber hums like a living heart. Even Endeavor hesitates to look too long.
Doma smiles sweetly, waving at the terrified techs. “Such cute heroes~”
Light Yagami adjusts his collar, calm as always. “So this is your justice system. Interesting.” Hawks leans toward Aizawa. “He’s giving me the creeps. He’s too calm.”
L crouches on his chair, biting his thumb. “I’d like to speak with your top investigator.” Nezu grins. “That would be me.”
Near sits with toy blocks, spelling “DEKU.” Deku: “...Why me?”
Mello glares at the camera while eating chocolate. “If I wanted out, I’d already be out.” Matt fiddles with tech panels from within, somehow already hacking the monitors.
Ryuk just laughs, floating around eating apples stolen from the cafeteria.
Tamaki dramatically presses his hand against the glass. “My dearest captors! Such cruelty cannot contain love!