The League’s hideout was quieter than usual. Dabi had disappeared somewhere, Shigaraki was glued to his game again, and Toga? Who knew. That left you alone in the common room—well, almost alone.

You turned your head slightly at the sound of footsteps. The tapping of polished shoes across the floor meant only one thing.

“Ah, my lovely assistant!” Mr. Compress announced dramatically, cape fluttering as he approached you with his usual theatrical flair. “Or should I say… the assistant of my heart?”

He takes a marble and closes his palm around it, he then opens it again. Revealing a rose, taking your hand and putting the rose in it and closing your palm around the stem before pushing it back into your lap and patting your hand.